Thriller Night Talk

Translator-Rhapsodite

Editor-Koneko, Proofreader- Spring Flower

November 10th, Wednesday, 12:15 AM.

Bei Quan told Wei Fuyuan to sleep peacefully and not to worry about anything, so little Wei relaxed and lay down on the bed.

He didn't know if Bei Quan used skind of trick, but as soon as Wei Fuyuan closed his eyes, he fell into a deep slumber.

In his hazy state, Wei Fuyuan suddenly heard someone whispering in his ear.

"...Honey.. darling, wake up quickly!"

This voice was extremely familiar to Wei Fuyuan, and it was indeed the voice of his beloved Bei Quan.

However, compared to their usual conversations, the voice that lingered in his ear was even lower and more magnetic, almost like a whispered temptation when indulging in desire.

At first, Wei Fuyuan thought he was dreaming, so he just furrowed his brows, turned over, and intended to go back to sleep.

However, Bei Quan's voice didn't stop there.

"Wake up, dear, wake up..."

The voice got even closer, almost right next to his ear.

Wei Fuyuan groggily opened his eyes.

In the next second, he jolted up from the bed.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Because Bei Quan was leaning on the narrow military bed where Wei Fuyuan was sleeping. His shirt had somehow been unbuttoned to the second-to-last button, revealing a patch of snow-white skin. In the dim light of the night lamp, it reflected a radiant pearl-like luster.

"You're awake."

Bei Quan smiled, his eyes forming crescents.

"Come-"

He reached out his hand towards Wei Fuyuan and said in that low, husky, and gentle voice:

"Cwith me~"

This tempting allure from his lover was simply too much to resist for young Master Wei.

As if acting on instinct, he reached out his hand without hesitation and gently placed it in Bei Quan's palm.

Then, he felt a soft and warm touch, a truly boneless and delicate sensation.

"Come, ccloser."

Bei Quan lightly held Wei Fuyuan's hand, intertwining their fingers.

Then, after gently sliding off the bed, still holding Wei Fuyuan's hand, Bei Quan took a step forward, saying, "Cover here~"

Bei Quan's voice was soft, his lips curved into a smile, and his eyes were filled with a hint of spring.

Wei Fuyuan's eyes seemed to be fixated on Bei Quan's face, unable to move an inch.

The shabby wooden house, greasy floor, and dusty military bed all disappeared from his sight.

Wei Fuyuan's feet seemed to have a mind of their own as they followed Bei Quan's lead, step by step, slowly moving forward.

"We're almost there-"

Bei Quan's hand tightened slightly, firmly holding onto Wei Fuyuan's fingers. At the stime, he extended a moist tongue and teasingly licked his rosy lips.

"When we get there... I'll let you have your way with me, okay?"

Wei Fuyuan's eyes went blank, his expression stunned. His lips moved, and he softly replied, "...Okay..."

Bei Quan's face immediately lit up with a joyful smile, his handsfeatures blossoming like a flower, being captivatingly beautiful.

Wei Fuyuan felt like a puppet with his limbs tied, allowing Bei Quan to pull him forward.

Soon, the two of them arrived in front of the window of the wooden house.

This so-called 'window was a rectangular hole measuring one meter two by one meter five, carved out of the wooden boards. Protective rubber strips were installed around the edges to prevent scratches, and a frosted glass panel was added as the window cover. And that

was it!

Before going to sleep earlier, Bei Quan had left the window open because the room was filled with too much dust, which was quite suffocating.

At that moment, the open window conveniently allowed Bei Quan to go outside. With one hand supporting himself on the window sill, he effortlessly leaped out of the window.

"Con, follow me~"

Bei Quan stood outside the window, grabbing Wei Fuyuan's hand, giving a gentle smile. At the stime, with his free hand, he pulled down his slipping collar a bit more.

"Let's go out and find a nice place..."

His voice trailed off, the hidden second half of the sentence like a hook, teasing the listener's heart.

Wei Fuyuan stared blankly at Bei Quan's face, like an infatuated and eager young boy, his expression frozen, only nodding continuously.

Then, Wei Fuyuan allowed one of his hands to be held by Bei Quan, while the other hand rested on the window sill as if preparing to climb out of the window...

In the next second, a sudden change occurred.

Wei Fuyuan exerted a sudden force, using the hand that was holding hands with Bei Quan to forcefully pull him back.

The hand that was resting on the window sill clamped down, gripping Bei Quan's neck, executing a standard V-shaped chokehold, dragging his upper body back into the wooden house.

"Hmm? Ugh!"

Bei Quan wanted to speak, but his neck was tightly gripped, making it impossible for him to even breathe.

In the next second, Wei Fuyuan's arm suddenly went empty.

The 'Bei Quan' he had just held tightly disappeared without a trace, and at the stime, a dark yellow shadow suddenly popped up as if leaping out of the window.

Wei Fuyuan instinctively reached out his hand and grabbed hold of the yellow shadow by the window.

He felt like he had grabbed something furry and warm.

At the stime, tiny specks of golden light flowed out from his palm, forming an invisible cage that tightly enveloped the furry ball, rendering it completely unable to escape.

"I've got it!!"

Without hesitation, Wei Fuyuan swiftly flung and pressed down on the object in his hand, directly pinning it to the dirty floor of the wooden house.

"You did a great job."

Bei Quan finally got up from his own military bed and confidently walked over to Wei Fuyuan.

"You've worked hard."

As he spoke, Bei Quan lowered his head and looked at the object that Wei Fuyuan had caught.

It was a Siberian weasel.

It was unclear how long the weasel had been alive, but its fur had already taken on a yellowish-gray color. Its size was also more than 30% larger than an ordinary weasel, and its tail was fluffy and robust. However, now all of its fur was standing on end, making it look like an old, worn-out test tube brush.

"I knew it, either a fox spirit or Siberian weasel spirit."

Bei Quan chuckled and then turned his head to look out of the window, revealing a slightly mocking smile. "After all, the Hu family and the Huang family are the best at illusion arts."

The Siberian weasel was pinned to the ground by Wei Fuyuan, its limbs spread out, belly exposed to the sky. It struggled desperately, trying to break free, but it couldn't overcthe oppressive force of Wei Fuyuan's power. Apart from its sharp claws, which could still thrash around a little, it couldn't even lift its head.

"No matter what kind of grudge you have against the Liu family, as a beast practicing cultivation, using illusion arts to harm four people is a grave mistake..."

With a cold smile, Bei Quan turned his head to look at the open window. "You're considering killing now? Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Fuyuan followed Bei Quan's gaze and turned his head to take a look.

Suddenly, Wei Fuyuan trembled all over."!!"

Just a moment ago, when he walked to the window, he saw only a dazzling starry sky outside. But now, when he looked again, there was a glaring noose hanging from a rope outside the window!

If he had succumbed to the weasel's temptation and stuck his head out of the window, his head would have gone straight through the noose - what would happen next was self-evident!

"Holy shit!"

Wei Fuyuan's face turned pale.

If it weren't for Bei Quan's foresight, who had hidden a talisman on him to clear his mind and calm his spirit, and if he didn't have the power of merit to protect him from being disturbed by illusions, he might have already beca mysterious and inexplicable hanging ghost! "You yellow-haired beast!"

The more Wei Fuyuan thought about it, the angrier he became, and he unintentionally increased the strength in his hand holding the yellow weasel.

"We had no grudges in the past and no conflicts recently, so there's no need to resort to such vicious methods, right!?"

The Siberian weasel was already immobilized, and now the pressure on its chest and abdomen increased by thirty percent. It felt like his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs were about to be squeezed out of his throat. With a desperate will to survive, it used all its strength to struggle and kicked its paws, making a loud clapping sound as it wagged its big tail.

"Relax a little, don't squeeze it to death."

Bei Quan smiled and patted Wei Fuyuan's shoulder.

"After all, it hasn't confessed yet."

So, Wei Fuyuan loosened his grip slightly.

The Siberian weasel finally managed to catch its breath and quickly stretched its neck, opening its mouth wide to breathe heavily.

"Please spare my life!!"

Then, it screamed in a hoarse voice:

"Respected masters, spare my life! Spare my life!!"

"According to the rules of animal cultivation, if you dare to harm others with your techniques, it wouldn't be unfair to just kill you directly."

Although there was a smile on Bei Quan's lips, his tone was as cold as ice as he spoke:

"Do you want to confess now? Or should I skin you alive and cup with a story to settle things for the Liu family?"