Tuesday, August 3rd, 4:10am.
Beiquan's room has a window, and the street light shines into the room through the window. Even if the light is not turned on, you can barely see the layout of the house.
It was the dead of night and everything was silent, except for the rustling night wind, no other sound could be heard in the room.
Taking advantage of the dim light, Wei Fuyuan turned his head and glanced at Beiquan beside him, swallowing nervously.
For some reason, he felt it was so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.
"North Spring..."
Wei Fuyuan hoarsely shouted.
Beiquan didn't speak, dragged Wei Fuyuan to the bedside, grabbed his shoulder and pressed it hard.
Originally, he just wanted the other party to sit on the edge of the bed, but he didn't expect Wei Erha to be too cooperative. When pushed by his sweetheart, he immediately fell down and "putong" lay on his back on the soft bed.
Beiquan: "..."
Wei Fuyuan's hair was spread out on the quilt, his hands were on his cheeks, his face was ruddy, his eyes were dizzy with water vapor, a handsome young man of 1.87 meters put on such a weak look, from his expression to his movements, he seemed to be in a daze. Say don't pity me because I'm a delicate flower.
"Hey… "
Beiquan was a little speechless.
He reached out and patted Wei Fuyuan's cheek lightly, "Get up and talk to you."
Wei Fuyuan's heart was beating fast, and his ears were filled with rhythmic "rumbling" whispers as blood flowed against the eardrum.
He knew he was nervous, very nervous.
But at the same time, Wei Fuyuan also knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Whether he could break Beiquan's heart or not depended on what happened to him.
So taking advantage of Beiquan's chance to bend over, Wei Fuyuan wisely and decisively stretched out his hand, grabbed Beiquan's shoulder, and pulled and tugged.
Beiquan jumped forward unexpectedly, and the whole body was pressed on Wei Fuyuan, and then he was firmly locked in his arms.
"North Spring..."
Wei Fuyuan's lips were against Beiquan's ear, and he shuttled back and forth, kissing repeatedly, breathing hot, and trembling because of his emotional excitement, "Beiquan... Beiquan..."
He didn't know what he should say, but the person he longed for was so close, Wei Fuyuan only wished he could smash the person into his arms and never be separated again.
"Little Wei!"
The dampness and warmth continued to linger, and Beiquan felt as if he was being rubbed and licked by a big dog. It was funny and helpless, but it was inevitably a little distressed, and there was a three-point secret sweetness.
He felt that Wei Fuyuan was like a big dog who gave up his heart. He was obviously thrown away by his master, but he was foolish enough to get it back on his own. half a margin.
- both cute and pitiful.
She's so cute that Beiquan doesn't care what he wants, and only responds to Wei Fuyuan's courtship according to his own wishes.
But Beiquan knew that he couldn't do it.
Now, he can no longer hide from Wei Fuyuan.
He should give the opponent a choice.
"Little Wei..."
Beiquan propped up the bed board with his hands, and barely propped up his upper body from Wei Fuyuan's embrace, or should be said to be restrained, "Listen to me."
There was no light in the room, and Beiquan was backlit again. Although the two were very close, Wei Fuyuan couldn't actually see Beiquan's expression clearly.
But he was familiar with the tone of Beiquan's words, and he quickly recognized that this was what he meant by "speaking the truth".
Wei Fuyuan took a deep breath, suppressing the heat in his heart and the inevitable throbbing somewhere in his body.
"Um."
He tried to make his voice sound calmer:
"You said, I'm listening."
Beiquan patted Wei Fuyuan's arm, motioning him to let go of him.
Wei Fuyuan reluctantly complied.
The two of them both sat on the edge of the bed and finally returned to the correct posture of "talking well".
"You should have noticed it too."
Beiquan brushed away a strand of hair on his cheek, and said softly:
"I'm not 'normal'."
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
The two have known each other for nearly four months. Indeed, as Beiquan said, Wei Fuyuan more or less noticed something special about the other. For example, his personality really doesn't look like a young man who looks only in his twenties, and sometimes he will say some weird and old-fashioned speeches and so on.
In addition, Beiquan's ability to draw talismans with blood, as well as all kinds of strange techniques and props, and no matter what happened, he was always able to handle it with ease, and the calm appearance of Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his color. It can be called the "extraordinary expert" in another sense.
It’s really weird to say that these things are weird, but Beiquan’s profession can’t be described by the word “ordinary” at all, and he himself can use the power of merit to single out with the ghosts, even if Beiquan is no longer "Not normal", what does it matter
Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan decided to choose a more cautious answer: "Well... Which aspect do you mean?"
Beiquan seemed to see Wei Fuyuan's disdain, and sighed softly.
He decided to cut to the chase.
"I'm actually dead."
Beiquan paused for a while, and then came a sentence that was not astonishing:
"Besides, it has been six hundred and fifty years since he died."
Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"
He widened his eyes and was too shocked to speak, then his first reaction was to stretch out his hand and press it directly on Beiquan's chest.
- Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Wei Fuyuan felt a regular and steady heartbeat.
He breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to himself:
"That's right... I made sure when I did artificial respiration before... You will gasp for breath and have a heartbeat... "
After that, Wei Fuyuan looked at Beiquan over and over again with doubtful and hesitant eyes:
"This... are you kidding me? How can a dead person have a heartbeat and breath?"
Beiquan took Wei Fuyuan's paw down from his left chest and asked indifferently:
"Have you heard of 'Borrowing the Dead'?"
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
He vaguely remembered that he had heard late-night strange talk on the radio when he was in middle school.
Because the time interval is really long, he can't remember the specific details clearly, and only has a vague impression.
More than 60 years ago, the wife of a wealthy businessman surnamed Wu died of illness in a county in Baodao, but she suddenly woke up after a period of breathlessness. The family thought it was a corpse fraud, but the woman who woke up was sane and logical. Clear and fluent in answering, but she told everyone that she was not the wife of a wealthy businessman, but a Jinmen girl "Zhu Xiuhua" who was drowned by criminals.
Later, how did the wealthy businessman surnamed Wu prove that Zhu Xiuhua's identity Wei Fuyuan had forgotten, but the storytellers at that time had a nose and eyes, and finally came to the conclusion: "Zhu Xiuhua" did have a person, and it is very likely that he really revived his soul from a dead body. Exactly three years later, she was resurrected with the body of a stranger who had nothing to do with her a hundred miles away.
"This… "
Wei Fuyuan opened his mouth.
He wanted to say "how is this possible", but he only said one word, and the words got stuck in his throat.
Because Wei Fuyuan suddenly thought that not only had he seen all the life and death, but also that he had empathized with others many times, and had been possessed by Beiquan and Xu Lei successively.
After all, he has even experienced sharing a body with others, so how could he say the phrase "borrowing a dead body is not scientific at all"
"Well, can I ask?"
Wei Fuyuan swallowed hard:
"You... the original owner of your body, what happened to him?"
After all, the resurrection also depends on the circumstances.
Wei Fuyuan felt that it was necessary for him to figure this out.
And Beiquan didn't plan to hide him.
"In that case..."
Beiquan pursed his lips and showed his first smile since entering the room.
"Just let you see it with your own eyes."
Wei Fuyuan blinked: "What do you mean?"
Beiquan did not answer.
He shot like lightning and slapped Wei Fuyuan on the back of the head without warning.
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Although Wei Fuyuan has experienced many times of empathy with others, there has never been a time when he felt so strange and mysterious like now.
He felt like a ghost, fluttering in the air, everything he could see was hazy and erratic, as if he was covered with a veil blowing in the wind.
Wei Fuyuan couldn't even feel his hands and feet.
He felt that he was like a sunny doll hanging on a roof beam, unable to move or do anything at will, and could only look down silently at what was happening below.
Wei Fuyuan saw a strangely furnished room.
It seems to be an old house with some years old, or the old-style mortise and tenon beams and carved window ribs, except that all the windows are boarded up, and only a knuckle-wide gap is left in the north-facing window.
In addition, the room is full of prayer flags with ghosts and talismans written on a yellow background and red characters. There is an offering table in the east, where the incense burner, incense and candles are provided. There is also a large basket, which is wrapped in yellow silk Group, I don't know what it is.
At this time, a man and a woman stood in front of the offering table, all of whom were strangers Wei Fuyuan had never met.
Both were in their twenties and less than thirty years old.
The man was tall, fair-skinned, and had chestnut-colored hair with a natural curl at the end. From Wei Fuyuan's point of view, he couldn't see his face, but he guessed that the other party should have some Caucasian blood.
The woman is very beautiful, with a melon-seeded face, red lips, and delicate eyebrows, as beautiful as a finely crafted handicraft.
The most important thing is that Wei Fuyuan felt that her appearance was very familiar - whether it was her face or facial features, the woman and Beiquan were at least six or seven points similar.
Almost at the same time as he realized this, Wei Fuyuan guessed the identity of the couple - they should be Beiquan's parents!
At this time, the man and the woman were arguing.
The two spoke a dialect with a southern accent. Wei Fuyuan had a hard time hearing it. After a while, he could barely hear the man saying to the woman:
"No, you can't do that!"