Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 80: Are you unwell?

Translator-Rhapsodite

Editor- PerpetualMreow, Proofreader-Ghostie

Akihiko Yamamoto’s high expectations, however, were bound to amount to nothing.

Instead of breaking through Bei Quan’s spell, his proud black shadow servants tangled with the bright red runes like a ball of wool tumbling inside a washing machine.

Akihiko Yamamoto suddenly had a strange sense of foreboding in his heart.

The feeling was so strong, that it was impossible to ignore it.

——No!

He said to himself:

——Something’s wrong!

Akihiko Yamamoto’s forehead gleamed with cold sweat.

Although he hadn’t noticed the pit dug by Bei Quan in his haste, his experience and sense of crisis told him that he may have overlooked something very important.

So Akihiko Yamamoto didn’t dare to hesitate and immediately made another hand trick– casting another “whip” on his servants.

The blue flame engulfed the spell, and the dozen black shadows suddenly became more violent.

They struggled frantically inside the spell, bumping left and right, biting each other. The Yin energy was so strong that it almost became tangible.

It was clearly mid-July, in the middle of summer, and there was no air conditioning mansion, it should be very hot but Wei Fuyuan still felt a dangerous chill that made his hairs stand on end.

He couldn’t help but hold Bei Quan in his arms a little tighter.

Bei Quan gently patted Wei Fuyuan on the arm and motioned for his assistant to release him.

“Akihiko Yamamoto, you are…… twenty-four years old this year, right?”

He looked at the large tangled mass of coiled black shadows and red runes above his head. After making sure everything was as he expected, Bei Quan turned his head back to Akihiko Yamamoto.

“For your age, you are indeed already very powerful.”

At this point, Bei Quan allowed his lips to curl and smiled coldly.

“But I just wonder, do you have another double now?”

Akihiko Yamamoto: “!!!”

——Not good!!

A voice cried out in his heart.

——It’s over! It’s over! I’m finished!

An unexplainable sense of fierce uneasiness and panic enveloped him, but he did not have any time to dwell. Quickly disregarding the ten or so black shadows, he drew out the eastern Japanese martial arts blade strapped to his waist and dashed towards Bei Quan.

Wei Fuyuan, of course, would not sit back and do nothing.

As Akihiko Yamamoto raised his sword, Wei Fuyuan ran forward, picked up an Eiffel Tower ornament from the cabinet and blocked the sword blow, a loud “dang” resonated as the blade and ornament collided.

“Damn it!”

Akihiko Yamamoto’s eyes were red as he shouted, slashing the blade sideways, as if he wanted to kill anyone who dared to stop him.

Wei Fuyuan retreated back, dodging the blade while swinging the Eiffel Tower forward, precisely countering Akihiko Yamamoto’s blade.

The two were entangled in a struggle.

“Body double, servitude, and now a Japanese blade?”

Bei Quan looked up at the mass of black shadows and opened his mouth to mock Akihiko Yamamoto.

“It seems like this is all you have.”

After saying that, Bei Quan summoned his Qingguang Vientiane Brush

“All immortals are invited, Zhen Yuan, to break the bondage and call upon your true name. Urgent as the law!“

—— “Snap!”

As soon as Bei Quan’s incantation was finished, everyone present heard the sound of something being snapped.

Wei Fuyuan and Akihiko Yamamoto looked up together and saw the spell that Bei Quan had drawn explode suddenly like a firework, and the dozens of black shadows that had been entwined together also bounced away in the impact.

Akihiko Yamamoto: “!!!”

He was so shocked that he couldn’t even utter a single word.

“Xiao Wei!”

At this time, Wei Fuyuan heard Bei Quan calling him, “Get out of the way!!”

Without thinking, Wei Fuyuan immediately threw down the Eiffel Tower, lunged sideways to the diagonal rear, and rolled three metres away with a flip, quickly distancing himself from Akihiko Yamamoto.

The next second, those scattered black shadows suddenly shot in the same direction.

But this time, their target was their master, Akihiko Yamamoto.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”

Akihiko Yamamoto let out a hysterical scream, dropped the Japanese blade in his hand and stumbled towards the door.

However, the black shadows were much faster than him.

The dozen or so black shadows surrounded the man in an instant, burrowing through his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

Akihiko Yamamoto’s screams became more and more miserable.

He’d finally had a taste of the cruel method the men he had killed succumbed to.

Extreme pain, bone-chilling cold, suffocating fear, and the despair of the dying.

“Dang.”

Akihiko Yamamoto fell to the ground, his hands dropping limply, no longer moving.

His originally clean face was covered with black and red liquid, his eye sockets were dry, both eyeballs were gone and more dirty blood was still gurgling out of his seven orifices pooling on the floor.

And the servants who had just killed their master with their own hands came out of his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose— their original obsidian like ink had faded quite a bit and turned into a foggy grey.

Those grey shadows hovered over Akihiko Yamamoto’s corpse for a moment, then flew out the door and disappeared at both ends of the corridor.

Wei Fuyuan, “What is this …… going on?”

He looked at Akihiko Yamamoto’s miserable state and shivered, feeling chills down his spine.

“How did this man …… die?”

Bei Quan put away the Qingguang Vientiane Brush, “It’s a backlash.”

He tried to make his voice sound natural. “I broke Yamamoto’s bondage curse on the servants. After they regained their freedom, they killed him.”

Bei Quan neither knew what those servitudes were, nor how Akihiko Yamamoto had refined them.

But, their Yin Qi was very deep so the refining process must’ve been very cruel.

Immediately Bei Quan thought of a simpler way— instead of tangling with the servants and destroying them in a time-consuming way, he could break the bonds that Akihiko Yamamoto had put on them and set them free.

These secretly-refined Yin grievances are not like real pets, they are not cute cats and dogs, and they will never be loyal to their masters.

Once they have a chance to break through the shackles, they would transform from a servant to a terrifying avenger. In order to eliminate their resentment of being refined and enslaved, they were bound to attack their former master first.

Sure enough, as Bei Quan had predicted, the freed servants had promptly pounced on Akihiko Yamamoto.

Unfortunately, although Akihiko Yamamoto had tried his best, when life and death was at stake, there was no fourth substitute scarecrow to substitute him and take on the revenge of his servitudes.

Of course, Bei Quan was not very satisfied with the result.

Although he found a way to kill Akihiko Yamamoto, now he truly did not have the strength to subdue those servants.

As a result, Bei Quan could only allow more than ten evil spirits, who had not yet dispelled their grievances to escape. He could only wait until later to call the local spell organization in the United States through other channels and ask them to assist with clean up.

Bei Quan’s hand seemed to press on his chest unintentionally, forcing down the blood in his throat.

“But those things ran away ……”

Wei Fuyuan pointed in the direction of the door, “Is it really okay?”

“Mm.”

Bei Quan’s chest felt suffocated, afraid that he would not be able to hold back if he spoke one more word, he only nodded and responded in a low voice.

Unfortunately, although he thought his acting was good, his abnormalities were still noticed by Wei Fuyuan.

“Bei Quan?”

Wei Fuyuan frowned and reached out to grab his arm and felt the obvious coldness in his hand, “Are you not feeling well?”

Almost at the same time, Wei Fuyuan touched him, Bei Quan’s endurance reached its limit.

He subconsciously covered his mouth with his hand, but his eyes went black, his knees went weak, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, dripping down his fingers.

“Bei Quan!!!”

Wei Fuyuan’s heart immediately stopped beating for a moment.

He reached out to hold the faltering Bei Quan and asked anxiously.

“What’s wrong with you! What happened!?”

Although Bei Quan did not faint, his face was as pale as paper, he broke out into cold sweat, the whole person was like being? fished out of the ice water, at least two-thirds of his vision was black, and he could only hear the noise of blood rumbling against his eardrums.

He leaned against Wei Fuyuan’s arms and tried to move his lips, but he couldn’t even make a sound.

Wei Fuyuan was so anxious that he didn’t know what to do.

He simply turned his mind to the side, picked him up, strode to the corner of the room, and put the person on the bed.

“Bei Quan…”

He leaned down and wiped the blood off Bei Quan’s lips with his hand. His fingertips trembled badly, and his voice trembled slightly, “What’s the matter with you?”

After spitting out the blood stasis he had endured for a long time, Bei Quan felt that the pressure in his chest was slightly relieved. He raised his hand and grabbed Wei Fuyuan’s trembling fingers.

“No, cough… Nothing…”

Bei Quan coughed twice, “Let me slowly…”

Wei Fuyuan pulled the thin blanket at the foot of the bed, patted off the bits and pieces that had fallen on it, and carefully covered Bei Quan’s cold body.

“Then, do you want to drink water?”

Wei Fuyuan, whose brain circuit was extremely straight, could only think of this way to help, “Shall I pour you a cup of hot water?”

Bei Quan shook his head, grabbed his assistant’s hand and wouldn’t let him leave.

So Wei Fuyuan had to stand by the bed at a loss and hold Bei Quan’s hand tightly.

He waited for ten minutes.

“OK…”

When he felt he was about to get his breath back, Bei Quan sat up from the bed, “I’m …… much better now.”

Looking at Bei Quan’s pale bloodless lips, and the collar and front lapel stained with spots of blood, Wei Fuyuan was tempted to press the person back to bed again.

“Are you sure you don’t want to lie down for a while longer?”

Bei Quan shook his head, borrowing Wei Fuyuan’s support to slowly get out of bed.

“Things aren’t over yet.”

As he spoke, he reached for the inside pocket of his jacket, which contained the wound medicine Tian Jia Xin had given him.

“‘Prisoner God’, and the most important Hui Gui, we haven’t even dealt with yet ……”

As he spoke, Bei Quan’s fingers shook, and the tiny white jade porcelain bottle fell to the ground and rolled away.

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The Editor has something to say: *crying intensifies*

Ghostie: pats the poor editor.

Where in the 18 layers of hell is the blood bag I’ve been shouting for!!!? ψ(._. )>