Chapter 68: I will remember

Chapter 68: I will remember

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“‘Prisoner God’, ‘Imprisoned Prisoner’.”

Bei Quan continued to write on Wei Fuyuan’s back and spoke as he wrote, “As the name suggests, it means to lock up a ‘God’.”

Wei Fuyuan uttered “Oh” in a puzzled tone, “Is God so easy to lock up?”

Wei Fuyuan, the avant-garde, had no faith in such bizarre ideas. It was only after he began working with Bei Quan and witnessed numerous supernatural phenomena with his own eyes that conventional reason could not explain, that he had to acknowledge the existence of gods, devils, foxes, and ghosts in the world.

Even so, ‘immortality’ was an airy and faraway reality in his mind. He believed that things such as the Buddha’s Bodhisattva and Immortal people enshrined in temples and Taoist temples were only imaginary figures created by believers using jade carvings, stone carvings and clay sculptures.

Mortals didn’t even have a chance to see the true face of Gods, nevermind getting a chance to imprison them.

“Actually, speaking of Gods, they are divided by levels too.”

Bei Quan continued to explain, “For example, the Bao Jia Xian that people in the northern east worship, in a sense, can be called as a protector god of a certain clan.”

Wei Fuyuan felt he vaguely understood what Bei Quan meant.

“No wonder you asked me if I’ve heard of raising a Xiao Gui before.”

Young Master Wei remembered his experience when traveling with a friend to a certain country in Southeast Asia not long ago.

At that time, when they were traveling by car, they would often see some strangely shaped temples on the side of the road for worshiping some nameless gods.

There was a rich second generation who accompanied him, adhering to the habit of “going into the house to call on people and worshiping the gods when going into the temple”. When he saw a Buddha statue, he would put his hands together. However, he was quickly stopped by the local student guide, who told him it was very dangerous to worship the gods there indiscriminately.

[Do you dare to worship a God without knowing who it is?]

That’s what the Chinese student said at that time,

[If it is an evil god, it will cost you a great price to make a wish to him! ]

Wei Fuyuan thought for a moment and said to Bei Quan, “So, you mean to tell me that the reason why this mansion is so grotesque is because someone has imprisoned a ‘God’ in this house?”

“You can say so.”

Bei Quan smiled and replied,

“In fact, for a person, as long as it is an inhuman existence with a certain kind of mana and can produce a positive effect, it can be called a ‘God’. For example, the mountain; it is wild and has a strange kind of spiritual thing that has been regarded as ‘godly’ since ancient times.”

“It’s just that ordinary people are in awe of them. Even if they want something, most of them only dare to burn incense and worship devoutly. Only very few people would think of such a rough way to force them into catering human desires.”

Wei Fuyuan, “But how can we lock up a ‘God’?'”

“Generally speaking, you’d typically only have to find the body they rely on– that is, their physical body, and put it in a special container to prevent them from escaping in some way.”

Bei Quan continued to explain, “It just seems that the owner of this mansion is very clever. In order to make sure his treasure doesn’t run away, he directly built a maze-structured villa.”

At this time, Bei Quan had reached Wei Fuyuan’s waist.

The electric tingling became more and more obvious. Wei Fuyuan silently bit the back of his hand to resist the impulse to tremble.

——How long will it take ah!

Wei Fuyuan felt a cold sweat on his forehead, and at some point under the gentle stimulation of the brush tip, he began feeling like he should look up.

——If it goes on like this, I can’t help it!

But Bei Quan didn’t notice Wei Fuyuan’s dilemma at all. He kept writing and said in his soft and magnetic voice, “However, getting a ‘God’ to do something for you is not as simple as locking them up and forcing them...”

Bei Quan suddenly paused and took a low breath.

Every rune drawn with the Qingguang Vientiane Brush consumes his blood and energy. Naturally, the more powerful the spell was, the more complex the rune was and the greater the consumption was.

But, Bei Quan didn’t want his little assistant to find out his state. The hand that didn’t hold the Qingguang Vientiane Brush gripped onto the bed sheet and secretly wiped away the cold sweat gathering on his hand.

Wei Fuyuan was trying to concentrate his attention on Bei Quan at the moment, to ignore the subtle excitement below. However, he didn’t hear Bei Quan’s voice for a long time, so he couldn’t help asking, “Huh?”

Bei Quan swallowed the sticky sweetness that was welling up in his throat.

“Even if it is a ‘Prison God’, they also need to be supported.”

“Moreover, beings that can be called ‘Gods’ usually have their own spiritual consciousness. If it is forcibly imprisoned by others, it could accumulate resentment, and if one is careless, It will run away. Then, if It decides to turn back and take revenge, there will be trouble.”

Bei Quan calmed down and tried to maintain his usual tone of voice as he continued to explain, “I guess the reason why Chen Dafa has to constantly renovate and expand his house is probably to prevent the ‘things’ at home from escaping.”

“I see.”

Wei Fuyuan thought, “That’s right. The house is built like a maze. it’s so crooked, so it’s easy to get lost and never get out. ”

At this time, Bei Quan’s incantation had been drawn to the rune, and it was almost finished.

He raised the nib of his brush, calmed himself secretly, stretched out his left hand, and placed it on the side of Wei Fuyuan’s waist.

Wei Fuyuan reflexively tensed, “Hey, what are you doing!?”

“Don’t move!”

Bei Quan squeezed Wei Fuyuan’s slim yet strong waist, “There are just a few more strokes left.”

——If you don’t want me to move, don’t touch!

Bei Quan’s palm was wet and cold, and it was as cold as ice against his skin, but Wei Fuyuan felt that the place he had touched was burning as if a? soldering iron was pressed there. An unspeakable stimulus spread from where they had made contact, making the place that was not obedient more energetic.

In order not to reveal his body’s reaction, Young Master Wei had to bite the back of his hand harder.

Bei Quan began to draw the last few strokes.

“When it comes to something like ‘Prison God’, once you ask them for anything, you often have to pay a corresponding price.”

He said as he drew, “It seems that the price Chen Dafa paid should be the life of his family.”

After saying this, Bei Quan put away the Qingguang Vientiane Brush and patted Wei Fuyuan’s side waist, “Alright I am done with the drawing, you can get up now.”

Wei Fuyuan grabbed the thin blanket on the bed and sat up. n0VeluSB.c0m

Usually, he was very confident about the size of his part, but now, when he thought that as long as he removed the blanket, Bei Quan would notice the bulge there, Wei Fuyuan was so anxious that he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

Wei Fuyuan pretended to pull the quilt as if nothing had happened, looked back at the dresser, and wanted to use a mirror to see what was painted on his back.

The dressing table in the room looked like an antique with a small mirror placed on it, and the current angle and distance only reflected Wei Fuyuan’s back.

So he was able to see that his back seemed to have a tattoo composed of bright crimson lines.

The whole pattern was extremely complex, and was made with several alternating slender and delicate strokes. Wei Fuyuan couldn’t make out what was written on it, but he could tell that these lines were woven together tightly and densely, creating an indescribable beauty.

“This... Is this painted with your blood?”

Wei Fuyuan looked at Bei Quan’s bloody wrist, “Won’t it rub off when I fall asleep?”

He didn’t want to sleep in bed naked after more than ten hours by plane and three hours by car.

“Don’t worry, it will not rub off.”

Bei Quan smiled.

Suddenly, he raised his hands and pressed Wei Fuyuan’s shoulder without warning. His expression was dignified. and his tone was serious, “Listen, Comrade Xiao Wei, next, you must firmly remember what I teach you, okay?”

Wei Fuyuan swallowed his saliva hard, and a drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead.

Bei Quan was sitting across from him now, and when his upper body had leaned forward, his knees had moved to a place where they were only half a centimeter away from his key parts. It was really difficult for him not to feel nervous.

“Yes.”

Wei Fuyuan nodded with difficulty, “I, I will remember...”

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American Western time, Tuesday, July 20, 10:05 am

Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan went downstairs along the way they had walked through yesterday, passed through the asymmetric “I” shaped corridor, and entered the dining room on the first floor.

They were the last to arrive.

Three people were sitting at the long table.

Seeing Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan coming in, Huan raised his hand and warmly greeted them, “Good morning, Jason, Will!”

Bei Quan smiled back at Huan and took a seat with Wei Fuyuan.

Sitting across from them were the two other heirs.

Both of them were very young: in their twenties and thirties.

On the left was a young man with a sharp oriental face with high cheekbones, a pointed chin, narrow brows, and slender eyes. Overall, the outline seemed to have a feminine touch. It was an outstanding face that could not simply be described as “good-looking” or “handsome”.

He saw Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan sitting down, but didn’t spare them a single word, and didn’t show any expression on his face. He only looked at them silently.

On the right was a white man, tall and rough, with a beard around his chin. He looked handsome, but when he saw Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan coming hand in hand, he frowned unabashedly.

“Hello, my name is Jason. This is my boyfriend, Will.”

Bei Quan smiled and took the initiative to greet them.

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When Bei Quan said the word “boyfriend”, the white male sitting opposite glanced over and gave an impolite sneer.

But, the oriental man bent his eyes and smiled kindly.

“Jason, Will, it’s nice to meet you.” The oriental replied in fluent English, “I’m Yamamoto Akihiko...”

After a pause, he added attentively:

“Chinese writing ‘Akihiko Yamamoto’, but you guys can just call me Aki.”

Bei Quan remembered that in the information Zhu Ling gave him, it mentioned that there was an orphan of a Japanese overseas Chinese who was later adopted by a Japanese couple. It seems that the surname is Yamamoto. That person should be this one.

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