Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 47: Very good, just hate it

Translator-Rhapsodite

Editor-PerpetualMreow, Proofreader-Ghostie

Bei Quan took the initiative, and Wei Fuyuan trailed behind. Each of the four kids was afraid of being left behind. They assisted one another, trembling and stumbling in the back.

The blood that Wei Fuyuan had just deposited on the ground had stretched into a thin bloodline that was slowly moving in a certain direction.

Bei Quan and others followed the guidance of blood, passed through the small part of Xuanmen village, and came to the end corner of the letter “J”.

What appeared in front of everyone was a cemetery.

Wei Fuyuan discovered that in the Xuanmen village of the fragmented space, not only had all the residents vanished after that explosive operation of Bei Quan’s just now, but the homes in the village had also been damaged. None of them appeared to be intact.

The cemetery at the village’s far end, however, still preserved its original appearance.

There were far too many bodies buried in such a little plot of ground. The tombs were so close together that there was no room to even put one’s feet down. There were fresh graves and tombstones at every step. Those that had been there for too long were merely tiny protruding mounds barely higher than ground level.

Anyone would find such a scenario depressing and unsettling.

But Bei Quan’s aim was not this cemetery, where Xuanmen village’s forefathers and grandchildren had been interred for 18 generations.

He came to a halt in front of a dry well.

This historic well stood approximately 20 meters away from the cemetery, concealed under a large, old locust tree with a long and rich history.

The dry well’s platform was approximately half a meter in height. It was covered in moss and mud, which was subsequently covered by fallen leaves and tree roots that had grown along the well. It was quite easy to overlook it.

The line made from Wei Fuyuan’s blood led to this unremarkable, dry well.

“Come out.”

Bei Quan, placed one hand on his hip and shouted to the empty waste well.

The classic image of the little sister of the well-known ghost, Sadako, emerged uncontrollably in Wei Fuyuan’s mind.

The other four students felt the same way. They took two steps back together and stared at the waste well with frightened eyes.

Thirty seconds later, nothing happened.

“Gee, don’t waste everyone’s time. Can’t we make a quick decision?”

Bei Quan was a little impatient.

“Fine, in that case…”

He turned back and waved to Wei Fuyuan, “Xiaowei, come here.”

Wei Fuyuan stared at Bei Quan warily, “What are you doing?”

Bei Quan pointed to the dry well, “Try dropping some of your blood in.”

Wei Fuyuan: “…”

He slowly moved over, stretched his head out, and looked into the well.

The well was very, very deep. Without a light source, one couldn’t see the bottom at all. The water in it had long dried up, and a layer of dry sludge was pasted on the well wall.

Wei Fuyuan asked Bei Quan, “What will happen if I my drop blood in?”

Bei Quan smiled and spread his hands out, “Try it and you will find out?”

Wei Fuyuan applied pressure on the wound on his ring finger, squeezed out two drops of blood, and let them drip into the dry well.

Two seconds later, he heard a strange sound from the deepest part of the waste well.

“Da, Da, Da…”

Wei Fuyuan jumped up and jumped back towards Bei Quan like a rabbit, and unconsciously hid behind his boss where he felt was safest.

“Click- ”

“Dada, dada- ”

“Pull- ”

It sounded as if some hard object was knocking on the shaft wall, mixed with the movement and noise of heavy objects dragging in the middle.

The sound from the well was getting louder and louder, from deep to shallow, closer and closer to the surface.

Everyone held their breath.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the dry well.

The hand was pale, slender, and bony. Judging from its size and shape, it should belong to a man. The fingertips and nails were rolled up and covered with mud and bloodstains.

In the end, Liu Lingling suddenly gave a short exclamation:

“Ah!”

She shouted, “It’s Chaoyang! It’s Chaoyang!”

As a photographer, the girl is very sensitive to fashion, so she recognized the diamond pattern red, black and white braided band on the wrist at a glance— it belonged to Dong Chaoyang, a classmate who came with them and disappeared on the first day!

Sure enough, the second hand was put on the edge of the well, followed by a drooping head.

Dong Chaoyang slowly climbed out of the well looking like the classic Sadako.

He let out a series of gasps that were strangely intermingled with the girl’s choking sound.

Wei Fuyuan subconsciously reached for Bei Quan’s sleeve and felt the hairs on his body spring up.

Because everyone could see that Dong Chaoyang, who had emerged from the dry well with most of his body, was carrying a withered bone on his back!

It was the skeleton of a person. It was rancid and there was no sign of flesh or blood.

It was the size of a large bat. It clung to Dong Chaoyang’s body with its hands and feet. Each scorpion-like rib was embedded in the boy’s back. At first glance, it looked like another skeleton had sprouted on Dong Chaoyang’s back.

“What the hell is this!!!”

Poor Pan Xiaoyun was heartbroken to see his classmate, who he was still conversing and joking with just a few days before, become like this. His nerves were virtually destroyed from shock, his mind was blank, his feet stumbled, and his butt sank to the ground. He trembled and yelled, “Did it kill Chaoyang?”

At this time, Dong Chaoyang, carrying a skeleton, had already climbed out of the dry well and had fallen over a pile of dead branches and fallen leaves.

Bei Quan observed the back of Dong Chaoyang’s head where there was a gaping hole the size of a fist. Mud, fallen leaves, and fungus had encrusted the wound. The dried blood covered his face, completely erasing his originally beautiful and delicate appearance.

One of Dong Chaoyang’s limbs and legs had fractured, with his right leg suffering the most severe injuries. The calf was wrenched out at an odd angle, and the shattered bone penetrated the skin and was exposed to the elements.

Dong Chaoyang, who was laying on the ground, pushed up his upper body with his remaining arm and gently raised his head.

The skeleton on his back moved along with him, mimicking Dong Chaoyang’s position and raised its bloodless skull head. In the black hole of the eye socket, there seemed to be two faint blue phosphorous fires burning.

“Mom!!!”

Pan Xiaoyun couldn’t stand it anymore. He screamed, his eyes rolled back, kicked his legs, and fainted directly.

Liu Lingling and Huang Lan were not much calmer than their monitor. They huddled together and trembled like two quails about to fall into the water.

On the contrary, Luosen, who was usually the dullest, stood still on his legs and stared at Dong Chaoyang, who was obviously no longer human.

“As I said, there’s no need to hide.”

Bei Quan smiled in a low voice, “say it, you…”

He paused and changed his words, “What are your wishes?”

Dong Chaoyang and the skeleton on his back “looked” at Bei Quan.

Two voices sounded at the same time, and they repeated the same word.

[I hate -]

Wei Fuyuan was sure that he did “hear” two voices.

One voice belonged to a young man, while the other had a higher and brighter tone. It should be younger. It was about the age that could still be called a “teenager.”

The two voices repeated the same sentence over and over again.

[I hate -]

[I hate -]

[I hate — hate — hate:]

Word by word, they all cried hard. It seemed that they had a huge hatred, which seemed hard to eliminate.

Wei Fuyuan turned to see Bei Quan.

In the past few weeks, he felt that he had seen all kinds of Hui Guis, but somehow Wei Fuyuan always felt that the man in front of him now seemed different from those Hui Gui he had met.

——But what’s the difference?

Wei Fuyuan couldn’t point it out for a while.

“Ahh, hate right.”

Hearing the expected answer, Bei Quan smiled.

He put his hands up in his sleeves and pulled out the Qingguang Vientiane Brush with his right palm hidden at the elbow.

“I’m sure I can help you.”

Bei Quan said to Dong Chaoyang, who was still lying on the ground, and the skeleton on his back, “You only have to let me know what you hate.”

Dong Chaoyang— or? Dong Chaoyang’s corpse, as if he understood Bei Quan’s words, tilted his head slightly, and even the skeleton on his back made a similar action.

“Very well, I will take it that you have agreed.”

Bei Quan smiled and at the same time flipped his wrist and retracted the hidden Qingguang Vientiane Brush back into his sleeves,

“Just two people… A little trouble…”

He deliberately lowered his voice.

“I can only work harder…”

Wei Fuyuan: “?”

He pricked up his ears conditionally and leaned in towards Bei Quan, trying to hear what his boss was whispering.

The next second, while unprepared, Wei Fuyuan suddenly felt a force on the back of his head.

——Fuck!!!

At the moment, when his soul was out of his body, Young Master Wei almost wanted to scold.

——Why is it always like this? Bei Quan, you bastard!!!

However, he still couldn’t resist the familiar feeling of turning of the sky and the earth. With the force of the pat on the back of his head, he was thrown forward and plunged directly into Bei Quan’s arms, who grabbed him by the collar and threw him forward in the direction of the corpse.

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“No! I disagree!”

Before Wei Fuyuan could recover from his vertigo, he heard “himself” shouting with a broken sound, which pricked his eardrums.

He reluctantly adjusted his focus and finally “saw” everything in front of him.

It was dark all around, and the only light source was the backlight of the mobile phone held by ‘him’ and the man opposite.

Standing across from him was a young man. Because the lighting was too dark and the light source was shaking all the time, it took Wei Fuyuan a while to recognize who the other party was.

The man’s face, Young Master Wei, had been seen in the file list of missing teachers and students. It was teacher Song Qi.

During Wei Fuyuan’s recognition, the two had quarreled again.

Dong Chaoyang, like any student, did not show the teacher the utmost respect. He shouted hysterically, crying and scolding, “Now you know you’re sorry for your wife and son!”

“Why didn’t you think about your wife and son when you hooked up with me?”

“Why don’t you miss her when you say you can’t get hard with her!?”

——What the fuck!

Wei Fuyuan understood.

This was actually a teacher-student relationship! A gay cheating on marriage!

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[Proof reader Ghostie’s Gossip Night Talk]

A certain Thousand years old fox : Xiao Wei! I choose you!

(Proceeds to throw the poor smol peacock towards a ghost)

The certain peacock who was thrown : … I swear I’m going to beat up this bastard… but he’s so handsome.. ////

The ghost who has no idea on what’s happening: ?-? …Who am I? What am I? What I’m doing here??

Ghostie: Did you humans miss meeee!! This is a small imaginary dialogue for you all! Thank you all for supporting and walking this journey with us!!