As soon as he opened it, he rolled off the bed and fell.

Hanguang-jun, who really couldn't complain about being elegant, was overly frightened and became not elegant at all. Which man wakes up early in the morning the next morning after a hangover and sees another man lying naked next to him, the two of them still huddled under the same bed, and they don't have the time to be graceful.

Wei Wuxian cocked his arms, resting his cheeks with one hand, smiling strangely.

Lan Wangji: "You..."

Wei Wuxian: "Huh?"

Lan Wangji said, "Last night I..."

Wei Wuxian winked his left eye at him, "You were so unrestrained last night, Hanguang-jun."

"..."

Wei WuXian said, "You don't remember anything about what happened last night?"

It seemed that he really didn't remember, and Lan Wangji's face turned pale.

It's fine if you don't remember! Otherwise, if Lan Wangji still remembered that he quietly went out in the middle of the night to summon Wen Ning, and asked, it would be bad for Wei Wuxian to lie, and it would not be good for him to tell the truth.

After so many times of flirting, picking up stones and hitting himself in the foot, Wei Wuxian finally found the feeling of majesty he used to be once again, and regained a little bit of it. Although I really wanted to chase after the victory and continue to tease him, I hadn't asked the most crucial words last night, and next time I have to trick him into drinking and continue to talk, but I can't let Lan Wangji know what's wrong with him. As soon as he saw it, he put it away, Wei Wuxian lifted the quilt and showed him his neat trousers and boots that had not been taken off: "What a virtuous man! Hanguang-Jun, I just took off a piece of clothes, I was joking. Your innocence is still there and has not been defiled, please rest assured!"

Lan WangJi froze in place, not answering yet. In the center of the room, there was the sound of china shattering.

This voice is not unfamiliar, it is the second time have heard it. It was the Fengxie Qiankun bag that was pressed on the table again, and it overturned the teapot and teapot. This time, it was even more fierce, and the three moved together.

One of them was completely drunk last night, and the other was tossed to the core. Naturally, they left the ensemble behind. Wei WuXian was a little worried that Lan WangJi was too frightened and impulsive, and accidentally stabbed him to death on the spot, hurriedly said, "It's business, come on, let's get down to business first!"

He grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, rolled off the bed, and stretched out his hand towards Lan Wangji, looking like he was going to tear his clothes. Before Lan WangJi could slow down, he took a step back and tripped over something under his feet. Looking down, it turned out to be the Bichen Sword that had been lying there all night.

In a small room, there was a mess of soldiers and horses. Wei WuXian put his hand into Lan WangJi's arms and took it out, took out a flute, and said, "HanGuang-Jun, don't be afraid. I didn't want to do anything to you, it's just that you stole mine last night. The flute, I have to get it back."

Lan Wangji looked at him with a complicated expression, as if he wanted to ask more about the details of his drunkenness last night, but he was used to doing business first.

Three evil universe bags, one for the left arm, one for the legs, and one for the torso. The limbs of these three parts can already be connected together to form most of a body. They influenced each other, and the resentment grew exponentially. This time, it was only effective after repeating "Rest in Peace" three times in a row. After the three evil-sealing universe bags gradually calmed down, Wei WuXian untied two of them, shaking an arm from one, and shaking a body from the other.

This time, the left hand is pointing in the south, westward direction. The object of guidance is either the right hand or the head.

Wei Wuxian was dressed like a dog again. When talking about serious business, it is serious, or pretending to be serious: "I hope the next step is to find the head. In this way, you can draw a portrait of your family, or send a post for everyone to see, and you will soon be able to find out the good brother. identity of."

But he couldn't maintain his seriousness for a few words, and in a blink of an eye he said with a smile: "Speaking of which, good brother has practiced well."

The shroud belt that the body was wearing was loose, and the neckline was slanted. This was the solid and powerful body of a young man. Wei Wuxian's words are very true. Lan WangJi immediately put it back into the bag of the evil heaven and earth, and tied three dead knots.

Wei Wuxian knew he couldn't hear such frivolous words. But as before, the more he couldn't hear it, the more he wanted to speak. After tying the knot and putting away the Qiankun bag, Lan Wangji looked at him, although his face was still expressionless, but his eyes were full of words. He deliberately said: "Hanguang-Jun, why are you looking at me like this? Are you still worried? Believe me. I really didn't treat you like that last night, and of course, you didn't treat me like that either."

Lan Wangji said, "...Last night, apart from grabbing the flute, I..."

Wei WuXian said, "You? What are you talking about, right? You didn't talk about anything, you just said a lot."

Lan Wangji: "...what are you talking about?"

Wei Wuxian: "It doesn't really matter. It's, um, like, you like rabbits a lot, or something."

"..." Lan Wangji closed his eyes and turned his head.

Wei Wuxian said thoughtfully, "It's okay! Rabbits are so cute, who doesn't like them. Come on, Hanguang-Jun, take a good shower, wash your face, and drink some water, we'll go downstairs and go. I'll go back to the next door, no I'm bothering you."

Going out of the room, closing the door, he stood in the corridor, silently laughing for a while.

Lan WangJi seemed to be hit, and was locked in the room alone, and he didn't come out for a long time. While waiting for him, Wei Wuxian leisurely went downstairs, walked out of the inn, sat on the steps, and squinted in the sun. After a while, a group of thirteen- and four-year-old children ran across the street.

A child in the front ran very fast, holding a long line in his hand. At the end of the long line, a kite was flying up and down, neither high nor low. The little boy behind held a small bow and arrow, shouting and chasing after the kite.

Wei Wuxian used to love this game too. Shearing arrows is a compulsory skill for every child of aristocratic families, but most of them don't like to draw targets in a proper manner, except when they go out for night hunting, they like to draw kites like this. One per person, whoever puts it the highest, the farthest, and the most accurate at the same time, is the winner. This game was originally popular among the younger children of the Xianmen families. After it spread, the children of ordinary families also liked it very much. It’s just that the lethality of their small arrows is not as good as the children of these elite families. .

Back then, when Wei Wuxian was in Lotus Pier, he played she kites with the Jiang family disciples and won many first prizes. Jiang Cheng was often second, his kite either flew too far for the arrow to reach, or it arrived, but it didn't fly as far as Wei Wuxian's kite. Most of their kites are in the shape of a flying demon. The colors are gorgeous and extravagant, the blood basin is wide open, and a few pointed tails hang down in the wind. Looking at it from a distance, it is vivid and unusual, and some ferocious. Wei Wuxian's one is a whole circle bigger than others', Jiang Yanli drew it for him.

Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian's mouth curled into a small smile, and he couldn't help but raise his head to see what the kite was flying. saw it was a large round, golden, with a few long tassels hanging down.

He wondered in his heart: "What is this? Shaobing? Or some monster that I don't know about?"

At this time, a gust of wind came. That kite didn't fly very high, and it wasn't placed in an open area, and it fell down immediately. A child exclaimed: "Ah yo, the sun has fallen!"

This round golden thing turned out to be the sun. Wei Wuxian immediately understood. Most of these children are playing games that imitate the she-day expedition.

This place is Liyang. Back then, when the Wen family in Qishan was at its peak, they used to make a fortune everywhere. Since Liyang is not far from Qishan, the local people must have suffered from it. They were bullied by their monks. After the expedition, the Wen family was jointly crushed by various families, and the century-old foundation collapsed in an instant. Many places around the Qishan area developed a tradition of celebrating the destruction of the Wen family. This kind of game can probably be counted as one.

The children stopped chasing, got together very nervously, and began to discuss: "What should I do, before the sun, it fell down by itself, who will be the boss now?"

One raised his hand: "Of course it's me! I'm Jin Guangyao, and I killed the great villain of the Wen family!"

Wei Wuxian sat on the steps in front of the inn, watching with relish.

In this kind of game, the immortal governor Lianfangzun, who is now infinitely beautiful, is of course the most popular one. In the expedition of the sun, Jin Guangyao went undercover for several years like a fish in water, deceived the entire Qishan Wen clan inside and out, leaked countless secrets without knowing it, and finally succeeded in assassinating the head of the Wen family, giving the expedition a perfect ending. . If he played, he would also try to be Jin Guangyao once again. It is very reasonable to choose this child as the boss!

Another protested: "I am Nie Mingjue, I have won the most times, and captured the most prisoners! I am the boss!"

"Jin Guangyao" said, "But I am the Immortal Governor."

"Nie MingJue" raised his fist: "What about the Immortal Governor, he's not my third brother, and he'll run with his tail between his tails when he sees me!"

"Jin Guangyao" really cooperated very well and was very involved in the play. He shrank his shoulders and ran away. Another said: "You short-lived ghost."

Since he chose to be a certain immortal head, he naturally liked and longed for this immortal head. "Nie Mingjue" was angry: "Jin Zixuan, you died earlier than me, do you have the right to say that my life is short-lived!"

"Jin Zixuan" said in disbelief, "What's wrong with dying so early? I'm third."

"The third place is only the third place in the face!"

At this time, a little boy seemed tired of running and standing, and also rubbed against the steps, sat down next to Wei Wuxian, waved his hands, and said like a peacemaker, "Okay, okay, don't argue anymore. I It's the Yiling Patriarch, and I am the most powerful. I think I can just reluctantly be the boss."

Wei Wuxian: "..."

Only such a child would simply ignore good and bad reputation, only argue about the value of force, and would like to be honored as an ancestor of Yiling.

Another person said: "No, I am the Holy Hand of the Three Poisons, and I am the most powerful."

"Patriarch Yiling" said very well, "Jiang Cheng, what can you do compared to me? How dare you say that you are the best when you didn't lose to me. Don't be ashamed."

"Jiang Cheng" said, "Hmph, I'm not as good as you? Do you remember how you died?"

The faint smile on Wei Wuxian's mouth melted in an instant.

It was as if he was caught off guard by a small poisonous needle, and suddenly there was a slight stinging pain all over his body.

The "Patriarch of Yiling" beside him clapped his hands and said, "Then I'll add another Wen Ning here, and a yīn tiger talisman, I'm invincible! Where's Wen Ning? Come out!" It is regarded as "yīn tiger talisman". A little boy said weakly: "I'm here... that... I want to say... I wasn't dead yet..."

Wei Wuxian felt compelled to interrupt.

He said, "Fairy heads, can I ask a question?"

These children have never been intervened by adults when playing this game, not to mention it was not a scolding, but a serious question. "Patriarch Yiling" looked at him strangely and defensively: "What do you want to ask?"

Wei WuXian said, "Why aren't there any Lan family members?"

"Yes, I have."

"Where?"

"Patriarch of Yiling" pointed to a child who didn't say a word from beginning to end: "That's it."

Wei Wuxian took a look, and sure enough, the boy had a handsome face, with a rope around his forehead, which was used as a wipe. He asked, "Who is he?"

"Patriarch of Yiling" curled his lips in disgust and said, "Lan Zhan!"

……All right. These children have grasped the essence. As Lan Zhan, you really should keep your mouth shut!

Suddenly, the corners of Wei Wuxian's mouth curved up again.

The poisonous needle was pulled out and thrown somewhere, and the stinging pain was swept away in an instant. Wei Wuxian said to himself, "It's strange. How can someone like Lan Zhan always make me so happy?!"

When Lan Wangji came downstairs, he saw Wei Wuxian sitting alone on the steps, laughing wildly, and seeing him coming, he managed to stand up. Walking along the road, laughing along the road, like some strange poison.

Lan WangJi couldn't help but say, "...What the hell did I do last night?"

It must not be that simple, otherwise why would it make him laugh now???

Wei Wuxian stroked his chin and said, "I'm not going to say it anymore, I don't know what's funny, I just can't hold it back. Before you leave it, you will definitely say I'm boring again. Well, I'll stop laughing, talk Seriously. Actually, at the Chang's cemetery yesterday, I thought of something, and I didn't have time to tell you."

Lan Wangji said, "Tell me."

Wei WuXian said, "Cough. The guy at the wine shop said that the Chang's house and Chang's cemetery were involved in the coffin 10 years ago. I listened carefully, and what he meant was obviously that there is no trouble now. And as soon as we came, the sound of patting the coffin suddenly reappeared. This is definitely not a coincidence.

"But I think that the reason why the sound of the coffin slamming again is not because we are here. It is because the gravedigger dug up the body of the good brother."

Lan Wangji was very attentive, Wei Wuxian saw this, and remembered that when he was drunk last night, he focused on holding his two fingers, holding back his smile in pain, and said solemnly, "So, I'm thinking, This five-horse dismemberment may be a vicious method of repression. The dismemberers deliberately chose those places where the visions were haunted to place the corpses.

"The reasoning is the same as the method of Qinghe Nie's sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial hall to suppress saber spirits and wall corpses, attacking poison with poison, checking and balancing each other, and maintaining balance-perhaps it was originally learned from the Nie family sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial hall.

"The left hand that was discovered at the beginning should have been suppressed by similar methods. Otherwise, with its fierce bloodthirsty level, it would not have been discovered at Mojiazhuang until then.

"Using this vicious method of repression, the corpse and the soul are separately cut and placed in extremely far apart places, nothing more than to prevent them from joining together. That is, when they are joined together and pieced together into a complete corpse , something must happen that scares the dismembered. For example, a good brother will seek revenge for him."

Lan Wangji concluded: "Gather the body, and the murderer will reveal himself."

Wei WuXian said, "Succinct and concise, I am ashamed of myself. Also... I hope that the grievances of the good brother are only directed at the murderer. Otherwise, after we have gathered the limbs, body and head, what we have to face is a single one. A murderous corpse with a lot of resentment, a very high cultivation base, and a heavy killing."

All the way down the southwest, this time, the location pointed by the left hand is the foggy Shudong.

A ghost town that everyone fears to avoid.

☆、Chapter 33

There are many river valleys in the east of Shu, with high mountains and rugged terrain, and the wind is weak, so many places are filled with fog all the year round.

The two walked straight in the direction pointed by the left hand, passing a small village.