While he was in doubt, Lan WangJi suddenly said, "Thank you."

Wei Wuxian thought he had heard it wrong, and then looked at Lan Wangji, he was also looking at himself, and solemnly repeated, "Thank you."

Seeing him bowing his head slightly, Wei Wuxian was afraid that he would worship him, so he hurriedly stumbled away: "No, no. I have a problem, I don't want to hear people thank me the most, especially I don't want to hear someone thank me as seriously as you. I'm so panicked, I'm going to get jittery. I don't even need to worship me."

Lan WangJi said indifferently: "You think too much. Even if I want to worship you, I can't move."

Seeing that he was finally back to normal, and saying thank you twice to himself, Wei Wuxian was so happy that he couldn't help but want to move over. He just likes to be rubbed, but the tooth marks on his arm hurt slightly, reminding him that Lan Zhan had gone crazy just now, and maybe he will do it again later, he quickly restrained himself and looked at Hei Yun. With a stern look, he said sternly, "Jiang Cheng and the others ran out. It will take a day or two to go down the mountain. After going down the mountain, they will definitely go back to their respective houses, and they will never report back to Wen's house. But the sword was confiscated, and I don't know how long it will take to find a helping hand. . I think we're underground here, and I'm afraid we'll have to stay for a while. We'll have to figure out a way to solve some problems."

After a pause, he said again: "Fortunately, this monster has been sitting in the black pool and won't chase it out. But the bad thing is that it can't come out. It dominates the mouth at the bottom of the pool, and we can't get out."

Lan Wangji said, "Maybe it's not a monster, but a fetish. Look at what it looks like."

Wei Wuxian said, "Wang Ba."

Lan Wangji: "There is a kind of divine artifact, and it is in this form."

Wei WuXian asked, "Xuanwu God shòu?"

Xuanwu, also known as Xuanming, is a combination of guīs and snakes, and is the god of water, living in the North Sea. The underworld is also in the north, so he is the god of the north.

Lan Wangji nodded. Wei WuXian gleamed his teeth, and said, "God shòu looks like this, with fangs and cannibalism, it's a bit far from the legend."

Lan Wangji said, "Naturally, it's not a serious Xuanwu god shòu. It's a half-finished product that was demonized after failing to compete. In other words, it's a deformed Xuanwu god shòu."

Wei WuXian asked, "Deformed?"

Lan Wangji said: "I have read records in ancient books. Four hundred years ago, there was a 'fake Xuanwu' in Qishan.

Wei WuXian said, "Wen Chao took us to hunt this 400-year-old Slaughter Xuanwu shòu?"

Lan Wangji said, "The size is bigger than what is recorded in the ancient books, but it should be good."

Wei WuXian said, "It's been four hundred years, so it's time to grow up. Wasn't this Slaughter Xuanwu beheaded back then?"

Lan Wangji said, "No. There were monks who formed an alliance to kill, but that winter, there happened to be a heavy snowfall and it was extremely cold. The Slaughtering Xuanwu disappeared and has not appeared since."

Wei WuXian said, "It's hibernating."

☆、Chapter 55

After a pause, Wei WuXian said, "But even if it's hibernating, it doesn't need to sleep for four hundred years? You said that this Slaughter Xuanwu is addicted to eating strangers, how much did it eat?"

Lan Wangji said, "In the book, every time it appeared back then, it would eat as little as two or three hundred people, or as many as entire cities and villages. There were several disturbances, and at least more than 5,000 were eaten raw."

Wei WuXian said, "Oh. That's a lot of work."

This monster seems to like to put the whole person in the shell, don't know if it likes to store it and enjoy it slowly. Maybe it was four hundred years ago that it put too much grain into the shell at one go, and it has not digested it yet.

Lan Wangji ignored him, and Wei WuXian said again, "Speaking of eating, have you ever been fasting? Like us, we can probably last three or four days without eating or drinking. But if after three or four days, there is still no food. If people come to save us, our physical and spiritual power will begin to weaken."

It would be better if Wen Chao's gang would just stand by and ignore them after they had fled. After three or four days, they might have to wait for help from other clansmen. I'm afraid that the people of the Wen family will not only fail to deliver help in the snow, but also fall into the trap. The so-called "other families" only include the Gusu Lan Clan and the Yunmeng Jiang Clan. If the Wen Clan obstructs them, the time of "three or four days" will probably be doubled.

Wei WuXian took back the branch, drew a rough map on the ground, connected a few lines, and said, "Muxi Mountain to Gusu is a little closer than Muxi Mountain to Yunmeng, and your family should come first. Wait slowly. Even if they don't come, wait a day or two at most, and Jiang Cheng will be able to rush back to Lotus Pier. Jiang Cheng is smart, and the Wen family can't stop him, so there's nothing to worry about."

Lan Wangji lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I can't wait."

Wei Wuxian said, "Huh?"

Lan Wangji said, "Yunshen doesn't know where, it's already burned."

Wei WuXian said tentatively, "...Is everyone still there? Your uncle, your brother."

He originally thought that even if the head of the Lan family and Lan Wangji's father were seriously injured, Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen should still be able to take charge of the overall situation. Lan WangJi said dumbly, "Father is gone. My brother is missing."

The branch that Wei Wuxian was scribbling on the ground froze.

When going up the mountain, the son of the noble family said that the head of the Lan family was seriously injured. But he didn't expect that he would be seriously injured to the point where he was "almost gone". Maybe Lan Wangji just received the latest news in the past two days, saying that his father was dying.

Although the head of the Lan family is in seclusion all the year round and does not hear any foreign affairs, his father is his father. In addition, Lan XiChen was still missing, no wonder Lan WangJi has been particularly gloomy and angry today.

Wei Wuxian was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say. He turned around in confusion, and the whole person froze.

The firelight reflected Lan Wangji's face like a warm jade, and even more clearly illuminated a tear on his cheek.

Wei Wuxian was stunned, thinking, "Damn!"

A person like Lan Wangji may shed so many tears in his life, but one of these times was bumped into by him. He is the person who can't see other people's tears the most. The woman's tears can't be seen, and when she sees it, she wants to go up to coax and tease, making people cry and laugh. Men's tears are even more invisible. He has always felt that bumping into the tears of a normally aggressive man is more terrifying than accidentally seeing a girl who is pure and clean in the shower, but he can't go up to comfort him.

Under the multiple blows of the burning of the house, the oppression of the whole family, the death of the father, the disappearance of the elder brother, and the pain, any consolation is ineffective.

Wei WuXian didn't know where to put his hands and feet, so he turned his head away, and after a while, he said, "That, Lan Zhan."

Lan Wangji said coldly, "Shut up."

Wei Wuxian shut up.

The firewood exploded.

Lan Wangji said quietly, "Wei Ying, you are really annoying."

Wei Wuxian said, "Oh..."

He thought: "After so many things happened, Lan Zhan was terribly annoyed, but there was someone who was dangling in front of him, no wonder he was so angry, because his leg was injured and he couldn't beat me, so he had to bite me... I think I'd better leave him a clean place."

After holding it for a while, he still said: "Actually, I didn't want to bother you... I just wanted to say, are you cold or not. The clothes are roasted, the middle clothes are for you, and I keep the coat."

The middle coat was his close-fitting clothes, and it was not suitable for Lan Wangji to wear, but his coat was too dirty to be seen. The people of the Lan Sect in Gusu are all very clean, so it seems a bit offensive to give such a dress to Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji didn't speak or look at him, Wei Wuxian threw the toasted white t-shirt beside him, put on his robe, and got out silently.

The two waited for three days.

There are no sun and moon in the dòng, and the reason why know that it is three days is because of the outrageous work and rest rules of the Lan family. When the hour comes, he automatically falls asleep, and when the hour comes, he automatically wakes up, so he can calculate the time by looking at how many sleeps Lan Wangji has slept in.

After these three days of recuperation, Lan Wangji's injury on his leg did not worsen, he was slowly recovering, and soon he began to meditate again.

Wei Wuxian didn't move in front of his eyes for a few days, and when Lan Wangji regained his composure, adjusted his mood, and turned into that calm and unremarkable Lan Zhan, he just went back as if nothing had happened. He pretended that he didn't see or hear anything that night, and he stopped teasing him for fun. The two were lukewarm when they got along, but also peaceful.

During this period, the two spied around Blackpool many times. Slaughter Xuanwu had already dragged all the corpses into the shell, and the huge pitch-black shell floated on the water, like an invincible giant warship. The first few times heard the sound of heavy chewing coming from the inside, but the next few times couldn't hear it. Instead, it was a sound similar to snoring after falling asleep, like a dull thunder.

They picked up the arrows, longbows, and irons scattered on the shore. Holding it back and counting, there are about eight or ninety feather arrows, nearly twenty longbows, and about one iron iron.

At this time, it was the fourth day.

Lan WangJi picked up a longbow with his left hand, and looked at its material intently. When he plucked the bowstring with his right hand, a sonorous metallic sound came out.

This is the bow and arrow used by the Xianmen family to hunt demons and monsters at night. The materials for making bows and arrows are extraordinary. Lan Wangji removed all the bowstrings from the bows, and connected them end to end, forming an incomparably long string. He tensed the string with both hands, and then swung it, the bowstring flew out like lightning, a white light dazzled, and a rock three meters in front was shattered.

Lan Wangji withdrew his hand, and the bowstring burst into the air with a sharp neigh.

Wei WuXian asked, "String killing technique?"

The string killing technique is one of the secret skills of the Gusu Lan Sect. Lan Yi is also the only female head of the Lan Clan in Gusu. She repairs the qin. The qin has seven strings, which can be detached and fastened. , in the next moment, she can cut bone and ròu like mud, becoming a deadly weapon in her hands.

Lan Wing's string killing technique is to assassinate dissidents, so it is widely criticized. Gusu Lan's own evaluation of this suzerain is subtle, but it is undeniable that string killing technique is also one of the most lethal among Gusu Lan's secret techniques. A close combat tactic.

Lan Wangji said, "Break it from the inside."

The guī armor is as solid as a fortress, and the skin is extremely hard, seemingly unbreakable. But the more so, the more fragile the body part it hides in the shell may be. This point, Wei Wuxian has also thought about it for the past few days, and is clear in his heart. What he knew better was the current situation.

After three days of recuperation, their current state has just reached its peak. And if you wait any longer, it will gradually decline.

And the fourth day has passed, and the rescuers still haven't come.

Instead of sitting still, it is better to go all out. If the two of them work together to kill this Slaughter Xuanwu, they can escape from the water under the black pool.

Wei WuXian said, "I also agree, attack from within. But I have heard of your family's string killing technique. The inside of the guī shell is limited, which is not good for performance. In addition, your leg injury has not healed, so I am afraid that you will have to use it at a discount, right? "

This is the truth, Lan Wangji understands. They all understand that when they go into battle and insist on doing things they are unable to do, they have no other effect than dragging their feet.

Wei WuXian said, "Listen to me."

Slaughter Xuanwu was still floating on the water of the black pool.

Its four claws, head and tail are all retracted, there is a large mouth in front, and five small mouths are lined up on the left and right and back. Like an isolated island, a hill, the mountain is dark, uneven, covered with moss, and hung with green and dark algae.

Quietly, Wei WuXian, carrying a bundle of feather arrows and iron cauldrons, like a thin silver fish, sneaked in front of Slaughter Xuanwu's head.

Half of this dòng was immersed in the black pool water, and Wei Wuxian swam in.

After passing his head, Wei Wuxian turned inside the shell. It was as if his feet had stepped on a thick layer of mud, and the "mud" was still soaked in water, and the overwhelming stench made him almost scolded.

The stench was rotten and sweet, reminding Wei Wuxian that he had seen a fat dead mouse by a lake in Yunmeng before. He pinched his nose and said to himself, "This ghost place... Fortunately, Lan Zhan was not allowed in. With his ten fingers not touching the sun's water, he couldn't vomit immediately when he smelled it. If he didn't vomit, he would be fainted. past."

Slaughter Xuanwu made a gentle grunt. Wei Wuxian held his breath as he walked quietly, the soles of his feet sinking deeper and deeper. After three steps, the mud-like thing was below his knees. There seemed to be some hard lumps in the mud and water. Wei Wuxian was slightly shorter, and after fumbling a few times, he suddenly touched something furry.

like human hair.

Wei Wuxian withdrew his hand, knowing that this was the one who was dragged in by Slaughter Xuanwu. When touched it again, found another boot. Half of the leg inside the boot was rotten, half ròu and half bone.

It seems that this demon shòu doesn't like gānjing very much. The residue that it didn't finish eating, or the part that didn't have time to eat, leaked out of its teeth and spit it into the shell. And at this moment, Wei Wuxian was standing in the mud of these corpses.

These past few days, he was crawling and rolling, his body was too dirty to look at, Wei Wuxian didn't care about marinating any more, he wiped his hands on his trousers at will, and continued to walk forward.

The snoring of the demon is getting louder and louder, the air is getting heavier, and the mud on the soles of the feet is getting thicker and thicker. Finally, his hand lightly touched the uneven skin of the demon. He slowly continued to grope along the skin, and sure enough, the head and neck were scaly armor, and further down was the hard, pitted epidermis. The further down the skin, the thinner and more fragile it became.

At this time, the corpse had spread to Wei Wuxian's waist. Most of the corpses here have not been eaten, and the remaining bodies are large pieces, which should not be called corpses, but should be called corpses. Wei Wuxian stretched his hand behind his back, ready to untie the feather arrow and iron iron, but found that iron iron was stuck by something and couldn't get it out.

He held the long rod of the iron and pulled it out with force, and then he pulled it out. At the same time, the front end of the iron brought something out of the pile of corpses, making a slight "dang" sound.

Wei Wuxian froze immediately.

After a long while, there was no movement around, and the demon didn't attack. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself, "It seems that the iron iron was stuck by something just now, and the sound is iron? It's still a long time, take a look Is there any use? The poor guy, if it is a high-grade fairy sword, it would be best!"

He reached out and felt something like that, a long, blunt, rust-covered surface. The moment he held it, a scream rang out in Wei Wuxian's ears.

This scream seemed like thousands of people were screaming in despair in his ears, and all of a sudden, a chill ran down his arm, and Wei Wuxian jerked back his hand. Said: "What, such a strong resentment!"

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly lit up, and a faint red glow pulled out Wei Wuxian's shadow, revealing a pitch-black iron sword in front of him, slanting at the heart of his shadow.

This is inside the shell of Slaughter Xuanwu, how can there be light?

Wei Wuxian turned his head suddenly, and sure enough, a pair of big golden eyes were close at hand.