It's a pity that Akihiko Yamamoto's ardent expectations are doomed to fail.
The exact opposite of what he had imagined happened—the servants he was so proud of not only failed to break through the spells laid by Beiquan, but instead, like balls of wool that fell into the front-loading washing machine, formed one with the bright red runes. Group, tangled endlessly.
Yamamoto Akihiko suddenly had a strange premonition in his heart.
The feeling was so strong that Akihiko Yamamoto couldn't ignore it at all.
-wrong!
He said to himself:
- Something is wrong!
A cold sweat broke out on Yamamoto Akihiko's forehead.
Although he really didn't notice the hole dug by Beiquan in a hurry, his experience with the enemy and his sense of crisis told him that he might have overlooked something very important.
So Yamamoto Akihiko didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately made another move to "stimulate" his servants again.
The blue flame engulfed the spell, and the more than ten shadows suddenly became more irritable to the naked eye.
They struggled frantically in the spell, collided left and right, bit each other, and the yin was so strong that it almost solidified.
It was obviously mid-July, it was midsummer, and it was a mansion without air conditioning. It should have been very sultry, but Wei Fuyuan still felt a dangerous chill that made his hair stand on end.
He involuntarily held Beiquan in his arms tighter.
Beiquan patted Wei Fuyuan's arm lightly, signaling his assistant to let go of him.
"Yamamoto, you are… twenty-four years old, right?"
He looked at the large group of entangled servants above his head, and after confirming that everything was as he expected, he turned to look at Yamamoto Akihiko.
"For your age, it is indeed very powerful."
Having said that, Beiquan raised the corners of his lips and smiled coldly:
"However, I just don't know, do you have another stand-in now?"
Yamamoto Akihiko: "!!!"
- not good! !
A voice cried out in his heart.
-Ruined! Ruined! I'm finished!
Unspeakable intense anxiety and fear suddenly erupted, Yamamoto Akihiko didn't have time to think about it, and immediately ignored the dozen or so servants, and directly pulled out the Dongyingwu = sword that was pinned to his waist, and slashed towards Beiquan.
Of course Wei Fuyuan wouldn't just watch it.
At the same time as Yamamoto Akihiko drew his sword, he rushed forward with a single stride, picked up an Eiffel Tower ornament on the cabinet, and blocked Yamamoto Akihiko's blade with a sound of "Dang".
"Drink!"
Yamamoto Akihiko's eyes were red, he shouted loudly, and slashed diagonally, as if to cut off anyone who dared to stop him.
Wei Fuyuan withdrew back, dodged the knife, and pushed the Eiffel Tower forward at the same time, pushing Yamamoto Akihiko's blade with precision.
The two got into a fight.
"Standby straw man, servant, and then Dongying Dao?"
Beiquan looked up at the group of servants who had twisted into Tianjin twists in midair, and opened his mouth to ridicule Yamamoto Akihiko:
"It seems that you only have these three axes."
After he finished speaking, Beiquan flipped his wrist and brought out the Vientiane Pen.
"Please all the immortals, Zhenyuan Lingtong, break the bondage, and call your real name. Hastily as a law!"
-"Snapped!"
Just after Beiquan's spell was finished, everyone present heard a sound as if something was broken.
Wei Fuyuan and Yamamoto Qiuyan raised their heads together, and saw that the spell painted by Beiquan suddenly burst open like fireworks, and the dozens of servants who were originally entangled in the impact also bounced off in the impact.
Yamamoto Akihiko: "!!!"
He was so shocked that he couldn't even utter a word.
"Little Wei!"
At this time, Wei Fuyuan heard Beiquan calling him:
"Stop off!!"
Wei Fuyuan didn't even think about it, he immediately dropped the Eiffel Tower, swung sideways to the rear, rolled over three meters away, and quickly distanced himself from Yamamoto Akihiko.
The next second, the scattered ghosts suddenly shot in the same direction.
But this time, their target turned out to be their master, Akihiko Yamamoto.
"Wow!!!!"
Yamamoto Akihiko let out a hysterical scream, dropped the samurai sword in his hand, and staggered to the door.
However, the servants were much faster than him.
The dozen or so dark shadows immediately surrounded Yamamoto Akihiko, and drilled into his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Yamamoto Akihiko's cry became more and more shrill.
He finally tasted the same as those he killed.
Excruciating pain, bone-chilling cold, suffocating fear, and dying despair.
"Boom."
Yamamoto Akihiko fell to the ground, his hands fell down softly, and he stopped moving.
His originally delicate face was covered with black and red liquid, his eye sockets were shriveled, his two eyeballs had disappeared, and more dirty blood was still gurgling out of his seven orifices, and soon it accumulated on the floor as a pool of blood.
And the servants who had just killed the master with their own hands came out of his eyes, ears, nose, and nose. The original black color had faded a lot and turned into a foggy gray.
Those gray shadows lingered on Yamamoto Akihiko's body for a moment, then flew out the door and disappeared at both ends of the corridor.
Wei Fuyuan: "This... what's going on?"
He looked at the tragic death of Akihiko Yamamoto, and shuddered, feeling only horrified.
"This man... how did he die?"
Beiquan put away the Vientiane Pen, "It's backlash."
He tried to make his voice sound more natural, "I broke Yamamoto's restraint spells on the servants. After they were freed, they killed him."
Beiquan didn't know what the bodies of those servants were, and how Yamamoto Akihiko refined them.
But their Yin Qi is so deep, this refining process must be very cruel.
So Beiquan thought of a simpler method - instead of entanglement with the servants, time-consuming and laborious to destroy them, it is better to find a way to break the bondage imposed by Yamamoto Akihiko and set them free.
Different from real pets, these grievances tempered by secret techniques are not cute and cute cats and dogs, and they will never be loyal to their owners.
Once they have the opportunity to break through the shackles, they will turn from servile servants into terrifying avengers. In order to eliminate the resentment of being refined and enslaved, they are bound to attack their former masters first.
Sure enough, things were just as Beiquan expected, and the servant who was liberated by him rushed towards Yamamoto Akihiko.
It's a pity that Yamamoto Akihiko's organs have been exhausted, and it is really at the moment of life and death, but there is no fourth substitute scarecrow who can take the revenge of the servants in his place.
Of course, Beiquan was actually not very satisfied with the result of this disposal.
Although he used his own way to treat others, he killed Yamamoto Akihiko with servants, but now he really doesn't have the energy to take over those servants.
Therefore, Beiquan could only let more than a dozen evil spirits escape with their grievances not dissipated, and only waited to contact the local Magic Association of Citi, Texas through other channels in the future, and asked them to help clean up.
- After all, even if you want to clean up the mess, you have to have a "later" first.
Beiquan's hand seemed to press on his chest unintentionally, suppressing the blood surging in his throat.
"But those things ran away..."
Wei Fuyuan pointed in the direction of the door: "Is it really okay?"
"Um."
Beiquan's chest was stuffy, for fear that he would not be able to hold back if he said one more word, he just nodded and responded in a low voice.
It's a pity that he thought he was good at acting, but he was noticed by Wei Fuyuan.
"North Spring?"
Wei Fuyuan frowned, reached out and grabbed his arm, his hand was cold, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Almost as soon as Wei Fuyuan met him, Beiquan's patience reached the limit.
He subconsciously covered his mouth with his hand, but his eyes were darkened, his knees were weak, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, tick-tickly falling down his fingers.
"North Spring!!"
Wei Fuyuan's heartbeat stopped in an instant.
He stretched out his hand to support the crumbling Beiquan and asked anxiously:
"What's wrong with you!? What happened!?"
At this time, although Beiquan did not faint, his face was as pale as paper, and he was sweating coldly. The whole person was like being pulled out of ice water. At least two-thirds of his vision was black, and he could only hear blood in his ears. The rumbling noise of hitting the eardrum.
He leaned against Wei Fuyuan's arms and moved his lips, but he couldn't make a sound.
Wei Fuyuan was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.
He simply shook his heart, picked Beiquan up, strode to the corner of the room, and put the person on the bed.
"North Spring..."
He leaned down, reached out and wiped the corner of Beiquan's lips, his fingertips trembled violently, and even his voice trembled slightly:
"You, what happened to you?"
After spitting out the blood stasis that he had endured for a long time, Beiquan felt the stagnation in his chest eased a little. He raised his hand and grabbed Wei Fuyuan's trembling fingers.
"No, ahem... nothing..."
Beiquan coughed twice, "Let me slow down..."
Wei Fuyuan pulled the thin blanket at the foot of the bed, patted off the odds and ends, and covered Beiquan's icy body.
"Then, do you want to drink water?"
Wei Fuyuan, who has an extremely straight brain in a certain way, can only think of this only thing he can help:
"I'm going to get you a glass of hot water?"
Beiquan shook his head, pinched his assistant's fingers, and prevented him from leaving.
So Wei Fuyuan had no choice but to stand beside the bed, holding Beiquan's hand even more forcefully.
He waited for ten minutes.
"All right… "
When he felt that he was about to relax, Beiquan sat up from the bed, "I'm now... much better."
Looking at Beiquan's pale lips and bloodstains on his collar and front, Wei Fuyuan wanted to press the person back again:
"Are you sure you don't need to lie down for a while?"
Beiquan shook his head and slowly got out of bed with Wei Fuyuan's support.
"It's not over yet."
He said, reaching out to the inside pocket of his jacket, which contained the medicine for his salary increase:
"The 'prisoner', and the most important ghost, we haven't dealt with it yet..."
While speaking, Beiquan's fingers flicked, and the small white jade porcelain bottle fell to the ground and rolled out.