Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 142: Bei Quan, do you have other arrangements?

Chapter 142: Bei Quan, do you have other arrangements?

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Editor- Koneko, Proofreader-Woojoo

“Hello?”

Zhang Yiping picked up the phone and it was indeed Su Lan.

“Hey, Pingping- ah!”

Wei Fuyuan heard Su Lan’s voice through the use of Zhang Yi Ping’s ears.

The girl’s tone was cheerful, with her voice clear. She was full of enthusiasm and energy, a far cry from the restless, frightened Su Lan they had encountered prior.

“Yes.”

Zhang Yiping answered in a low voice with a muffled nasal heaviness, from crying a lot after receiving the test results, still not being fully recovered from the outcome.

Su Lan noticed that her best friend was not like her usual self, “What’s wrong with you? Your voice sounds a little muffled?”

Out of some complicated emotions that Wei Fuyuan couldn’t grasp the concept of, Zhang Yiping didn’t tell Su Lan about her illness.

“I seem to have a cold, maybe from being under the air conditioner for too long.”

She naturally changed the subject.

“Xiao Lan, are you calling me for something specific?”

Su Lan, being immersed in her own happiness from her upcoming wedding, was easily fooled by Zhang Yiping’s rhetoric that she became unwell from the air conditioning unit.

“That’s right. Pingping, you know that I want to have an English wedding, right?”

She continued,

“Something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue… Now, I already have my old, new, and blue ones on hand…”

Su Lan paused, and tentatively asked in a begging tone, “Can I ask a favor of you? Can I borrow an accessory?”

“……”

Zhang Yiping immediately paused, becoming silent.

Wei Fuyuan could feel the woman’s emotions change intensely in an instant.

At the same time, he heard a voice. It was not something that he heard with his ears, but was as if someone was speaking directly inside his mind.

It was not Zhang Yiping’s voice, but instead belonged to a strange man.

The voice was low and hoarse, as if coming from an old man.

[As long as she dies, you can survive.]

Under normal circumstances, if a stranger were to speak in your head, the immediate reaction would be to feel very frightened.

But, Zhang Yiping wasn’t scared.

Wei Fuyuan did not catch any emotion closely related to “fear” from her.

Her mind seemed to be completely attracted by the voice.

—As long as she dies, you can live.

“…… Pingping?”

Seemingly because Zhang Yiping was silent for a long period of time, Su Lan spoke out on the phone.

“I don’t need any expensive accessories! You have a few pairs of earrings, don’t you? Can you just lend me a pair of those?”

Zhang Yiping silently inhaled a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound as normal as possible.

“…… you mean, you’re asking me to borrow some jewelry …… to wear at the wedding?”

Su Lan didn’t hear the flaw at all. She smiled and complained.

“You didn’t listen to me seriously! That’s right, I want to borrow a single piece of jewelry from you, to make up for the ‘borrow’ segment of the tradition- ah!”

“…… Okay.”

If it weren’t for Wei Fuyuan empathizing with her, it would be difficult to discern her inner thoughts, which were slowly becoming a frightening surge of agitation from her actual feelings.

“Then, I’ll come to you tomorrow with something.”

“Huh?”

Su Lan was shocked, “Will this be too much trouble for you? Or should I come and look for you?”

Zhang Yiping raised her lips and smiled, “No trouble, I will visit on my way home from work.”

Wei Fuyuan, through her eyes, saw the woman’s reflection in the mirror which revealed an icy smile.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yiping acted unusually calm.

She first took out the jewelry box from the drawer, then unfolded the letter, carefully reading the content three times.

Zhang Yiping then sent a message in the company’s WeChat group, saying that she was going to resign and would not show up to work the following day.

She no longer cared about how the manager scolded her and directly withdrew from the group chat, dragging all of her colleagues into the blacklist.

After doing all of this, she opened the jewelry box. She carefully took out the gold silk auspicious clouds pattern East Pearl bracelet, took out some nail clippers, and proceeded to cut the skin of her left index finger, smearing the blood onto the pearl

As soon as the bright red blood bead touched the pearl, it suddenly disappeared.

It was as if the blood droplet was sucked in by the glossy and glittering East Pearl.

Zhang Yiping looked at this perverse phenomenon, and instead of feeling afraid she once again laughed.

“Haha …… hahaha ……”

She laughed aloud as she slipped the bracelet onto her left wrist.

“As long as she is dead …… As long as she is dead ……”

Zhang Yiping muttered and repeated the words.

“As long as she’s dead ……”

[That’s right.]

The low male voice spoke again.

[As long as she dies, you can live ……]

…… ……

……

Wei Fuyuan suddenly opened his eyes and met Bei Quan’s smiling gaze.

“Bei Quan!”

He rolled over and sat up with a bolt, “I know where the Hui Gui is!”

Wei Fuyuan turned his head and looked at Zhang Yiping who was lying unconscious on the bed, and pointed his finger toward her, “The Hui Gui is on her!”

With his heavenly eyes, Bei Quan also stood up and smiled at Wei Fuyuan, “You’re right.”

Zhang Yiping was seriously ill and her Yang energy was far weaker than that of a healthy person. Therefore, from Bei Quan’s perception, her “Qi” was a dull yellowish color, with the center of her brows still being vaguely covered with a layer of blue gray that was unique to people who were in the process of dying.

Behind the girl, there was another cloud of black energy, which was the evil ghost they had been unable to find up until now.

Bei Quan turned his wrist and summoned the Qingguang Vientiane Brush.

“Well, let’s seal it first, we’ll talk about the rest later.”

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About ten minutes later, Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan came out of Zhang Yiping’s room.

The corridor was empty, and no one was around to care that they had been in and out of Zhang Yiping’s room.

The Hui Gui attached to Zhang Yiping’s body was put into the Lost God Banner, and then the gold bracelet was returned to her.

Wei Fuyuan turned back and glanced toward the low-cost room behind him.

“Is this all right? Leaving her alone?”

“Do you think you are Judge Bao, who judges Yang every day and Yin at night?”

Bei Quan smiled and glanced at Wei Fuyuan.

“Our job is just to find and seal the Hui Gui, as for the grudge between the living, let them solve it themselves.”

Wei Fuyuan nodded sullenly.

Just releasing the perpetrator made him feel hesitant. But, as Bei Quan had pointed out, they were not law enforcement officers, and they couldn’t go above and beyond the law to take care of the other party, even if their end goal was to intentionally injure or even murder.

What’s more, there is no law that can oversee Zhang Yiping’s “exchanging lives” with Su Lan with the gold bracelet. This kind of weird and strange transaction cannot be undone, even with social conscience or public opinion implemented.

Wei Fuyuan was at the age of hot blood and youth. He wanted to be like the messengers of justice in superhero movies, to give some punishment to the guys who use evil magic to harm others. However, he knew Bei Quan’s character, and did not even dare to mention it to his partner.

He had a thought for a brief moment and instantly felt relieved.

Zhang Yiping’s “life exchange” did not succeed, and the gold bracelet failed. She was still a poor person with a terminal illness, someone who would not live for much longer.

Pitiful people must have something to hate, and this was her retribution.

It was at this time that Wei Fuyuan’s mobile phone rang. It was Jiang Nan’an.

Wei Fuyuan handed his mobile phone to Bei Quan.

On the phone, Jiang Nan’an began to report the situation from his side.

He told Bei Quan that Su Lan’s hand had been taken care of, and her husband Cai Mingjian’s injury was now also very stable. If no more complications were to follow, he will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow.

The Su family also donated a full 300,000 yuan of incense money to the Lady Yue-gu on the Yue Ling Mountain, to repair the partial temple in the backyard and to remake the golden bodies for the pair of statues of the boy and girl.

“Very well.”

Bei Quan smiled and replied.

“Since the matter has been taken care of, you should return to Fèng X?ngchéng City as soon as possible.”

“As soon as possible? This is only Sunday. Isn’t it still early for Thursday night?”

Jiang Nan’an on the other end of the phone decisively caught the key words in Bei Quan’s words.

“Bei Quan, do you have other arrangements?”

“Yes, because I want you to come back and take care of S?ntúchu?n.”

Bei Quan turned to look at Wei Fuyuan and smiled at him.

“Xiao Wei and I have to be elsewhere…”