Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 107: This is such a mess!

Chapter 107: This is such a mess!

Translator-Rhapsodite

Editor- Koneko, Proofreader-Ghostie

Originally, the rooftop of the apartment hotel was locked, and it was impossible for any residents to have access.

But today, he didn’t know whether it was a coincidence or not, but the door lock was actually open.

Wei Fuyuan now stood on the edge of the rooftop, with only a waist-high railing in front of him. As soon as he climbed over the guardrail, there would be no protection for him. From the height of the thirty-second floor, if he jumped and fell, he would surely die.

Wei Fuyuan tripped heavily just now. His chin was bruised, his hands, feet, and knees were scraped, and his whole body was hurting everywhere.

Under the stimulation of pain, he felt that his soul regained some control over his body. Wei Fuyuan struggled and moved his fingers with all of his strength.

The ten fingers bent with difficulty under his will, but at the same time, the consciousness that did not belong to him manipulated his legs, and was trying its hardest to cross the railing. This was all so that the owner of the body, just as it was envisioned in the dream, would fall to instant death.

Wei Fuyuan gritted his teeth and stretched out his arms desperately, as his fingertips finally reached the guardrail.

——I don’t want to die!

Wei Fuyuan gritted his teeth even tighter, harshly biting his own lips.

——I can’t fall.

——I absolutely cannot die here!

The two souls fought fiercely for control over the body.

The rusty smell of blood filled his mouth. Wei Fuyuan grabbed the guardrail with his hand and propped the upper half of his body against it.

One of his feet had managed to step over the railing, and was hanging in the air at an altitude of more than 100 metres.

Wei Fuyuan didn’t want to give up, he didn’t want to die in such a shameful way.

His will was firm, but “Xu Lei’s” soul must make him jump from the tall building to fulfil her “prophecy”.

In the same body, two completely different souls were stiff, and no one could do anything for a short time.

However, at that moment, a “hand” suddenly rested on Wei Fuyuan’s hand that was clutching the railing.

It was more of a black hand-like shadow than a human hand.

At the same time, an icy cold feeling pierced through Wei Fuyuan’s body— like a steel needle drilling into the bone, into the back of the hand touched by the shadow.

Wei Fuyuan could not turn his head, but this familiar feeling made him realise immediately that the one who grabbed his hand was the Hui Gui!

The Hui Gui, who was forced back by Wei Fuyuan, had been hiding nearby, waiting for the critical moment to give him a knife.

Wei Fuyuan’s teeth clacked.

He felt as if he were in the midst of an ice and snow world that didn’t have any warmth and the Yin Qi was constantly penetrating into his body.

Wei Fuyuan’s whole body trembled, and the hand holding the railing involuntarily loosened.

——”Creak”

He heard an ominous trembling sound from the guardrail underneath him.

For a split second, Wei Fuyuan felt that his life was about to end for real this time.

In a hurry, he tried his best to move his stiff fingers desperately.

He didn’t know if it was because he was in such a critical moment or that he had finally mastered the skill of manipulating the power of merit and virtue, but a golden light spilled out from his trembling fingertips, like a bright light in the dark night, which forced back the Hui Gui that wanted to attack him again.

The light flowed freely. Wei Fuyuan could finally feel the Yin Qi that was invading his body disperse by the power of merit and virtue— not only was the coldness of his bones relieved, even his mind became clearer.

——I don’t want to die!

Wei Fuyuan clenched his teeth even harder, biting his lips until they were dripping with blood.

-——Get out of my body!

——Get out!

The tug-of-war between the two spirits finally reached a climatic pitch.

Wei Fuyuan felt as if he had fallen into a washing machine drum. What he saw, knew, and felt were all distorted, rotated, and deformed in his consciousness, making him unable to distinguish where he was and what he was doing.

He couldn’t even figure out who he was.

[Promise me, Lei Lei, no matter what you dream about, don’t say anything, okay?]

[Why?]

[Don’t ask, never say anything anyway, okay?]

In this disorderly consciousness, Wei Fuyuan suddenly saw another young girl, who looked exactly the same as Xu Lei. She was several years younger than the university girl he knew, and looked like a junior high school student.

The girl stood in front of “himself”, holding “his” hand, repeatedly admonishing “him” absolutely not to tell what “he” saw in the dream.

And “he” persistently asked the other, why “he” could not say or tell anyone?? If “he” didn’t say it out loud, “he” would feel too uncomfortable to hold it within “his” heart.

The girl had no choice but to shake her head and answer.

[Some words are not very good to say or share.]

Wei Fuyuan already vaguely understood that, after all, the two were sharing the same body now, and he probably had empathised with Xu Lei by accident. What he saw should be Xu Lei’s memory.

[No! It’s not my fault!]

Amidst the confusion, the image in front of Wei Fuyuan’s eyes changed again.

He saw his own “self” sitting alone in a strange room, breaking down and crying.

Wei Fuyuan knew that it was actually Xu Lei who was crying.

Xu Lei’s sister died, and the traffic police investigation said, Xu Bei should be the main responsibility for the accident because the surveillance records clearly showed that the girl jumped off the road by herself and ran into someone else’s car.

The police said that it should be suicide.

[It’s not my fault, it’s not my fault!]

Xu Lei buried her head in the pillow and cried so much that she was out of breath.

She clearly remembered that after listening to her dream, her sister sighed and didn’t blame her, but just said that since she said it, she probably wouldn’t be able to survive.

But Xu Lei insisted that her sister’s death was predetermined and that she had only foreseen it in advance, not that it was her responsibility…

…..

In the synaesthesia, the rapid scene switching and perspective reversal made Wei Fuyuan feel inevitably dizzy.

For a brief moment, he even forgot the situation he was in. It was not until his hands were suddenly empty and his body suddenly fell down that he suddenly woke up.

——Fuck!!

Wei Fuyuan suddenly found that at some point, he had already tumbled out of the railing, most of his body was hanging outside of the building wall. He barely grabbed the railing with one hand so as not to fall directly and become a puddle of flesh.

For a man who is 187 cm and the type keen to exercise and gain strong muscles— this situation would be deadly, as the weight supported by one arm alone would be absolutely fatal.

What’s more, his only arm that can be used as a fulcrum was too weak!

Wei Fuyuan was so worried that he broke out a cold sweat on his forehead.

While using the power of merit and virtue to desperately suppress the other living soul in his body, he tried with difficulty to move his other arm, trying to pull himself back to a safer position.

However, the Hui Gui would not let him have his wish.

When Wei Fuyuan saw the black humanoid shadow fluttering above the guardrail, as the long tentacles formed from Yin Qi were about to wrap around his only arm still grabbing onto the railing, his heart sank.

——This time, it’s really over…

——————–

When Bei Quan rushed to the rooftop, what he saw was such a shocking scene.

His previous assistant, Wei Fuyuan’s whole person was hanging on the outside of the railing. His feet a hundred metres in the air and purely relying only on a hand clutching the guardrail. The Hui Gui was hovering above his head with the Yin Qi lingering, he would surely be thrown off in any second.

Without even thinking, he summoned the Qingguang Vientiane Brush and scratched his wrist, dipping the Brush into his blood, and wrote a talisman in three strokes.

“Go!”

Bei Quan raised one hand and slapped the rune towards the Hui Gui.

The Hui Gui pulled back the “tentacle” and quickly turned around to avoid Bei Quan’s hasty blow.

“Save him!”

Bei Quan shouted at his partner.

Jiang Nan’an was quite clever, and without even being reminded, he had already rushed over and grabbed Wei Fuyuan’s shaky arm.

Fortunately, Jiang Nan’an practised external kung fu— although he had almost no knowledge of incantation and magic, he was unambiguous with his fists and feet, and was very strong.

With a loud shout, he squatted with his feet apart and lunged, leaning back with his arm muscles bulging and pulled with force. He actually lifted a large man like Wei Fuyuan, who weighed more than 70 kilograms upwards so effortlessly, like he was lifting a bag of feathers.

“Dang!”

The two suddenly became entangled and from one moment being like a human pyramid, became twisted up, before sprawling out on their backs, falling to the ground.

But, it was obvious that Wei Fuyuan was still far from being out of danger.

His body began to twitch violently, and under the control of “Xu Lei’s” living soul, Wei Fuyuan suddenly leaped up and formed his ten fingers into a claw, and tried to grab Jiang Nan’an’s throat.

Jiang Nan’an was not prepared at first, and was pushed downwards. When Wei Fuyuan reached out, he immediately sensed the other party’s intention to attack, and hurriedly raised his arm to block.

The two then twisted and fought together.

It was a mess!

Wei Fuyuan’s strength was so great that even Jiang Nan’an felt that he couldn’t withstand it.

“Xu Lei’s” goal was not even Jiang Nan’an, but to make Wei Fuyuan fall to his death like she had “foreseen”.

So Wei Fuyuan suddenly swung a punch, hitting Jiang Nan’an’s shoulder, which forced the man to take a few steps backwards. He then turned around and darted towards the low guardrail.

“Crap!!!”

Jiang Nan’an was so frightened that his face became pale. He quickly rushed before pushing Wei Fuyuan to the ground from behind with a standard rescue action to prevent him from falling, and at the same time shouted to Bei Quan,

“Bei Quan you quickly think of a way, ah!!!”

When Jiang Nan’an shouted, Bei Quan had already rushed over, and without saying a word, turned over the face of Wei Fuyuan, who was thrown to the ground, and pressed his bloody finger on his forehead.

“You go and stall the Hui Gui!”

Bei Quan ordered Jiang Nan’an.

“I’ll take care of the living soul that’s inside Xiao Wei!”

These words hit Jiang Nan’an’s heart.

He handed over Wei Fuyuan, who was indeed a ghost in a certain sense to Bei Quan. He smoothed down his waist and took out a stick before shaking it in the air. The stick was divided into two sections connected by chains— surprisingly, this stick was nunchucks.

“Come on!”

Jiang Nan’an shook the stick, imitating Li Zilong’s classic movements. He wiped his nose, and started swinging it again at the black shadow that was several metres away.

“Bring it on!”

At the same time, Bei Quan was half sitting and half lying on top of Wei Fuyuan’s body— relying on his weight to suppress the other party. He quickly drew a spell with the Qingguang Vientiane Brush.

Wei Fuyuan was like a fish dying of thirst, fluttering his hands and knees.

His own consciousness clearly recognized Bei Quan. He was both surprised and delighted, just wanting to call out his beloved’s name, but did not even have the freedom to control his own vocal cords.

The living soul belonging to another person was still struggling.

As a “spirit of words”, she couldn’t think, had no feelings, and acted logically with the only point of “making the dreams come true”.

“Tsk!”

Bei Quan was so disturbed by Wei Fuyuan’s struggle that he couldn’t draw the talisman at all.

He was so annoyed that he simply bit the tip of his tongue, and with one hand, held Wei Fuyuan’s chin. Without any time to waste, he lowered his head, pressed the other party’s mouth with his, and sent a mouthful of fresh blood through.