Ch67 - Don’t mess around!

Translator-Rhapsodite

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Bei Quan ran so quickly that he practically flew out of the room.

Wei Fuyuan was taken aback by his sudden sprint and rushed after him.

He quickly stuck his head out of the door, before he could lift his leg, he saw a scene that completely stunned him.

In the narrow corridor, a little snow-white fox was running wildly with its fur puffed up all over its body. 

Behind Su Ying, there was a scarecrow chasing after it!

You heard that right, a damn scarecrow!

On his way from the airport to the mansion across a lot of countryside farms, Wei Fuyuan saw a lot of scarecrows erected in the fields.

Every scarecrow stood at the same height as an adult human. They donned old garments, straw, and rags to stitch out a human form, then erected them and poked them in the field with two cross-shaped sticks. They were so fake and poor in appearance that even crows and sparrows wouldn’t be fooled.

But how could there exist a scarecrow which moved so flexibly and ran so fast in this world!

The scarecrow used his two thin stick-like legs, and with one step, he covered two metres. At the same time, he lunged forward with an outstretched hand and was about to catch Su Ying.

Bei Quan reached into his sleeves and hooked something with his fingertips. He flipped it out and a golden light beam flew out straight towards that scarecrow.

In his hurry, Bei Quan hadn’t brought many magic tools with him, so what he threw out was an ancient coin tied with a red rope. 

It was a real Yongle Tongbao coin, which had nearly vanished from the antique circulation market. It accumulated a country’s prosperity, absorbed the environment of peace, and was handed down to thousands of people. It was tainted with the Yang of many people, thus the exorcism effect was incredible.

As expected, when that small copper coin hit the scarecrow, with a ‘swish’ like a sharp knife, half of it stabbed into the chest of the scarecrow.

The scarecrow stumbled to the ground on one leg.

Su Ying, taking advantage of this chance, leapt half a metre into the room like lightning. 

Bei Quan flicked his wrist and pulled out the Qingguang Vientiane Brush. Simultaneously, he slashed his palm and rapidly inscribed two basic spells using his own blood as the medium.

“Go!”

A crimson light struck the scarecrow’s forehead. The flames exploded in air the following second and wrapped themselves around the scarecrow.

The scarecrow couldn’t scream, but his desperate movements suggested that he was in a lot of agony. 

The burning scarecrow walked two steps askew and suddenly fell onto his side with a ‘bang’, hit an oil painting hanging on the wall, and knocked the whole picture frame down.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the scarecrow, who was nearly two metres tall, disappeared in front of them.

Wei Fuyuan, “What’s going on?”

He sniffed, and was still able to smell the burnt odour of straw in the air. 

“What about the scarecrow?”

“Where did it go??”

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Bei Quan quickly walked to the picture frame and bent down to pick up something.

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He pointed to the broken picture frame on the ground and showed the blood mark on the palm of his hand, ” and I accidentally scratched my hand.”

“Oh!” 

Huan exclaimed in a low voice and walked forward a few steps, seeming to want to see the wound on Bei Quan’s palm, “Does it hurt too much? Should I call the butler for you?”

“No.”

Bei Quan smiled and shook his head. “The wound is very shallow. We have some medicine with us.”

“Okay.” 

Huan responded without insisting further.

He looked at the deformed oil painting on the ground and shook his head painfully, “I don’t know how much this painting is worth. I heard that the authentic works of great masters are hung here! It’s a pity to break it like this!”

Huan turned his eyes and smiled again, “But isn’t it just a few billion dollars? A picture like this is not much of a bother, right?”

After saying this, Huan casually complained about the acrid smell in the air and whether something had been burnt. After asking the housekeeper to clean up the destroyed painting and broken glass on the ground, he turned to return to his room. 

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“What just happened?”

As soon as he closed the door, Wei Fuyuan quickly walked to Bei Quan and couldn’t help but ask, “Why did a scarecrow of all things suddenly appear?” 

Bei Quan opened his fist and let Wei Fuyuan see what he had saved inside.

It was a charred straw man.

It was barely half the length of his palm, the surface was burnt to a crisp, but Wei Fuyuan could see that based on the ratio of the body proportions and the workmanship, it looked exactly the same as the big guy who had just chased after Su Ying.

Moreover, an ancient coin was firmly embedded in the chest of the little scarecrow. 

Bei Quan placed the scarecrow on the tea table, “This is a magic doll.”

Wei Fuyuan raised one eyebrow, “Why did this suddenly appear here?!”

“Of course, someone is controlling it.”

Bei Quan pulled out the old coin from the scarecrow, wiped it with a handkerchief, and put it back inside his pocket. 

“In this huge house, besides me, there is at least one other person who is well-versed in magic.”

Wei Fuyuan: “!”

He was even more shocked.

“What is this scarecrow used for?” 

Bei Quan went to comfort the frightened little fox and explained, “Depending on what the owner wants, it can do anything.”

He smiled, “As long as the master’s ability is strong enough, it can range from exploring the way, transmitting messages, collecting intelligence to killing people and stealing goods.”

Then Bei Quan raised his chin to point to the scarecrow on the table,

“This was used to drive Su Ying away. It’s very powerful. Had you been an ordinary person, you would’ve died when you met him.” 

Wei Fuyuan, “Who is its owner, and how did he find Su Ying?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

Bei Quan answered honestly, “However, since the scarecrow and Su Ying have already met, the other party must have noticed our existence.”

As he spoke, he frowned and muttered to himself, “It seems that there is someone making trouble…” 

Wei Fuyuan: “…”

In fact, even without Bei Quan’s explanation, Young Master Wei also knew that things were becoming more and more complicated.

At first, he thought that when he came to this country, they only had to find the ghost hidden in someone, but just now, Bei Quan told him that there was a “Prisoner God” similar to raising children in this big house. Before he asked what the so-called “Prisoner God” was, Bei Quan ran to fight a scarecrow, and then told him that there was at least one magic-user in this place, strong enough to send a little scarecrow to kill people.

“What should we do now?” 

He sat up straight and asked solemnly, “What can I do for you?”

When Bei Quan heard the speech, he stopped wiping the blood from his wound, turned his head, stared at Wei Fuyuan’s face, and looked at him carefully for a moment.

“I really need your help.”

Bei Quan turned his head and looked at the desk clock on the dresser. 

“The housekeeper is almost coming to collect the dinner plate. Take a bath now.”

Then he paused, “Then, don’t get dressed and wait for me in bed naked.”

Wei Fuyuan, “Wait, what???”

He suspected that he was suffering from severe hallucination episodes. 

Wei Fuyuan was openly gay and had discovered his sexuality in middle school already. It’s difficult not to think unscrupulous things after hearing Bei Quan’s request, which was both straightforward and full of ambiguities.

His face turned bright red for a moment, and he almost jumped up directly, “What do you want me to do?”

Bei Quan, “What are you so excited for?”

He pointed to the suitcase and said something more disturbing, “Go on, let’s get started and make quick decisions.” 

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Wei Fuyuan was rushed into the bathroom by Bei Quan. His heart was surging and uneasy. 

Intellectually, he believed that Bei Quan should have no other meaning, but it was still difficult to control his brain, which was like a runaway wild horse. The more he thought, the more crooked he felt he was.

——That’s my boss! He’s my boss goddamnit!

In order to calm himself down as soon as possible, Young Master Wei turned the shower head handle to the cold water side and poured bouts of water over his head.

But it was of no use. 

The more Wei Fuyuan wanted to calm himself, the more excited a certain little brother was getting.

He was angry, frustrated, and felt very wronged, but he was totally helpless.

So the poor Young Master Wei had to rely on himself. He tossed in the bathroom for half an hour before he finally came out, looking like an aggrieved bean sprout that had been dried off.

But the real excitement was yet to come. 

When Wei Fuyuan came out of the bathroom, he saw Bei Quan sitting cross legged on the wide bed, smiling at him.

“I told you to not wear any clothes.” Bei Quan patted the mattress, “Come on, lie here.”

Wei Fuyuan: “…”

Of course, he didn’t listen to Bei Quan’s words and roamed around the room without wearing anything, especially after he just had certain erratic thoughts. 

Therefore, Wei Fuyuan was now well dressed from a T-shirt to knee length pajamas.

But obviously, Bei Quan disliked him for wearing too much.

“Take off your T-shirt and lie on the bed with your back facing me.”

As he spoke, he took out his Qingguang Vientiane Brush, and cut his wrist to let his blood stain the tip of the Brush. 

“Cross your hands and rest them on your chest. Do not move once you lay down, understood?”

When Wei Fuyuan saw that Bei Quan brought out his life magic weapon, he immediately eliminated all of the messy thoughts in his heart and quickly laid down as the other party had asked.

Then, he felt a strange touch on his back.

It was the feeling of soft, small hair brushing against skin. The strokes were slow and detailed. It seemed that the artist was sketching some complex and intricate patterns. 

It is reasonable to say that if someone writes and draws on your back with a brush, it was as good as being punished, and it felt very itchy.

But when Bei Quan’s brush flew across his skin, Wei Fuyuan felt an indescribable emotion—— like a weak current slipping over him, and it was unclear whether the touch was tingling or raw.

“Wait- ”

Wei Fuyuan roughly bit his lips, tried to resist the almost overflowing tidal electric currents, and subconsciously tightened his shoulder and back muscles. 

“I said don’t move!”

Bei Quan pressed his assistant’s shoulder with his left hand, “If you move and led me make a mistake, it will all be in vain.”

He added in his heart, “Also, I have absolutely no strength left to draw the spell again.”

Wei Fuyuan immediately buried his face in his palm and did not dare to move anymore. 

Bei Quan smiled, “Next, I want to explain to you what exactly is a ‘Prisoner God’.”

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