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Xue Yang's chest was slashed by Lan Wangji's sword. Not only was blood splattered on the spot, but the soul-locking bag he had hidden in his arms was also picked up by Bichen's sword tip. Wei Wuxian couldn't see clearly, and said, "Xue Yang! What do you want him to give you back? Shuanghua? Shuanghua is not your sword, why do you say 'give it back to you'? Do you want to lose face?"

Xue Yang burst out laughing: "Senior Wei, you are so merciless."

Wei WuXian said, "Smile, just laugh. Even if you laugh to death, you won't be able to fight all Xiao Xingchen's remaining souls. He disgusts you so much, yet you insist on dragging him back to play games with him."

Xue Yang laughed suddenly, and then cursed: "Who wants to play games with him!"

Wei WuXian said, "Then what do you want to do by kneeling down and begging me to help you repair his soul?"

How could a person as smart as Xue Yang not know that Wei Wuxian was deliberately disrupting him, firstly to make him angry and distracted, secondly to make him curse loudly, so that Lan Wangji could determine his position and attack. But he still couldn't help but answer one sentence after another. He said angrily: "What are you doing? Humph! Don't you know? I will make him into a vicious corpse and an evil spirit, driven by me! Doesn't he want to be a noble man? I will let him kill endlessly and never have peace!"

Wei Wuxian said, "Huh? You hate him so much? Then why did you kill Chang Ping?"

Xue Yang sneered and said: "Why did I kill Chang Ping? Do you even need to ask, Yiling Patriarch! Didn't I tell you? If I said I wanted to kill the whole family of the Yueyang Chang family, not even a single dog would be left for him! "

When he spoke, he was announcing his location, and the sound of the sword piercing his body kept resounding. However, Xue Yang's ability to endure injuries and pain was different from ordinary people. Wei Wuxian had already witnessed it in his empathy, even if he was pierced by a sword. Abdomen, can also talk and laugh as if nothing happened. Wei Wuxian added, "You have a good excuse, but it's a pity that the time is not right. For someone like you who will repay a grudge a thousand times, but you are so ruthless and quick in your actions, why did you really want to kill the whole family and delay the completion for several years? ? You know exactly why you went to kill Chang Ping."

Xue Yang said: "Then tell me, what do I know in my heart? What do I know?!"

He yelled the last sentence. Wei WuXian said: "You can kill if you want, but why do you have to use Lingchi, which represents 'punishment'? If you are avenging yourself, why do you have to use frost flowers instead of your disaster relief? Why do you have to use frost flowers?" Goug out Chang Ping's eyes and make him look like Xiao Xingchen?"

Xue Yang shouted hoarsely: "Nonsense! It's all nonsense! Should I let him die comfortably for revenge?!"

Wei Wuxian said, "You are indeed seeking revenge. But who are you actually seeking revenge for? That's ridiculous. If you really want revenge, the one who deserves to be cut to pieces the most is yourself!"

Two whooshing sounds, and a sharp sound breaking through the air came towards me. Wei Wuxian remained motionless, but Wen Ning stepped in front of him and cut off two skull-piercing nails that glowed with a sinister black light. Xue Yang let out a creepy laugh like a night owl, then stopped suddenly, fell silent, ignored him, and continued to fight with Lan Wangji in the fog. Wei Wuxian thought to himself: "This little gangster has such tenacious vitality. It's as if he can't feel pain at all and is fine wherever he gets hurt. As long as he says a few more words and Lan Zhan stabs him a few more times, I don't believe he will be chopped off." He can still move around with his arms and legs. It's a pity that he didn't fall for the trick!"

At this moment, there was a clear sound of bamboo poles clicking in the mist.

With his mind spinning, Wei Wuxian shouted: "Lan Zhan, where the bamboo sticks make noise!"

Lan Wangji immediately drew his sword. Xue Yang groaned. A moment later, the bamboo pole suddenly sounded in another place a few feet away!

Lan Wangji continued to stab at the source of the sound. Xue Yang said calmly: "Little blind man, if you follow me, aren't you afraid that I will crush you?"

Since being killed by Xue Yang, A-Qing has been hiding in Tibet to prevent him from finding her. For some reason, Xue Yang didn't care much about her, a lonely ghost. He seemed to think she was insignificant and not worth fearing. But at this time, A-Qing was following Xue Yang like a shadow in the mist, banging on the bamboo pole to reveal his position and guide Lan Wangji in the direction of attack!

Xue Yang's movements were extremely fast and he appeared in another place in an instant. However, A-Qing was not slow in running when he was alive. After turning into a ghost, he stayed close to his back like a curse and kept banging the bamboo pole on the ground like a curse. The rattling sound was far and near, left and right, forward and back, and could not be shaken off or shaken off. And as soon as it sounds, Bichen's edge will follow!

In the past, Xue Yang was at ease in the fog, able to hide and make sneak attacks, but now he had to concentrate on dealing with A-Qing. He cursed, threw his hand back and threw a talisman. It was this distraction, accompanied by A-Qing's weird scream, that Bichen pierced his chest!

Although A-Qing's ghost has been defeated by Xue Yang with the talisman, and there is no sound of bamboo poles tapping the ground to reveal his traces, this sword has hit the vital point, and Xue Yang can no longer be as elusive and difficult to capture as before!

In the mist, there were several sounds of coughing up blood. Wei Wuxian threw out an empty soul-locking bag and asked it to save A-Qing's soul. Xue Yang walked a few steps with heavy steps, then suddenly lunged forward, stretched out his hand and roared: "Give it to me!"

Bichen's blue light struck down, and Lan Wangji cut off one of his arms neatly.

Blood sprayed wildly, and there was a large hazy white mist in front of Wei Wuxian that was dyed crimson. The smell of blood was overwhelming, and every breath was filled with the smell of moist rust, but he couldn't care about it at all, he was just busy concentrating on search and rescue and Absorb A-Qing's dispersed ghost. Although Xue Yang still didn't cry out in pain at the other end, there was the sound of a heavy knee hitting the ground. He seemed to have lost too much blood and finally couldn't walk anymore and fell to his knees.

Lan Wangji summoned Bichen again, and with the next strike, Xue Yang's head would be chopped off!

Unexpectedly, at this moment, blue flames suddenly appeared in the white mist.

The spell fire of the teleportation talisman!

Wei Wuxian knew that something bad was going to happen, so he rushed over regardless of the danger in the fog. With this rush, he almost slipped, and the ground where the bloody smell was the thickest was covered with wet blood, which spurted out from Xue Yang's broken arm.

However, Xue Yang's figure disappeared.

Lan Wangji walked over, and Wei Wuxian said, "Gravedigger?"

Xue Yang had been hit by Bichen in a vital part and lost an arm. Judging from the amount of blood loss, he was definitely dead. It was impossible for him to have any extra energy and spiritual power to use the teleportation talisman. Lan Wangji nodded slightly and said, "I stabbed the gravedigger three times and was about to capture him alive. A large number of zombies came to attack him and taught him to escape."

Wei Wuxian said calmly: "The gravedigger has been hit by a sword, but he still wants to take away Xue Yang's body no matter how much spiritual energy he uses. I'm afraid he also knows Xue Yang and knows his true identity. Take away Xue Yang's body... ...To search him for the Yin Tiger Talisman."

It is rumored that after Xue Yang was "cleaned up" by Jin Guangyao, the Yin Tiger Talisman was lost and his whereabouts were unknown. But now it seems that the ninth achievement of the Yin Tiger Talisman is on him. There are thousands of living corpses, walking corpses, and even vicious corpses gathering in Yi City. It may be difficult to control them with corpse poison powder or skull nails alone. Only by using the Yin Tiger Talisman can we explain why Xue Yang can command them at will, making them obey his words and attack one after another. A suspicious and cunning person like him would definitely not place the Yin Tiger Talisman somewhere where he can't see it. Only by hiding it on his body so that he can touch it all the time will he feel safe. When the gravediggers took away his body, they almost took away the Yinhu Talisman.

This matter is no small matter, Wei Wuxian said in a solemn tone: "Now that the matter has come to this, we can only hope that the power of the Yin Tiger Talisman that Xue Yang restored will be limited."

At this time, Lan Wangji gently threw something to him.

Wei Wuxian took it and said, "What?"

Lan Wangji said: "Right hand."

What he threw over was a brand-new Evil-Sealing Universe Bag. Only then did Wei Wuxian remember the purpose of entering Yicheng, and he perked up: "My good brother's right hand?"

Lan Wangji said: "Yeah."

Under the obstacles of gravediggers, walking corpses, and confusing demonic mist, Lan Wangji still took the time to successfully find the right hand of the corpse. Wei Wuxian was convinced and praised him vigorously: "As expected of Lord Hanguang! In this way, we I'm one step ahead again. It's a pity that it's not a head. I still want to see what my good brother looks like, but it's almost over... Where is Song Lan?"

After Xue Yang's body disappeared, the white mist flowed faster and seemed to be a little thinner, making it less difficult to see. Because of this, Wei Wuxian suddenly discovered that Song Lan was missing. Where he originally lay, only Wen Ning was still squatting on the ground, staring blankly.

Lan Wangji put his hand on the hilt of Bichen's sword that had just been sheathed. Wei Wuxian said, "It's okay. Don't be wary. Song Lan is the murderous corpse just now. He should have no intention of attacking, otherwise Wen Ning wouldn't There was no warning. It was probably because he had regained his consciousness and left on his own."

He blew the whistle softly. Wen Ning lowered his head and stood up. Hearing the sound, he retreated and his figure disappeared without a trace in the white mist. The sound of chains mopping the floor gradually faded away. Lan Wangji didn't say anything more, he just said calmly: "Let's go."

They were about to take a step forward when suddenly, Wei Wuxian said, "Wait a minute."

In the pool of blood, he saw something lonely.

A severed left hand. Four fingers were tightly held together, and a little finger was missing.

The fist of this hand is clenched very tightly. Wei Wuxian knelt down and used all his strength to break them apart one by one. After opening it, I found that there was a small candy in my palm.

This candy is slightly black and must not be eaten.

It was held too tightly and was already a little broken.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji returned to Yizhuang together. The door was open. Sure enough, Song Lan was standing next to the coffin where Xiao Xingchen lay, looking down at it.

All the disciples of the famous families drew their swords, huddled together and piled aside, staring warily at the murderous corpse that had just attacked them. Seeing Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji return, they felt as if they were being pardoned, but they did not dare to He yelled, as if he was afraid of waking up or irritating Song Lan. Wei Wuxian walked into Yizhuang and introduced Lan Wangji: "Song Lan, Taoist Master Song Zichen."

Song Lan, who was standing by the coffin, raised her head and turned her eyes to them. Lan Wangji lightly lifted the hem of his clothes, stepped over the high threshold with an elegant posture, and nodded slightly.

Now that Song Lan's consciousness had recovered, her pupils had dropped, and there were a pair of clear black eyes in her eye sockets.

The eyes that belonged to Xiao Xingchen were filled with indescribable sadness.

So, there was no need to ask any more questions, Wei Wuxian knew. During the period when Xue Yang was transformed into a murderous corpse and driven there, he saw everything and remembered everything.

Any further questioning or talking will only increase the helplessness and pain.

After a moment of silence, Wei Wuxian took out two equally thin soul-locking bags, handed them to him, and said, "Taoist Priest Xiao Xingchen, and Miss A-Qing."

Although A-Qing was very afraid of Xue Yang, just now, she still followed the murderer who killed her with his own hands, making him unable to get rid of or hide, until Bichen stabbed her chest with a sword and got her retribution. She was almost knocked out of her mind by Xue Yang's vicious spell. Wei Wuxian picked it up here and there and tried his best to get some of it back. Now, it was broken into pieces, almost like Xiao Xingchen.

Two groups of weak souls, each huddled in a soul-locking bag, seemed to be scattered in the bag if they bumped into each other with a little force. Song Lan's hands were trembling slightly as she took them and held them in her palms. She didn't even dare to lift the tassels for fear of shaking them.

Wei WuXian said, "Daoist Master Song, what are you going to do with the body of Priest Xiao Xingchen?"

Song Lan carefully held the two soul-locking bags with one hand, took out Fuxue with the other hand, and wrote two lines of words on the ground: "The body will be cremated. The soul will rest in peace."

With Xiao Xingchen's soul shattered like this, he will definitely never be able to return to his body. It might as well be cremated. This body dissipates, leaving only the pure soul, which is slowly recuperating, or may one day return to the world.

Wei Wuxian nodded and asked, "What are your plans in the future?"

Song Lan wrote: "With the frost flowers, we travel the world. Together with the stardust, we eliminate demons and evil spirits."

After a pause, he wrote again: "When he wakes up, say sorry, it's not your fault."

These are the words he could not say to Xiao Xingchen before he was alive.

The demonic fog in Yicheng gradually dissipated, and the long streets and side roads could be roughly seen clearly. Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian led a group of children from aristocratic families out of this desolate ghost town. Song Lan said goodbye to them at the city gate.

He was still wearing the pitch-black Taoist robe, alone, carrying two swords, Shuanghua and Fuxue, and two souls, Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing, and embarked on another path.

Not the way they came to Yicheng.

Lan SiZhui stared at his back for a while and said, "'Mingyue Qingfeng Xiao Xingchen, Aoxue Lingshuang Song Zichen'... I wonder if the two of them will get together again."

Wei Wuxian was walking on a road overgrown with weeds when he happened to see a grassy area and thought to himself, "This is where Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing rescued Xue Yang."

Lan Jingyi said: "Now you should tell us what you saw when you were empathizing, right? How could that person be Xue Yang? Why did he pretend to be Xiao Xingchen?"

"Moreover, was that General Ghost just now? Where is General Ghost now? Why haven't you seen him? Is he still in Yicheng? Why did he suddenly appear?"

Wei Wuxian pretended not to hear the second question and said, "Well, this is a very complicated story..."

Along the way, after he finished speaking, there was already a gloomy atmosphere around him, and no one remembered the ghost general anymore.

Lan Jingyi was the first to cry and said: "How could such a thing happen in the world!"

Jin Ling was furious: "That Xue Yang, scum! Scum! It's too easy for him to die! If the fairy were here, I would let the fairy bite him to death!"

Wei Wuxian was horrified: If the fairy were here, Xue Yang would be scared to death before he was bitten to death.

The young man who had praised A-Qing when he peeked through the crack in the door beat his chest and stamped his feet and said, "Miss A-Qing, Miss A-Qing!"

Lan Jingyi cried the loudest and was extremely rude. This time, no one reminded him to stop making noise, because Lan SiZhui's eyes were also red. Fortunately, Lan WangJi didn't stop him. With runny nose and tears streaming down her face, Lan Jingyi suggested, "Let's burn some paper money for Taoist Priest Xiao Xingchen and Miss A-Qing? Isn't there a village at the intersection ahead? Let's go buy something to pay homage to them."

Everyone agreed: "Okay, okay!"

After saying that, they arrived at the village at the intersection of Shibei. Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui couldn't wait to run in and bought some random incense sticks, incense candles, and red and yellow paper money. They walked to the side and built a building with earth, stone and adobe bricks. A group of teenagers squatted on the ground in a circle and began to burn paper money while chanting something like a windproof stove. Wei Wuxian wasn't in a very relaxed mood at first, and he didn't even say a few witty words on the way. Seeing this, he couldn't bear it anymore and said to Lan Wangji: "Hanguang-Jun, look at them doing this kind of thing in front of someone's house. Don't stop it."

Lan Wangji said calmly: "Go and stop it."

Wei Wuxian said, "Okay, I'll help you discipline him."

He then went and said, "Am I not mistaken? All of you are descendants of the Immortal Family. Your parents, mother, uncles, and uncles have never taught you that dead people cannot receive paper money? People are still dead. What kind of money? I can't get it. And this is the doorway of someone else's house. You are burning here..."

Lan Jingyi waved his hand and said: "Go away, go away, you are protected from the wind. If you can't burn it, and you haven't died, how do you know that dead people can't receive paper money?"

Another young man raised his face with tears and ashes on his face, and echoed: "That's right. How do you know? What if you can receive it?"

Wei Wuxian murmured, "How do I know?"

Of course he knows!

In the more than ten years since his death, he never received a single piece of paper money!

Lan Jingyi stabbed him in the heart again: "Even if you can't receive it, it must be because no one burned it for you."

Wei Wuxian asked himself: "How could it be possible? Am I such a failure? No one is willing to burn paper money for me? Is it really because no one burns it for me that I don't receive it?"

The more he thought about it, the more impossible he thought it was. He turned around and asked Lan Wangji quietly: "Hanguang-Jun, have you ever burned paper money for me? At least you have burned it for me, right?"

Lan Wangji glanced at him, lowered his head and brushed away some paper dust stained on the bottom of his sleeves, and looked into the distance quietly without saying a word.

Wei Wuxian looked at An Ran's profile and thought to himself, "No way?"

Really not? !

At this time, a villager came over with an earthen bow on his back and said dissatisfied: "Why are you burning it here? This is the door of my house, so unlucky!"

Wei Wuxian said, "Look, you were scolded, right?"

These teenagers had never done anything like this before. They didn't know that burning paper money at someone's door was unlucky, so they apologized profusely. Lan SiZhui hurriedly wiped his face and said, "Is this the door to your home?"

The villager said: "Hey, what are you talking about, kid? Three generations of my family have lived here. Is it my family or yours?"

Jin Ling became unhappy after hearing his tone and stood up: "Why did you say that?"

Wei Wuxian pressed his head and pushed it down. Lan SiZhui added, "That's it. Sorry, my question just now has no other meaning. It's just that we passed this house last time and saw another hunter here, so I asked this question."

The villager said blankly: "Another hunter? What other one?"

He made a sign of "three" and said: "My family is a single generation of three generations! I am the only one with no brothers! My father died long ago, and my wife has not married or given birth to a child. Where can I find another hunter?"

Lan Jingyi said: "It's true!" He also stood up and said: "He was well dressed and wearing a big hat, and he was sitting in your yard with his head bowed and repairing his bow and arrows, as if he was going to go hunting soon. We're here When we were here, we even asked him for directions. He was the one who pointed us in the direction of Yicheng!"

The villager spat: "Nonsense! Did you really see him sitting in my yard? I don't have such a person in my family! The ghosts in Yicheng beat people to death. Are they showing you the way? Is it because they want to kill you! What you saw It must be a ghost!"

He spat several times to get rid of his bad luck, shook his head and turned away, leaving only a group of teenagers looking at each other. Lan Jingyi still defended: "It is true that I was sitting in this courtyard, I remember it very clearly..."

Wei Wuxian said a few words to Lan Wangji briefly, then turned around and said, "Understood, you were led to Yicheng. The hunter who showed you the way was not a villager here at all. He was pretending to be someone with ulterior motives. of."

Jin Ling asked: "Has someone been deliberately leading us here since we killed cats and dumped their bodies along the way? Is that fake hunter the one who did these things?"

Wei WuXian said, "It's almost like ten."

Lan SiZhui asked confused: "Why did he go to such trouble to lead us to Yicheng?"

Wei Wuxian said: "We don't know yet, but you must be careful in the future. If you encounter something weird like this again, don't investigate it yourself. Contact the family first, send more people, and act together. If it weren't for Lord Hanguang this time, Also in Yicheng, your lives are at risk."

Thinking of what would happen if they fell in Yicheng, the hair on many people's backs stood up. Whether he was surrounded by corpses or faced with the living demon Xue Yang, the situation was chilling.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian led a group of disciples from aristocratic families for a while, and when it was getting dark, they arrived at the city where they kept their dogs and donkeys.

The lights in the city are brightly lit and people are noisy. Everyone thought: This is where living people live.

Wei Wuxian opened his hands to the donkey and shouted, "Little Apple!"

Little Apple yelled at him angrily, and then Wei Wuxian heard a barking and immediately jumped behind Lan Wangji. The fairy also rushed over, a dog and a donkey faced each other, baring their teeth at each other.

Lan Wangji said: "Tie it up. Eat."

He dragged Wei Wuxian, who was almost clinging to his back, toward the second floor under Cha Sheng's guidance. Jin Ling and others wanted to follow, but Lan Wangji turned back and glanced at them with unclear meaning. Lan SiZhui immediately said to the others: "The long seats and the young seats have to be separated. Let's stay on the first floor."

Lan Wangji nodded slightly and continued walking up with an indifferent expression. Jin Ling stood hesitantly on the stairs, unable to go up or down. Wei Wuxian turned around and chuckled: "Adults and children should be separated. There are some things you'd better not see."

Jin Ling curled his lips and said, "Who wants to see it?"

Lan Wangji ordered someone to book a table for a group of disciples from aristocratic families on the first floor. He and Wei Wuxian asked for a private room on the second floor and sat across from each other.

Wei Wuxian said: "Hanguang Lord, listen to me, your family must not be responsible for the aftermath of Yicheng City. If such a big city really needs to be cleaned up, it will cost a lot of money in all aspects, and it will be very difficult. .Zhongshu is not the jurisdiction of the Gusu Lan Sect in the first place. You can click on the group of juniors downstairs and see which families they belong to. Counting each of their families' share, those who should contribute should still do their best."

Lan Wangji said: "You can consider it."

Wei WuXian said, "Think about it carefully. Everyone likes to have prey to grab, and push back and forth when they have responsibilities. Today you have suffered this loss. If you spoil others, they may not understand your situation. The more times you do it, the more others will think it's natural for you to stand up for yourself when trouble comes. That's how things are in the world."

After a pause, he continued: "But it is unlucky to say that Yicheng is too remote, and there is no observation tower. Otherwise, Jin Ling Sizhui and the others would not have accidentally bumped into it. The souls of Miss A-Qing and Taoist Priest Xiao Xingchen It won't take so many years to see the light of day again."

Xuanmen aristocratic families, large and small, are scattered all over the place, and most of them live in prosperous cities that extend in all directions, or in spiritual places with beautiful mountains and clear waters. However, no family is willing to stay in some remote and barren places, and few well-educated casual cultivators travel there. Therefore, when demons and demons cause trouble in these places, the local people are often miserable and have no way to seek help. When Jin Guangshan, the previous head of the Lanling Jin Sect, was still alive, Jin Guangyao had put forward ideas about this, but due to the huge consumption, Jin Guangshan did not have a positive attitude towards it. In addition, the Lanling Jin Sect's appeal was not strong enough at the time. If it is not taken seriously, it will be left alone.

After Jin Guangyao officially succeeded the family head and ascended the throne as Immortal Governor, he began to gather and allocate manpower and material resources from various families to implement his original idea. Initially, there was a strong voice of opposition, and many people questioned whether the Lanling Jin family could benefit from this and line their own pockets. Jin Guangyao wore a smile on his face and worked hard for five years. In these five years, he formed alliances with countless people and fell out with countless people. He used both soft and hard tactics and used all means to finally defeat him and build a new world. There are more than 1,200 "lookout towers".

These "watchtowers" are distributed in these remote and barren lands, and each one is assigned disciples transferred from various families. If there is an abnormality, they will act immediately. If it cannot be solved, they will quickly send a notification and seek help from other families or casual cultivators. If the monks who came to help asked for compensation, the locals could not afford it, and the money raised by the Lanling Jin family every year was enough to cope with it.

These were all things that happened after the death of the ancestor of Yiling. The two of them passed by several watchtowers during their travels, and only then did Wei Wuxian hear the whole story from Lan Wangji. It is said that Jinlin Tower is preparing to build a second batch of observation towers, which will be expanded to 3,000 to cover a wider area. Although these observation towers were soon widely praised for their remarkable effectiveness after they were completed, the voices of doubt and ridicule have never stopped, and there will definitely be another huge uproar by then.

After a while, the food was served, and so was the wine. Wei Wuxian glanced at the table seemingly casually, almost half of it was red and spicy. He paid attention to Lan Wangji's chopsticks and found that he mostly touched light dishes. Occasionally he reached for the bright red plate. His expression did not change when he entered, and his heart moved slightly. Lan Wangji noticed his gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wei Wuxian slowly poured a glass and said, "I want someone to drink with me."