Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan didn't wait long.
After about ten minutes, there was movement at the door.
Yamamoto Akihiko came to the door of the master bedroom.
He reached out his hand cautiously and gently touched the doorknob.
There is no abnormality.
So Yamamoto Akihiko held the doorknob and pressed it down with a little force.
"Crack".
The door slammed open.
Yamamoto Akihiko cautiously opened the door and looked inside with his probe.
The room was quiet. The female nurse he had seen before had disappeared. There was a hospital bed in the middle of the slightly empty master bedroom. The bed was bulging and seemed to be sleeping. There was a bag of drips hanging on the infusion stand. The transparent liquid dripped down drop by drop.
Everything seemed so peaceful.
But Yamamoto Akihiko has always been cautious and never takes risks.
He didn't choose to break into the room rashly, but first released a small paper figurine exploring the way.
This paper figurine is the most basic shikigami of Onmyoji. It is not very powerful and can only do some simple tasks such as reconnaissance, message transmission, and letter delivery.
The little man flew into the room, went back and forth in the room for several times, didn't seem to notice anything abnormal, and flew back to the master's hands.
Yamamoto Akihiko still felt uneasy.
From where he was standing, he could only see that the quilt on the hospital bed was bulging. From the size and shape, it looked like a sleeping person, but there were too many things that could pretend to be human, even if it was just two pillows.
Yamamoto Akihiko didn't dare to be careless, for fear that he would fall into a trap, so he released the shikigami for the second time and let him check the situation of the hospital bed.
The paper figurine first went around the quilt pile, and after confirming that there was indeed a person inside, it stretched out its two small paper-like hands to drag the quilt, trying to see it more realistically.
However, the quilt was very heavy, and the paper was not strong enough to pull it at all.
So Shikigami flew back to Yamamoto Akihiko's hands.
But this is enough for Yamamoto Akihiko.
He stepped into the room, looked around, and after confirming that no one was there, he walked quickly to the side of the hospital bed and lifted the quilt.
However, the person lying on the bed was not the Chen Dafa he was looking for, but a strange white man who was unconscious.
"γγΎγ£γ!"
At the same time that the word "bad" was blurted out, Yamamoto Akihiko knew that he was in the game, and suddenly jumped backwards.
Too bad he was still a step behind.
With the hospital bed as the center, a red circle suddenly appeared on the floor, enclosing the bed and Yamamoto Akihiko.
At the same time, there was a thin and messy bell.
Yamamoto Akihiko looked down, and was surprised to find that his feet were wrapped in a thin red thread at some point, and there were several copper bells that were smaller than small fingernails!
Yamamoto Akihiko naturally refused to tie his hands.
He pointed to a knife together, his fingertips swirled with black energy, and he slashed at the red line on his ankle.
The black gas cut through the red line like a sharp blade, but it failed to cut the thin line that was not much thicker than a hair.
The bell suddenly turned urgent, as if to resist the black air lingering on it, and it made a harsh beep one after another.
And just when Yamamoto Akihiko was trying to break free from the red line, behind him, in front of the originally empty wall, suddenly two more figures appeared - it was Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan.
Beiquan held the Vientiane Pen and quickly drew a spell out of thin air.
"go!"
Beiquan knew that he was injured, and his ability was far less than before.
In the face of an opponent whose strength is unknown, he did not dare to bet how long the hastily arranged red lines and bells could hinder the opponent, and could only drive out a simple offensive rune in a very limited time.
Following his command, the golden-red spell went straight to Akihiko Yamamoto, and at the same time as it dissipated, the small copper bells suddenly turned from dark gold to red, and flames suddenly burst into flames.
Those few strands of flames spread along the thin line and quickly burned to Yamamoto Akihiko's body, only to hear a muffled "Boom", and the Dongying man in the white shirt and slacks turned into a huge fireball.
Wei Fuyuan's eyes lit up, and he almost blurted out "Nice job".
However, Beiquan knew that something was wrong.
He didn't even have time to explain, so he held the natal magic weapon and drew a huge circle in mid-air.
Regrettably, Beiquan's reaction was already extremely fast, but it was nowhere near as fast as the prepared oriole.
Just when the circle was about to close by half an inch, more than a dozen black shadows were swift as lightning, rushing straight from the side.
Another Yamamoto Akihiko stood in front of the master bedroom door, raised his hand in the direction of Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan, and released the servants hidden in his sleeves.
The speed of the shadow is extremely fast, so fast that it is almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Like the rain hitting a banana, the black shadows smashed onto the "circle" drawn by Beiquan, and the golden light splashed all over in an instant.
It's a pity that the protection that Beiquan hastily deployed is still missing so much.
So a black shadow went straight through the half-finger-long gap and shot towards Beiquan's facade.
According to common sense, it is impossible for human reflex nerves to capture such a short-lived change.
But at this moment, for some reason, Wei Fuyuan saw that the score was clear.
His body's conditioned reflexes were much faster than his brain's thinking speed, so Wei Fuyuan reached out his hand towards the shadow without thinking, and grabbed its tail.
That servant was the grievance refined by Yamamoto Akihiko, which has no substance in itself, and no one should be able to catch it at all.
But Wei Fuyuan actually grabbed it like a loach in his hand.
Moreover, Wei Fuyuan not only captured the black shadow, but also instinctively activated the power of merit in his body while fighting with it.
The golden light and the dark shadow were rolled into one place, and it was hard to tell the difference for a while.
It's just that Beiquan couldn't watch his assistant continue to compete with this servant.
Because their opponent was the warlock who had carefully laid out the stand-in trick to attract them.
Beside the hospital bed, the scarecrow who turned into Yamamoto Akihiko has been burned out of the prototype.
Because of the backlash brought about by the broken technique, Yamamoto Akihiko's left wrist also burst into flames, roasting his flesh inch by inch.
Yamamoto Akihiko seemed to not feel the pain of the wound at all, and pursed his lips coldly.
"You're not Jason, are you?"
With a wave of his hand, he called back the shadows, and at the same time said to Beiquan in a questioning tone:
"who are you?"
"What do you think, Mr. Yamamoto?"
Beiquan smiled, pulled Wei Fuyuan back a step, and at the same time was wary of the other party's every move.
The scarecrow was burnt out, and the flame in Yamamoto Akihiko's left hand went out.
The fire burned all the clothes below the elbow of Yamamoto Akihiko's left arm, revealing his bloody arm that was mixed with yellow, white, black and red.
And the dozens of black images with thin black snakes wrapped around his wound, like some kind of weird and terrifying tattoo.
- It seems that it is a difficult opponent.
Beiquan made a quick judgment in his heart.
He didn't know how Yamamoto Akihiko's servants who were condensed from resentment were refined.
But a practitioner who can refine and control so many grievances at the same time is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp.
- You can't fight him head-on.
Beiquan is very self-aware of his current situation, and the purpose of his trip is to catch the ghost who is hiding somewhere, but he can't waste his little energy on fighting with others.
Thinking of this, Beiquan looked in the direction of the door, and after just a second, his eyes drifted to the only window in the room.
There was a wall behind them, and Akihiko Yamamoto blocked the door, and the only window was almost diagonal to the two. At first glance, it seemed that there was no way to escape.
Yamamoto Akihiko apparently noticed this too.
"You are the Mage of China."
As Yamamoto Akihiko spoke, he stared at Beiquan's eyes.
The two of them went back and forth and exchanged offense and defense with each other just now, but Akihiko Yamamoto had already seen from this brief confrontation that the only two people on the opposite side were the one who used the identity of Dai Boqian as someone who knew magic. Abilities, but apparently have not been systematically trained, and even the power is frizzy and cannot be controlled at will.
What's more, the retreat intention in Beiquan's eyes is too obvious, it seems quite guilty.
Yamamoto Akihiko secretly weighed the combat effectiveness of the two and felt that his chances of winning should be great.
"You're here for the 'prisoner', right?"
Just now Yamamoto Akihiko spoke American English, only the word "prisoner" is a strange Chinese pronunciation.
"So you also know the 'prisoner'."
Beiquan smiled and grabbed Wei Fuyuan's hand:
"It's a pity, you guessed wrong, I'm not interested in the 'prisoner'."
Wei Fuyuan tilted his head and glanced at Beiquan, his face was calm, and his heart was secretly horrified.
The hand he was holding at this moment was as cold as ice, and the palm was full of sticky cold sweat.
Wei Fuyuan didn't know what happened to Beiquan, but he was sure that this definitely didn't mean it was a good sign.
"guessed wrong?"
At this time, Yamamoto Akihiko asked rhetorically:
"I don't think an expert like you would be tempted by that mere $100,000..."
However, he only said half of what he said, and then suddenly shot.
More than a dozen black shadows flew out again, like arrows from the strings, rushing towards Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan.
Beiquan also seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and several sheets of yellow paper flew out and formed a talisman in front of him.
The shadow and the rune collided.
For a time, no one could do anything about it.
Yamamoto Akihiko and Beiquan faced each other across a bedroom, as if they had practiced thousands of times, and tacitly held hands at the same time.
The first to attack was Yamamoto Akihiko.
With the completion of the hand trick, the ten black shadows gathered together, twisted into a ball like a tangled twist, and suddenly spread out in all directions, like an open pocket, and like a huge black net, moving towards Beiquan and Weifu. Yuan covered the past.
The yellow talismans shattered one by one in their impact, and Beiquan's hastily deployed defenses were so fragile that they seemed vulnerable, and would collapse at any time.
And Beiquan also shot at this time.
But what he did was completely beyond Yamamoto Akihiko's expectations.
Beiquan unexpectedly slapped the wall behind them.
The moment Beiquan's hand touched the wall, a complete spell appeared on the lime coating.
In the next second, only a loud "bang" sound was heard, and the rune exploded outwards, directly blasting a large hole in the wall.
Wei Fuyuan responded very quickly.
Without saying a word, he smashed Beiquan horizontally, grabbed his boss's waist while Yamamoto Akihiko watched in shock and anger, jumped, and jumped out of the room.