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Do you really want him to destroy the Mo family's door?
Honestly, it's not that difficult.
Wei Wuxian swayed back to the west courtyard of the Mo family. The few Lan family disciples were standing on the roof and eaves, discussing something in awe.
Although the aristocratic family that surrounded and suppressed him had a big head in the Gusu Lan Clan, but at that time these juniors were either not born or only a few years old, and they were not disgusted by them. Wei Wuxian stopped and watched to see how they acted. Looking at it, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Why are those black flags fluttering in the wind on the roofs and eaves of the walls so familiar?
This kind of flag is called "calling yīn flag", if cha is on a living person, it will attract yīn spirits, unjust souls, corpses, and evil spirits within a certain range, and only attack the living person. Because the person who is caught by the flag seems to become a living target, it is also called "target flag". You can also cha on the house, but there must be a living person in the house, then the attack range will expand to everyone in the house. Because there must be yīn around the cha flag, like a black wind circling, it is also called "black wind flag". They set up a flag formation in the west courtyard and kept others from approaching. They must have wanted to lead the corpses here and catch them all.
As for why it's familiar... can it not be familiar? The maker of the Zhaoyin Banner is the ancestor of Yiling!
It seems that even though the comprehension world yells at him, it does what he does.
A disciple standing on the eaves saw him watching and said, "Go back, this is not the place you should come."
Although it was driving, it was kind, and the tone was very different from that of the servants of the Mo family. Wei Wuxian, taking advantage of his surprise, jumped up and took off a flag.
The disciple was startled, jumped off the wall and chased after him: "Don't move around, this is not something you should take!"
Wei Wuxian shouted as he ran, his hair was disheveled, and he was dancing. He was a complete lunatic, "No! No! I want this! I want it!"
The disciple caught up with him in two steps, grabbed his arm and said, "You still haven't returned? If you don't, I'll beat you!"
Wei Wuxian held on to the flag and didn't let go, the young man named the leader was arranging the flag formation, but when he was alerted by this side, he jumped off the eaves lightly, and said, "Jingyi, forget it, just take it back, why bother with it? He counts."
Lan Jingyi said, "SiZhui, I didn't really hit him! Look at him, he made a mess of the flag formation!"
During the tugging, Wei WuXian quickly finished checking the summoning flag in his hand. The decoration and painting method is correct, and there is no shortage of incantations. There are no mistakes and omissions, and there will be no mistakes in use. It's just that the people who draw the flag are inexperienced, and the incantations they draw can only attract evil spirits and walking corpses within a maximum of five miles. However, it's enough. How can such a small place like Mojiazhuang have any ferocious ghosts. corpse.
Lan Sizhui smiled at him and said, "Young Master Mo, it's getting dark, and the corpses are about to be caught here. It's dangerous at night, so you better go back to your house."
Wei WuXian looked at the young man and saw that he was gentle and graceful, with a good appearance and a small smile on the corner of his mouth. This sub-flag array is well-organized, and the tutoring is really good. don't know who can bring out such a junior in the old-fashioned place of the Lan family.
Lan SiZhui said again, "This flag..." Before he could finish speaking, Wei WuXian threw the Zhaoyin flag to the ground and hummed, "It's just a broken flag, what's so great! I've painted better than you guys. now!"
After he threw it away, he ran away, and several teenagers who were still leaning on the roof to watch the excitement almost fell from the eaves with laughter listening to his outrageous words. Lan Jingyi also laughed angrily, picked up the summoning flag and said, "What a lunatic!"
Wei Wuxian continued to wander around for two laps, before returning to Mo Xuanyu's small courtyard.
The door latch was broken, and there was no one to clean up the ground, so he ignored it, picked a spot on the ground to clean up, and continued to meditate.
Unexpectedly, before he sat down until dawn, there were bursts of noise from the outside world that pulled him out of the meditative state.
A chaotic footstep mixed with cries and screams quickly approached. Wei WuXian heard a few words repeated over and over again: "...rush in and drag them out!" "Report to the official!"
He opened his eyes, and several domestic servants had broken in.
The whole yard was brightly lit, and someone shouted: "Drag this murderous lunatic to the lobby and let him pay for his life!"
The author has something to say: the attack did not come out, the attack is in the column of the protagonist of the copy.
Okay, he's gone crazy, those who haven't left, thank you...
Yesterday, the first and second chapters commented a lot QVQ thank you all. Wait for me to reply slowly.
Piece, Mo Ziyuan originally called Mrs. Mo "Mom!", in fact, ancient people really called it "mama" _(:з)∠)_ is a more colloquial and casual name.
☆、The wild second 2
Wei Wuxian immediately thought that there was something wrong with the flag formation of those young men.
The things he made, a little careless use would lead to serious disasters, which is why he went out of his way to confirm whether the painting method of the Zhaoyin flag was wrong. So when a few pairs of big hands carried him and dragged him out, Wei Wuxian straightened up and let them drag him. Drag it to the East Hall, it was so lively, there were no less people than the townspeople of Mojiazhuang gathered at this time during the day, all the servants and relatives came out, some of them were wearing middle clothes, and they couldn't comb their hair. apprehensive. Mrs. Mo was paralyzed on the seat, there were still tears on her cheeks, and there were still tears in her eyes. However, as soon as Wei Wuxian was dragged in, her tears instantly turned into a cold glow of resentment.
There was a human-shaped thing lying on the ground, the body was covered with a white cloth, and only one head was exposed. Lan SiZhui and the other teenagers had solemn expressions on their faces, leaning over to check, and talking in a low voice. The voice leaked into Wei Wuxian's ears:
"... found that the time was less than a stick of incense?"
"Just after subduing the walking corpse, we rushed from the west yard to the east yard, and the corpse was on the corridor."
This figure is Mo Ziyuan. Wei Wuxian glanced at it, and couldn't help but look at it again.
This corpse looks like Mo Ziyuan, but it doesn't look like Mo Ziyuan. Although his face and facial features are clearly like his cheap cousin, but his cheeks are deeply sunken, his eye sockets and eyeballs are protruding, and his skin is wrinkled. Compared with Mo Ziyuan, who was just a young man, he seems to be twenty years old. . It was as if he had been sucked in blood and turned into a skeleton covered with a very thin layer of skin.
Wei Wuxian was taking a closer look when Mrs. Mo suddenly rushed over. A cold light flashed in her hand, and she was holding a dagger. Lan SiZhui was quick to shoot him down. Before he could speak, Mrs. Mo screamed at him, "My son died tragically, I want to avenge him! What are you stopping me for?"
Wei WuXian hid behind Lan SiZhui again, squatted and said, "Your son died tragically, what does it have to do with me!"
Lan SiZhui watched Wei WuXian make a fuss in the East Hall during the day, and later heard a lot of rumors about this illegitimate child adding fuel to jealousy. : "Mrs. Mo, the shape of Ling Lang's corpse has been sucked out of blood. It is clearly killed by evil spirits. It should not be done by him."
Mrs. Mo's chest rose and fell: "What do you know! This lunatic's father is a cultivator, and he must have learned a lot of sorcery!"
Lan SiZhui said, "This, Madam has no evidence, or..."
"The evidence is on my son!" Mrs. Mo pointed to the corpse on the ground: "See for yourself! A Yuan's corpse has already told me who killed him!"
Without anyone else doing it, Wei WuXian hurriedly lifted the white cloth from head to toe. There was one thing missing from Mo Ziyuan's body.
One of his left arms was missing from the shoulders. The limbs are mutilated!
Mrs. Mo said: "Did you see it? Here today, you all heard it? What did this madman say? He said that if A Yuan touches his things again, he will cut off A Yuan's arm! "
After being excited, she covered her face and choked up: "...I only have pity on my A Yuan, who has never touched anything with this lunatic. Not only was he framed by him, but he also killed him because of his madness..."
frenzied!
I haven't heard this evaluation applied to myself for many years, it's really kind. Wei Wuxian pointed at himself, but he was speechless. I don't know if he was sick or if Mrs. Mo was sick, she killed him with a casual sentence. When he was young, he said a lot about ruthless words such as exterminating clans, slaughtering corpses, killing millions of corpses, bloodshed and drifting sculls, but most of the time it was just that. If he could really do it, he would have dominated the cultivation world long ago. Mrs. Mo didn't want to avenge her son at all, she just wanted someone to vent her grievances. Wei Wuxian didn't bother with her, he thought for a while, put his hand into Mo Ziyuan's arms, searched, and took out something. When I unfolded it, it turned out to be a summoning flag.
In an instant, his heart was bright, and he secretly said: Do your own sin, don't live!
When Lan Sizhui and the others saw what Mo Ziyuan took out from his arms, they also understood what was going on.
Lenovo's farce today is not difficult to guess the cause and effect: Mo Ziyuan was mad at Mo Xuanyu during the day, and he hated him so much that he wanted to settle accounts with him, but Mo Xuanyu ran outside and was nowhere to be seen for a long time. Mo Ziyuan wanted to teach him a lesson when he returned at night.
At night, he secretly went out and passed by the West Courtyard, but saw the chaotic flag on the eaves of the wall.
Although he had been told thousands of times not to go out in the middle of the night, not to go to the West Courtyard, and not to move these black flags, Mo Ziyuan thought that this was only because they were afraid of being stolen from the rare magic weapon, so he deliberately threatened them. How ominous the effect of the flag is, when you carry it in your arms, the whole person becomes a living target. He was used to stealing Mo Xuanyu's talisman and artifact, and when he saw such a strange object, he was very itchy. He had to get it, so he quietly took one while the flag's masters subdued the walking corpse in the west courtyard.
A total of six summoning flags were used in the flag formation, five of which were set up in the west courtyard, and the Lan family members were used as bait, but they were carrying an unknown number of immortal artifacts with them. And although Mo Ziyuan only stole one side, he didn't have any self-defense tools on his body, and when the persimmon picked softly, the evil spirits would naturally be attracted to him. If it's just a walking corpse, that's fine, even if you bite a few bites, you won't die in a while. Unfortunately, this summoning flag unintentionally summoned something more terrifying than a walking corpse. And it was this unknown evil that killed Mo Ziyuan and took one of his arms!
Wei Wuxian raised his wrist, and sure enough, a wound on his left hand had healed. It seems that the forbidden art of offering homes has already taken Mo Ziyuan's death as his credit. After all, the summoning flag was originally made and passed down by him. Yīn was wrong, and he hit right, Mo Ziyuan actually solved a big problem for him.
Mrs. Mo was well aware of some of her son's minor problems, and she quickly guessed the general shape, but she would never admit that Mo Ziyuan's death was caused by him. Only Chazhan threw it at Wei Wuxian's head and face: "If you hadn't framed him in front of so many people yesterday, would he have gone out at midnight? It's all your fault!"
Wei Wuxian was prepared, and dodged. Mrs. Mo screamed at Lan SiZhui again, "And you! You useless people, you can't even protect a child! A Yuan is only in his teens!"
Several teenagers are still young, and they have only come out to practice a few times. They have not detected any abnormality in this place. They never expected such a ferocious evil spirit. After all the indiscriminate insults, his face was slightly blue. After all, he was born in a famous family, and no one dared to treat the juniors of his family like this. The Gusu Lan family was extremely strict, so although they were unhappy in their hearts, they all suppressed it vigorously, and their faces were ugly. Wei Wuxian couldn't take it any longer.
He thought to himself: "After so many years, the Lan family is still such a virtuous person. What are you going to do with your self-discipline? You can't hold yourself back. Look at me!" Who really treats others as their own servants? People have come all the way to get rid of demons and demons without taking a penny, and they owe you anything? Do you understand people's language? Yesterday, I repeatedly told you not to touch anything in the formation and not to approach the West Courtyard. You go out in the middle of the night to touch the dog. Blame me? Blame him? Blame them?"
Madam Mo was extremely sad and resentful, thinking about the word "death" in her heart. She didn't want to die to accompany her son, but to kill everyone in the world, especially the few people in front of her! She always instructed her husband and shoved him when she was in trouble: "Call someone! Call everyone in!"
Her husband was mute. wonder if the death of the only son was too big a blow, and he pushed her backhand. Mrs. Mo was suddenly pushed to the ground, stunned.
In the past, there was no need for Mrs. Mo to push him, as long as her voice was a little louder, he would do it, and he still dared to fight back today!
All the servants were frightened by her face, A Ding shivered to help her up, Madam Mo covered her heart, and said with a trembling voice: "You...you...you get out of me too!"
As if her husband hadn't heard of it, Mrs. Mo looked like she was about to faint. A Ding winked at A Tong several times, and A Tong hurriedly walked out with his master on his back. The inside and outside of the East Hall was in chaos. Seeing that the family was finally quiet, Wei Wuxian was about to continue to examine the body to determine what evil it was, but he didn't take a second to look at it, and another high-pitched scream came from the yard and rushed through the door.
The people in the hall poured out. saw two people twitching on the ground in the east courtyard. A paralyzed Aston is alive. The other fell to the ground, his blood seemed to have been hollowed out by the suction, wrinkled and withered, one left arm was gone, and there was no blood to bleed from the wound. The shape of the corpse was exactly the same as that of Mo Ziyuan.
Just as Mrs. Mo got rid of Ading's support, when she saw the corpse that fell to the ground, her eyes straightened, and she finally lost the strength to attack and fainted. Wei Wuxian happened to be standing near her, and he helped her up and gave it to A Ding, who rushed forward. Looking at his wrist, another scar disappeared.
Just after stepping over the threshold of the hall and before leaving the East Courtyard, Mrs. Mo's husband died tragically on the spot, but it happened in an instant. Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi and the others also turned pale. Lan SiZhui quickly calmed down and asked the squatted A-Tong, "Did you see anything?"
Ah Tong was so frightened that he couldn't even open his teeth. He couldn't ask a question for a while, but kept shaking his head. Lan SiZhui was so anxious that he asked his fellow sect to bring him into the room and turned to Lan JingYi: "Has the signal been sent?"
Lan Jingyi said: "The signal has been sent, but if there are no seniors nearby who can come to support, our people will probably take an hour to arrive at the earliest. What should I do now? I don't even know what it is. Let's go. Or keep?"
The evil has arrived, if they leave, I am afraid that the remaining Mo family will not escape this disaster. Lan Sizhui gritted his teeth and said, "Shou, wait for someone to come."
Now that the distress signal has been issued, other monks will arrive to support it soon. In order to avoid more troubles, Wei Wuxian should retreat. It's okay if the person who came here doesn't know each other. If someone happened to have a fight with him or had a fight, it's hard to say what would happen.
But the curse of the sacrifice of the forbidden technique is still alive, and he cannot leave Mojiazhuang at the moment. And the thing that was summoned took two lives in such a short period of time, its ferocity is extraordinary, if Wei Wuxian left now, there is no guarantee that this place will not be wiped out, and when people arrive, maybe the entire Mo family Zhuang has swept across the street with a corpse missing from his left arm.