Xiao Xingchen hurriedly said, "Don't open the door yet. Don't slack off. We will definitely come again."

Wei Wuxian approached the wooden door and looked out from the door. Just after an inhuman fight, thin white mist and purple-red dust filled the streets. The corpse poison powder is gradually dissipating. The group of paper figurines walked slowly and patrolled the streets, covering the ground with corpses. When they encountered any that could still move, they stepped on them until they were completely rotten into a pool of mud.

Other than that, it was silent. No new zombies have arrived yet.

At this moment, there was a very light and very light movement from the top of Wei Wuxian's head.

This sound is really hard to detect. It seems to be the movement of someone stepping away quickly on the tile, but this body method is very light and strange, and the footsteps are close to nothing. But Wei Wuxian's five senses were sensitive, and only then did he catch the subtle collision between the tiles. He couldn't hide the blind man Xiao Xingchen, he reminded: "Up above!"

Wei Wuxian shouted, "Spread away!"

As soon as the words fell, the roof above the main room was broken in a big way, and broken tiles, accumulated ash, and rough leaves fell like rain. Fortunately, many teenagers have spread out quickly, and these things did not hit anyone. A black figure fell from the crack above the roof.

This man was dressed in a black Taoist robe, tall and slender, with a straight waist, standing like a pine tree. With a whisk on his back, holding a long sword, his face is handsome, his head is slightly raised, and he looks very lonely.

However, there are no pupils in his eyes, and they are also dead white.

A walking corpse.

Everyone just decided this matter in their minds, and they saw him stabbing with a sword.

He stabbed Jin Ling, who was closest to him, and Jin Ling blocked it with his sword, only to feel that the force from the sword was so great that it shook his arm numb. If one sword fails, it is another sword, coherent like flowing clouds and flowing water, ruthless like hatred and deep like the sea. In a hurry, Xiao Xingchen pulled out his sword to block him. It might be the corpse poison surging up. He reluctantly pulled out his sword, but he fell down and didn't move.

Lan Jingyi said in shock, "Is he alive or dead?! I've never seen this..."

A walking corpse with such agility in action and exquisite swordsmanship!

He didn't finish the second half of the sentence, not because of how difficult the evaluation was, but because he remembered that he had seen it before.

Isn't that the case with the ghost general?

Wei WuXian stared at the Taoist, his thoughts turned sharply, "Could it be that other than me, someone else has made this kind of murderous corpse?" The stabbing made everyone else cover their ears. The Taoist swayed when he heard the sound of the flute, and the hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking, and finally he stabbed with a sword!

Unable to control. This murderous corpse really has a master!

Wei WuXian staggered to avoid the sudden attack of the wind and thunder, and in the process of turning around, he calmly made another tune. After a while, those paper figurines who were patrolling outside also jumped onto the roof and jumped down from the mouth. The Daoist corpse sensed an alien approaching, and stabbed back with two swords with his right hand, splitting the two paper figurines into four halves from head to bottom. He pulled out the whisk with his left hand, and thousands of soft white threads seemed to be turned into venomous thorns of steel whip. Wei WuXian took time out of his busy schedule to say, "Don't come here, just stay in the corner!" After speaking, he continued to urge, and the flute sound sometimes escaped frivolous, sometimes high-pitched like anger. Although the Taoist used both hands and was extremely fierce, paper figurines kept falling from above and attacked around him. He hit here and there, killing the front and the back. Suddenly, a yīn warrior fell from the sky above his head, hit him, stepped on his shoulders, and pressed him to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, three more yīn warriors jumped out of the mouth and hit him one by one. The yīn warriors are said to be extremely powerful. When the craftsmen pierce them, they will add some things to increase their weight. After the summoned ghosts are put on their bodies, they are dead and dead, one by one, so smashing. The next one is like the top of Mount Tai. It's amazing that he smashed four in one breath, and he didn't vomit his internal organs. The fierce corpse in the Taoist robe was crushed so tightly by the four yīn warriors that it could not move.

Wei Wuxian walked over and found a piece of torn fabric on his back. He smoothed it out and inspected it. Under the torn area, he could see a thin and narrow wound near his left shoulder blade, and said, "Turn over."

The four yīn warriors turned the man over and turned his back to the sky to facilitate his inspection. Wei Wuxian stretched out his cut fingers and wiped them on their lips one by one, expressing his reward. The yīn warriors stretched out their tongues and licked the blood from their mouths slowly and cherishly, as if they were eating with relish. Wei Wuxian lowered his head and continued to check. The Taoist had the same damage on the left chest near the heart, the same narrow wound. It's like being stabbed to death by someone.

This murderous corpse has been struggling, a low growl from its throat, and the corners of its mouth are nearly black and blood is flowing. Wei Wuxian pinched his cheek, opened his mouth, looked inside, and his tongue was also pulled out by the roots.

Blind, tongue out. Blind, tongue out.

Why do these two characteristics appear so frequently?

Wei Wuxian looked at his expression, and felt that this appearance was very similar to when Wen Ning was controlled by the black nails at the time. He moved in his heart and reached out to grope around his sun. It actually made him touch two metal dots!

This black nail is used to control high-level corpses, making them lose their sanity and ability to think independently. Wei Wuxian didn't know the identity and person of this corpse, so he couldn't rashly pull out the nails, so he stopped for the time being. He felt that it was necessary to have a good interrogation. But now that the tongue has been pulled out, even if the corpse is awake, it will not be able to speak. He asked the juniors of the Lan family, "Who among you has practiced the Spirit of Questioning?"

Lan Sizhui said, "I. I have done it."

Wei WuXian asked, "Have you brought the piano?"

Lan SiZhui said, "I brought it." He took out a guqin with a simple style and a bright wood color from the Qiankun bag. Wei WuXian saw that the qin seemed to be very new, and said, "How is your qin language practice? Have you ever fought? Could the invited spirit lie?"

Lan Jingyi murmured, "Sizhui's qin language, Hanguang-Jun, said it's okay."

Lan Wangji said "it's okay", then it must be okay, neither exaggerating nor belittling, Wei Wuxian was relieved. Lan SiZhui said, "HanGuang-Jun said that if you want me to cultivate and not cultivate too much, the invited spirit can choose not to answer, but it must not lie. So as long as it is willing to answer, then it must be the truth."

Wei WuXian said, "Let's start."

With the guqin lying in front of the Taoist man's head, Lan SiZhui sat on the ground with his hem neatly spread out and tried two notes. Wei WuXian said, "The first question is who he is."

Lan Sizhui thought for a while, read the formula, and then he dared to say a sentence and let go.

After a long while, the strings trembled, and two tones like the cracking of gold and stone came out. Lan SiZhui opened his eyes. Lan Jingyi urged, "What did he say?"

Lan SiZhui whispered, "Song Lan!"

... Xiao Xingchen's fellow Taoist, Song Lan?!

Everyone looked at Xiao Xingchen who was unconscious, Lan Sizhui said, "I don't know if he knows, but Song Lan is here..."

Jin Ling also lowered his voice and said, "Mostly I don't know. He is blind, Song Lan is mute, and he has become a murderous corpse without reason. It's best not to know."

Wei WuXian said, "The second question, ask him, who killed him."

Lan SiZhui popped up a sentence seriously.

This time, the silence was three times longer than last time.

Just when they all thought that Song Lan's soul was unwilling to answer this question, the strings of the piano trembled and rang three times.

Lan SiZhui blurted out, "Impossible!"

Wei WuXian asked, "What did he say?"

Lan Sizhui's face was full of disbelief, and he said with difficulty, "He said... Xiao Xingchen."

Is it Xiao Xingchen who killed Song Lan?!

They only asked two questions in total, and everyone knew that the answer to one question was more shocking than the other. Jin Ling doubted, "You played it wrong."

Lan SiZhui said, "However, the two questions, 'Who is you?' and 'Who killed you?' are the simplest and most frequently asked questions in "Ask the Spirit". "Ask the Spirit", the first and second sentences of the study are these, the number of practice is no less than ten million times, I have just confirmed it repeatedly, and there is absolutely no mistake."

Jin Ling said, "Either you played "Ask the Spirit" wrong, or your qin language was wrong."

Lan SiZhui shook his head and said, "If it's impossible to play wrong, it's even more impossible to solve it. The three words and names of 'Xiao Xingchen' are not common in Lai Ling's answers. , and I took the wrong name, so it's impossible to just get this name by mistake."

Lan Jingyi murmured, "If this is true... Then how much of what we heard is true... Song Lan went to look for the missing Xiao Xingchen, but Xiao Xingchen killed him... Why did he Want to kill your best friend? Isn't he like that?"

Wei WuXian said, "Leave this alone, SiZhui, ask the third question: Who controls it."

Many eyes were fixed on the strings, waiting for Song Lan's answer.

Lan SiZhui explained word by word: "Er, wait, body, back, it, people."

The crowd turned back suddenly. I saw Xiao Xingchen, who had fainted on the ground, sat up, put his chin in one hand, smiled at them, raised his left hand wearing black gloves, and snapped his fingers.

The crisp sound reached Song Lan's ears on the ground, as if it was suddenly exploding in his ears. Song Lan suddenly threw the four warriors who were holding him firmly in the air!

He jumped up, discarded his long sword and whisk again, and used both his left and right hands to chop and twist the four yīn warriors into pieces of colorful paper. The long sword pressed against Wei Wuxian's neck, and Fuchen threateningly aimed at the children of the aristocratic family.

In this square inch of land in the store, the situation changed suddenly.

Jin Ling put his hand on the sword, Wei Wuxian squinted at it, and hurriedly said, "Don't move around, don't make trouble. Compared with swordsmanship, the people here are no match for Song Lan."

His body and spiritual power are low, and the sword is not around. Besides, there was also Xiao Xingchen.

Xiao XingChen said, "Speak with the adults, the children should go out."

He gestured to Song Lan, Song Lan obeyed the order silently, and drove the children of the noble family out. Wei WuXian said, "Let's go out first. You can't help here either. The corpse poison powder should be sinking outside. Don't run around and step on the dust when you go out. Slow down your breathing."

When Jin Ling heard "I can't help you here," she was not convinced, but also annoyed, and went out first in a fit of anger. Lan SiZhui stopped talking. Wei WuXian said, "SiZhui, you are the most sensible, take them along. Can you do it well?"

Lan SiZhui nodded. Wei WuXian said, "Don't be afraid."

Lan SiZhui said, "Don't be afraid."

"real?"

"Really." Lan Sizhui actually smiled: "Senior, you really look like Hanguang-Jun."

Wei WuXian wondered, "Like? Where do we look like?" Two people who are very different from each other. Lan SiZhui didn't answer, and went out with the rest.

He said silently in his heart: "I don't know either, but it feels very similar. It seems that as long as any of these two seniors are there, there is no need to worry about anything."

Xiao Xingchen took out a small red pill from nowhere and ate it, "It's really touching."

After he ate it, the purple-red aura on his face quickly subsided, Wei WuXian said, "An antidote for corpse poison?"

Xiao XingChen said, "That's right. It's much more effective than your terrifying bowl of porridge, right? And it's sweet."

Wei WuXian said, "Your Excellency's drama is really enough. From the scene outside where you fought to kill corpses and was exhausted, and then later blocked Jin Ling's sword and lost consciousness, were they all performed for us?"

Xiao Xingchen raised a finger, shook it in front of him, and said, "I didn't play it for 'you', but for 'you'. I have long admired the name of the Yiling Patriarch. .

"I guess, you haven't told others who you are? So I didn't expose you, let them go out, we closed the door and talked in private. How is it, isn't it sweet?"

Wei WuXian asked, "Are all the walking corpses in Yicheng driven by you?"

Xiao XingChen said, "Yes. From the moment you came in and picked up that flute, I thought you were a little weird. So I'll try it out myself. Sure enough, even a low-level spell like Dotting Eyes and Summoning Generals can also be used. Can you exert such a powerful power and say that you are not the founder? It is like telling a joke."

Wei WuXian said, "You really can't hide it from your peers. So, what exactly do you want me to do when you take all these children as hostages?"

Xiao Xingchen smiled and said, "I want you to do me a favor, senior. A little favor."

His mother's junior brother actually called him senior, this generation is too messy. Wei WuXian was in a hurry when he saw Xiao XingChen take out a spirit lock bag, put it on the table, and said, "Please."

Wei WuXian put his hand on the surface of the spirit-locking bag, felt his pulse for a while, and said, "Who's soul? It's broken like this, the paste can't be mashed up, and there's only a breath left. "

Xiao XingChen said, "If this person's soul sticks together so easily, then what should I do for your help?"

Wei Wuxian withdrew his hand and said, "There's really too little soul in it. Besides, this person should have been tortured to a great extent in his life. He was in extreme pain. He probably committed suicide, and he doesn't want to return to this world. You want me to mend this soul, but you must know that if a soul does not survive by itself, 90% of it cannot be saved. If I guessed correctly, this soul is spliced ​​together by people, and once it leaves Locking the spirit sac, it may disperse at any time."

Xiao XingChen said, "I don't care. If you don't help, you have to help. Seniors, don't forget, the group of children you brought are all looking at you outside the door, waiting for you to take them out of danger."

The tone of his speech was very strange, it sounded affectionate, and a little sweet, but there was an unprovoked ferocity. It seems that the last moment I was calling you a brother and a senior, and the next moment I can turn my face and kill the killer. Wei WuXian smiled and said, "Well, it's better to see it once you hear it. Xue Yang, you are such a rascal, why do you pretend to be a Taoist priest?"

After a pause, "Xiao XingChen" raised his hand and took off the bandages on his eyes.

The bandages fell layer by layer, revealing a pair of eyes as bright as stars.

Perfect eyes.

This is a young and flattering face, it can be said to be handsome, but the pair of tiger teeth that are exposed when he smiles are so cute that they are almost childish, and the ferocity and wildness in his eyes are hidden invisibly.

Xue Yang threw the bandage aside and said, "Aiya, you found out."

Wei WuXian said, "Deliberately pretending to be frightened by the pain, to make people feel embarrassed to take off your bandages for inspection. Deliberately revealing Shuanghua, deliberately leaking words. Not only will he use hard tricks, but he will also take advantage of people's sympathy.My heart is so good, the acting is so elegant and righteous. If it weren't for the fact that there are too many things you shouldn't understand or know, I really believe that you are Xiao Xingchen."

Moreover, in "Ask the Spirit", Song Lan answered the last two questions, one was "Xiao Xingchen" and the other was "the person behind you".If the "people behind you" were also Xiao Xingchen, there was no reason why Song Lan had to change his expression.