Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 106: Chain-21 This is such a mess!

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Originally, the balcony of the apartment hotel was locked, and it was impossible for ordinary guests to come up.

But today, I don't know if it was a coincidence or some other reason, the door lock turned out to be open.

Now Wei Fuyuan was standing on the edge of the balcony, with only a waist-high railing in front of him. As long as he climbed over the guardrail, there would be no protection outside. At the height of the thirty-second floor, if he fell, he would surely die.

Wei Fuyuan fell heavily just now, his chin was bruised, his hands, feet and knees were broken, and his whole body hurt everywhere.

Under the stimulation of pain, he felt that his soul regained some control over his body. Wei Fuyuan struggled and moved his fingers with all his strength.

The ten fingers bent hard under his will, but at the same time, the consciousness that did not belong to him was controlling his legs, trying to cross the railing, making the owner of the body fall into flesh like a dream.

Wei Fuyuan gritted his teeth, stretched his arms desperately, and his fingertips finally reached the guardrail.

- Can't die!

Wei Fuyuan gritted his teeth even tighter, biting his own lips.

He wouldn't let himself fall.

He absolutely cannot die.

The two souls fought fiercely for control of the body.

The smell of blood filled his mouth, Wei Fuyuan grabbed the guardrail with his hands and hung his upper body on it.

And one of his feet has stepped over the railing, hanging in the air at an altitude of more than 100 meters.

Wei Fuyuan didn't want to give up, he didn't want to die like that.

His will is firm, and Xu Lei's soul must let him jump from the tall building in order to fulfill his "prophecy".

In the same body, two completely different souls were stiff, and no one could do anything for a while.

However, at this moment, a "hand" suddenly placed on Wei Fuyuan's hand grasping the railing.

It was not so much a hand as it was a black hand-like shadow.

At the same time, Binghan pierced Wei Fuyuan's body from the back of the hand touched by the shadow, like a steel needle piercing the bone.

Wei Fuyuan couldn't turn his head, but this familiar feeling made him immediately realize that it was the ghost who grabbed his hand!

The ghost, who was forced back by Wei Fuyuan just now, has been hiding beside him, waiting for a knife to be inserted into him at the critical moment.

Wei Fuyuan's teeth rattled.

He felt as if he was in the icy world without a trace, and the yin qi was still flowing in.

Wei Fuyuan's whole body trembled, and the hand holding the railing was involuntarily released.

"Creak".

He heard an ominous vibrato from the guardrail below him.

For a split second, Wei Fuyuan felt that his life was about to end this time.

In a hurry, he tried his best to move his stiff fingers desperately.

I don't know if it was the explosion of potential at a critical juncture, or Wei Fuyuan finally mastered the skills of manipulating the power of merit - a golden light overflowed from his trembling fingertips, like a beacon in the dark night, once again forced back and wanted to lift him. Go ghost.

As the brilliance circulated, Wei Fuyuan only felt that the yin qi that invaded the body seemed to be dispelled a lot by the power of merit, not only the chill that was so cold to the bone was relieved, but even the spiritual platform became clear.

- I don't want to die!

Wei Fuyuan clenched his teeth harder, biting his lips until blood dripped.

- Get out of my body!

- Get out!

The tug-of-war between the two souls finally reached a fever pitch at this time.

Wei Fuyuan felt as if he had fallen into a front-loading washing machine. Everything he saw, knew, and felt was twisted, rotated, and deformed in his consciousness. doing something.

He didn't even know who he was.

[Promise me, Lei Lei, no matter what you dream about, don't say it, you know?]

[why?]

[Don't ask, you can't tell anyway, you know!]

In his confused consciousness, Wei Fuyuan suddenly saw another girl. She looked exactly like Xu Lei, but she was several years younger than the school girl he knew, and she looked like a junior high school student.

The girl stood in front of "self", took "his"'s hand, and repeatedly warned that she must not tell what she saw in her dream.

And "self" perseveres and asks the other party, why can't they say it? If I don't say it out loud, I feel so sad.

The girl was helpless when asked, so she shook her head to answer, some words were not very good to say.

Wei Fuyuan already vaguely understood that, after all, the two were sharing the same body now, and he probably had a sympathy with Xu Lei by accident. What he saw should be Xu Lei's memory.

[no! It's not my fault!]

In the chaos, the scene in front of Wei Fuyuan changed again.

He saw "himself" sitting alone in an unfamiliar room, breaking down and crying.

Wei Fuyuan knew that it was Xu Lei who was crying.

Xu Lei's elder sister died. After investigation, the traffic police said that Xu Bei should bear the main responsibility for the accident, because the surveillance records clearly showed that the girl jumped off the road by herself and ran into someone else's car.

Police said it should have been suicide.

[Not my fault, not my fault!]

Xu Lei buried her head in the pillow, crying almost to the point of breaking out.

She clearly remembered that after listening to her dream, her sister sighed and didn't blame her, but just said that since she said it, she probably wouldn't be able to live.

But Xu Lei insisted that her sister's death was doomed, she just predicted it in advance, not her responsibility...

In the sympathy, the rapid scene switching and perspective inversion made Wei Fuyuan inevitably feel dizzy.

For a brief moment, he even forgot his situation, and it was not until his hands were suddenly empty and his body suddenly fell down that he suddenly woke up.

—Fuck! !

Wei Fuyuan was shocked to find that, at some point, he had already pulled out of the fence, and most of his body was hanging outside the wall of the building. He barely grabbed the fence with one hand, so as not to fall directly into a puddle of flesh.

You must know that a man who is 1.87 meters is still the type who is keen to exercise strong muscles. That weight, supported by one arm alone, is absolutely fatal.

What's more, his only arm that can be used as a fulcrum can't be used a little bit!

Wei Fuyuan broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

While desperately suppressing the other soul in his body with the power of merit, he struggled to move the other arm, trying to pull himself back to a safe place.

However, the ghost won't let him get his wish.

When Wei Fuyuan saw the black human-shaped shadow fluttering above the guardrail, and the long tentacles formed from Yin Qi were about to wrap around his only arm still hanging on the railing, he was heartbroken. Immediately sank to the bottom.

- This time, it's really over...

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When Beiquan arrived at the rooftop, what he saw was such a thrilling scene.

His family, Wei Fuyuan, hangs on the outside of the railing, with a height of 100 meters under his feet. He only relies on one hand to hold the railing tightly, and the ghost is above his head, with yin qi lingering, and he will be thrown off in the next second. .

Without even thinking about it, he scratched his wrist, poured the Vientiane Pen into the blood, and wrote a spell in three strokes.

"go!"

Beiquan raised one hand and patted the rune towards the ghost.

Gui Gui "swish" with a swipe and pulled back the protruding "tentacle", then turned around nimbly, avoiding Beiquan's hurried blow.

"Rescue!"

Beiquan shouted to his partner.

Jiang Nan'an was quite clever, and without Beiquan's reminder, he had already rushed over and grabbed Wei Fuyuan's shaky arm.

Fortunately, Jiang Nan'an practiced kung fu from a foreign family. Although he knew almost nothing about spells and spells, he was unambiguous in his fists and feet, and he was very strong.

With a loud shout, he squatted with his feet apart and lunged, leaning back, his arm muscles bulging, and pulling with force, he actually lifted a big man like Wei Fuyuan, who weighed more than 70 kilograms, up. .

"Boom!"

The two of them twisted into a ball like a stack of Arhats, and fell to the ground.

But it was clear that Wei Fuyuan was still far from escape.

His body began to twitch violently. Under the control of Xu Lei's soul, Wei Fuyuan suddenly jumped up, hooked his fingers, and pinched Jiang Nan'an's throat.

Although Jiang Nan'an didn't take precautions at first and was pushed down by him, when Wei Fuyuan reached out his hand, he immediately sensed the opponent's attacking intention and quickly raised his arm to block.

The two then scuffled together.

"This is such a mess!"

Wei Fuyuan's strength was so great that even Jiang Nan'an felt that he couldn't stand it.

Even worse, Xu Lei's goal was not Jiang Nan'an, but to make Wei Fuyuan fall to his death as he "predicted".

So Wei Fuyuan suddenly threw a punch and hit Jiang Nan'an on the shoulder, forcing him to take a few steps back, then he turned sharply, and flew towards the low guardrail.

"Fuck!!"

Jiang Nan'an was so frightened that his face was pale, and he hurriedly pushed Wei Fuyuan to the ground from behind with a standard save action to prevent anyone from actually falling.

When Jiang Nan'an shouted, Beiquan had already rushed over, and without saying a word, turned over the face of Wei Fuyuan, who was thrown to the ground, and pressed his bloody finger on his forehead.

"Go and hold the ghost!"

Beiquan said to Jiang Nan'an:

"I'll take care of the soul in Xiaowei's body!"

These words are in Jiang Nan'an's arms.

He handed Wei Fuyuan, who was indeed a ghost in a certain sense, to Beiquan, took out a stick from his waist, shook it in the air, and the stick was divided into two sections, connected by chains - it turned out to be a pair of double jubilee.

"bring it on!"

Jiang Nan'an flicked his stick, imitating Li Long's classic shape, wiped his nose, and waved to the shadow a few meters away:

"bring it on!"

At the same time, Bei Quanzheng was half-sitting on Wei Fuyuan's body, using his body weight to suppress the opponent, and at the same time, he quickly drew the spell with the Vientiane Pen.

Wei Fuyuan was like a fish about to die of thirst, flapping his hands and feet on the ground.

His own consciousness clearly recognized Beiquan. He was both surprised and delighted. He wanted to call his sweetheart's name, but he didn't even have the freedom to control his vocal cords.

But the soul of another person is still struggling.

As a "spirit of speech", she can't think, has no feelings, and only has the only point of "making dreams come true".

"Tsk!"

Beiquan was so troubled by Wei Fuyuan's struggle that he couldn't draw talismans at all.

Annoyed to the extreme, he simply bit the tip of his tongue, then clasped Wei Fuyuan's chin with one hand, lowered his head involuntarily, blocked the opponent's mouth, and drained a mouthful of blood.