There was no need to ask any further, Wei WuXian knew that during the time he was driven by Xue Yang into a murderous corpse, he had seen everything and remembered everything.

To ask more questions, to say more, will only add to the helplessness and pain.

After a moment of silence, Wei Wuxian took out two equally thin spiritual lock bags, handed them to him, and said, "Daoist Master Xiao Xingchen, and A-Qing."

Although A-Qing was killed by Xue Yang, she was very afraid of him, but just now, she still followed him closely so that he couldn't get rid of or escape.

She was almost blown away by Xue Yang's photo of a spell, Wei Wuxian picked it up and tried his best to get some back. Now, it was broken into pieces, and it was about the same as Xiao Xingchen. Two groups of weak souls, each curled up in a locked spirit sack, as if bumped with a little force, they would be scattered in the sack.

Song Lan's hands trembled slightly, took them over, and held them in the palm of his hand.

Wei WuXian said, "Daoist Master Song, what are you going to do with the corpse of Daoist Master Xiao Xingchen?"

Song Lan carefully carried the two spiritual lock sacs in one hand, and took out Fu Xue with the other hand, and wrote two lines on the ground: "The corpse is cremated. The soul rests in peace."

Xiao Xingchen's soul was broken like this, and he would definitely not be able to return to his body, even if he was cremated. This body dissipates, leaving only a pure soul, which is slowly raised in peace, and maybe one day, it can return to the world.

Wei Wuxian said again, "What do you plan to do in the future?"

Song Lan wrote: "Negative Shuanghua, walk the road of the world. Together with the stardust, eliminate demons and annihilate evil spirits."

After a pause, he wrote again: "When he wakes up, say sorry, it's not your fault."

These were the words he hadn't been able to say to Xiao Xingchen during his lifetime.

The demonic fog in Yicheng gradually dissipated, and the long street and the fork in the road could be clearly seen.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian walked out of this desolate ghost town with a group of children from aristocratic families. Song Lan said goodbye to them at the city gate.

He was still in that dark Taoist robe, alone, carrying two swords, Shuanghua and Fuxue. With two souls, Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing embarked on a different path.

Not the way they came to Yicheng.

Lan SiZhui stared at his back for a while and said, "'Mingyue Qingfeng Xiao Xingchen, Aoxue Lingshuang Song Zichen'... I wonder if the two of them will meet again."

Wei Wuxian was walking on the rough road, when he saw a rough place, and said to himself, "It was here that Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing rescued Xue Yang back then."

Lan Jingyi said, "You should tell us now, what did you see when we were together? How could that person be Xue Yang? Why did he pretend to be Xiao Xingchen?"

"And also, was that the ghost general just now? Where is the ghost general now? Why haven't I seen him? Is he still in Yicheng? Why did he suddenly appear?"

Wei Wuxian pretended not to hear the second question and said, "Well, it's a very complicated story..."

All the way down, after he finished speaking, there was a gloomy cloud beside him, and no one remembered Ghost General anymore.

Lan Jingyi was the first to cry and said, "How could such a thing happen in the world!"

Jin Ling was furious: "That Xue Yang, scum! Scum! It's too cheap for him to die!"

The young man who had praised A-Qing when he was watching the door fèng beat his chest and said, "Miss A-Qing, Miss A-Qing!"

Lan Jingyi cried the loudest and was extremely complacent, but this time, no one reminded him to be careful not to make noise, because Lan SiZhui's eyes were also red, but fortunately Lan WangJi didn't ban him. With snot and tears streaming down her face, Lan Jingyi suggested, "Let's go burn some paper money for Daoist Master Xiao Xingchen and Miss A-Qing? Isn't there a village ahead of the intersection? Let's go buy something and pay homage to them."

Everyone agreed: "Good good!"

After speaking, they arrived at the village at the intersection of the stone tablets. Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui couldn't wait to run in. They bought some incense sticks, incense candles, and red and red paper money. Something like a windproof stove, a group of teenagers squatted on the ground in a circle, and started to burn paper money, while burning and thinking. Wei Wuxian's heart was also very heavy at first, and he didn't say a few witty words on the road. Seeing this, he couldn't help but say to Lan Wangji, "Hanguang-kun, you don't want to stop them from doing things like this at people's door. a bit."

Lan Wangji said lightly, "Go and stop it."

Wei WuXian said, "Okay, I'll discipline you."

He went and said: "I'm not mistaken? You are all children of the Xianmen family. Your parents, uncles and uncles have not taught you. Can the dead not receive paper money? What money? I can't receive it. And this is the door of someone else's house, you are here..."

Lan Jingyi waved his hand and said, "Go away, go away, you are protected from the wind. You won't be able to burn, and besides, you haven't died, how do you know that dead people can't receive paper money?"

Another teenager raised his face with tears and soot on his face, and agreed: "That's right. How do you know? What if you can get it?"

Wei Wuxian murmured, "How do I know?"

Of course he knows!

In the years since he died, he never received a single piece of paper money!

Lan Jingyi stabbed him in the heart again: "Even if you don't receive it, it must be because no one burns it for you."

Wei WuXian asked himself, "How could it be? Did I fail like this? No one is willing to burn paper money for me? Is it really because no one burned it for me, so I didn't receive it?"

The more he thought about it, the more impossible he felt. He turned his head and asked Lan Wangji in a low voice, "Hanguang-Jun, have you ever burned me? At least you have burned me?"

Lan Wangji glanced at him, lowered his head and brushed off the dust stained on the bottom of his sleeve, quietly looking into the distance without saying a word.

Wei Wuxian looked at his An Ran profile and thought, "No way?"

Really not?!

At this time, a villager came over with a soil bow on his back, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you burning here? This is the door of my house, so auspicious!"

Wei WuXian said, "Look, have you been scolded?"

These teenagers have never done this kind of thing before. They don't know that it is unlucky to burn paper money at people's door, so they apologized repeatedly. Lan Sizhui said, "Is this your door?"

The villager said, "Three generations of my family have lived here, isn't it mine or yours?"

Hearing his rudeness, Jin Ling stood up and said, "How did you talk?"

Wei Wuxian pressed his head down. Lan Sizhui said again, "I see. Sorry, my question didn't mean anything else, it's just that the last time we passed this house, we saw another hunter here, so I only asked this question."

The villager said blankly, "Another hunter? What another?"

He compared "three" and said, "Three generations of my family! I am the only one. I have no brothers. My father died a long time ago. My daughter-in-law didn't marry and didn't have a baby. Where can I get another hunter?"

Lan Jingyi said: "Really!" He also stood up and said, "Wear well, wear a big hat, just sit in your yard and bow your head to repair bows and arrows, as if you are going to go hunting soon. We're here. When I was here, I asked him for directions. He pointed us to the direction of Yicheng."

The villager said: "Nonsense! Did you really see me sitting in my yard? There is no such person in my house! All the ghosts in Yicheng beat people to death, show you the way? Are you trying to kill you! What you see is Hell!"

He shook his head and turned away. Only a group of teenagers looked at each other in dismay. Lan Jingyi said, "It was indeed sitting in this courtyard, I remember very clearly..."

Wei WuXian briefly said a few words to Lan WangJi, then turned around and said, "Understood, you were led to Yicheng by someone. That hunter is not a villager here at all, someone pretended to be."

Jin Ling said, "Then from killing cats and throwing corpses along the way, someone was leading us here? Is that fake hunter the one who did these things?"

Wei WuXian said, "Eight|Nine is inseparable from ten."

Lan SiZhui asked in confusion, "Why does he take so much trouble?"

Wei WuXian said, "I don't know yet, but from now on, you must be careful. If you encounter such a strange thing again, don't investigate it yourself, contact your family first, and send more people to act together. If it wasn't for Hanguang-Jun this time. It happens to be in Yicheng, your little life is not guaranteed."

Thinking of the consequences if they were left alone in Yicheng, many people's hair stood on their backs. Whether it was surrounded by living corpses or facing the living demon Xue Yang, the qíng shape made people shudder.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian walked for a while with a group of children from an aristocratic family, and when it was getting dark, they rushed to the city where they kept their dogs and donkeys.

The city was brightly lit, and the voices were loud.

This is where the living live.

Wei Wuxian opened his hands to the donkey and shouted, "Little Apple!"

Little Apple yelled at him furiously, and immediately, Wei Wuxian heard a bark, and immediately jumped behind Lan Wangji. Fairy also rushed over, a dog and a donkey confronted each other, baring each other's teeth.

Lan Wangji said, "Shut down here. Let's all go to dinner."

He took Wei Wuxian and walked to the second floor under the guidance of Tea Sheng. Jin Ling and the others were about to follow, but Lan Wangji turned around and glanced at them with an unintelligible look. Lan Sizhui immediately said to the others, "The long seats and the young seats have to be separated, so let's stay on the first floor."

Lan WangJi nodded and continued to walk up with an indifferent expression. Jin Ling stood hesitantly on the stairs, unable to go up or down, Wei Wuxian turned his head and giggled, "The adults and children have to be separated. There are some things you'd better not see."

Jin Ling pouted and said, "Who is going to watch!"

Lan Wangji ordered someone to book a table for a group of children from aristocratic families on the first floor, while he and Wei Wuxian asked for a private room on the second floor. The two sat opposite each other, talked a lot, and explained many details. After a while, the dishes came, and so did the wine.

Wei Wuxian glanced casually at the dishes on the table, most of them were red and spicy. He paid attention to Lan WangJi's chopsticks, and found that he was more active with light dishes, occasionally reaching for the bright red plate, his face remained unchanged at the entrance, and his heart moved slightly.

Lan Wangji noticed his gaze and asked, "What's wrong."

Wei Wuxian poured a glass of wine slowly, and said, "I want someone to drink with me."

☆、Chapter 43

Hearing this, Lan WangJi lowered his eyes slightly uncomfortably.

Wei WuXian knew in his heart that Lan WangJi must still have a shadow from the last time, and he couldn't figure it out. But he couldn't make his intentions too obvious, so he pretended not to mention it, raised his head and drank the glass of wine, and sighed, "I'm very depressed."

Lan WangJi raised his eyes again and asked back, "You are depressed."

Whether it was a question or a rhetorical question, his tone sounded flat. Wei WuXian said, "Why can't I be sullen. I suffocate for you. The aftermath of Yicheng is no small trouble. If such a big city really needs to be cleaned up, it will definitely consume a lot of money in all aspects. It's not your jurisdiction. I suggest that you, the Gusu Lan Clan, not take it all in, but click on the younger generation downstairs to see how many families they have, and ask them to contribute."

Lan Wangji said, "It can be considered."

Wei WuXian said, "Yes, yes, but consideration can only be considered. You know, these aristocratic families like to have prey rushing on them, and they push around when they have the responsibility. How can they let go and help together so easily. What about you, I also know that even if others refuse to help, you will carry the burden. So, you will have to pay for this. Also, look at Jin Ling. Look at him."

Lan Wangji said, "How about Jin Ling?"

Wei WuXian tapped the knuckles of his index finger on the table and said, "Your family Jingyi said that his eldest miss has a temper, and he is right. If you are unruly, if you open your mouth, you will offend people, and you will stab the honeycomb. If it wasn't for you several times. I protect him, he is not only going to suffer a big loss, his bones and scum are swallowed up."

Although, when he mentioned this, his original intention was to deceive Lan Wangji, but it was also what he said in his heart. As he spoke, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but say, "Every time he goes out for night hunting, he is always alone. His uncle doesn't count. There isn't even a peer of the same age around him. We used to... …”

As if remembering something unpleasant, Lan Wangji raised his eyebrows slightly and sat more upright.

Seeing this, Wei Wuxian changed his tone and said, "Okay, it's me, I used to. I wasn't like this before."

Lan Wangji said softly, "That's you. Not everyone is like you."

Wei WuXian said, "But children like to be lively and crowded. If he hadn't happened to meet some of your family members who were investigating the same thing as him this time, he would definitely have acted recklessly by himself. He was led into Yicheng. Lord Hanguang,"

He put down his wine glass, leaned forward, stared at Lan Wangji's face, and said, "Tell me, is this kid Jin Ling particularly unsocial? He doesn't have a single friend in the family? The Jiang family doesn't mention it, but Jin Does the family have no juniors of the same generation and similar age as him?"

The only son of Jin Guangshan's bright face is Jin Zixuan, who came from the wife of the main family. Although he loves to mess with flowers, steals everywhere, and has many illegitimate children, most of them ignore them. Especially after being fed up with that woman, she completely forgot about it. Among these illegitimate children, only Jin Guangyao stood out. Although his background is so humble that it is hard to tell, but it is enough to be admired by his single-handedly accomplished feats in the Battle of the Sun. In addition, he is smooth and clever, and he is good at flattering, so he can open up all kinds of joints and be able to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors. Wei WuXian asked, "Could it be that Jin GuangYao doesn't have a son or daughter of the same age who can play with him?"

Lan Wangji said, "Jin Guangyao once had a son who died at the age of six."

Wei WuXian said, "Nothing will come out after that? So, now the most orthodox bloodline in the next generation of the Lanling Jin Sect is only Jin Ling?"

After getting the affirmative answer, Wei Wuxian was silent, thinking to himself, "Neither parents nor friends of similar age grew up together. Although he seems to like Jin Guangyao, his uncle is an uncle, not a father. Cheng is not someone who can teach children at all...it's a complete mess."

After a pause, he said, "Forget it. Let's not mention it."

Lan WangJi looked at him and remained silent for a while, then suddenly rolled up his sleeves and reached out to pour himself a glass of wine.

Then, he raised his glass and drank slowly.

The last time Wei Wuxian was drinking, Wei Wuxian didn't look at his spirit carefully, but this time he paid special attention.

When Lan Wangji was drinking, he closed his eyes, frowned slightly, drank a cup, and pursed his lips imperceptibly before opening his eyes. In the eye wave, there will also be a layer of shallow water light.

Wei Wuxian raised his chin at the table, and began to count silently in his heart.

At the eighth count, Lan Wangji put down the wine glass, propped his forehead, and slowly fell asleep.

A strange excitement flooded Wei Wuxian's heart.

Sure enough, sleep first and then get drunk!

He drank the remaining wine in the jug in one gulp, stood up and walked around the private room with his hands on his back, gearing up for a test.