Wei Wuxian took the white stone, and after a closer look, he found that there was a little white thing in the stone, which looked like... a human phalanx.

His heart was bright, Nie Huaisang wiped away the sweat, and said, "That... Young Master Jin... I don't know how to blow up a dòng on the wall, he can blow up such a thick wall, he must be wearing it on his body. There are a lot of magic weapons, not the point... I mean, the place he blasted happened to be the earliest sacrificial sword hall built by our family in Xingluling. The soil was used to isolate the yang energy in the middle to prevent them from easily turning into corpses, but the corpses were directly poured into the plaster. Therefore, Young Master Jin blew a dòng, but did not notice that he actually blew up a white bone buried in the wall. Shortly after he entered, he was sucked into the wall of the stone castle, replacing the corpse he blew up... I go to Xingluling to check on it regularly. When I went there today, I saw this, I just picked up a piece Stone, a dog came to bite me, sigh... The sacrificial sword hall is almost the same as our family's ancestral grave, I really..."

The more Nie Huaisang said it, the more saddened he became. He said, "Ordinary cultivators, knowing that this is my family's territory, would never hunt at night in the Qinghe area. Who knows..."

Who knew that he was so unlucky. First, Jin Ling, who never followed the rules, set his sights on Xingluling, and then came Lan Wei and the two who came from the direction of the ghost-hunting hand. He said again: "Hanguang-Jun, and this one... I said it, you must not spread it out. Otherwise..."

Otherwise, the Qinghe Nie Sect is already half dead now, and if this kind of thing spreads again, Nie Huaisang will become a sinner through the ages, and he will have no face to face his ancestors.

Wei Wuxian looked at Nie Huaisang and thought to himself, he has had a really hard time all these years. No wonder Nie Huaisang would rather be the laughing stock of the family than practice diligently, and even more so, dare not take the sword for the sword. If he succeeds in his cultivation, he will become more and more irritable, and finally, like his eldest brother and his ancestors, he will explode into a frenzy and die. After his death, he will have to haunt the world with his sword, causing the whole family to be restless.

Also inexplicable. Since the first generation of ancestors, the Nie family has come here. Do they want future generations to deny the path and foundation opened up by their ancestors? Xianmen aristocratic families have their own strengths, just like the Gusu Lan clan is good at melody, and the Qinghe Nie clan's sword spirit The ferocity and lethality of the weapon are precisely the reason why it can stand out from the crowd. If you turn your back on the teachings of the ancestors, start all over again, and find a new way, it will take many years and you will not be able to succeed. And Nie Huaisang didn't dare to betray the Nie family and change his way. Therefore, it can only be a pustule waste.

If he were not the owner of the house, he would be much more comfortable than he is now if he spent his whole life swimming around the lake, painting fans, and playing with fish and birds. But since his eldest brother has passed away, no matter how powerless he is, he can only carry the burden of the family and move forward.

After Nie Huaisang left, Wei WuXian was stunned for a while, and suddenly realized that Lan WangJi came over again, knelt down on one knee in front of him, rolled up his trouser legs seriously, and hurriedly said: "Wait, come again?"

☆、Chapter 27

Lan Wangji said, "First get rid of the evil curse."

Wei Wuxian rolled up his trouser legs and said, "I'll do it myself!" Hanguang-jun knelt in front of him in this position several times a day. Although the other party was still serious and even a little serious, he didn't like it. I really can't see this picture.

Cursed marks spread all over his calf, crawled over his knees, and spread over his thighs. Wei Wuxian looked at it and said, "It's on the heels of my legs."

Lan Wangji turned his head and didn't answer. Wei Wuxian said it again, but still no response, he asked strangely, "Lan Zhan?"

Only then did Lan Wangji turn around, as if he didn't know what to say. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian wanted to play a trick in his heart, he blinked, and was about to make a few jokes, but he was about to make a round, when suddenly, there was a sound of cracking from the table.

They both got up and looked. saw the teapot and teapot smashed to the ground, and a bag of evil seals lay in the white porcelain pieces and the flowing tea.

The surface of the bag was agitated, as if something was trapped inside, eager to get out.

Although this Evil Sealing Universe Bag is only the size of a palm, it can be used for storage, and the inside and outside layers are embroidered with complicated incantations and blessings with several layers of seals. Lan Wangji sealed the arm in the bag, and just pressed it under the tea cup on the table. At this moment, he was restless and knocked over the tea cup. The two of them remembered that it was time to play "Rest in Peace".

If it weren't for their short-term comfort with a song every night, even if the suppression ability of this evil-sealing universe bag was strong, it alone would not be able to trap that arm. Wei Wuxian reached out to touch the bamboo flute, but it was empty. Turning around, he saw that the bamboo flute was already held by Lan Wangji.

He stretched out his hand to stroke Bichen, and actually brushed off the three-inch sword light. He usually held the dagger in his right hand, and devoted himself to engraving it on the bamboo flute in his left hand for a short while before handing it back. Wei Wuxian took a look and found that the bamboo flute and flute holes that he had repaired were all exquisite.

Lan Wangji said, "Good luck."

Thinking of his unbearable flute sound earlier, Wei Wuxian almost fell to the ground laughing, and it was hard for Lan Wangji to endure him for so long. The east wind is ready, and the ensemble begins immediately.

Previously, every night when they started to ensemble "Rest in Peace", the bag of the evil world would quiet down, almost immediately. Tonight, Wei Wuxian didn't do any evil on purpose, but who would have guessed that the Qiankun bag was suddenly swelled several times by the contents in the bag and stood up!

Wei WuXian's "Pfft" broke a note, and said, "Why, I'm used to hearing ugly tunes, but it doesn't like it even if it's better?"

As if answering his question, Feng Ei Qiankun Bag flew towards him suddenly.

Lan Wangji pointed the rhythm down abruptly, and when he plucked it down, the seven strings vibrated in unison, making an angry sound like a landslide. Feng Ei Qiankun Bag was reprimanded by the sound of the piano and fell back to its original place. Wei WuXian seized the opportunity and continued to chat, Lan WangJi also followed the tune of "Rest in Peace" and returned to the tranquility and peace, making up for it leisurely.

After the song was played, the bag of Feng Ei Qiankun finally retracted back to its original position, lying still.

These days, this ghost hand has never been in such a situation, but today he is extremely impatient, Wei Wuxian chasing back to the flute, and said, "It reacts so vigorously, as if it was stimulated by something?"

Lan WangJi said, "Also, it's something on your body."

Wei Wuxian looked down at himself. The only thing that came out of him today was one thing—the cursed scar that was transferred from Jin Ling. The curse marks on Jin Ling's body were left on the stone castle on Xinglu Ridge.

Wei WuXian said, "Does this mean that the rest of its body is buried in the walls of the Nie Family Sword Sacrificial Hall?"

In the early morning of the second day, the two set off together and returned to the sacrificial knife hall in Xingluling.

Nie Huaisang was arrested yesterday, and he sent the old man out on his behalf. Today, he summoned his confidant disciples to clean up the mess left by the intruders. When Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji came up, he had just instructed someone to fill the wall where Wei Wuxian dug out Jin Ling, and buried a new corpse that he had found overnight. Seeing that the white bricks were laid neatly layer by layer, he wiped away sweat and breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, the soles of his feet softened, and he said with a smile: "Hanguang-Jun...and this one..."

He still didn't know what to call Wei Wuxian. Wei WuXian waved his hands and smiled, "Sect Master Nie, where are you building walls?"

Nie Huai sauna wiped the sweat with a towel, and almost wiped a layer of skin off his forehead: "Yes, yes..."

Wei WuXian was very sympathetic and shyly said, "I'm sorry. I might have to trouble you, I'll build it again later."

Nie Huaisang said, "Yes, yes... ah?! Wait!"

Before he finished speaking, Bichen came out of the sheath.

Nie Huaisang watched helplessly as the stone brick he had just repaired cracked.

It is always easier to destroy than to build. Wei Wuxian dismantled bricks at an incredible speed, many times faster than they were laying bricks. Nie Huaisang shivered while holding the folding fan, full of grievances. Lan Wangji said a few words to him succinctly, and he immediately changed his face and swore: "No! Absolutely not! The corpses used in our sacrificial knife hall are all complete limbs, and there is absolutely no corpse of a man without an arm. I don't know what kind of blood-sucking left hand, this matter really has nothing to do with me, I don't know anything about it! If I don't believe it, I will dismantle the bricks together to prove my innocence, but after dismantling it, you must fill it back immediately. My ancestral grave..."

Several disciples of the Nie family joined, Wei Wuxian withdrew and waited to see the result. Half an hour later, most of the stone bricks had been removed from the wall where Jin Ling was buried.

In the black soil, occasionally a pale hand, a blue-veined foot, and black hair full of tangled dirt appeared. All male corpses were roughly cleaned and laid flat on the ground. Some of those present pulled up their masks, and some ate secret red pills to prevent corpses from being induced by breathing and popularity.

Some of these corpses have been reduced to bones, some are in the process of decay, and some are still very fresh. Different poses and expressions, however, all have complete limbs. The body of a man without a left arm was not found.

Nie Huaisang said cautiously, "Is it enough to just demolish this wall? Do you want to demolish it again? No need."

Indeed enough. The curse mark on Jin Ling's body was extremely deep in color, and the thing that left it should have been buried very close to him at the time, and would never go beyond the range of this wall. Wei WuXian squatted down beside the row of corpses, and thought for a moment before Lan WangJi asked, "Take the Seal of Evil Universe Bag?"

It is also a good method to take out the left hand from the bag that seals the evil universe and let it identify itself here. However, if it is too close to other parts of its corpse, it is impossible to guarantee that it will not arouse its excitement and cause a more dangerous situation. And this place is very special, and the degree of danger has doubled, so they carefully chose to come during the day. Wei Wuxian shook his head, thinking, "Could it be that this arm is not a man's? No, I can see a man's hand and a woman's hand at a glance... Then does its owner have three arms?!"

He was amused by his own thought. Suddenly, Lan Wangji said, "Legs."

After he mentioned it, Wei Wuxian remembered that he had ignored it, the curse marks only extend to his legs!

Wei Wuxian hurriedly said, "Take off your pants! Take off your pants!"

Nie Huaisang said in horror, "Why do you say such shameful words in front of Hanguang-Jun!"

Wei WuXian said, "Do me a favor, take off the corpse's pants. You don't need to take off the female corpse, only the male corpse!"

Poor Nie Huaisang didn't expect that he had only replaced Laodi yesterday, and today he has to take off the trousers of the corpse in the sacrificial hall of the ancestors, and it was a male corpse. , Fan Cheng's reincarnation in the next life is also a godsend, and he couldn't help bursting into tears. Wei WuXian had already reached out to the waistband of the corpse on the ground, but Lan WangJi stopped him.

He said, "...I'll come."

Wei WuXian said, "You really want to come? Are you really going to do such a thing?"

The corners of Lan Wangji's brows seemed to be beating faintly, as if he was patient, he said, "...Stand. Don't move."

Among the frights Nie Huaisang suffered today, this moment was the heaviest. He still couldn't believe that Lan WangJi really did this kind of thing, Lan WangJi stood up and said, "I found it."

Everyone was busy looking at the ground. Of course, to their disappointment, Hanguang-Jun didn't really remove the clothes and pants from the corpses. He just slashed the bottom of each corpse's leg with a sword, and lightly cut through the clothes, revealing the skin inside. And some clothes do not need to be scratched, they are already tattered.

The corpse beside his white boots had a faint coil on each of his thighs, and the ròu-colored thin lines were densely packed. There is a subtle difference in skin tone above and below the coil.

Obviously, the corpse's legs and his upper body did not belong to the same person.

These two legs were actually fèng up with needles and threads!

Nie Huaisang was still stunned, Wei WuXian asked, "Who chose the corpses that the Nie family used for sacrificing knives?"

Nie Huaisang said, "It was usually selected and hoarded by the patriarchs of the previous dynasties before they died. My eldest brother went early and he didn't save enough, so I also helped him pick some... As long as it was a corpse with neat facial features and limbs, I would leave it behind. I don't know the rest either! I really don't know!"

Who exactly fèng put his legs in the muddy water and buried the body, he must have been unclear when he asked Nie Huaisang, but Wei Wuxian interrupted him in time to ask three questions. From the person who provided the body to Nie MingJue himself, they were all suspects, countless. I am afraid that we can only continue to investigate, until all the limbs are found, and his body and soul are assembled, and then we can know what is going on.

Wei WuXian said, "This dear brother looks like he was torn apart by five horses... I hope the rest of his body isn't cut into pieces."

☆、Chapter 28

After careful comparison and verification, the legs of the male corpse in the wall have the same skin color as the severed left hand, and if they are placed close, there will be a strong reaction between them, as if they want to connect, but what However, the middle part of the body is also missing. But it has been basically confirmed that they belong to the same person.

This person may be a famous immortal, or a mountain hermit. Except that he is a tall man with slender limbs, a strong physique, and a very good cultivation base, don't know about the rest.

The next direction the left hand pointed was southwest. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji followed the guidance of that hand, all the way to Liyang, and finally put their index fingers back again.

There must be other corpses around here.

When he didn't reveal his identity before, Wei Wuxian did a lot of humiliating things to pretend to be mad and foolish. He kept his mouth shut, and Lan WangJi naturally wouldn't mention it either. He was still tacitly aware of each other just like the days before.

After entering the city, among the bustling pedestrians, Lan Wangji asked, "How about the curse marks?"

Wei WuXian said, "Jin Ling was buried too close to his good brother at that time, and he was stained with a lot of resentment, and the color was too deep. It faded a little, but it hasn't completely disappeared. It's probably necessary to find the whole body, or at least the head. Try to get rid of everything. It's okay."

"Good brother" is the dear brother who was torn apart by five horses. Because he didn't know who he was and what his name was, Wei Wuxian proposed to use "good brother" instead. After Lan WangJi heard it, he was silent for a while, and he acquiesced to this title. Of course, he never used the word himself.

Lan Wangji: "How much is one point."

Wei Wuxian: "A little is a little. How should I take it off for you to see?"

Lan Wangji's brows moved slightly, as if he was really worried that he would take off his clothes in the street, "Go back and take off again."

Wei WuXian laughed and immediately turned serious: "HanGuang-Jun, what do you think, put your good brother's hand in Mojiazhuang, let it attack Lan SiZhui and the others, and put another corpse on his legs. Are the people buried in the wall the same group?"

Although he used to call Lan Wangji's name directly from the bottom of his heart and now is, but a few days ago he called him by his honorific name every day, calling out his habit. Besides, the title was called out by him, with a sort of serious comical. When he was outside, he continued to call it half-truth.

Lan Wangji said, "Two batches."