Thriller Night Talk

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When Bei Quan entered the fragmented space, he was empty handed. Aside from the life magic weapon Qingguang Vientiane Brush, he had only brought Wei Fuyuan with him.

So at this time, he was unable to take out half a dozen props like he usually could, and had to use local materials.

Bei Quan thought for a while and hurried to Dong Chaoyang’s body.

Dong Chaoyang still maintained the posture of raising his head. A pair of unfocused pupils stared at Bei Quan, motionless, but they didn’t seem to have the intention to attack.

Bei Quan smiled and took off the braided band on the left wrist of the body.

Dong Chaoyang’s woven band was inlaid with an oval stone that looked like a heavenly pearl.

“Although it is not a real pearl, it should be made of yak bone, which we can just about make do with it.”

Bei Quan pinched the bead and rolled it between his fingers. When he was sure it could be used, he put the stone against the eyebrows of the corpse and rubbed it gently.

The next second, Dong Chaoyang’s body was laying down soft and motionless.

“Then.”

Bei Quan threw the braid to Wei Fuyuan.

Wei Fuyuan conditionally stretched out his hand and caught the braided band, but almost the next second, he realized that the band belonged to a corpse. He trembled immediately and almost threw the band away.

“This… Why give it to me?”

He held the band carefully and asked with frustration.

“You have merit and virtue, and the soul will be more comfortable relying on you.” Bei Quan casually explained, “At the very least, it’s much better than following me.”

After that, he turned his head and looked at the dead skeleton embedded in Dong Chaoyang’s body.

——Half of the problem was resolved, now it was time for the other half.

Bei Quan squatted down and looked at the skeleton.

In the miserable white skull, two clusters of faint blue flames flickered like two-star ghost fire.

One person and one ghost watched each other for a long time.

The little childe was a ghost who had been dead for hundreds of years. He had been staying in a dark and cold well. He couldn’t leave and no one helped him by performing religious ceremonies to help his soul find peace. He also suffered from Yin Qi and evil spirits. To tell the truth, even a big living man would have a mental breakdown after being locked up for 20 or 30 years, let alone a child ghost.

So Bei Quan was not sure how much reason the little childe still had, and whether he could still communicate.

If it was possible, Bei Quan wanted to avoid fighting such an unfortunate soul, but the premise was that the other party had to be willing to accept this sort of peculiar “transcendence”.

Fortunately, the confrontation was finally over.

The dead bone on Dong Chaoyang’s body raised its head, and its jaw moved as if it were talking.

[I want to kill too many people…]

Bei Quan heard the young master say,

[I want to avenge… I can’t accomplish it]

The tragic death a hundred years ago, the imprisonment of a hundred years, resentment, reluctance, emptiness, and boundless coldness and loneliness turned the wealthy childe who was only 13 years old at the time of his death, into an entirely different person: he was no longer naive, simple, and cowardly.

[I know my enemy is dead…]

[They killed me and my twelve servants]

[Those people robbed my family’s property and caused the famine…]

[I know they kill people and rob money to live, but why did I have to die?]

[Just like them, I don’t want to die!]

The little childe’s voice suddenly stopped.

Bei Quan didn’t urge him.

[But they are all dead now. They have been dead for many years]

[They lived until their children and grandchildren came together and died… But now, even their children and grandchildren are no longer here…]

In the skull’s eye socket, the blue flames became more prosperous.

[So, you tell me, who should I seek for revenge?]

Wei Fuyuan, a bystander, felt an inexplicable wave of sadness wash over him.

He felt that he was unable to answer the little childe’s question.

To murder and commit arson, to build bridges, and pave roads with the lives of others— such things had never been rare since ancient times, and even today, they were still unavoidable.

Young Master Wei attempted to put himself in his shoes and thought that if it were him, he was 99% sure he would have wanted to tear the entire Xuanmen village into a thousand pieces!

But time did not wait.

A hundred years later, those murderers had already turned to dust and returned to the earth. Even the descendants of many generations of the villagers collectively moved away 30 years ago and integrated into the vast sea of people like drops of rain returning to the ocean— they would be impossible to find.

After thinking about this, Wei Fuyuan suddenly understood the origins of this fragmented space.

It was likely that this young master’s obsession created this Xuanmen Village that continuously relives the same day, never reaching a “tomorrow.”

——Because in this time and space, there were still his enemies.

After thinking clearly, Wei Fuyuan’s face became more dignified.

The object of the little childe’s resentment was not as clear as Dong Chaoyang’s, which meant that it was not so easy for Bei Quan to help him take revenge and satisfy him.

——What should I do?

Wei Fuyuan frowned and racked his brain to figure out a way.

It was just a pity that he couldn’t come up with a good idea to let the little childe completely rid himself of this hatred.

At this time, Bei Quan suddenly laughed in a low voice.

“How do you know they won’t get retribution?”

Bei Quan smiled and asked the skeleton lying on the ground.

The withered head tilted to the right as if to express doubt.

“You see, since you can turn into a fierce ghost after you die, it’s not strange to have hell and six reincarnations?”

Bei Quan smiled, “Or, the eighteen layers of purgatory?”

Whether it was his illusion or not, Wei Fuyuan felt as if he saw the phosphorous fire in the empty eye sockets of the skeleton beating rapidly.

Bei Quan blinked cunningly, “come on, let me show you something interesting.”

Then he glanced back at Wei Fuyuan, “Take out the cell phone in your pocket and give it to me.”

Wei Fuyuan: ” !? ”

He wanted to say “where would I get a cell phone!?”

——I don’t know where it fell when I tried to save you from drowning!

——The clothes I’m wearing aren’t even mine— I’d be soaked if I hadn’t plundered the villagers’ cabinets!

But Wei Fuyuan still reflexively touched the pocket of his old robe in response to Bei Quan’s request.

With a touch, he almost jumped up.

Because he actually felt a hard, thin rectangular object in his pocket.

Wei Fuyuan quickly took it out for a look. It turned out to be a strange mobile phone.

——Where did this come from!?

Without letting him ask anything, Bei Quan had already grabbed the phone with his hand and clicked on an app on it.

“The prison is strict. It’s a top secret live broadcast. I don’t show it to ordinary people.”

While talking, Bei Quan quickly swiped the screen with his finger a few times, “Found it.”

Then he put the screen in front of the little childe’s skeleton.

“You see, do you know this man? Oh, this fried, crunchy chicken… Hiss! It hurts when you look at it!”

“Come on, take a look at these people… Well, it’s good. It’s very efficient to tie a bunch of people and throw them into the volcano, isn’t it?”

“Ah, there’s more here! This is the legendary punishment of ‘cannonball‘!… hey, it’s only a few seconds. The whole person is baked into charcoal. It’s not suitable for children, not for children!”

Wei Fuyuan: “???”

He didn’t know what the hell Bei Quan was showing the little childe, but it sounded like the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty. Even if he didn’t look at the picture, it was creepy enough to listen to Bei Quan’s live broadcast.

Bei Quan brushed his mobile phone for 20 minutes in front of the little childe.

No one dared to move.

During this period, Pan Xiaoyun, who had previously fainted, woke up and couldn’t figure out what had happened. Just when he wanted to ask, his mouth was covered by the two girls, Liu Lingling and Huang Lan, one left and one right, and was dragged aside.

Finally, having seen enough.

“You see, no one can run away from the evil done in his life.”

Bei Quan shook his mobile phone, “But you are different from them.”

He smiled and said, “You don’t have to carry a sin on your back because of these sinners.”

Bei Quan paused and said, word by word, “After all, you still have time.”

——————————–

Bei Quan asked Huang Lan to borrow her necklace, used the inferior Qinghai jade inlaid on the pendant to contain the young master’s soul, and gave the necklace to Wei Fuyuan for safekeeping.

“Huh!”

He sighed and stretched out his arm. “I’m so tired.”

Wei Fuyuan: “…”

He just wanted to scold Bei Quan, “You just played a few shots, why did you get tired?”

At that time, the mobile phone in Bei Quan’s hand instantly turned into a golden red powder, and at the same time, even the shadowy figures around him disappeared.

Wei Fuyuan realized that everything they had just experienced, whether it was Dong Chaoyang’s two revenges or Bei Quan’s live broadcast to the little childe on his mobile phone, was probably all the man’s skill.

——That’s why he said, “I’m so tired.”

Young Master Wei felt a trace of heartache.

“Well, now most of the problems have been solved.”

Bei Quan turned to Wei Fuyuan and smiled, “The energy to maintain this fragmented space has disappeared. We can go back.”

At the moment of hearing the words “can go back,” the eyes of the four students lit up.

They’d spent five days and four nights in this strange and constantly circulating village and managed to live until now. Every minute and every second was spent looking forward to leaving the hell hole as soon as possible.

“Is that true?”

Pan Xiaoyun jumped up as if he wanted to grab Bei Quan’s arm. He was so excited that he began to stammer, “Th—Then, let’s get out of here!” 𝘣𝑒𝘥𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝑙．𝘤𝘰𝘮

The other three nodded as if pounding garlic.

Bei Quan shook his fingers at the several students.

“Don’t be anxious.”

He smiled and said, “If we want to leave here, we have to open a way first.”

Bei Quan paused and glanced at the four people one by one.

“Besides, not everyone can go back.”

Wei Fuyuan: “?”

The four students were also very confused.

They looked at each other and saw the same confusion and panic from other people’s expressions.

“What, what do you mean?”

Pan Xiaoyun asked dazedly, “Why… Why can’t everyone go back?”

Bei Quan replied, “Because one of you is already dead.”