Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 110: Resurrection

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Tuesday, August 3, 4:10 am.

In Bei Quan’s room, a window was open. The street light poured through the window into the room. Even with the lights turned on, the layout of the room was scarcely visible.

It was late at night and everything was quiet except for the night breeze, no other sound could be heard in the room.

Through the hazy light, Wei Fuyuan twisted his head to look at Bei Quan beside him, and nervously swallowed his saliva.

Somehow, he felt that it was too quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.

“Bei Quan ……”

Wei Fuyuan called out in a hoarse voice.

But Bei Quan didn’t speak, he only dragged Wei Fuyuan to the bedside, grabbed his shoulder, and shoved him down hard.

Initially, he simply wanted the other party to sit on the edge of the bed. Unexpectedly, husky Wei was too cooperative. He was pushed by his sweetheart and immediately fell down on his back with a “plop” on the soft bed.

Bei Quan: “……”

Wei Fuyuan’s hair was scattered on the quilt, his hands rested on the side of the cheeks, face flushed and eyes hazed with a layer of mist— a handsome young man of 187 cm put on this look of weakness, from the expression to action as if to provoke a “do not pity me because I am a delicate flower act.

“Hey ……”

Bei Quan was a little speechless.

He braced his hand against the headboard for support but only barely managed to prop up his upper body from Wei Fuyuan’s hug or more accurately, restraining hold, and said, “Listen to me”.

There were no lights in the room, and Bei Quan was backlit. Because of this, although the two were extremely close, Wei Fuyuan couldn’t see Bei Quan’s expression.

But he was able to recognize Bei Quan’s tone of voice and swiftly deduced that this was his “we have serious matters to attend to” tone.

Wei Fuyuan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fire in his heart and the inevitable stirring of somewhere in his body.

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“Hmm.”

He tried to make his voice sound calm.

“You speak, I’m listening.”

Bei Quan patted Wei Fuyuan’s arm, signalling him to let go of himself.

Wei Fuyuan reluctantly did as the latter wished.

The two of them then sat on the edge of the bed and finally returned to the correct posture to “talk properly”.

“You actually should have noticed it.”

Bei Quan brushed away a strand of hair on his cheek and said softly.

“I’m not a ‘normal person’.”

Wei Fuyuan: “……”

He reached out and gently patted Wei Fuyuan’s cheek, ” I need to talk to you.”

Wei Fuyuan’s heart was beating fast, his blood was rhythmically? pulsing in his eardrums.

He knew he was nervous, very nervous.

But at the same time, Wei Fuyuan knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Whether he could make a breakthrough in Bei Quan’s heart or not depended on whatever happened next.

So taking advantage of the opportunity, Wei Fuyuan wisely and decisively reached out and grabbed Bei Quan’s shoulders, pulled and tugged at him.

Bei Quan was caught off guard and fell forward. His entire body was pressed onto Wei Fuyuan, and then was firmly locked in place by Wei Fuyuan’s arms.

“Bei Quan ……”

Wei Fuyuan’s lips lightly brushed against Bei Quan’s ear, mouthing along his jawline, leaving a light trail of kisses. He slowly exhaled a breath of damp hotness– bringing out a tremor due to emotional excitement, he murmured, “Bei Quan…… Bei Quan……”

He didn’t know what he should say, but the man he longed for was so close. Wei Fuyuan only wished he could crush the man into himself and never separate from him again.

“Xiao Wei!”

The dampness and warmth of Wei Fuyuan’s breath lingered on his skin. Bei Quan felt as if he had been rubbed and licked by a big dog. To him, it felt ridiculous but he also felt a little helpless at the same time, and even some heartache. But amidst it all, he also felt, to some degree, a hidden sweetness to it.

He felt that Wei Fuyuan was like a big dog who gave up his heart. It had obviously been thrown away by his master, but he was foolish enough to get it back on his own and choose to present it to his master again and again without any regard for himself.

——It was both adorable and pitiful at the same time.

So adorable that Bei Quan wanted to ignore everything and just listen to his own heart and respond to Wei Fuyuan’s advances.

But Bei Quan knew that he couldn’t do that.

At this point, he could no longer hide it from Wei Fuyuan.

He should give the other party a choice.

“Xiao Wei…”

They’ve known each other for about four months, and as Bei Quan mentioned, Wei Fuyuan indeed had observed something distinctive in the other person. For example, his demeanour was not that of a young man in his twenties, and he would occasionally make remarks that sounded far too mature for his age and so on.

In addition, Bei Quan’s ability to draw talismans with blood, as well as all kinds of strange techniques and props, and even his capability when it came to handling situations. No matter what happened he was as cool as a cucumber. It can even be said that he was an “extraterrestrial” in a sense.

It’s difficult to say that some things are abnormal, since Bei Quan’s profession couldn’t be described by the word “ordinary” at all, moreover he could use the power of merit to fight with the ghosts. With all this in mind, even if Bei Quan is a little more “abnormal” than most, what does it matter?

Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan decided to choose a more cautious answer, “Well …… what do you mean?”

Bei Quan seemed to see Wei Fuyuan’s indifference and sighed gently.

He decided to get straight to the point.

“I’m actually a dead man.”

Bei Quan paused and came to the point.

“And, have been dead for six hundred and fifty years.”

Wei Fuyuan: “!!!”

He stared back in shock, unable to speak, and then his first reaction was to reach out his hand and press it directly on Bei Quan’s chest.

——Ba-dump–Ba-dump–Ba-dump–Ba-dump.

Wei Fuyuan felt a regular and steady heartbeat.

He let out a long sigh of relief and muttered to himself.

“That’s right… I made sure when I had to do CPR before… You will gasp and have a heartbeat…”

After that, Wei Fuyuan looked at Bei Quan repeatedly with confused and hesitant eyes,

“This… Are you kidding? How can a dead person have a heartbeat and breathe?”

Bei Quan picked up Wei Fuyuan’s hand that was still resting on his left chest and asked in a bland tone.

“Have you ever heard of ‘reincarnating’ in somebody else’s body?”

Wei Fuyuan: “……”

He vaguely remembered that in his middle school days, he once heard a late-night Bizzare talk show on the radio, about a “Zhu Xiuhua\'s reincarnation“.

Because the time interval was a little too long, he couldn’t remember the specific details very clearly, and only vaguely had a general impression.

More than 60 years ago, the wife of a rich businessman surnamed Wu in Yunlin County, Taiwan, died of an unknown illness, but she suddenly woke up on the day of her funeral. The family thought it was a fake corpse. But the woman who woke up was sober, and logical and fluent in her answers, however, she told everyone that she was not the wife of a rich merchant, but a young girl named “Zhu Xiuhua” from Kinmen County, who was drowned by bad guys. This time, she reincarnated in the wife’s body— using this flesh to return to the world of the living.

Later, how the rich merchant surnamed Wu proved Zhu Xiuhua’s identity, Wei Fuyuan had forgotten about it. However, the storyteller at that time had a nose and an eye, and finally came to a conclusion: “Zhu Xihua” was indeed a real person, and probably really borrowed the body. Exactly three years later, she was resurrected in the body of a stranger who had nothing to do with her and was a hundred miles away.

“This ……”

Wei Fuyuan opened his mouth.

He wanted to say “how is this possible,” but after saying only one word, the words got stuck in his throat.

Because Wei Fuyuan suddenly thought that he not only had seen all the living spirits and dead spirits but also that he had empathized with others when his soul had left his body many times and had been possessed by Bei Quan and Xu Lei successively.

After all, he even had experienced sharing a body with others, so how could he say the phrase “resurrected in a dead body is not scientific at all?”

“Then, can I ask?”

Wei Fuyuan swallowed hard.

“You …… your original owner of this body, what happened to him?”

After all, this resurrection also depended on the situation.

Wei Fuyuan felt that he needed to figure this out.

And Bei Quan did not intend to hide it from him.

“In that case ……”

Bei Quan pursed up his lips and revealed his first smile since entering the room.

“Why don’t I just let you see for yourself.”

Wei Fuyuan blinked, “What do you mean?”

Bei Quan did not answer.

He struck out like lightning and without warning, slapped Wei Fuyuan on the back of the head.

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Although Wei Fuyuan has had many experiences of empathy with other’s souls, there has never been a time when he felt so strange and mysterious as now.

He felt like a ghost, floating leisurely in the air, and everything he could see was blurred and flickering as if his eyes were covered with a layer of gauze.

Wei Fuyuan could not even feel his own hands and feet.

He felt like a sunny doll hanging on the roof beam, neither able to move freely, nor do anything, but silently look down on everything that was happening below.

Wei Fuyuan saw an oddly arranged room.

This seemed to be an old house, with an old style mortise with tenon beams and carved window edges, but all the windows were nailed up with wooden boards, leaving only a knuckle-wide gap in the north-facing window.

In addition, the room was covered with a Tibetan prayer flag with scribblings written in red letters on a yellow background. In the East, there was also a table with incense burners and candles, and a big basket wrapped in yellow silk. He couldn’t tell what it had inside though.

At this time, a man and a woman appeared standing in front of the table– both were strangers that Wei Fu Yuan had never seen.

Both seemed to be in their twenties and less than thirty years old.

The man was tall, fair-skinned, and his hair was a chestnut color with a little natural curl at the tips. From Wei Fuyuan’s perspective, he could not see the face, but he guessed that the other party should be of some white descent.

The woman, on the other hand, was very beautiful, with an oval face, red cherry lips, beautiful eyebrows, and eyes– as beautiful as a carefully carved handicraft.

Most importantly, Wei Fuyuan noticed that her looks were rather familiar— whether it was her face or her features, the woman and Bei Quan were at least sixty or seventy percent similar.

As soon as he realised this, Wei Fuyuan guessed the identities of the man and woman— they should be Bei Quan’s parents!

And at this moment, this man and woman were arguing.

The two were speaking a dialect with a southern accent, and Wei Fuyuan had a hard time hearing them. It was only after a moment of serious discernment that he could begin to barely hear what the man was saying to the woman.

“No, you can’t do that!”