Unless, "Xiao Xingchen" and "the people behind you" are not the same person at all. Moreover, Song Lan wanted to remind them that this person was very dangerous, but he answered Xue Yang directly, because he was afraid that they would not know Xue Yang, so he had to use this expression.

Xue Yang said with a smile, "Who made him have a good reputation, and I have a bad reputation? Of course, if you pretend to be him, it will be easier to gain the trust of others."

Wei Wuxian cupped his hands and said, "Acting skills are brilliant."

Xue Yang said, "Where is it? I have a very famous friend, and that's called acting. I'm ashamed of myself. Well, stop talking nonsense, Senior Wei, you must help me with this task."

Wei WuXian said, "Your cleverness is not under my control. You made the black spikes that controlled Song Lan and Wen Ning, right? You can restore a tiger talisman and repair a soul, so why do you need my help?"

Xue Yang said: "This is different. You are the founder. If you don't make the first half of the tiger talisman, I can't make the second half by myself. Of course you are better than me. So if I can't do it, you must can do."

I really don't understand why people I don't know have an inexplicable confidence in his place. Wei WuXian said, "You are humble."

Xue Yang said: "This is not humility, it is a fact. I never like to exaggerate when I speak. If I say I want to kill a person's whole family, then it must be the whole family, and not even a dog will be left for him."

Wei WuXian was about to open his mouth to ask, "Like the Yueyang Chang?" At this moment, the door was slammed open, and a black figure flew in.

Wei Wuxian and Xue Yang stepped back at the same time and left the square table. Xue Yang quickly took the spirit lock bag. Song Lan lightly supported the table with one hand, flipped it up in the air, landed on the table, lost strength, and then raised his head suddenly, looking at the door, black bloodshots crawled up his cheeks.

Wen Ning dragged an iron chain all over his body, and with a white fog and black wind, he slammed into the door.

As early as when Wei Wuxian was uttering the first flute sound, he had already issued an order to summon Wen Ning. Wei WuXian said to him, "Go out and fight, don't smash it. Look after the living and don't let other corpses approach."

Wen Ning raised his right hand, and a chain was thrown over, Song Lan raised the whisk to greet him, and the two objects struck each other, twisting them together. Wen Ning dragged the chain back, but Song Lan didn't let go, so he was dragged out the door. The disciples of the various families had already hid in another shop beside the house, stretching their necks and staring intently. Dust whisks, iron cables, long swords, jingle, sparks. just feel that the fight between these two corpses is really fierce, and the moves are fierce, and the punches are ròu. If two living people fought like this, they would already be short of arms and legs, and their brains would burst!

Wei WuXian said, "Guess, who will win the fight between Wen Ning and Song Lan?"

Xue Yang said, "What's the use of guessing? It's definitely the ghost general who won. It's a pity that I put so many stabbing nails on him, but he still refuses to obey. Some things are too self-confident, and it's very annoying."

Wei Wuxian said indifferently, "Wen Ning is not a thing."

Xue Yang laughed and said, "Don't you see any ambiguity in what you said?" When he said the word "yes", he suddenly drew his sword and stabbed. Wei Wuxian dodged and said, "Do you often kill someone in the middle of saying this?"

Xue Yang said in surprise, "Of course. I'm a hooligan? You didn't know that. I don't want to kill you, I just want you to be immobile. Go back with me first and slowly help me repair this soul." Before he finished speaking, he struck again. Wei WuXian avoided and avoided among the scraps of paper figurines all over the floor, thinking, "This little rascal is really good at it."

Seeing that Xue Yang's sword was getting faster and faster, and the stabs were getting more and more tricky and vicious, he couldn't help but say, "Are you bullying me with low physical and spiritual power?"

Xue Yang said, "A rogue. True character."

Wei Wuxian finally met someone who was even more shameless than him, and he smiled back and said, "It's better to offend a hero than a rogue. I'm talking about you. If you don't fight you, let someone else."

Xue Yang smiled and said: "Who is it? That Hanguang-Jun? I sent more than 300 walking corpses to flank him. He..."

Before he finished speaking, a white robe descended from the sky, a blue light that was cold and clear to avoid dust, and attacked him head-on.

☆、Chapter 38

Lan WangJi's entire body was enveloped in an aura of frost, blocking Wei WuXian's face. Xue Yang threw Shuanghua to block the sword for him. The two famous swords were facing each other, and each flew back to the holder's hands. Wei WuXian said, "Is this a call, it's better to come early than to come by coincidence?"

Lan Wangji said, "Mm."

After he finished speaking, he continued to confront Xue Yang. Just now, Wei Wuxian was driven east and west by Xue Yang, but now Xue Yang was defeated by Lan Wangji. Seeing that the situation was not good, he rolled his eyes and smiled slightly. Suddenly, he threw the Shuanghua in his right hand and took it with his left hand, and his right hand shook out another long sword from his sleeve, turning into a double-sword attack without any fuss.

Although his sleeves seem to be narrow and light and flexible, they must be improved Qiankun sleeves, which can be used for storage. The long sword drawn from it had a sharp edge, and when it was swung, it contrasted sharply with the clear silver light of Shuanghua. Xue Yang unleashed his swords together, his left and right hands cooperated like flowing clouds and water, and he immediately became powerful.

Lan Wangji said, "A disaster?"

Xue Yang pretended to be surprised: "Huh? How lucky is Hanguang-Jun to know this sword?"

"Catastrophe" is Xue Yang's own sword. As its name suggests, the sword, like its owner, is an ominous sword that brings bloody slaughter. Wei WuXian said, "Does this name really match you?"

Lan WangJi said, "Go back. You are not needed here."

Wei Wuxian humbly listened to the advice and backed away. He retreated to the door and looked outside. Wen Ning pinched Song Lan's neck and lifted him up in the air, smashing him into the wall, creating a big hole in the shape of a human. Song Lan also grabbed Wen Ning's wrist with a backhand, and flipped him into the ground. The two ferocious corpses were banging and banging loudly and loudly. Neither side felt pain, and they were not afraid of being injured. Unless they were chopped into corpses, they could continue to fight with broken arms and broken legs. Wei Wuxian said to himself, "I don't seem to need me here."

Suddenly, he saw Lan Jingyi beckoning desperately to him in a pitch-black shop on the opposite side, and said to himself, "Ha, there is definitely a need for me there."

As soon as he left his forefoot, Bichen's sword beam was flourishing, Xue Yang slipped his hand in an instant, and Shuanghua flew away. Lan Wangji took advantage of the situation to catch the sword. Seeing that Shuanghua had fallen into the hands of others, Yinhan's anger flashed in Xue Yang's eyes, and the disaster struck straight at Lan Wangji's left arm where he took the sword.

If he couldn't make a cut, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he said: "Give me the sword!"

The more impetuous he was, the more Lan Wangji had the upper hand, and said indifferently, "You are not worthy of this sword."

Xue Yang sneered.

Wei Wuxian walked over to the disciples of the aristocratic family and was surrounded by a group of teenagers, he said, "Is everything alright?"

"No!" "I listen to you, hold your breath."

Wei WuXian said, "It's fine if you don't. If anyone doesn't listen to me, I'll give him glutinous rice porridge."

Several teenagers who had experienced the taste vomited. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from all directions.

At the end of the long street, more and more people began to look around.

Lan Wangji also heard the sound, waved his sleeves and pulled out the Wangji Qin, which fell across the table.

He threw Bichen into his left hand, his sword was not weak, and continued to fight with Xue Yang. At the same time, without turning his head, he swiped his right hand on and off the strings.

The sound of the piano was loud, and it spread far to the end of the long street, and what came back was the familiar and strange sound of a walking corpse's headshot. Lan Wangji continued to fight Xue Yang with one hand and played the guqin with the other. He glanced at it lightly, and then casually hooked his fingers and plucked the strings. Attacking from the left and right at the same time, the bearing is unhurried.

Jin Ling couldn't help but blurted out: "Amazing!"

He had seen Jiang Cheng and Jin Guangyao beheading the demon, but he only felt that his uncle and his little uncle were the two most powerful immortals in the world. Temper, but at this moment can't help but be heartbroken by it. Lan Jingyi said proudly: "That is, of course, Hanguang-Jun is very powerful, but he doesn't like to show off everywhere. Hanguang-Jun can keep a low profile, right?"

"Right," said to Wei Wuxian. Wei WuXian said inexplicably, "Are you asking me? What are you asking me?"

Lan Jingyi became anxious: "Don't you think that Hanguang-Jun is not powerful?!"

Wei Wuxian stroked his chin and said, "Hmm, amazing, of course, amazing. He's the most amazing." As he spoke, he couldn't help himself laughing.

This thrilling and dangerous night is about to pass, and it is almost dawn. And that's not all good news. When it is dawn, it means that the demon fog will also thicken. At that time, it will be impossible to move an inch again!

If it was just Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, it wouldn't be too difficult. Adding another Wen Ning would not get in the way. But there are still so many living people, once surrounded by a large number of walking corpses, it will be difficult for the cha's wings to fly. Just as Wei Wuxian's thoughts were turning around and thinking about the countermeasures, the crisp "click" and "da-da" of the bamboo poles knocked on the ground.

It was that blind, tongueless girl's soul that came!

Immediately, Wei WuXian said, "Let's go!"

Lan Jingyi said, "Where are we going?"

Wei WuXian said, "Follow the noise of the bamboo poles."

Jin Ling was slightly stunned: "You want us to follow a ghost? Who knows where she will take us?" The children of the Xianmen family always believed that demons, ghosts and other evil things were absolutely not acceptable. trust. Wei WuXian said, "Yes, just follow her. After you came in, this voice has followed you all the time, right? You were walking into the city, but she was leading all the way out of the city gate. When she met us, she was rushing to the city. You go out to save you!"

The strange and unpredictable sound of the bamboo pole knocking on the ground was the method she used to intimidate the living people who entered the city. But the original intention of intimidation is not necessarily bad. As for the paper head of a yīn wrestler that Wei Wuxian kicked at the time, it is very likely that she was thrown there to remind and frighten them. Wei WuXian added: "And last night, she was obviously trying to tell us something, but she couldn't express it. But as soon as Xue Yang came, she disappeared immediately. It is very likely that she was avoiding Xue Yang. Together."

The sound of the bamboo poles was still rattling, as if waiting, as if urging. Follow her, you might fall into a trap. If you don't follow her, you will be surrounded by walking corpses that will spray corpse poison powder, and you will not be safe. The teenagers made a resolute decision and ran with Wei Wuxian following the sound of knocking on the ground. Sure enough, as they moved, the voice moved with it, sometimes a faint, petite shadow in the mist ahead could be clearly seen, but sometimes nothing.

Lan Jingyi ran for a while and said, "We just ran like this?"

Wei WuXian turned his head and shouted, "HanGuang-Jun, I've got it for you. Let's go first!"

The strings snapped, and it sounded like someone was saying, "Yeah." Wei Wuxian burst out laughing. Lan Jingyi said, "That's it? Don't say anything else?"

Wei WuXian said, "Otherwise what else? What do you say?"

Lan Jingyi said, "Why don't you say 'I'm worried about you, I want to stay!', 'You go!', 'No! I'm not going! Let's go together!' There should be."

Wei WuXian laughed, "Who taught you? Who told you you should have it? I'll forget it, can you imagine your family, Hanguang-Jun, saying something like this?"

The juniors of the Lan family said one after another, "I can't..."

Wei WuXian said, "Right. This kind of boring and time-consuming conversation. With such a reliable person from your family, Hanguang-Jun, I believe he can handle it. I will do my own thing and wait for him to come. Find me, or I can find him."

Following the sound of the bamboo pole, it was less than half a column of incense, and after turning several times, the sound suddenly stopped in front of me. Wei WuXian stretched out his hand to stop the teenagers behind him, took a few steps forward, and a solitary house stood in the thicker and denser mist.

"Squeak-"

Someone pushed open the door of the house, waiting silently for the strangers to enter.

Wei Wuxian had a gut feeling that there must be something inside. Not the kind that is dangerous and kills people, but something that will tell him something and solve some mysteries.

He said, "Come on, let's go in."

He raised his feet and stepped into the room, adjusting to the darkness, while reminding him without looking back: "Pay attention to the threshold, don't stumble."

A teenager almost tripped over the high threshold, and said depressedly: "Why is this threshold so high? It's not a temple."

Wei WuXian said, "It's not a temple, but it's also a place that requires a high threshold."

In twos and threes, five or six fire talismans were lit one after another, and the flickering orange-colored fire light illuminated the room.

The ground was littered with rice paddies, and there was an offering platform at the very front, under which there were several small benches of different heights, and there was a small dark room on the right. In addition, there are seven or eight black wooden coffins.

Jin Ling said, "Is this the kind of righteous village? A place to park dead people?"

Wei WuXian said, "Yes. Unclaimed corpses, unlucky corpses at home, and dead people waiting for burial are usually placed in Yizhuang. It's a post house for the dead." The small room on the right should be the Resting place for the guards of Yizhuang.

Lan Sizhui asked, "Young Master Mo, why is the threshold for Yizhuang so high?"

Wei WuXian said, "Anti Corpse Transformer."

Lan Jingyi stunned and said: "Being a high threshold, can you stop the corpse from transforming?"

Wei WuXian said, "I can't stop the corpse from turning into a corpse, but sometimes it can prevent the low-level corpse-turner from going out." He turned around and stood in front of the threshold, "Suppose I died and just turned into a corpse."

The young Baba nodded. He continued: "It's not long since the corpse turned, will my limbs be stiff? I can't do many movements?"

Jin Ling said: "Isn't this nonsense? You can't even walk, you can't move your legs, you can only jump..." He suddenly realized this. Wei WuXian said, "That's right. You can only jump." He put his legs together and jumped out, but because the threshold was too high, he couldn't jump out every time, and his toes hit the threshold. It's funny, imagining a corpse that just turned into a corpse trying so hard to jump out, but always being blocked by the threshold, they all laughed. Wei WuXian said, "Have you seen it? Don't even laugh, this is folk wisdom. Although it looks like a child, it is indeed effective in preventing low-level corpse changers. If the corpse changers trip over the threshold When it fell, it fell to the ground, its limbs were stiff, and it couldn't get up for a while. When it got up soon, it was either dawning and screaming, or it was discovered by the guards. Those who were not from aristocratic families It's amazing that ordinary people can come up with such a method."

Jin Ling also laughed just now, and immediately withdrew his smile, saying, "Why did she bring us to Yizhuang? Wouldn't this place be surrounded by walking corpses? Where did she go?"

Wei WuXian said, "I'm afraid it really won't. We've all been standing for so long, did any of you hear the walking corpse?"