The two were attached to each other, and Beiquan tasted the blood in Wei Fuyuan's mouth that did not belong to him.
Wei Fuyuan became quiet.
Or to be more precise, the soul in his body is no longer a demon.
After Beiquan's blood entered the body, the invisible evil spirit was like a concrete cage, which suppressed Xu Lei's "word spirit".
In fact, whether it is a living soul or a dead soul, when facing the suffocating energy of Beiquan, you will feel like a grandson monkey in the Laojun Dan furnace. Burned by invisible flames.
"north… "
Wei Fuyuan opened his mouth and squeezed out a word.
The person who can call Beiquan's name is naturally Wei Fuyuan's deity.
"Shh."
Beiquan put a finger on Wei Fuyuan's lips, "Don't move, don't talk."
Wei Fuyuan stared at Beiquan's blood-stained crimson lips from an upward angle, and nodded stunned.
Beiquan smiled and sat on Wei Fuyuan's stomach, holding the Vientiane Pen in his hand, and drew a spell that was much more complicated than before.
After the rune was drawn, Beiquan reached out and patted Wei Fuyuan's forehead, "This is your own soul."
After saying that, he put the pressure on Wei Fuyuan's body and turned him over with difficulty, turning his back into the sky.
"Um... umm..."
Wei Fuyuan squeezed out a syllable.
He couldn't see Beiquan's movements from his current posture, so he really wanted to ask what the guy was trying to do, but unfortunately his tongue seemed to be stuck in his mouth, and the syllables squeezed out were more ambiguous than a babbling baby.
From the angle he couldn't see, Beiquan clasped his hands together and said something in his mouth.
After reciting a set of formulas, he raised his hand and slapped Wei Fuyuan on the back of his head.
The familiar pain and dizziness struck, Wei Fuyuan felt as if he had been pushed hard by a huge force.
But when he thought he would "fly" out like before, an invisible force pulled him back again.
Wei Fuyuan felt like a poor man who had been in a car accident. He was "booming" in his head. He was thrown out by inertia, and then pulled back by the seat belt. He was in pain everywhere. It hurt him. Can't help but hummed:
"Ugh..."
When the voice came out, Wei Fuyuan suddenly realized that he seemed to be able to speak again.
Not only that, but the awkward feeling of being squeezed into ill-fitting clothes suddenly disappeared—another soul in his body had already left.
"Well... Beiquan..."
He raised his head with difficulty and called out:
"Come on, what's going on?"
Beiquan didn't speak, he just jumped up from Wei Fuyuan and turned his head to look at the gray shadow that he "shot" out - Xu Lei's soul.
Just when Beiquan was busy, Jiang Nan'an on the other side also became a group with the ghost.
He practiced outside Kungfu from the Shaolin Temple.
Originally, no matter whether it is fists and feet or swords, spears, swords, and halberds, it will not cause any substantial damage to the ghost.
But Jiang Nan'an's nunchucks are no ordinary sticks.
Its material is black gold ebony, and it has been carefully processed through more than 100 processes.
In addition, the two sticks are also engraved with circles of exorcism runes, which are comparable to the big multiplier vajra.
In addition, Jiang Nan'an has a strong body to protect his body. Although he can't kill a ghost, he is not at a disadvantage.
The cultivation base of this ghost is not strong in itself, and he had fought against Wei Fuyuan first, so he was seriously injured by the power of merit.
Now Jiang Nan'an has been beaten indiscriminately again and again, and he has to retreat step by step, and is driven to run around. Just by looking at the dancing yin qi behind it's body, it can be seen that it is already at the end of the force, and it is extremely embarrassed.
However, the ghost is possessed by Xu Lei and follows her soul, and cannot easily leave alone.
After Xu Lei's soul was forced out by Beiquan, Gui Gui immediately seemed to have found a savior. He evaded Jiang Nan'an's stick, circled a big "C" and moved towards the girl's soul. jumped over.
"They're running away!"
Beiquan saw Gui Gui's thoughts, "Separate them!"
"Okay!"
Jiang Nan'an is fighting happily, and naturally he will not give his opponent a chance to slip away.
He rushed forward with a single stride, obstinately blocking the way of Gui Gui, while shouting loudly, the nunchaku danced like a whirlwind, directly hitting the dark shadow lingering with yin qi.
And Beiquan is also drawing talismans.
Wei Fuyuan raised his head and saw Beiquan standing with his back to him, wielding a brush like a fly, and a bright red rune gradually took shape.
Wei Fuyuan didn't know anything about the spell, so naturally he couldn't understand it, but he was very familiar with the strokes, lines, and structure. It was the one he used to deal with ghosts with Beiquan in the past.
"Little Jiang, get out of the way!"
When the rune was completed, Beiquan shouted loudly, and when Jiang Nan'an heard the sound and bowed his head, he shot out the spell.
The spell flew to the ghost, and immediately turned into thousands of slender threads, entangling the black shadow firmly.
Afterwards, the fascinated gods flew out and wrapped the ghost together with the spell.
The fascination flag became tighter and tighter, like a mouthful of abyss, completely engulfing the ghost.
"North Spring!"
At this time, Wei Fuyuan's cry came from behind Beiquan:
"Xu Lei! Xu Lei she's gone!"
Beiquan turned to look at Wei Fuyuan.
"It doesn't matter."
He shook his head:
"Let her 'go back'."
"But Xu Lei he..."
Wei Fuyuan hesitated how to express his guess:
"I think Xu Lei should have something to do with the suicides of the anchors..."
Wei Fuyuan made a "fall down" gesture:
"I don't think they committed suicide, but were possessed by Xu Lei like me, and they died."
"Ok, I know."
Beiquan nodded:
"But our goal is just to bully ghosts."
Wei Fuyuan is still unable to let go:
"But she killed so many people..."
Beiquan walked to Wei Fuyuan's side and extended his hand to him.
Wei Fuyuan returned to hold Beiquan's hand in a daze, and let the other party pull him up.
"Little Wei."
Beiquan reached out and stroked his messy hair, with a gentle and intimate attitude, as if they had never been apart.
"We are not the police, and we will not do those things that punish evil and promote good, and act chivalrous..."
He said, and paused:
"Also, how much responsibility do you think Xu Lei should take in this incident?"
Wei Fuyuan was stopped by Beiquan.
Indeed, Xu Lei killed her twin sister, her best friend, and the three innocent anchors later, as well as the anchor's girlfriend.
Five people have died at her hands.
But in a sense, Xu Lei is very innocent.
She is also a victim herself.
Xu Lei's "Word Spirit" ability was innate, and no one taught her how to control her power.
At the beginning, after her first dream, she told Xu Bei about the dream because she was afraid and at a loss. As a result, "Yan Ling" came true and killed her sister.
After that, Xu Lei has been living in fear of her own abilities.
Maybe she vaguely felt that her father's car accident and her sister's tragic death were related to her, but everyone has the self-interested instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm, so Xu Lei tried her best to prove that other people's deaths had nothing to do with her, but subconsciously more. catalyzed its own ability.
Beiquan and the others didn't know when the ghost got entangled with Xu Lei.
But it is clear that Xu Lei's negative emotions such as guilt, self-blame, worry, fear, and anxiety caused by her "spirit of words" are all delicious nourishment for Gui Gui.
It is not difficult to see from the survey that Xu Lei's "precognitive dreams" have become more and more frequent in recent times.
Beiquan guessed that this was probably a good thing that Gui Gui did to get more negative emotions.
- It is pitiful, but not innocent.
Beiquan could not define Xu Lei's responsibility in this case, and of course Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an could not explain clearly either.
"It doesn't matter, I will contact 'Te Qi'."
Beiquan looked at Wei Fuyuan's stern expression, and patted Wei Fuyuan's shoulder distressedly, "It's more appropriate for them to deal with it."
Even if the evil spirits have been taken away, Xu Lei's speech spirit is a big killer in itself, and she cannot just let it go.
However, Beiquan couldn't decide on his own what to do afterward. He could only wait for the "special seven" person to report to the "special person" and let the "specialized person" who is responsible for dealing with these folk abilities to solve the problem.
A day that was too long for everyone, should have ended here.
But Wei Fuyuan finally saw Beiquan again, of course he couldn't let him run away!
While Beiquan patted him on the shoulder, Wei Fuyuan stepped forward and took the man into his arms.
"Don't go!"
Wei Fuyuan saw Beiquan raise his hand, for fear that the other party would knock him unconscious again, he hurriedly resorted to a small grabbing technique, turning his arms apart, and clasping Beiquan's two arms behind him.
"I-I still have a lot of questions to ask you!"
At the critical moment, Wei Erha's brain turned so fast that it became unusually bright.
"I was innocently involved this time, you have to give me an explanation!"
After speaking, he raised his chin again, revealing a scratch on his lower jaw:
"And I am injured in many places on my body now, you have to help me deal with it, right?"
Beiquan didn't speak, only moved his arm.
Wei Fuyuan thought he wanted to break free, so he hugged him even harder, with a messy head buried next to Beiquan's cheek, cuddling like a big dog.
"I almost fell to my death just now!"
"Really, I almost died! I'll never see you again!"
"You can't ignore me!"
Jiang Nan'an, who was watching: "..."
He felt so wronged.
He is only a newcomer, why do you have to force him to know these things
"cough."
Jiang Nan'an touched his nose and coughed awkwardly: "This is not the place to talk..."
He glanced at Wei Fuyuan's dirty pajamas, and decisively put forward a very reliable suggestion:
"Otherwise, let's go back to the 'Santuchuan' first."