Xue Yang was in the reflection, looking at her with a smile.

A-Qing screamed in fright, and rolled and crawled away.

Xue Yang had stood behind her at some point. He held Shuanghua in his hand and said happily, "A-Qing, why are you running? We haven't seen you for a long time, don't you miss me?"

A-Qing screamed, "Help!"

However, this is already a remote mountain road, and no one will come to rescue her.

Xue Yang raised his eyebrows and said, "I came back from working in Liyang, and I just happened to meet you in the city asking questions. It's a fate that can't be stopped. After all, you are really capable of pretending, and even I can't stop it. I lied to you for so long. Amazing."

A-Qing knew that she couldn't escape, that she was going to die. She's going to die anyway, so she might as well scold her and then die, she jumped up and pouted, "You bastard! Roll your eyes! You're not as good as a pig and a dog! Your parents must have given birth to a dog like you in the pigsty's room. Go! Rotten embryo!"

She used to be in the market, and she heard a lot of scolding, and she spewed out any foul language behind her. Xue Yang listened with a smile and said, "Is there any more?"

A-Qing scolded: "That's the Taoist priest's sword, you deserve to hold it too! It's dirty with his things!"

Xue Yang raised Shuanghua in his left hand and said, "Now, it's mine. Do you think your Taoist priest is so clean now? It's not mine from now on..."

A-Qing said: "You bastard! Dream about you! You are also worthy of saying that you are not clean, you are just a mouthful of phlegm, and it took eight lifetimes for the Taoist priest to be stained with mold. You are the only one who is dirty! It's your disgusting mouth. Human phlegm!"

Xue Yang's face finally sank.

A-Qing's heart suddenly relaxed. She had been running in fear for so long, and finally came to this moment.

Xue Yang said timidly: "Since you like to pretend to be blind so much, then you should be really blind."

He waved his hand and sprinkled it, and some powder rushed towards him and plunged into A-Qing's eyes. His vision suddenly turned blood red, and then turned to darkness.

The hot stinging pain filled her eyeballs, but A-Qing held back her voice. Xue Yang's voice came again: "If you talk too much, you don't need to keep your tongue."

A cold, piercing, sharp object pierced into A-Qing's mouth, Wei WuXian just felt the tingling pain from the base of his tongue, and he was suddenly pulled out!

The crisp silver bells "Ding Ding" and "Ding Ding" are close at hand. Wei Wuxian was still immersed in A-Qing's thoughts, unable to recover for a long time, and the world was spinning before his eyes. Lan Jingyi stretched out his hand and waved in front of him, "No response? You won't be stupid, right?!"

Jin Ling said, "As I said before, it is very dangerous to be together!"

Lan Jingyi said, "It's not because you didn't know what you were thinking just now, and you didn't ring the bell in time!"

Jin Ling's expression stiffened, and he said, "I..."

At this moment, Wei Wuxian stood up holding the coffin.

A-Qing had already escaped from his body and was also beside the coffin. The teenagers were busy chattering: "Wake up, wake up!" "Great, not stupid." "Isn't it stupid?" "Don't talk nonsense."

Wei WuXian said, "Don't be noisy, I'm so dizzy right now."

They quickly fell silent. Wei WuXian lowered his head, put his hand into the coffin, and slightly parted the neat collar of Xiao XingChen's Taoist robe. Sure enough, in the fatal place, saw a thin scar.

Wei Wuxian sighed in his heart, and said to A-Qing, "Thank you for your hard work."

Over the years, whether or not he died, he had been hiding in Tibet. In Yicheng, where the mist was permeated with demons, he had gone out of his way to oppose Xue Yang, scared away the living people who entered the city, guided them out of the city, and warned them.

The reason why A-Qing's ghost is blind, but not as slow and careful as ordinary blind people, is because she only became truly blind just before her death. Before that, she had always been a little girl who was so flexible and jumpy, moving like the wind.

A-Qing lay on the side of the coffin, folded her palms, bowed to Wei Wuxian repeatedly, and then used the bamboo pole as a sword, making the "kill, kill, kill" gesture she used to make when she was fighting. Wei WuXian said, "Don't worry."

He said to the disciples of the famous families: "You stay here. The walking corpses in the city will not come to this Yizhuang, I will go back when I go."

Lan Jingyi couldn't help but ask, "What did you see when we were together?"

Wei WuXian said, "It's too long, so let's not talk about it for now. It's enough to know one thing: Xue Yang must die."

In the enchanting mist that filled the sky, A-Qing's bamboo poles clicked, leading the way for him in front. One person and one ghost walked very fast, and quickly found the place where the fight was over there.

Lan Wangji and Xue Yang had already fought outside, and Bichen and Jianguang were fighting to the point. Bichen is calm and calm, and has the upper hand, but when disaster strikes, he is as mad as a mad dog, but he is barely able to withstand it. Coupled with the terrifying white fog, Lan Wangji couldn't see clearly, but Xue Yang had lived in this Yi City for many years, and like A-Qing, he knew the road with his eyes closed, so he couldn't stand still. From time to time, the sound of the violin resounded through the sky, repelling the group of walking corpses surrounded by yù.

A black figure silently sneaked to Wei Wuxian's back. He glanced back, Wen Ning stood quietly behind him, dragging Song Lan in his hand.

Wei Wuxian turned around and said, "Get it up."

Wen Ning lifted Song Lan with both hands and made him stand reluctantly. Wei Wuxian reached out and groped in his hair, and felt the tails of the two skull spikes, pinched the tips, and slowly pulled them out.

These two nails were much thinner than the ones that went into Wen Ning's head, and Song Lan's recovery time should be faster than Wen Ning's.

At this moment, the sound of something being cut by the sword came from the field.

Xue Yang shouted angrily, "Give it back to me!"

☆、Chapter 42

Xue Yang was slashed by Lan Wangji's sword, not only a wound was drawn on his chest, but the spirit lock pouch he hid in his arms was also picked up by Bichen's sword tip.

Wei WuXian said, "Xue Yang! What do you want him to give back to you? Shuanghua? Shuanghua is not your sword, why do you say 'give it back to you'? Do you want a face?"

Xue Yang laughed out loud. Wei WuXian said, "Laugh, just laugh. You can't even match Xiao Xingchen's remnant soul if you laugh at it. People disgust you so much, you still have to bring him back to play games together."

Xue Yang burst out laughing, then scolded: "Who wants to play games with him?!"

Wei WuXian said again, "Then why did you want me to repair his soul?"

A smart person like Xue Yang should know that Wei Wuxian was deliberately disturbing him to distract him, to make him speak out, so that Lan Wangji could determine his position and attack, but he still couldn't help but continued. He said viciously: "Hmph! What is it? You don't know? I want to make him a corpse and evil spirit, and I will drive him! Doesn't he want to be a noble person? I will let him kill endlessly and never have peace! "

Wei WuXian said, "Huh? You hate him so much? Then why did you kill Chang Ping?"

Xue Yang sneered and said, "Why did I kill Chang Ping? You don't need to ask! Didn't I tell you before? I said that if I wanted to destroy the gate of Chang's house, not even a single dog would be left behind!"

As soon as he spoke, it was as if he was reporting his position, and the sound of the blade piercing the body kept ringing. But Xue Yang's ability to endure hurt and pain is different from ordinary people. Wei Wuxian has already witnessed it in the public. Even if he is pierced by a sword, he can still talk and laugh. Wei WuXian said, "Then why did you delay killing Chang Ping for several years? You know exactly why you killed Chang Ping."

Xue Yang said, "Then tell me, what do I know in my heart? What do I know?!"

He roared at the last sentence. Wei WuXian said, "If you kill, then kill, why did you use Ling Chi, which represents 'punishment'? Why did you use the Shuanghua Sword instead of your calamity? Why did you have to goug out Chang Ping's eyes? "

Xue Yang roared hoarsely: "Bullshit! It's all bullshit! Do I have to let him die comfortably for revenge?!"

Wei WuXian said, "You are indeed taking revenge. But who are you taking revenge for? It's ridiculous! If you really want to take revenge, the one who should be cut down by a thousand swords is yourself!"

Swish twice, a sharp air-breaking sound hit the face. Wei WuXian didn't move, Wen Ning dodged to block in front of him, and cut off two stabbing nails that shone with poisonous black light.

Xue Yang let out a creepy laugh like a night owl, then stopped abruptly, fell silent, ignored him, and continued to fight with Lan Wangji in the fog. Wei WuXian thought to himself, "What a pity! I won't be fooled. This little rascal's vitality is too stubborn, as if he can't feel any pain at all, and it's okay to get hurt anywhere. As long as he says a few more words, Lan Zhan will stab him a few more times. I can't believe he can still be alive if his hands and feet are chopped off."

At this moment, there was a crisp sound of bamboo poles rattling in the fog.

Wei WuXian's thoughts turned around and he said, "Lan Zhan, where the thorns of the bamboo sticks are!"

Lan Wangji immediately drew his sword. Xue Yang groaned. After a while, the bamboo pole rang out in another place several meters away!

Lan Wangji continued to stab at the source of the sound. Xue Yang said: "Little blind man, you follow me, aren't you afraid that I will crush you?"

Since being killed by Xue Yang, A-Qing has been hiding in Tibet, not letting him find her. For some reason, Xue Yang didn't pay much attention to her insignificant lonely ghost. At this time, A-Qing was in the fog, following behind Xue Yang like a shadow, knocking on the bamboo pole, bào revealing his position, and guiding Lan WangJi in the direction of the attack!

Xue Yang's movement was extremely fast, and he appeared in another place in an instant. However, A-Qing did not run slowly during his lifetime, but after he turned into a ghost, he stayed close to his back like a curse, and kept knocking on the ground with the bamboo pole in his hand. The rattling sound was far and near, left and right, front and back, and it couldn't get rid of it or get rid of it. And as soon as it sounds, the edge of Bichen will follow!

Originally, Xue Yang was like a fish in water in the fog, but he could hide and attack, but now he had to focus on dealing with A-Qing. He suddenly threw a talisman back, and it was this distraction, accompanied by A-Qing's weird scream, Bichen pierced his chest!

This sword hits the point. Although A-Qing's soul had been defeated by Xue Yang's talisman, and there was no more bamboo pole knocking on the ground to reveal his traces, Xue Yang's steps had begun to be heavy, and he couldn't be as elusive and difficult to catch as before!

Wei Wuxian threw out an empty dàngdàng spirit lock bag and let it rescue and absorb A-Qing's soul. In the fog, there were a few coughs of blood, Xue Yang took a few steps, suddenly stretched out his hand and rushed forward, roaring: "Give it to me!"

Lan Wangji didn't say a word, Bichen's blue light slashed down, cutting off one of his arms.

Blood spurted out, and Wei Wuxian's surroundings suddenly overflowed with blood, and a patch of white mist in front of him seemed to be dyed red.

Although there was still no pain, there was a heavy knee landing.

Xue Yang seemed to have lost too much blood, and finally he could not walk and fell to his knees.

Without a moment's delay, Lan WangJi summoned Bichen again. Just as he was about to slash Xue Yang's head with his next sword, at this moment, blue fireworks suddenly burst into the sky in the white fog!

The Fire of the Teleporter!

Wei Wuxian's eyes narrowed, he knew that something was bad, he didn't care about the danger in the fog, and rushed over.

The bloodiest place, the ground was full of wet blood spurting from the broken arm.

However, Xue Yang's figure disappeared.

Lan WangJi walked over with Bichen that emitted blue light. Wei WuXian asked, "Is that the gravedigger?"

Xue Yang was hit critically by Bichen, and he lost his arm. Judging from the amount of blood, it was inevitable that he would die. Lan Wangji said, "It should be. I stabbed the gravedigger with three swords, and he was ready to be captured. A large number of corpses came to attack him and taught him to escape."

The gravedigger was already hit with a sword, but he was willing to take away Xue Yang's body no matter how much energy he had spent. What was he thinking of?

Wei WuXian said calmly, "...I'm afraid he also knows Xue Yang. The reason for taking Xue Yang's body away is to search him for the yīn tiger talisman."

After Xue Yang was "cleaned up" by Jin Guangyao, the whereabouts of yīn tiger talisman disappeared, and rumors have been lost. But now it seems that it is very likely that it is Xue Yang. There are hundreds of living corpses and walking corpses living in Yicheng, and it is difficult to control them just by spreading poisonous powder. Only using the yīn tiger talisman could explain why Xue Yang could arbitrarily order them to obey his orders and attack one after another.

A suspicious and cunning person like Xue Yang would definitely not put the yīn tiger talisman in a place that he couldn't see. The gravediggers took away his body, and there is a 90% chance that the yīn tiger talisman will fall into their hands.

Wei WuXian said, "The matter has come to this point, I can only hope that the power of the yīn tiger talisman that Xue Yang recovered is limited."

He knew that this matter was no trivial matter, and his tone was solemn. After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji said, "I have found the right hand of the corpse."

Wei WuXian then remembered what led them into the city, and said, "Good brother's right hand? Did you find it? When did you find it? After a fight with a gravedigger, and surrounded by a group of walking corpses, Did you find that right hand?"

Lan Wangji said, "Mm."

Wei WuXian praised vigorously, "It's really worthy of being Hanguang-Jun! So we'll be one step ahead. It's a pity it's not a head... Wait, where's Song Lan?"

After Xue Yang's body disappeared, the speed of the white mist became faster, it seemed to be a little thinner, and it was not so difficult to see things. Because of this, Wei Wuxian suddenly realized that Song Lan was gone. He thought to himself, "Wen Ning didn't warn me, that means Song Lan didn't show any intention to attack. Could it be that he's already awake?"

The skull stabbing nails in Song Lan's brain were much thinner than those in Wen Ning's brain, and the materials were different. Maybe Xue Yang didn't find suitable materials at the time. Therefore, Song Lan recovered very quickly, many times faster than Wen Ning's. , which is also quite possible. Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian turned his head and whistled in the direction Wen Ning was in. Wen Ning lowered his head and retreated after hearing the sound, his figure disappeared in the white fog.

The sound of the chain mopping the floor gradually faded away, Lan Wangji looked at him, retracted his sword, and didn't say much, just calmly said, "Let's go."

They were about to start walking when suddenly, in the pool of blood, they saw something solitary on the ground.

A severed left hand.

Four fingers clasped tightly, missing a little finger.

The fist of this hand is clenched very tightly.Wei Wuxian squatted down and used enough strength to break open one by one.In the palm of his hand, he held a candy.

This candy is slightly black and must not be eaten.

It was held too tightly, and it was already a little broken.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji returned to Yizhuang together, the door was open, and sure enough, Song Lan was standing beside the coffin Xiao Xingchen was lying on, looking down at it.

The disciples of the famous families all drew their swords, huddled together, and piled to the side, staring vigilantly at this murderous corpse.

Wei Wuxian stepped into the Yizhuang and introduced Lan Wangji, "Song Lan, Daoist Song Zichen."

Lan Wangji lightly lifted the hem of his clothes, stepped over the high threshold with a graceful posture, and nodded slightly.Song Lan raised his head and turned his gaze to them.

His sanity has recovered, his pupils have also fallen, and there are a pair of clear black eyes in the sockets.

Those eyes that were originally Xiao Xingchen were full of unspeakable sadness.