Wei Fuyuan didn't know how long he had been in a coma.
Anyway, when he woke up, he found himself lying on the corridor, and the indescribable feeling of sharing a body with Beiquan had disappeared.
It's just that he felt as if he had practiced Muay Thai for two hours and then ran a marathon. Every muscle in his body was aching so badly that he could even feel the soreness of his ribs rubbing against his pleura when he breathed.
"correct!"
Wei Fuyuan felt agitated, no longer caring about the pain in his back, he turned over and sat up, "Where's Beiquan!?"
Soon, he found Beiquan lying in the corner.
Wei Fuyuan pounced on him with a single stride and turned the person over.
Beiquan's eyes were tightly closed, his face was pale, there was no blood on his cheeks or lips, only a thin bloodline fell from the corner of his lips, which was shockingly red.
At this moment, Wei Fuyuan felt like he was falling into an ice cave, and even his heart seemed to stop beating.
With trembling hands, he touched Beiquan's carotid artery.
A faint but regular pulsation can be felt on the fingertips.
Wei Fuyuan breathed a sigh of relief, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground.
—Thank goodness people are still alive!
"North Spring!"
Wei Fuyuan stretched out his hand and slapped twice on the face of his unconscious boss.
Beiquan still closed his eyes, as if ignorant, not even humming.
Wei Fuyuan was at a loss.
He is neither a doctor nor a warlock, and he doesn't know anything about Beiquan's situation, so he doesn't know what to do at such a time.
"North Spring! North Spring!"
Wei Fuyuan called out two more times, and then stretched out his hand and pinched the opponent's face.
Beiquan tilted his head to his chest, still unresponsive.
Wei Fuyuan broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't care much, and hugged the person horizontally.
He found an empty room at the end of this corridor that no one was using, and quickly took Beiquan in and put it on the bed.
Wei Fuyuan went into the bathroom that came with the room. He tore a piece of white cloth covering the furniture as a towel. After getting wet with cold water, he wiped Beiquan's face.
- If he doesn't wake up again, take him to the hospital!
Wei Fuyuan wiped off the blood spilling from the corner of his lips for Beiquan, and quickly made up his mind.
As for how much trouble it will cause after being sent to the hospital, and how to deal with the aftermath of this room full of dead people and the few remaining living people, Young Master Wei can't take care of that much anymore.
It's a pity that even after wiping his face with cold water, he still failed to wake Beiquan.
Wei Fuyuan's heart slammed, and he was about to pick up the person again.
At this moment, his eyes fell on Beiquan's lips inadvertently.
The lips were also so pale that they couldn't see the blood, and they were also in a coma and hanging on the line. Wei Fuyuan's mind flashed the experience of their time in Xuanmen Village two months ago.
— At that time, how did I wake up Beiquan
Wei Fuyuan asked himself.
-correct…
He lowered his head and moved closer to Beiquan's lips.
When the four lips overlapped, Wei Fuyuan tasted the unique rust and sweet smell of blood.
Beiquan's lips were soft and cold, but Wei Fuyuan's mind was only filled with the only desire "you wake up soon", and he didn't have time to taste it, let alone generate any fancy thoughts.
He held the back of Beiquan's head with one hand and squeezed the other's chin with the other hand, so that Beiquan kept his mouth open and let the air in with a big mouth.
In fact, Wei Fuyuan knew that for a person who was still breathing spontaneously, it was meaningless to give him artificial respiration.
But there is a subtle sixth sense that can't tell whether it should be attributed to intuition or impulsiveness, telling him that this should help Beiquan.
[Use your body to remember how to use the power of merit.]
At this moment, Wei Fuyuan suddenly remembered what Beiquan had just said to him.
—By the way, use the power of merit!
. fable. Wei Fuyuan was so anxious and confused at this time that he couldn't think calmly.
But he has experienced the mysterious feeling of the power of merit circulating in the body.
As written in the martial arts novel, a martial arts master opened up the two veins of Ren and Du, and after the fusion of true qi and the return of blood to the meridian, his skill increased greatly. Wei Fuyuan felt like he had finally mastered how to maintain it on a bicycle. For beginners of balance, after memorizing the skills with the body, at the critical moment, there is no need to think through the brain at all.
A faint golden light overflowed from Wei Fuyuan's body, and was transmitted to Beiquan by the lips of the two who touched, like fine snow falling into a lake, quietly blending into his body...
…
…
Beiquan felt that his current state was like a hamster locked in a sealed box. He could hear the outside voice vaguely through the thin box wall, but he couldn't get out at all. The only difference was that maybe It's just that he doesn't have to worry about suffocating himself to death.
- Alas, this time it's troublesome.
Beiquan thought a little dejectedly.
Because the "prisoner of the gods" was too difficult to deal with, Beiquan had no choice but to use the curse of the gods.
This technique, if no specific object is specified, may fail to a certain extent, but if it succeeds, it will invite a certain immortal, saint or ancestor, or even any existence with powerful spiritual power.
Beiquan didn't want to bet on any immortal willing to travel across the ocean to respond to his spell, so he chose to let Wei Fuyuan summon him.
Because he is very aware of his special situation, the flesh is a container for him, so even if he is seriously injured now, it will not affect the power of God's descent.
However, when Beiquan planned this "Plan A", he deliberately ignored one point, that is, his "container" had been damaged to a certain extent.
- Alas, if Zhu Ling or a salary increase were in place, he might still be able to think of something else.
- But now, just relying on the big fool of Xiaowei, I'm afraid I can't do anything, right
Beiquan thought sadly:
- I wonder if the "rescue soldiers" can arrive in time
- I hope the big fool will not send me to the hospital before the "rescue" arrives...
Just when Beiquan felt both annoyed and helpless, he suddenly felt a vague and hazy warmth.
He made a "turn back" motion in the darkness, and then saw the familiar golden torrent coming towards him.
That is the power of merit that belongs to Wei Fuyuan.
Beiquan thought in surprise:
- For the second time.
The last time Wei Fuyuan passed his power of merit into his body unconsciously, is it a coincidence this time
…
…
Beiquan opened his eyes, and as far as he could see, Wei Fuyuan was touching the tip of his nose, zooming in to the point where only part of his handsome face could be seen.
There was a wet and warm touch on his lips, which was because his little assistant was still giving him a steady stream of "chi".
Beiquan wanted to make a sound to attract Wei Fuyuan's attention, but he had just returned to his soul, and he couldn't even move a finger like a ghost on a bed, let alone speak.
So he could only keep his eyes open, and Ren Weifuyuan kissed as much as he wanted.
A minute later, Wei Fuyuan finally raised his head.
Then he went straight to Beiquan's line of sight.
"what!"
He shouted, surprised and happy, "Beiquan, you are finally awake!"
Beiquan really wanted to give him a smile back, but it's a pity that he can't even control his expression now.
Wei Fuyuan used his thumb to gently wipe off the wet water stains from the corners of Beiquan's lips.
"How do you feel?"
he asked:
"Is there any discomfort?"
Beiquan smiled reluctantly, his lips parted slightly, and a faint voice rolled through his throat.
Wei Fuyuan couldn't hear clearly, so he quickly lowered his head and put his ear to it.
"Wait...wait..."
Beiquan whispered in a voice like a gossamer:
"Wait... our... rescuer..."
The last two words were as subtle as mosquitoes, but Wei Fuyuan still heard them.
"reinforcement?"
He repeated uncertainly:
"You mean, rescue? In Citiland?"
Beiquan nodded lightly.
Fortunately, the two didn't wait long.
Just when Wei Fuyuan was still pondering who the legendary "rescue soldier" was, he heard the flapping of the bird's wings.
A big black thrush fluttered its wings and plunged into the room from the door.
Wei Fuyuan made a warning gesture subconsciously.
The black thrush did not approach them, but flew around the roof, and then landed on the closet by the wall.
"found it!"
The black thrush's pointed beak opened, and the sound was not a bird's song, but a clear and distinct voice that belonged to a middle-aged man—still Mandarin with a southern coastal dialect accent.
"You guys (don't) move, we'll be here soon!"
Wei Fuyuan: "!?"
He stared at the black thrush in shock, then turned to look at Beiquan.
Beiquan gave Wei Fuyuan a reassuring smile.
About two minutes later, there were multiple footsteps in the corridor, and then, six people poured into this small room one after another.
There were men and women, the older ones were in their early fifties, and the younger ones were in their twenties. Most of them were Asian faces, and only one had obvious mixed-race Aryan features.
The middle-aged man at the head confirmed to Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan in that dialect-flavored Mandarin:
"The secret realm of Zhuling?"
Beiquan, who was lying on the bed, couldn't even get up by himself, so Wei Fuyuan answered for him:
"Yes, it's us."
The man didn't ask them for tokens, he just waved to a few people behind him and said something in dialect:
"Do it."
Then two young men stepped forward, skillfully and quickly twisted the sheets into a simple stretcher, and moved Beiquan up.
"and many more!"
Wei Fuyuan quickly stood in front of his boss:
"Where are you taking him?"
"Keep out of the limelight."
The middle-aged man replied:
"We found several corpses just now, and many of them were injured by magic, right? If you can't tell the police clearly, you will be involved in trouble! If one is not good, you may not even be able to return to China. "
The middle-aged man paused, then pointed to Beiquan lying on the bed:
"Besides, he must be seriously injured, right? Come to our place, and a 'doctor' can take care of him."
Although Wei Fuyuan did not know the identities of this group of people, it was as the other party said that what happened in the mansion tonight could not be explained to the Citiland police at all.
If it is really investigated, it may not be settled within a year and a half, and Beiquan still fraudulently used the identity of Dai Boqian to enter the country.
Moreover, the people of Beiquan woke up, but he suffered multiple injuries, and Wei Fuyuan didn't have a clue at all, and he didn't dare to bet on whether his injuries would get better on their own.
After thinking about it, it seems that there is no better choice than walking with this group of people.
"don’t worry."
The middle-aged man added:
"We will find a way to dispose of those bodies with strange dead bodies, so that the police will not find them."
The author has something to say: This Case is done!
Open a new copy in the next update, hey~