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Lan Jingyi took a look at the crack in the door, and immediately blocked the crack with his body, dumbfounded and said: "Okay, okay, so many!"

Wei WuXian asked, "Are they walking corpses? How many are there?"

Lan Jingyi said: "I don't know! There are them all over the street, hundreds of them! And they are getting more and more! I think those two paper figures won't be able to hold on anymore!"

If the pair of paper figures guarding the door are unable to guard the door, zombies from the entire street outside the door will flood into the shop. If you chop, you will be poisoned by corpse poison powder, and if you fight hard, the poison will flow away very quickly; if you don't chop, you will be bitten to death. Xiao Xingchen held his sword and tried to push the door open, probably trying to resist with his remaining strength, but a layer of purple aura filled his cheeks and he fell to the ground. Wei Wuxian said, "Just sit back and relax. It will be solved soon."

He casually scratched his right index finger on Lan Jingyi's sword, and blood dripped. Lan Jingyi said: "Are you going to use the eye-dotting technique again? Click twice in each paper man's eye socket, and you're done." How much blood will be shed? Do you want me to give you some?"

Immediately, other teenagers rolled up their sleeves: "I can also share some..."

Wei Wuxian didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No need. Is there any blank talisman seal?"

This group of children from aristocratic families are still young and have not yet practiced enough to draw and use them immediately, so they have already drawn talismans and seals on them. Lan SiZhui shook his head and said, "No." Wei Wuxian didn't care, "Anyone who has painted is fine."

Lan SiZhui took out a stack of yellow talismans from the Qiankun bag. Wei Wuxian only took one, glanced at it roughly, and then raised his right index and middle fingers together to trace the talisman drawn with cinnabar from top to bottom. The bright red blood and red cinnabar formed a new set of runes. With a flip of his wrist, the yellow symbols and red characters spontaneously ignited in the air. Wei Wuxian stretched out his left hand to catch the falling talisman ashes after burning. He gathered his five fingers, lowered his head slightly, and while opening his hand, he gently blew the black ashes in his palm towards the row of paper people and whispered: "Wild fire, in spring."

The talisman is dusty.

A Yin warrior standing at the front suddenly lifted the machete hanging by his feet and put it on his shoulder.

Next to him, a paper beauty with tall temples and luxurious clothes slowly raised her right hand, twirling her slender fingers flexibly, as if she was a lazy lady casually admiring her long scarlet nails. . There were two golden boys and beautiful girls standing at the feet of the beauty. The golden boy playfully pulled the jade girl's braid, and the beautiful girl stuck out her tongue at him. A nearly nine-inch long tongue suddenly poked out from her little mouth. Like a poisonous snake, it was like a poisonous snake on the boy. A big hole was poked in his chest, and he retracted immediately, viciously and cruelly. The golden boy opened his mouth wide, revealing two sets of strong white teeth, and bit her arm. The two paper children actually started fighting on their own.

Twenty or thirty paper figures began to sway here and there one after another, as if they were flexing their muscles. While shaking, they whispered to each other, and rustling sounds rose and fell. Not a living person, but better than a living person.

Wei Wuxian said, "Hold your breath."

After saying that, he staggered his body to get out of the direction of the door, bowed slightly, and made an inviting gesture.

The wooden door suddenly popped open again, and the sweet and rotten smell of corpse poison powder poured in. Everyone immediately covered their mouths and raised their sleeves to block it. Yin Lishi roared and rushed out first, and the remaining paper people filed out.

The wooden door closed again behind the last paper man. Wei WuXian said, "No one sucked it in, right?"

Everyone said no. Wei Wuxian helped Xiao Xingchen up. He wanted to find a place for him to lie down, but found that he couldn't find one. He could only sit on the cold and dusty ground. Xiao Xingchen still clutched his Frost Flower Sword tightly, and finally woke up from his semi-consciousness. He coughed a few times and said in a weak voice: "Your Majesty, is that... the Eye-Pointing Summoner?"

Wei WuXian said, "I roughly understand."

Xiao Xingchen thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Well... it is indeed the best way to kill these walking corpses."

After a moment of pause, he said: "However, if you practice this way, you are very vulnerable to the backlash of the fierce ghosts and evil spirits under your command. Even Wei Wuxian, the ancestor of Yiling who is the founder of this way, is not immune. I personally suggest, Your Majesty, please be more careful in the future. Use it sparingly unless absolutely necessary, and repair other things more often..."

Wei Wuxian sighed inwardly and said, "Thank you for your advice."

Most monks who become famous will take a clear stand and draw boundaries to show that they are irreconcilable with someone. And when his junior uncle was almost half dead, he still tried to persuade him politely, reminding him to be careful of the backlash, which showed that he was a soft-hearted person with a very gentle and kind temperament. Looking at the thick bandages on Xiao Xingchen's eyes and thinking about his experience, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but feel sad.

Usually only young people who are inexperienced in the world will be more disgusted and denounced by the novelty of these crooked ways. Except for Jin Ling, whose face has always been ugly, everyone else crowded in front of the door to watch: "Help... That paper girl's nails are so scary." Ah, scratch her and it will be five ditches." "Why is that little girl's tongue so long and hard? Is she a hanger?" "The man is so strong! He can actually lift so many walking corpses at one time. He wants to go It fell to the ground! Look! It fell! It broke!"

After Xiao Xingchen pulled Wenyan for a while, Wei Wuxian took the last unfinished bowl of glutinous rice porridge on the table and said, "You have been seriously poisoned. There is a bowl of something here, which may be able to relieve you, or something." It's useless, and it's very unpalatable. Do you want to try it? If you don't want to live, forget it."

Xiao Xingchen took the bowl with both hands and said, "Of course I want to live. You should live as much as possible if you can."

However, when he lowered his head and took a sip, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he pressed his lips tightly to keep from spitting out. After a long while, he said politely: "Thank you."

Wei Wuxian turned around and said, "Did you see that? Did you see that? What did they say? You are the only ones who are so squeamish and cunning. You ate the porridge I cooked and still complained a lot."

Jin Ling asked, "Did you cook that? Apart from adding a bunch of strange things to the pot at the end, what else did you do?"

Xiao Xingchen said: "But I just thought about it. If I have to eat this every day, I will choose death."

Jin Ling laughed mercilessly and loudly, and even Lan SiZhui couldn't hold back and made a "poof". Wei WuXian looked at them wordlessly, and Lan SiZhui quickly seriousened his expression. At this time, Lan Jingyi said happily: "Okay, they're all killed. We win!"

Xiao Xingchen hurriedly put down the bowl and said: "Don't open the door yet. Be careful, I'm afraid it will come again..."

Wei Wuxian said, "Don't put down the bowl, pick it up and finish the drink." As he spoke, he approached the wooden door and looked out through the crack in the door. Just after an inhuman fight, the streets were filled with thin white mist and purple dust. The corpse poison powder is gradually dissipating, and the group of paper figures are walking slowly on the streets, looking for corpses everywhere. When they encounter any that are still moving, they will step on them until they are completely rotted into a pile of flesh.

Otherwise, there was silence. No new zombies have arrived yet.

Just when Wei Wuxian was about to relax, there was a very light movement from the top of his head.

This sound is really difficult to detect. It seems like someone is stepping quickly on the tiles, but this human form is unusually light and strange, and the sound of footsteps is close to nothing. Wei Wuxian's five senses were so sensitive that he caught the subtle collision sound between the tiles. This movement was even more difficult to detect from Xiao Xingchen, a blind man. He reminded: "Above!"

Wei Wuxian shouted, "Spread out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a big hole was broken in the roof above the hall, and broken tiles, dust, and blades of grass fell like rain. Fortunately, many teenagers had quickly dispersed in all directions, so no one was injured. A black figure fell from the gap above the roof.

This man was wearing a black Taoist robe. He was tall and straight, as tall as a pine tree. He has a fly whisk on his back, a long sword in his hand, a handsome face, and a slightly raised head, giving him a very aloof appearance.

However, his eyes had no pupils and were completely white.

A vicious corpse!

As soon as everyone confirmed this matter in their minds, he thrust his sword forward.

He stabbed Jin Ling who was closest to him. Jin Ling blocked it with his sword. He felt the force coming from the sword was so great that it made his arm numb. If it weren't for the extraordinary spiritual power of his sword "Sui Hua", he would have been killed long ago. The black-clothed murderous corpse failed with one strike, and struck out again, as coherent as flowing clouds and flowing water, as ruthless as hatred as deep as the sea, this time it cut Jin Ling's arm straight. In desperation, Xiao Xingchen drew his sword and blocked Jin Ling's blow. Possibly due to the surge of corpse poison, he finally fell down and became motionless. Lan Jingyi said in horror: "Is he dead or alive?! I have never seen such..."

A vicious corpse that moves so quickly and has such superb swordsmanship!

He didn't finish the second half of the sentence because he immediately remembered that he had seen it before.

The Ghost General is like this too!

Wei Wuxian stared closely at the Taoist, his thoughts racing, he pulled out the bamboo flute from his waist, and a long, shrill and harsh tune came out, which made everyone else present cover their ears. When the Taoist heard the sound of the flute, he swayed, and the hand holding the sword couldn't help trembling, and finally stabbed him with the sword!

 Unable to control. This murderous corpse has an owner!

Wei Wuxian dodged the sword, which came as fast as thunder, and calmly blew out another tune. After a while, the paper figures patrolling outside also jumped onto the roof and jumped down from the big hole. The Taoist corpse noticed something was wrong, and stabbed back with two swords in his right hand, splitting the two paper figures into four halves from head to bottom. With his left hand, he pulled out a fly whisk. Thousands of soft white threads seemed to turn into venomous stings of a steel whip. If he flicked it, it would kill people's heads and limbs. If they accidentally hit someone, they would probably be pricked into a sieve of blood. Wei Wuxian took some time out of his busy schedule and said, "Don't come over here, just stay in the corner!" After saying that, he continued to play. The sound of the flute was sometimes frivolous, sometimes as high-pitched as anger. Although the man used his hands together and was extremely fierce, paper figures continued to fall from above and attack around him. He struck here and there, killing those in front and behind, but he was unable to catch them. Suddenly, a Yin warrior fell from the sky, hit him, stepped on his shoulder, and pressed him to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, three more Yinlishi jumped from the hole above his head and hit him one after another.

Legend has it that the Yinlishi are extremely powerful. When craftsmen prick them, they would add some things to increase their weight. After the summoned ghosts got on them, they would compete with each other to death, and they would smash each one down like this. It's like Mount Tai weighing down the top. It was a big deal to smash four of them in one go without being smashed to the point of spitting out their entrails. The ferocious corpse in Taoist robes was pressed tightly by four Yin warriors and could not move.

Wei Wuxian walked over and found a tear in the fabric on his back. He smoothed it out and examined it. Under the damage, he could see a wound near his left shoulder blade. It was thin and narrow, and he said, "Turn over."

The four Yin warriors turned the Taoist over and turned his back to the sky so that he could see more easily. Wei Wuxian stretched out his cut finger and touched their lips one by one as a reward. The Yinlishi stretched out their bright red paper tongues and slowly and preciously licked the blood around their mouths, seeming to eat with relish. Wei Wuxian then lowered his head and continued to check. The Taoist priest also had the same damage and narrow wound on his left chest near his heart. It was like being killed by a sword through the heart.

This ferocious corpse has been struggling hard, growling lowly in its throat, and black blood is flowing from the corner of its mouth. Wei Wuxian pinched his cheek and forced him to open his mouth. When he looked inside, his tongue had also been pulled out.

Blind, tongue pulled out. Blind, tongue pulled out.

Why do these two characteristics appear so frequently?

Wei Wuxian observed it for a while and felt that the appearance of this murderous corpse was very similar to that of Wen Ning when he was controlled by the black spike. He felt moved in his heart and reached out to feel around his temples. It actually made him touch two small metal dots!

This kind of black nails are used to control high-level evil corpses, causing them to lose their consciousness and ability to think independently. Wei Wuxian didn't understand the corpse's identity and personality, so he couldn't pull out the nails rashly, so he felt it was necessary to interrogate him. But now that the tongue has been removed, this murderous corpse cannot speak even if it wakes up. He asked the juniors of the Lan family: "Which of you has ever practiced spiritual inquiry?"

Lan SiZhui raised his hand and said, "Me. I have practiced it."

Wei WuXian said, "Did you bring your piano?"

Lan SiZhui said, "Bring it with me." He immediately took out a guqin with simple style and shiny wood from the Qiankun bag. Wei Wuxian saw that the piano seemed to be very new, and asked, "How are you doing with your piano skills? Have you ever practiced it? Can the spirit you invited tell lies?"

Lan Jingyi interrupted: "Sizhui's Qinyu Hanguangjun said it was okay."

When Lan Wangji said "it's okay," it must be okay. It won't be exaggerated or belittled. Wei Wuxian felt relieved. Lan SiZhui said: "Hanguang-Jun said, let me practice fine and not too much. The spirit invited can choose not to answer, but it must not lie. So as long as it is willing to answer, what it says must be the truth."

Wei Wuxian said, "Then let's get started."

The guqin was placed in front of the Taoist priest's head. Lan SiZhui sat on the ground with the hem neatly spread out. He tried two notes and nodded. Wei Wuxian said, "The first question is, who is he?"

Lan SiZhui thought for a while, reciting the formula silently, and then dared to speak out.

After a while, the strings trembled, and two notes sounded like cracking gold and stone.

Lan SiZhui opened his eyes wide. Lan Jingyi urged: "What did he say?"

Lan SiZhui said: "Song Lan!"

...Xiao Xingchen's close Taoist friend, Song Lan? !

Everyone looked at Xiao Xingchen who was unconscious and lying on the ground. Lan SiZhui whispered: "I wonder if he knows that Song Lan is here..."

Jin Ling also lowered his voice and said, "Probably I don't know. He is blind, Song Lan is mute, and he has become a vicious corpse with no reason... I don't know what is best."

Wei Wuxian said, "The second question is, who was he killed by?"

Lan SiZhui said seriously.

This time, the silence lasted three times as long as last time.

Just when they all thought that Song Lan's soul was unwilling to answer this question, the strings rang three times tremblingly and painfully.

Lan SiZhui blurted out: "Impossible!"

Wei WuXian asked, "What did he say?"

Lan SiZhui said in disbelief: "He said... Xiao Xingchen."

Was Xiao Xingchen the one who killed Song Lan? !

They only asked two questions in total. Who knew that the answer to one question was more shocking than the other. Jin Ling doubted: "You played it wrong!"

Lan SiZhui said: "However, the two questions 'Who are you?' and 'Who were you killed by?' are the two simplest and most frequently asked questions in "Ask the Spirit". Everyone starts practicing "Ask the Spirit", these are the first and second sentences I learned. I have practiced it no less than tens of millions of times. I just confirmed it repeatedly and there was absolutely no mistake in playing it."

Jin Ling said: "Either you played "Ask the Spirit" wrongly, or you interpreted the piano language wrongly."

Lan SiZhui shook his head and said, "If it is impossible to play wrongly, it is even more impossible to interpret it wrong. The three words 'Xiao Xingchen' and the name are not common in Lai Ling's answers. If he answered someone else 's name, and I misinterpreted it, it's impossible that it happened to be this name by mistake."

Lan Jingyi murmured: "...Song Lan went to find the missing Xiao Xingchen, but Xiao Xingchen killed him...Why did he kill his good friend? Isn't he like this kind of person?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Don't worry about this for now. Si Zhui, let's ask the third question: Who is controlling him?"

Lan SiZhui's face was solemn, and he didn't dare to express his anger, so he popped up the third sentence. Many eyes were fixed on the strings, waiting for Song Lan's answer.

Just listen to Lan SiZhui's explanation word for word: "Er, wait, body, behind, zhi, person."

Everyone turned around suddenly. Xiao Xingchen, who had been fainting on the ground, was seen sitting up, holding his chin with one hand, smiling at them, raising his left hand wearing a black glove, and snapping his fingers.

The crisp sound reached Song Lan's ears on the ground, like a sudden explosion in his ears. Song Lan suddenly threw away the four Yin warriors who were firmly pressing him!

He jumped up, used his sword and fly whisk again, and used both his left and right hands to cut and twist the four Yinlishi into colorful pieces of paper. The long sword was pressed against Wei Wuxian's neck, while the fly whisk was pointed threateningly at the children of the aristocratic families.

In this small area inside the store, the situation changes rapidly.

Jin Ling put his hand on the sword. Wei Wuxian glanced sideways and said hurriedly: "Don't move, don't cause trouble. When it comes to swordsmanship, none of the people here can be the opponent of this...Song Lan."

His body has low spiritual power, and his sword is not with him. What's more, there was Xiao Xingchen, who had no idea what his intentions were, whether he was an enemy or a friend.

Xiao Xingchen said: "Adults, talk to the adults, and the children, please go out."

He gestured to Song Lan, who silently obeyed the order and drove the group of children from aristocratic families out. Wei Wuxian said to the young men, "Go out first. You can't help here. The corpse poison powder should be heavy outside. Don't run around and stomp around to stir up the dust, and slow down your breathing."

When Jin Ling heard "I can't help here", he was unconvinced and annoyed. He was unwilling to surrender, but he knew that there was really nothing he could do, so he walked out in anger. Before Lan SiZhui left the house, he hesitated to speak. Wei WuXian said, "SiZhui, you are the most sensible person, lead them. Can you do it?"

Lan SiZhui nodded. Wei Wuxian said again, "Don't be afraid."

Lan SiZhui said, "Don't be afraid."

 "real?"

"It's true." Lan SiZhui actually smiled and said, "Senior, you and Hanguang-Jun really look alike."

Wei Wuxian asked curiously: "We look alike? How do we resemble each other?" They are clearly two completely different people. Lan SiZhui smiled but didn't answer and led the rest of the group out.

He said silently in his heart: "I don't know either, but it feels very similar. It seems that as long as either of these two seniors are around, there is no need to worry about anything."

Xiao Xingchen took out a small red pill pill from somewhere and ate it, saying, "It's really touching."

After he ate it, the purple-red aura on his face quickly faded. Wei Wuxian asked, "Corpse poison powder antidote?"

Xiao Xingchen said: "Not bad. It's much more effective than your terrible bowl of porridge, right? And it's sweet."

Wei WuXian said, "Your Excellency's scenes are really great. From the scene outside where you bravely killed a corpse until you were exhausted, to the subsequent scene where you blocked Jin Ling's sword and lost consciousness, were they all staged for us?"

Xiao Xingchen raised a finger, shook it in front of his face, and said: "It's not for 'you' to watch, but for 'you' to watch. I've admired the name of the Yiling ancestor for a long time, and it's better to see it than to hear it a hundred times." "

Wei Wuxian had no reaction to this and remained calm. Xiao Xingchen continued, "I guess you haven't told others who you are yet? So I didn't expose you and let them go out. We closed the door. Let's talk in private. How about it? Isn't that very considerate?"

Wei WuXian asked, "Are all the zombies in Yicheng driven by you?"

Xiao Xingchen said: "Of course. From the moment you came in and played the flute, I thought you were a little weird. So I chose to go out in person and test it out. Sure enough, a low-level spell like Eye Summoning is also The only person who can exert such a strong power is the founder."

The way they cultivate is the same way. They are all evil ways and cannot be hidden from their peers. Wei WuXian said, "So you took these kids as hostages. What do you want me to do?"

Xiao Xingchen smiled and said, "Senior, I want you to do a favor. A small favor."

His mother's junior brother actually called him senior. This generational hierarchy is so confusing. Wei Wuxian was hesitating in his heart when he saw Xiao Xingchen take out a spirit-locking bag, put it on the table, and said, "Please."

Wei Wuxian put his hand on the soul-locking bag, felt it like a pulse for a while, and said, "Whose soul is it? It's so broken that it can't even be mushy, and there's only one breath left."

Xiao Xingchen said: "If this person's soul can stick to him so easily, then why should I ask you to help him?"

Wei Wuxian retracted his hand and said, "You want me to repair this soul? With all due respect, the amount of soul contained in it is really too little. Moreover, this person should have suffered great torture and extreme pain in his life. It was probably He committed suicide and did not want to return to this world. If a soul has no desire to survive, then 90% of it cannot be saved. If I guessed correctly, this soul was forcibly spliced together. Once it leaves the lock soul The capsule may disperse at any time. You must be aware of this."

Xiao Xingchen said: "I don't know. I don't care. You have to help me even if you don't want to help. Senior, don't forget that the group of children you brought are all looking at you outside the door, waiting for you to take them out of danger. "

The tone of his speech was very peculiar. It sounded affectionate and a little sweet, but there was an unwarranted ferocity. It seems that one moment you are called brothers and a senior is shouting happily, and the next moment he can turn against you and kill you. Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "Your Excellency, hearing is better than seeing. Xue Yang, you are such a gangster, why do you pretend to be a Taoist?"

After a pause, "Xiao Xingchen" raised his hand and took off the bandage on his eyes.

The bandages fell off layer by layer, revealing a pair of eyes as bright as stars.

intact eyes.

This is a young and lovable face, which can be said to be handsome, but the pair of tiger teeth exposed when he smiles are so cute that they are almost childish, hiding the ferocity and wildness in his eyes.

Xue Yang threw the bandage aside and said, "Oh, you discovered it."

Wei Wuxian said: "Deliberately pretending to be in pain and scared, making people feel guilty and embarrassed to take off your bandage to examine; deliberately expose a part of Shuanghua; deliberately leak that he is a wandering Taoist. Not only can he use the bitter meat trick, but he can also take advantage of it. Human compassion is so well acted as to be pure and righteous. If it weren't for the fact that there are so many things that you shouldn't know and know, I would really firmly believe that you are Xiao Xingchen."

Moreover, when Song Lan answered the last two questions in "Ask the Spirit", the answer was "Xiao Xingchen" and the other was "the people behind you."

If "the people behind you" are also Xiao Xingchen, there is no reason why Song Lan must use another way of expressing it.

Unless, "Xiao Xingchen" and "the people behind you" are not the same person at all. Song Lan wanted to remind them that this person was very dangerous, but she had no choice but to answer Xue Yang directly because she was afraid that they would not recognize Xue Yang.

Xue Yang said with a smile: "Who gave him a good reputation and my bad reputation? Of course, it is easier to gain others' trust by pretending to be him."

Wei WuXian said, "Excellent acting skills."

Xue Yang said: "Where is it? I have a very famous friend, and that is called superb acting skills. I am ashamed of myself. Okay, stop talking nonsense, Senior Wei, you must help me with this."

Wei Wuxian said, "You made the black spikes that controlled Song Lan and Wen Ning, right? You can restore half of the Yin Tiger Talisman and repair a soul, so why do you need my help."

Xue Yang said: "This is different. You are the founder of the mountain. If you don't make the first half of the Yin Tiger Talisman first, I can't make the second half by myself. Of course you are better than me. So if I can't do it, you must can do."

I really don't understand why people I don't know have an inexplicable confidence on his behalf. Wei Wuxian touched his chin, wondering if it was time to reciprocate and compliment each other, and said, "You are so humble."

Xue Yang said: "This is not modesty, this is a fact. I never like to talk with exaggeration. If I say that I want to kill a person's whole family, then it must be the whole family, not even a dog will be left for him."

Wei WuXian said, "For example, the Yue Yang Chang family?"

Before Xue Yang could answer, the door was suddenly slammed open, and a black figure flew in.

Wei Wuxian and Xue Yang stepped back at the same time and left the square table. Xue Yang snatched away the spirit bag with quick eyes and hands. Song Lan gently put one hand on the table, flipped it up in the air, landed on the table, and lost all his strength. Then he suddenly raised his head and looked at the door, with black blood streaks crawling up his cheeks.

Wen Ning, dragging an iron chain on his body and carrying a gust of white mist and black wind, broke through the door and entered.

As early as when the first flute sound was played, Wei Wuxian had already issued the order to summon Wen Ning. He said to Wen Ning: "Go out and fight, don't beat them to pieces. Watch out for the living people and don't let other zombies get close."

Wen Ning raised his right hand, and a chain was thrown towards him. Song Lan raised his fly whisk to meet it, and the two objects hit each other and became entangled. Wen Ning grabbed the chain and stepped back. Song Lan didn't let go and was dragged out of the door. The children of the aristocratic families had hid in another shop next to the house, stretching their necks and staring intently. Whisk, iron rope, long sword, jingling, sparks flying. I just feel that the fight between these two vicious corpses is really fierce. Their moves are fierce and their punches hit the flesh. Only the vicious corpses can fight so roughly. If two living people fought like this, they would already have missing arms and legs, and their brains would explode. Got it!

Xue Yang said: "Who do you think will win?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Do you need to guess? Wen Ning must win."

Xue Yang said: "It's a pity that I hammered so many skull nails into him, but he still refuses to obey. Some things are too self-reliant and it's very troublesome."

Wei Wuxian said in a neutral tone, "Wen Ning is not a thing."

Xue Yang laughed and said, "Don't you see the ambiguity in this statement?" When he said the word "you", he suddenly drew his sword and stabbed him. Wei Wuxian dodged and said, "Do you often sneak attack in the middle of saying something like this?"

Xue Yang said in surprise: "Of course. Am I a gangster? You didn't just know that. I don't want to kill you, I just want you to be immobile. Come back with me first and slowly help me repair this soul."

Wei WuXian said, "I've already been told that there's nothing I can do."

Xue Yang said: "Don't refuse in such a hurry. You have no clue on your own. The two of us can discuss it." Before he could finish his words this time, he struck out with another sword. Wei Wuxian dodged and dodged among the paper figurine fragments on the floor, thinking to himself: "This little gangster is really good at it." Seeing Xue Yang's sword coming out faster and faster, and the places he stabbed becoming more and more cunning and vicious, he couldn't bear it. Zhu said: "Are you bullying my body for its low spiritual power?"

Xue Yang said: "Yes!"

Wei Wuxian finally met someone who was more shameless than him, and he smiled back and said, "I'd rather offend a hero than a gangster. I'm talking about you. If I don't fight you, let's find someone else."

Xue Yang said with a smile: "Who should I replace him with? That Hanguang-Jun? I asked more than three hundred zombies to outflank him, and he..."

Before he finished speaking, a line of white clothes descended from the sky, and Bichen's cold and clear blue light hit him head-on.