Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 78: Who has the goldfinch bird

Translator-Rhapsodite

Editor- PerpetualMreow, Proofreader-Ghostie

Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan did not have to wait long.

In about ten minutes, there was movement at the door.

Akihiko Yamamoto stood in front of the door of the master bedroom.

He cautiously reached out a hand and gently touched the door handle.

There was nothing strange, so he firmly took hold of the handle and pressed it down with a little force.

The door opened with a “click”.

Akihiko Yamamoto carefully pushed the door open and looked inside.

The room was quiet since the female nurse who was there earlier had disappeared. In the slightly empty master bedroom, there was a hospital bed in the middle with something bulging from beneath the covers. It appeared to be a sleeping person attached to an infusion rack where a hanging bag of IV was slowly dripping down the transparent liquid drop by drop.

Everything seemed abnormally calm.

But Akihiko Yamamoto had always been cautious and never took risks.

He released a small paper man to explore the way first.

The paper man was the most basic device used by practitioners of Onmyōdō; it was not very powerful, and could only do some simple tasks such as scouting, and sending messages, but it was still useful.

The little paper man flew into the room, scouted around the room several times, didn’t seem to notice anything unusual, and flew back to it’s master’s hand.

Akihiko Yamamoto still felt uneasy.

From where he was standing, he could only see the bulge on the bed. From the size and shape, it looked like a sleeping person, but he knew there were too many things that could pass for a human. What were the chances there were only two pillows and no person on the bed.

Akihiko Yamamoto did not dare to be careless, fearing that he had fallen into a trap, he released the paper man for the second time and let it look at the person on the bed.

The paper man first circled the pile of quilts, to make sure there was indeed a person inside, and then extended its two small paper hands to pull the quilts, trying to get a better look at what lied under.

However, the quilt was very thick and heavy, and the paper man was not strong enough, so he simply could not lift it.

The paper man flew back to it’s master again.

But, that was enough for Akihiko Yamamoto.

He stepped into the room, looked around to make sure no one was there, then quickly walked to the bed and lifted the covers.

To his dismay, the person lying on the bed was not Chen Dafa, whom he was looking for, but an unfamiliar, unconscious white man.

“Damn it!”

He cursed angrily. He was now sure he had fallen into a trap and jumped back as quickly as he could.

Unfortunately, he was a step too late.

With the hospital bed as the centre, a red circle suddenly emerged on the floor, enclosing the bed and Akihiko Yamamoto within it.

At the same time, a shrill and messy ringing sound began.

Akihiko Yamamoto looked down and found that his feet were wrapped by a thin circle of red threads adorned with several copper bells smaller than a fingernail!

Akihiko Yamamoto, naturally, refused to be bound.

He straightened his fingers, and a black mist appeared over his fingertips— sharpening them. He quickly split the red thread on his ankle.

The black mist cut the red thread like a sharp blade but failed to cut the thin line inside that was not much thicker than a hair.

The bells suddenly went into a frenzy, as if to resist the black mist lingering on it. One after another, they began to ring.

While Akihiko Yamamoto was trying to break away from the red thread array, two figures suddenly stepped out from an empty wall— Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan.

Bei Quan held his Qingguang Vientiane Brush and quickly drew a spell in the air.

“Go!”

Bei Quan knew his injuries were severe, and that his abilities were severely impaired.

Facing an opponent of unknown strength, he did not dare to bet on how long the hastily arranged red thread and bells could hinder the opponent, but he could only rush out a simple offensive rune in this very limited amount of time.

As he bellowed, the golden-red rune pounced straight at Akihiko Yamamoto, and as it dissipated, the several small brass bells turned from dark gold to crimson, suddenly converging into a massive flame.

The wisps of fire spread along the thin line and quickly reached Akihiko Yamamoto. A muffled “boom” was heard as the white shirt and casual pants of the Eastern Japanese man burst into flames.

Wei Fuyuan’s eyes lit up, and he almost blurted out “well done”.

Bei Quan, however, knew something was wrong.

He did not even have time to explain. He held up his magic weapon and drew a huge circle in mid-air.

Unfortunately, even though Bei Quan’s reaction was already extremely fast, it was not faster than the pre-prepared goldfinch bird.

Just when the circle was half an inch away from being closed, a dozen black shadows came in like lightning through the gap.

Another Akihiko Yamamoto stood by the master bedroom door, raised his hand towards Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan’s direction, and released the servant hidden in his sleeve.

The speed of the black shadows was extremely fast, so fast that it was difficult to follow with the naked eye.

“Bang bang!”

Like raindrops drumming against the banana leaves, black shadows smashed into the “circle” drawn by Bei Quan, and everything was suddenly covered with golden light.

It was a pity that the protection laid by Bei Quan in haste was still missing a section.

As a result, a black shadow went straight through the half-finger gap and shot towards Bei Quan.

According to common sense, human reflexes shouldn’t be able to react to such an attack.

But at this instant, somehow, Wei Fuyuan was able to see it clearly.

The conditioned reflex of his body was much faster than the thinking speed of his brain. Without thinking about it, Wei Fuyuan stretched out his hand towards the dark shadow and grabbed its tail.

The servant was the resentment refined by Akihiko Yamamoto. It had no physical form. No one should be able to catch it at all.

But Wei Fuyuan managed pulled it in his hand like a loach.

Wei Fuyuan had not only caught the black shadow but had also instinctively activated the power of merit in his body while struggling with it.

The golden light and the black shadow rolled in one place, and it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began for a while.

But Bei Quan couldn’t watch his assistant continue to compete with this slave forever.

Because their opponent was a warlock who carefully laid a double trick to distract them.

Beside the hospital bed, the scarecrow puppet of Akihiko Yamamoto lied completely engulfed in flames.

Due to the repercussions from the spell, Akihiko Yamamoto’s left wrist was also on fire, scorching his flesh inch by inch.

Akihiko Yamamoto, however, smiled as if he could not feel the pain of the wound at all.

“You’re not Jason, are you?”

With a wave of his hand, he summoned the black shadows back, while talking to Bei Quan in a questioning tone.

“Who the hell are you?”

“What do you think, Mr. Yamamoto?”

Bei Quan smiled and pulled Wei Fuyuan back a step, being fully alert of the other party’s every move.

The scarecrow finally burned out, and the flame on Akihiko Yamamoto’s left hand also went out with it.

The fire had burned the clothes below the elbow of Yamamoto Akihiko’s left arm, leaving him with a yellow-white, black and red bloody arm.

The dozen black shadows wrapped around his wounds like thin black snakes, as if they were some kind of bizarre and lurid tattoo.

——It seems like he is a difficult opponent.

Bei Quan made a quick judgement in his mind.

He didn’t know how Akihiko Yamamoto’s servants that were condensed from resentment were refined.

However, if he could refine and manipulate so much Yin Qi at the same time, he was certainly not an easy target.

——I can’t fight him head-on.

Bei Quan was very self-aware of his current situation, and the purpose of this trip was to catch the Hui Gui who was still hiding somewhere, so he could not waste the little energy he had remaining on fighting with others.

With that in mind, Bei Quan looked in the direction of the door, and after a short second, his eyes drifted back to the only window in the room.

With the wall behind them, and Akihiko Yamamoto blocking the doorway, the only window was almost diagonal to the two of them, at first glance it seemed there was no way to escape.

Akihiko Yamamoto obviously noticed this too.

“You are a mage from China.”

Akihiko Yamamoto spoke while peering closely at Bei Quan.

The two of them had just exchanged one attack and one defence with each other, but Akihiko Yamamoto had already noticed from this brief exchange that these two people, the one who had impersonated as Dai Bo Qian was a mage who knew spells, and the other one, although he had some supernatural abilities, had obviously not been trained systematically, and even his power was used furtively and could not be controlled at will.

What’s more, the retreat in Bei Quan’s eyes was too obvious, and it looked quite vain.

Akihiko Yamamoto secretly measured their combat power and felt that his chances of winning should be high.

“You came for the ‘Prisoner God,’ didn’t you?”

Just now, Akihiko Yamamoto spoke in American English, but the word “Prisoner God” was said with a strange Chinese pronunciation.

“So you know about the ‘Prisoner God’ too.”

Bei Quan smiled and grabbed Wei Fuyuan’s hand.

“But unfortunately, you guessed wrong, I’m not interested in it.”

Wei Fuyuan tilted his head and glanced at Bei Quan, his face betrayed nothing, but his heart was secretly shocked.

The hand he was holding was as cold as ice, and the palm was full of sticky and slippery cold sweat.

Wei Fuyuan did not exactly know what was wrong with Bei Quan, but he can be sure it was anything but good.

“Wrong guess?”

At that moment, Akihiko Yamamoto opened his mouth and asked rhetorically.

“I don’t think an expert like you would be moved for that measly million dollars ……”

However, he had only said half of his words before suddenly launching himself at them.

More than ten black shadows flew out again, like stray arrows, towards Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan.

Bei Quan was on guard and several pieces of yellow paper flew out and formed a rune array in front of him.

The black shadows collided with the rune array.

For a while, no one could do anything.

Akihiko Yamamoto and Bei Quan faced each other across the room, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times, and tacitly made hand gestures to channel their power— countering each other simultaneously.

The first to launch the attack was Akihiko Yamamoto.

With the completion of the incantation, the ten black shadows gathered impressively, twisted like tangled hemp balls, and suddenly spread out in all directions like open pockets and huge black nets towards Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan.

The Yellow talismans began to break upon impact, and the defence hastily put up by Bei Quan was so fragile that it seemed like it would collapse at any time.

Bei Quan chose this time to strike.

But what he did was completely unexpected by Akihiko Yamamoto.

Bei Quan slapped his palm on the wall behind them.

The moment Bei Quan’s hand touched the wall, a complete spell appeared on the lime coating.

The next second, a loud “boom” was heard as the rune exploded outward, directly blowing a big hole in the wall.

Wei Fuyuan’s reaction was very quick.

Without saying a word, he fished Bei Quan up, grabbing his boss’s waist before Akihiko Yamamoto’s surprised and angry gaze, and swiftly jumped out of the room.