I made a lot of people waiting for this part to end _(:з)∠)_ So I said earlier that you can fatten up or wait until the end to decide whether to watch it or not. And I said that I will try strange writing methods, including but not limited to the extremely long and extremely long memory killing (.

You can fatten up or give up writing, but you can't hit me! Love the author!

It's a little late today to sort out the thank you list for the Overlord ticket, and will thank you tomorrow~

☆, Yangyang fifth

Wei Wuxian lay down all night, thinking about what happened to Lan Wangji over the years.

The next morning when he opened his eyes, Lan Wangji disappeared without a trace. He was lying on the couch with his hands by his side, and was put in a well-mannered and self-abiding posture, and he was still covered with a quilt.

Wei Wuxian lifted the quilt and buried the five fingers of his right hand in his hair. After slept in the middle of the night, the absurd and terrifying inexplicable feeling in heart still lingered.

The wooden door of the quiet room gently knocked twice, and Lan SiZhui's voice sounded outside, "Mr. Mo? Are you awake?"

Wei Wuxian: "Why did you call me so early?!"

Lan Sizhui: "It's already... it's already time."

The Lan family used to be sluggish at the beginning of the year, and it was regular, while Wei Wuxian was the one who was ugly at the same time, and it was also very regular, an hour later than his family. He lay on his stomach in the middle of the night, his waist was slightly sore, and said, "I can't get up."

Lan Sizhui: "Uh, what's the matter with you?"

Wei Wuxian: "What's wrong with me. I was slept by your family, Hanguang-Jun!"

Lan Jingyi's voice also sounded menacingly from far to near: "We won't spare you if you talk nonsense. Come out!"

Wei WuXian said wrongly, "Really! He slept with me all night! I won't go out, I don't have the face, why don't you guys come in."

People around Hanguang-jun's residence could not step in at will, and they could only shout outside. Lan Jingyi said angrily, "I'm really not ashamed! It's not like Hanguang-jun has a broken sleeve, he sleeps with you?! If you don't go to sleep, he will be grateful to the heaven. Get up! Take your donkey away and treat it well. , the noise is dead!"

Mentioning his mount, Wei Wuxian hurriedly got up: "What did you do to my donkey?! Don't move it, it's going to die."

He walked out of the quiet room, and the two led them to a piece of green and rough ground. As expected, the donkey was screaming and making a lot of noise. The reason for yelling was because it wanted to eat rough, but there were more than a dozen balls of rolling white pom-poms gathered on the rough ground, making it impossible for it to swallow.

Wei WuXian happily said, "A lot of rabbits! Come here, fork and fork, roasted!"

Lan Jingyi's seven orifices smoked: "Yunshen doesn't know where to ban killing! Quickly let him shut up, people who read it earlier have come to ask several times!"

Wei WuXian ate the apple from the breakfast brought to him, and sure enough, the donkey didn't care about howling as soon as he nibbled at the apple, and chewed his lips. Wei WuXian stroked the back of its neck while hitting on these juniors with the idea of ​​passing the jade decree. He pointed at the round white rabbits all over the floor, and said, "I really can't bake it? Will I be kicked down the mountain if I bake it?"

Lan Jingyi said, "This is raised by Lord Hanguang, you dare to bake it!"

Hearing this, Wei Wuxian almost fell to the ground with a smile, thinking to himself, "Lan Zhan is really! He didn't even want to give him away before, but now he's secretly raising a large group. He also said no, who to coax? Forgive my life, he actually likes it. Such a white and hairy little thing! How can he keep it? Hanguang-jun is holding a rabbit with a straight face, oh my, I'm going to die..."

But when he thought of the scene last night again, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

At this moment, from the west side where Yunshen was unknown, there were bursts of bells.

The sound of the bell was completely different from the sound of the hour-keeping bell. It was rapid and intense, as if a madman who had lost his mind was beating. Lan Jingyi and Lan SiZhui's expressions changed drastically, and they didn't care about making fun of him anymore, so they left him and ran away. Wei Wuxian knew something was different and quickly followed.

The bells came from a turret.

This corner tower is called the "Nether Room", and the surrounding walls are made of special materials with incantations. When the bell on the turret rang spontaneously, it indicated that something had happened: the person who performed the spiritual ceremony inside had an accident.

Outside the corner tower, more and more children and disciples of the Lan family came around, but no one dared to enter rashly. The door to the underworld was a dark wooden door that was firmly locked and could only be opened from the inside. Destruction from outside bào force is not only difficult, but also violates taboos. Moreover, there was an accident in the soul-calling ceremony, which was a very scary thing, because no one knew what souls would be summoned, and what would happen if they rashly broke in. And since the establishment of the underworld, there has almost never been a case of failure in summoning the soul, which is even more worrying.

Wei Wuxian had a bad premonition when he saw that Lan Wangji did not appear. If Lan WangJi was still somewhere in Yunshen, he should have rushed over when he heard the alarm bell, unless... suddenly, the black door was slammed open, and a student in white stumbled out.

He was unsteady on the soles of his feet and rolled down the steps as soon as he rushed out. The door of the dark room closed automatically, as if someone threw it angrily.

Others hurriedly helped the disciple up. After being picked up, he immediately fell down again, uncontrollably bursting into tears, grabbing at the person and saying, "It shouldn't be... It shouldn't be recruited... It shouldn't be..."

Wei WuXian grabbed his hand, looked him in the eye, and said solemnly, "What are you recruiting for the soul? Who else is inside?!"

The student seemed to have difficulty breathing, opened his mouth and said, "Hanguang-Jun, let me escape..."

Before he could finish speaking, dark red blood gushed out from his nose and mouth.

Wei WuXian pushed the person into Lan SiZhui's arms. The rough bamboo flute was still around his waist. He took two steps up several steps, kicked the door of the dark room, and shouted sharply, "Open!"

The door of the dark room opened its mouth like a wild laugh, and suddenly opened. Wei Wuxian immediately dodged inside. The door closed right behind him. Several students were shocked and rushed up, but the door could not be opened no matter what.

Lan Jingyi threw himself at the door, startled and angry, and blurted out, "Who is this lunatic?!"

Lan Sizhui supported the disciple, gritted his teeth and said, "...I don't care who he is, come and help me. His seven orifices are bleeding!"

As soon as Wei Wuxian entered the dark room, he felt a suppressed black energy coming from his face.

This black qi seems to be a mixture of resentment, anger and madness, almost visible to the eyes, surrounded by it, the person's chest is dull and painful. The length and width of the underworld were more than thirty feet wide, and several people were dazed in the four corners. On the formation in the center of the ground, the object of this summoning was erected.

Nothing but an arm. It was the one brought back from Mojiazhuang!

It is facing the ground, standing upright like a stick, four fingers forming a fist, index finger sticking out, as if pointing at someone. The endless black qi that filled the entire dark room was emitted from it.

The people who participated in the soul-calling ceremony fled and fell down. Only Lan Wangji, who was in the chair of the East Head, was still sitting upright.

He was sitting upright, with a guqin beside him, his hands not on the strings, but the strings were vibrating and buzzing. Originally, he seemed to be listening intently to the sound of something, and only then did he raise his head when he noticed that someone was breaking in.

Lan Wangji's face was always calm, Wei Wuxian couldn't see what he was thinking, he turned around and stepped on the west end, pulled out the bamboo flute from his waist, and held it to his lips.

On the west head, Lan Qiren was originally in charge, but now he has fallen to the side, just like the disciple who escaped from the underworld, his seven orifices bleed and he lost his mind. Wei Wuxian took his place, facing Lan Wangji at a distance.

That night in Mojiazhuang, Wei Wuxian first disturbed each other with the whistle, and Lan Wangji struck each other with the sound of the piano from a distance. The two of them accidentally joined forces to suppress the arm. Lan Wangji's eyes met his eyes, and he knew it in his heart. He raised his right hand, and a string of string sounds flowed out. Wei Wuxian immediately matched with the sound of the flute.

They played this piece, called "Soul".

Using the body of the deceased, a part of the body, or a beloved object during his lifetime as a medium, the soul of the dead will follow the sound. Usually it only takes a period of time to see the figure of the dead in the formation. But his song was about to end, and no soul was summoned.

That arm seemed to be angry, the whole body bào bào, and the sense of depression in the air became heavier.

If it was someone else who was guarding the West at this time, he wouldn't be able to escape the bloody end of Lan Qiren's seven orifices. Wei Wuxian was secretly shocked: He and Lan Wangji played "The Conjuring" together and couldn't summon the dead, which was almost impossible. Unless... unless the soul of the deceased is torn apart along with its corpse!

It seems that this man is a little bit worse than him. At the beginning, although his body was bitten to pieces, his soul was still intact.

"The Conjuring" was useless, Lan Wangji changed the tune between his fingers and played another song.

This tune is completely different from the eerie, evocative tune just now. It is quiet and peaceful. These two pieces are famous Xuanmen songs that have been widely circulated. It is not unusual for anyone to play chuī, Wei Wuxian naturally followed.

The name of the flute of the ancestors of Yiling is "Chen qíng", which is very famous. At this time, he responded with a bamboo flute, and deliberately made many mistakes and omissions, and his breath was insufficient, which made it hard to bear to listen. Lan WangJi had never played with such a bad person before, so he played for a while and looked up at him with a blank expression.

Wei Wuxian pretended not to be able to see, turned around and continued to chat, even running a few words. If Lan Qiren was awake, he would definitely scold him, so that if he didn't know how to cheat, don't disturb and smear Lan Wangji's piano sound.

But even if he became this virtue, his effectiveness remained undiminished. Under the combined suppression of the flute and the violin, his hand slowly drooped down. After a while, the door to the dark room bounced open, and sunlight poured in.

It was probably that the alarm bell on the corner tower stopped ringing, and the children and disciples who had been surrounded by the dark room rushed in. Lan SiZhui said, "HanGuang-Jun, Young Master Mo, you guys..."

Finally stopping the terrifying ensemble, Lan Wangji put his hand on the strings to stop the humming of the strings, and said, "Save the people."

Lan Sizhui understood and called the others to lay down several seniors who were bleeding from the seven orifices in the dark room, and carry out treatment. They were administering needles and delivering medicine, and another group of disciples carried a bronze bell and covered the arm again. Although the scene was busy, it was orderly and whispered, and no one made any noise.

Wei WuXian put the bamboo flute back on his waist, crouched down beside the bronze bell, rubbed the inscription on it, and thought.

That night in Mojiazhuang, he judged that the grievances of this arm were all caused by the dismemberment. Because he knew that help would arrive soon, he didn't pay attention. But if it was an ordinary dismemberment, even if the resentment was fierce, the lethality would not be so great.

A well-known person like Lan Qiren has presided over not a thousand or eight hundred soul-calling ceremonies. Among them, there are many fierce and fierce spirits. Even he was injured by its resentment, and his seven orifices were bleeding, and he is still in a coma. I am afraid that the identity of the owner of this arm is not so simple.

Nine times out of ten, he is also a cultivator. Moreover, it is very likely that he is an immortal cultivator with noble status, great power, and great hatred.

However, have not heard of any famous immortal head of aristocratic family who was dismembered and died, or the body disappeared after death.

He looked up at Lan Wangji.

The Gusu Lan Sect strictly abides by the three laws: the first is to restore, the second is to suppress, and the third is to exterminate. This arm has killed and injured several lives, and it is obviously impossible to survive. It is reasonable to say that after the Lan family brought it back, what should be done is the second step, suppression.

But the Lan family did not do this, and chose to summon the soul. Think about it and you can figure out why.

The summoning flags of different grades have different drawing methods and power. The faces Lan SiZhui and the others painted in Mojiazhuang only had a range of five li.

The hand that was summoned had a strong murderous aura, feeding on human bones and blood. If it existed within a five-mile radius of Mojiazhuang from the beginning, with its ferocity, it would never be peaceful, and it would be impossible for Mojiazhuang to be disturbed by walking corpses at night. However, it only appeared suddenly after the Lan family arrived at Mojiazhuang for hunting. It would be a bit reluctant to say that it was not deliberately taken advantage of this opportunity and dropped into this location.

It is self-evident who this is aimed at. Lan WangJi couldn't think of something strange, and the Gusu Lan Sect would have to get to the bottom of it.

Over there, Lan Sizhui said, "Hanguang-Jun, I never imagined that this arm... is so tricky. Medicine pills and needles are ineffective, what should I do?"

Wei WuXian waited for someone to start the conversation, and said hurriedly, "It's not easy! Go back to the source, find its body, and then you can find a way to save people."

If you can find the body of this arm, you will be able to find out the identity of the deceased and the clues to those who secretly attacked the Gusu Lan Clan. And he can take this opportunity to go down the mountain and find a chance to slip away. It can be said to kill three birds with one stone, and everyone is happy.

Although Lan Jingyi knew that he was definitely not a lunatic, he couldn't help but speak to him in a tone of condemnation, saying, "You put it simply, you can't conjure your soul, and it's like this, where can you find it?"

Wei WuXian asked, "Where can I find it? Didn't I show you?"

Lan Jingyi was puzzled: "Show me? Who? Where?"

Wei WuXian smiled and said, "Ask your family, Hanguang-Jun, to go."

Lan Wangji glanced at him and said, "Northwest."

The direction the arm points to is exactly northwest.

The author has something to say: go down the mountain and take the main line.

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☆, Yang Yang fifth 2

Xuanmen Xianshou went out to hunt at night, often shouting and hugging, which was very pompous. But Lan Wangji is always alone, and this arm is wicked and weird. A little carelessness may cause harm to others. He did not bring the family or other disciples, but only brought Wei Wuxian with him, staring at him. Stare more and more tightly. Wei Wuxian's wishful thinking of escaping slapped loudly, but he never made it. On the way, he tried to escape several times, but all of them ended up being led back by Lan Wangji, who carried his clothes with one hand.

He suffered losses several times, and he couldn't help thinking: "This person has grown up, and he is more boring than before, and he is getting more and more bored. He used to tease him, and he knew how to be ashamed, and it was fun to be ashamed. Know how to fight back!"

Following the guidance of the left hand, the two went all the way to the northwest. A piece of "Rest in Peace" was played in ensemble every day to temporarily ease its anger and murderous aura. As it approached the Qinghe area, the arm's guiding posture that had been maintained for a long time suddenly changed.

It retracted its index finger and formed a fist with five fingers. This means that what this hand is guiding is nearby.

As they walked and visited, they came to a small town in Qinghe.It was daytime, and the streets were very lively with people coming and going.Wei Wuxian followed behind Lan Wangji, when suddenly a pungent scent of fat powder hit his face.