At the same time, about fifteen kilometers away from Huaxing Road, where Xu's house was located, in Room 1612 of a high-end apartment hotel, Wei Fuyuan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.
After meeting Xu Lei during the day, Wei Fuyuan had been feeling a little uneasy.
He was predicted to die by suicide by a girl who claimed to have the ability to "predict dreams".
Of course Wei Fuyuan thought it was impossible.
He is alive and well, and he is concerned. The person he fell in love with for the first time has not yet gotten his hands on it, and he has never considered ending his life in such a useless way as "suicide".
But if Xu Lei didn't lie, and she really was the soft-spoken prophet who called "Thriller Night Talk", then her prophecy has indeed been fulfilled at least once.
If this is not a coincidence, then, could it be said that Xu Lei's precognition dream will come true again in her
Holding such a tangle, Wei Fuyuan felt a little restless all day.
However, although Xu Lei dreamed that she jumped off the building at night, there was no evidence to prove which night it was. Wei Fuyuan was troubled until midnight. She was so tired that she stopped thinking about it.
However, before going to sleep, Wei Fuyuan had to "sleepwalk" to go out. He really found a place to jump off. He also specially inserted the anti-theft chain, put a chair by the door, and finally put it on the chair. A mouthwash cup filled with water.
After making these preparations, Wei Fuyuan climbed into bed, turned on the air conditioner to 23 degrees, and wrapped himself with a quilt from head to toe, finally feeling a little more secure.
Originally, Wei Fuyuan thought that after these few months, he must have practiced everything by Beiquan's side.
Ghosts or ghosts, nothing supernatural could ever terrify him again.
However, this is not the case.
Beyond Liuhe is frightening because it is unfamiliar, unknown, dangerous, and invisible to most people.
Wei Fuyuan has now opened his eyes to the sky, and he has learned how to use the power of merit and virtue.
But Xu Lei's predictive dream was not something that his heavenly eyes and power of merit could come in handy.
Master Wei finally realized the mood of several anchors after they learned from Xu Lei that they were about to die.
"Unknown" is always the most terrifying than the enemy who clearly appears in front of him.
Because he did not know if and when he would commit suicide, Wei Fuyuan was half-curled in the bed, and even if he closed his eyes, he could not sleep peacefully.
He didn't dare to turn off all the lights, leaving one light at the entrance and one at the head of the bed.
Wei Fuyuan was half curled up in the quilt, staring at the line of dark orange lights outside the quilt for half an hour, and the anxiety in his heart calmed down a little.
He closed his eyes and listened to the "huhu" sound of the air conditioner. After brewing until the early morning, he finally felt sleepy.
Time passed minute by minute.
Just when Wei Fuyuan was half asleep, he suddenly had a jolt in his sleep.
—Fuck! !
Wei Fuyuan was completely awake.
He lifted the quilt, bounced off the bed and sat up, while turning the brightness of the bedside lamp to the highest level.
The room was quiet and quiet, except for the regular noise of the air changer of the central air conditioner, which can almost be described as "needle drop audible".
Of course, there was no one in the room except Wei Fuyuan himself.
Even so, Wei Fuyuan was still in a cold sweat.
Because just a second ago, he clearly felt a cold wind pick up his forehead.
- That's definitely not the wind from the air conditioner!
Wei Fuyuan was very, very sure.
He had faced the ghosts many times before - every time, when the ghosts touched him, the cold air that penetrated the bone marrow was exactly the same as the little breeze just now.
At times like these, the exercise that often faces danger these days is on full display.
Wei Fuyuan's body responded faster than his brain.
Just when he realized what the wind meant, the eyes of the sky, which usually took enough effort to open, actually opened directly in the extreme nervousness.
Immediately afterwards, Wei Fuyuan saw a black shadow in the corner of the room.
This thing is so familiar!
Wei Fuyuan immediately realized that he had encountered a ghost when he was alone and without Beiquan!
The thought of "Why did the ghost come to me" flashed through his mind quickly, but then put it aside.
Because Wei Fuyuan knew that rather than wondering how it came from, the more important thing now is to find a way to save his life in front of the ghost!
[Use your body to remember how to use the power of merit.]
At the moment of life and death, Wei Fuyuan thought of Beiquan's words.
Just like a person who can swim fell into the water, almost at this second, countless fine golden light particles overflowed from Wei Fuyuan's palm, but instead of flowing everywhere, it seemed like a thin layer of mist lingering around him. on his hand, and extended all the way to his entire arm.
At the same time, the ghost who suddenly appeared in the room also rushed towards Wei Fuyuan.
Wei Fuyuan hadn't learned how to collect ghosts, nor did he have Beiquan's fascinated flags. All he could do was jump up from the bed with one arm, and after avoiding the ghost's blow, he waved his arm wrapped in golden light of merit. , a right uppercut came towards the group of human-shaped shadows.
This time, Wei Fuyuan couldn't hear Beiquan's promise to "persist for 30 seconds".
He knew that there was no such a powerful and mysterious man behind him as the protection=protection=umbrella.
- He can only rely on himself.
Wei Fuyuan punched the ghost on the body, according to the outline of the shadow, it seems to be the ghost's side cheek.
Under the blessing of the power of merit, Gui Gui was forced to take two steps back by his fists, and his figure flashed "whoosh", drifting laterally in front of Wei Fuyuan, and instantly moved to his side.
And Wei Fuyuan didn't look back at all.
In the blink of an eye, he caught the position of the shadow with his peripheral vision, and he flew directly towards the Gui Gui with a kick.
When he was kicking, Wei Fuyuan didn't notice that the power of merit had naturally wrapped around his legs, so that he could inflict damage on his opponent, the incorporeal ghost, without being attacked by yin qi. substantial harm.
The cultivation of this ghost is obviously not high.
It didn't dare to take Wei Fuyuan's kick directly, but repeated the old trick, twisted its figure, forced itself into a "C" shape, and barely escaped Wei Fuyuan's blow.
- There is a door! !
Wei Fuyuan had really practiced some kung fu, and naturally he could see that the ghost was very jealous of him, or rather, the power of merit and virtue in him.
He made a decisive decision, turned passive defense into active attack, punched and kicked, and delivered a set of combined punches directly to the ghost.
"Ding Ling sugar palm!"
"Ping ping pong pong!"
The small suite is not easy to display, and the furniture, furnishings and small items in the house are quickly ruined.
However, Wei Fuyuan has no time to think about compensation now.
He was only thinking about how to deal with the ghost in front of him.
Of course, it is impossible for the ghosts to be beaten one-sidedly.
The yin qi on its body has turned into countless "tentacles" of different thicknesses. While circling, it attacks its prey from various angles. Once it wraps around a place without the protection of merit, the bone-eroding yin and cold will It pierces the target's body like an invisible poisonous needle, making people feel the extreme coldness that seems to freeze the bone marrow.
Wei Fuyuan endured the icy cold of Yin Qi entering his body, while gritted his teeth and struggled with the ghost.
The sound of heavy objects falling, glass shattering, and hard objects overturning continued one after another, and the room became more and more messy.
However, even so, in the quiet late night, the hotel apartment was densely populated, and no one was disturbed.
The room where Wei Fuyuan lived was like a different space sealed by a barrier. No matter how much movement was made, the neighbors would not notice it at all.
- What the hell is going on with this thing!
The body is getting colder and colder, and the movements inevitably become a little sluggish.
In addition to using the power of merit to fight it, Wei Fuyuan didn't know any other way to deal with the ghost.
But obviously, although the ghost can dodge his punches, this little attack can't completely subdue it.
- Beiquan you bastard! !
Wei Fuyuan gritted his teeth secretly while fighting.
—Why are you not here when you need you most!
The second Wei Fuyuan gritted his teeth, the two "tentacles" formed by the ghost's yin qi suddenly skyrocketed, attacking from behind, and stabbing him in the eyes while he turned around.
If this time is really inserted, and the yin energy enters his eyes, Wei Fuyuan will definitely be blinded.
In an emergency, he didn't even think about it, he reached out and picked up a rectangular plastic tea tray on the coffee table and placed it in front of him.
The ghost's yin is intangible and intangible, let alone a thin layer of plastic, even a lead plate three centimeters thick can't stop it.
But the moment Wei Fuyuan touched the plate, his body was like an instinct, "remembering" everything Beiquan did when he shared his feelings with him.
The power of merit circulated in his hand, as natural as breathing, and spread out from the palm of his hand in an instant, like a golden light film, completely wrapping the tea tray.
The two yin qi "collided" on the plate, and immediately twitched like an electric shock, and immediately shrank back.
-Yup! !
Wei Fuyuan suddenly woke up.
- And this trick!
He kicked the ghost away with one kick, threw away the tea tray, and pulled out a long-handled umbrella from the fallen umbrella stand. At the same time, he desperately recalled the memory that Beiquan asked him to "remember" with his body.
A little bit of golden light flows.
The power of merit and virtue rotates and rises along the umbrella handle until it climbs to the pagoda-shaped metal tip.
- That's right, that's it! !
At this moment, Wei Fuyuan felt that what he was holding in his hand was not an ordinary long-handled umbrella, but Emperor Xuanyuan's Minghong Sword, King Arthur's Sword in the Stone.
"drink!"
He shouted and swept the umbrella handle, first forcing the ghost back, and then a straight thrust towards the "head" of the shadow!
The author has something to say: Wei Erha: I have become very good at playing! But why didn't Beiquan see it! ? (gas)