Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 17: Witch-01 What are you still doing here?

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Monday, April 26.

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan finished cleaning up the troubles of Mr. A and returned to "Santuchuan", it was nearly five in the morning.

As soon as Beiquan entered the room, he called Tian Jiaxing, who didn't know where he was sleeping, and the two went into the kitchen, busy with work.

Wei Fuyuan had a professional class in the first session on Monday morning, but he tossed it all night and was so exhausted that he almost collapsed. It would kill him to let him climb back to school.

So there was no other way, Young Master Wei could only rely on the convenience of having a good relationship with his teachers and classmates, and sent a text message to the monitor, saying that he had a fever and could not go to class, and asked him to take a leave of absence.

After coding the message, Wei Fuyuan collapsed on the sofa, feeling even more tired for some reason.

He lied about a cold and a fever just now in order to ask for a leave, but he didn't expect that the prophecy would come true, and he really began to feel uncomfortable.

He only felt chills all over his body, and his joints were sore and weak, especially his two arms, which seemed to have been soaked in ice water for an unknown period of time, so numb that he couldn't even feel his fingers.

Young Master Wei was a little flustered, he forced himself to stand up from the sofa, and wanted to go to the bathroom to take a shower, to see if he could dispel the lingering cold.

As soon as he got up, his footsteps staggered, and he felt his body colder and his head even more dizzy.

At this time, Beiquan just came out of the kitchen, holding a steaming cauldron in his hand, and the contents inside smelled a faint and comfortable fragrance.

"I was just going to call you."

Beiquan couldn't make his hand, so he raised his chin and signaled:

"Xiaowei, come with me."

Wei Fuyuan didn't know what the man wanted to do, but he still followed.

Beiquan led Wei Fuyuan into the bathroom, turned on the shower head, poured water into the tub, and poured all the contents of the pot into it.

The public bathroom of "Santuchuan" is not too spacious to fit a bathtub. Wei Fuyuan lived here for a week, and all he used was a shower.

There is, however, a tub in the corner of the bathroom, which will be large enough to fit a tall adult.

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

Beiquan turned his head and saw that Young Master Wei was still standing there, and asked suspiciously:

"Why are you still standing here?"

He pointed to the steaming tub:

"Take off your clothes and soak in."

Wei Fuyuan: "!!"

He has long determined that he likes men's sexual orientation, and Beiquan happens to be the type that he likes because he thinks "good-looking" from the first sight.

Based on Young Master Wei's understanding of this circle, if a man said the words "undress" to another man, it was almost equivalent to "I want to sleep with you".

But Beiquan was very calm in both tone and expression, obviously he had no other intentions.

Wei Fuyuan was silently ashamed for three seconds for his thoughts of running crooked.

"Hurry up, while the water is hot, there are more bubbles."

Beiquan urged again, then opened the door and left the bathroom.

Wei Fuyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly took off his clothes and stepped into the tub.

The temperature of the water is very high, and it also exudes a pleasant and light fragrance. The skin is soaked in the hot water, and the heat immediately evaporates. Young Master Wei feels like a new life, and the pores all over his body are so comfortable.

He leaned against the barrel wall and let out a long sigh.

"Well, this taste..."

Master Wei picked up a handful of water and sniffed it:

"It should be grapefruit, right?"

At this moment, the bathroom door suddenly opened with a "click", and Beiquan walked in carelessly, holding a small plastic stool in one hand and a large plate in the other.

—Shit, the door is unlocked!

Wei Fuyuan was shocked and raised his hand to cover something.

"How did you get in here!"

He was so anxious that his voice trembled.

"I won't come in, who will help you rub your arm?"

Beiquan raised his eyebrows and asked back as a matter of course.

Wei Fuyuan: "Kneading, rubbing what?"

Beiquan put the stool on the edge of the tub, and reached out to grab Wei Fuyuan's arm.

"Gui Gui has an aura of resentment on his body, and ordinary people will be affected as long as they touch it. In mild cases, headaches, diarrhea, and general weakness for ten days and a half months, such as the couple who should still be lying on the balcony now; in severe cases, serious illnesses One, I won't be able to raise it back in two or three years."

As he explained, he supported Wei Fuyuan's bare forearm.

Young Master Wei's face turned red to the bottom of his ears.

He tried to withdraw his arm, but struggled, but didn't break free.

"Obviously don't move!"

Beiquan firmly fixed Wei Fuyuan's arm with his left hand, patted his arm with his right hand, then picked up a handful of sticky things, and smeared it on his skin.

Wei Fuyuan didn't dare to move.

"The easiest way to get rid of this kind of resentment is to take a bath with grapefruit leaves and rub your body with glutinous rice."

He said, like doing Thai massage for Young Master Wei, he kneaded the steamed glutinous rice and rubbed it back and forth on Wei Fuyuan's right arm.

Beiquan's hands were slender and slender, with well-defined joints and great strength, which had nothing to do with gentleness, and pressed Wei Fuyuan's reddish skin into a crimson red.

Wei Fuyuan noticed that the steamed glutinous rice, which was originally snow-white and crystal clear, turned into a dirty dark gray after rolling a few times on his hands, as if a handful of coal ash had been mixed in.

Beiquan scooped up a spoonful of hot water, washed away the sticky rice grains on his left arm for Young Master Wei, and smiled at him:

"Come on, change your hand."

Wei Fuyuan closed his eyes and felt it. After rubbing and pressing his right arm, the feeling of soreness and numbness actually disappeared.

So he blushed and raised his other arm obediently.

The bathroom was steaming hot, Beiquan changed into a home clothes, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, the usually cold white complexion was steamed into a moist deep pink by the hot water, and it looked inexplicably a bit lustrous.

Wei Fuyuan looked away, not daring to look directly at the hands that were repeatedly rubbing his arms.

He is very fortunate that he has a good figure, and his eight-pack abs are neatly sized. He is definitely a male model who looks thin and undressed. Now that he is naked, he will not show his timidity in front of Beiquan.

"correct."

He ignored the vague throbbing in his heart and found a topic:

"When I was fighting with the ghost just now, a layer of golden light appeared on my hand... What is that?"

Wei Fuyuan recalled how he felt when he fought against the ghost, and secretly guessed what kind of magic Beiquan had.

"Oh, you asked that."

Beiquan replied indifferently: "That is the golden light of your merit."

Wei Fuyuan: "What is merit??"

"The golden light of merit."

Beiquan repeated it again.

He looked up at the little assistant who was soaking in the tub, and said with a smile:

"You are born with a good fate. In the last life, you were probably a good person who accumulated virtue and did good deeds. Therefore, in this life, your destiny is to ride the wind, and you have the golden light to protect your body. You are destined to be free from disease and disaster, and to be rich and noble.

Wei Fuyuan: "Really?"

He touched his nose with the hand that Beiquan had just kneaded, and his face seemed to be hotter.

Master Wei still doesn't quite believe in the past and present life, the cycle of cause and effect, and reincarnation and karma, but every word in Beiquan's sentence just now sounds like a compliment, and he finds it very useful.

He automatically substituted an Internet hot stalk, "So, I may have saved the world in my last life, so I bring my own merits and deeds in this life?"

"Well, that's really understandable."

Beiquan smiled and nodded:

"The golden light of merit on your body can resist the ghost's yin qi, and it allows you to touch it. I couldn't move at the time, so I could only rely on you to help me block the first block."

What Beiquan didn't tell Wei Fuyuan was that the reason why he accepted him, a layman who didn't know anything, as his assistant was precisely because of the special fate of Young Master Wei.

Wei Fuyuan was born with excellent horoscopes, he was able to sit in Jinshui Township, and he was able to account for Bingding fire every day. In addition, the great merits he brought from his mother's womb were almost equal to those eminent monks who had practiced for most of their lives.

Beiquan felt that with a special root like Wei Fuyuan, if he practiced diligently, he might have great fortune in the future.

However, this young master was born into a very good family. Since he was a child, he has been spoiled by brocade clothes and jade food, and has developed a somewhat arrogant temperament. In that way, you will be a wealthy and wealthy idler all your life.

-pretty good.

Beiquan smirked in his heart.

- He's not like me, he's really good.

Since he was a good person in his previous life, he should enjoy all the blessings in this life.

- But I do lack a helper right now, so I'll use your meritorious power for the time being.

After figuring out what happened to the golden light on his body, Young Master Wei's mood improved inexplicably. Even the fatigue of the night and the grievance of being thrown out by Beiquan to fight monsters were like thin ice on the river in spring. , it was completely melted by the warm sun.

At this time, he thought of another question:

"The ghost attached to Luo Yuanming's body, that's enough?"

"Well, it's done."

Beiquan smiled and nodded:

"I've sealed it in the fascination banner."

Another incomprehensible term, Wei Fuyuan ignored it automatically, "Why don't you just kill it?"

"Because you can't kill."

Beiquan explained:

"I told you before that ghosts are actually a kind of ghosts and immortals. It's just that cultivation needs to devour the negative emotions of human beings, so they can't be allowed to run rampant in the world."

He smiled:

"However, the way of heaven is clear, everything has a cause and effect, what you do is like planting a cause, and one day you will be rewarded for yourself, so even a lonely ghost can't just kill it, let alone kill it. There are ghosts and immortals who have certain Taoism.”

Wei Fuyuan nodded, thinking of the snow-white long satin that Beiquan finally threw out:

"So you sealed it in that... what flag?"

"right."

Beiquan went on to say:

"The fascination flag was originally a magic weapon to seal the ghosts, but a little accident happened recently, and they all escaped. What we have to do now is to seal them back one by one."

He let go of Wei Fuyuan's arm, stood up, and shook off the water droplets on his hand:

"After rubbing it, you can wash it off and get up."