Lan WangJi took out the last talisman and said, "This talisman has been reversed."

Jiang Cheng said, "Reversal? What is reversal?"

Lan Wangji said, "Ordinary talismans, exorcise evil spirits. This talisman attracts evil spirits."

Jiang Cheng was slightly stunned: "Fu Zhuan—can it attract evil? It's unheard of."

Lan Wangji said: "It is indeed unheard of, but after testing, it does have the ability to summon evil spirits."

Jiang Cheng took the talisman and looked at it carefully, and said, "I just added a few strokes to reverse the function of the entire talisman? Is this artificial?"

Lan Wangji said: "There are a total of four strokes added, all drawn with human blood. The entire town house talisman of the Supervision Liao has been altered. The strokes of the strokes are the same person."

Jiang Cheng said: "Then who might this person be? Among the famous people of the various families, I have never heard of anyone who can gān this kind of thing." Then he added: "But no matter who he is, the purpose is the same as ours - Tu Jinwen dog!"

The two followed the qíng newspaper all the way north, and every time they passed, they could hear that there were tragic corpses there. All of these corpses were cultivators of the Wen family who were wearing Yanyang flaming robes. However, all of them died in a horrific state, with various ways of dying, and all of them were exposed in turbulent places. Jiang Cheng said, "Do you think these people were also killed by the same person?"

Lan Wangji said: "The evil spirit is very serious. It should be done by one person."

Jiang Cheng hummed, "Evil? In this world, can there be anything more evil than a warm dog!"

In the middle of the night on the fourth day, the two finally caught the trace of Wen Zhuliu near a post in a remote mountain town.

The inn has two floors, and there is a stable next to the building. When Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng arrived, they happened to see a tall figure rushing into the building and locked the door. The two of them were afraid of Wen Zhuliu's cultivation, so they were inconvenient to fight and startle the snake. Instead of entering through the door, they climbed onto the roof.

Jiang Cheng endured the monstrous hatred in his chest, gritted his teeth, stared at the tile fèng, and looked inside.

Wen Zhuliu was dressed in the dust, holding a figure in his arms, shuffled up to the second floor, put the person on the table, and then ran to the window and pulled down all the curtains to cover it tightly. Back at the table, the oil lamp was lit.

The faint light illuminated his face, still pale and cold, but there were two thick black lines under his eyes. The other person at the table, wrapped tightly all over his body, even his face was covered in a cloak, like a fragile cocoon, shivered, huddled in the cloak and panting, suddenly said: "Don't light the lamp! What if he finds out!"

Lan WangJi raised his head and looked at Jiang Cheng, both of them had the same doubts in their eyes.

This person must be Wen Chao, but how did Wen Chao's voice become like this, sharp and thin, not like Wen Chao at all?

Wen Zhuliu lowered his head to look through the things in his sleeves, and said, "Can't he find out if he doesn't light the lamp?"

Wen Chao said loudly, "We, we have run so far, we have run for so long, he, he should not be able to catch it!"

Wen Zhuliu said indifferently, "Maybe."

Wen Chao angrily said, "What is maybe! If you haven't escaped, don't run away!"

Wen Zhuliu said, "You need to take medicine. Otherwise, you will die."

Saying that, he lifted Wen Chao's cloak at once.

With this lift, the two people on the roof were slightly startled!

Under the cloak, not Wen Chao's arrogant, domineering handsome face, but a bald head covered in bandages!

Wen Zhuliu peeled off the bandage layer by layer, revealing the skin of the bald man. This face is covered with uneven burns and scars, making his whole person seem to be cooked, hideous and ugly, and he can't see the shadow of the former person at all!

Wen Zhuliu took out the medicine bottle, first gave him a few pills, then took out the ointment and smeared it on the burns on his head and face. Wen Chao whimpered in pain, however, Wen Zhuliu said, "Don't cry, or the tears will make the wound fester and the pain will be worse!"

Wen Chao could only hold back his tears, he couldn't even cry. Beside the flickering firelight, a bald man with a burnt face bared his teeth and cracked his teeth, and made a strange strange sound from his mouth. This scene is truly unparalleled horror.

At this moment, Wen Chao screamed and said, "Dizi! Dizi! Is it a flute?! I heard him playing the flute again!"

Wen Zhuliu said, "No! It's the wind."

However, Wen Chao was so frightened that he fell to the ground, howled again, and Wen Zhuliu picked him up again. It seemed that something was wrong with Wen Chao's legs and he couldn't move by himself.

After Wen Zhuliu applied the medicine for him, he took out a few buns from his arms, handed them to him, and said, "Eat it. After eating, continue on your way."

Wen Chao shivered and took a bite. Seeing this, Jiang Cheng remembered the day he and Wei Wuxian fled, and the two of them couldn't even eat a mouthful of food. This scene, it's really not retribution! He was full of joy, the corners of his mouth raised, and he laughed silently.

Suddenly, Wen Chao seemed to have bitten something, revealing an extremely terrifying spirit, and threw the buns out, screaming, "I won't eat ròu! I won't eat it! I won't eat it! I won't eat ròu!"

Wen Zhuliu handed another one and said, "This is not from ròu."

Wen Chao said, "I want to find my father, when can I go back to my father!"

Wen Zhuliu said: "At this rate, there are still two days."

He spoke very honestly, never exaggerating, never cheating, but this honesty made Wen Chao extremely painful, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Two days? Two days?! Look at me now, what do I look like now? Wait two more days. , what would I be like?! Useless stuff!"

Wen Zhuliu stood up suddenly, Wen Chao shrank in fright, thinking that he wanted to run away alone, but suddenly he knew he was afraid. All the guards died tragically in front of him one by one, only this Wen Zhuliu, who was his last reliance, quickly changed his words: "No no no, Wen Zhuliu, Brother Wen! Don't go, you can't leave me, as long as You take me back to my father, and I will let him promote you to the top guest! No, no, you saved me, you are my elder brother, and I will let him recognize you as my sect! From now on you will be my elder brother!"

Wen Zhuliu stared at the direction of the stairs and said, "No need."

Not only did he hear it, but Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng also heard it. The sound of footsteps came from the stairs of the station.

There was a person who was walking up the stairs step by step.

Wen Chao's burnt face instantly faded from the excess blood. He shivered and stretched out his hands from his cloak, covering his face, as if he was too afraid, and wanted to cover his eyes to protect himself. And these palms, turned out to be bare, not a finger!

Boom, boom, boom.

The man walked upstairs slowly, dressed in black, with a slender figure, a flute around his waist, and walking behind his back.

Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng on the roof both put their hands on the hilt of their swords.

However, when that person walked up the stairs leisurely, turned around with a smile, and saw Lan Wangji with that handsome face, his eyes widened in disbelief.

☆、Chapter 62 Wind Evil Thirteenth 2

Lan WangJi's lips trembled as he silently said two words. Jiang Cheng stood up almost on the spot.

It's Wei Wuxian.

However, apart from that face, from head to toe, this person was nothing like the original Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian was clearly a bright and handsome young man with a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows, never willing to walk properly.

And this person, surrounded by a cold yīn depressive air, handsome but pale, with a deep smile.

The sight in front of us was too unexpected, and the situation in the house was uncertain, so we should not act rashly and startle the snake. Even though the two people on the roof were extremely shocked, they did not rush in rashly, but just lowered their heads and kept their distance from them. Wat fèng is closer.

Inside the room, Wei Wuxian, who was dressed in black, turned around slowly, and said in a pleasant manner, "What a coincidence, I met you again."

Wen Chao covered his face, and only his breath was left: "Wen Zhuliu...Wen Zhuliu!"

Hearing the sound, Wei Wuxian slowly curved his eyes and the corners of his mouth, and said, "It's been so many days, do you still think it's useful to call him?"

He took a few steps towards this side and kicked something Bai Shengsheng at his feet. Looking down, it was the ròu bun that Wen Chao threw out just now.

Wei WuXian said, "Why, picky eaters?"

Wen Chao fell off the stool.

While he was crying and howling, he crawled on the ground with his hands without ten fingers, and the black cloak that was mopping the floor slipped down his lower body, exposing his two legs.

These two legs hung under him like cumbersome furnishings, covered with bandages, and unusually slender. Due to his violent movements, a fèng gap was pulled between the bandages, revealing the white bones with bright red blood and ròu threads hanging inside.

The ròu on his leg was actually cut off.

Wen Chao's sharp cry came back from the empty inn. Wei WuXian, as if he hadn't heard it, lightly lifted the hem of his clothes, sat down on another table, shook his head, and said, "I can't eat any other ròu? Are your own legs so delicious?"

Hearing this, a chill flashed in the eyes of the two people on the roof.

Wei Wuxian actually let Wen Chao eat his own leg!

The second oil lamp lit faintly, and before the bright flames, half of Wei Wuxian's face was bright and half was dark. With something between his fingers, he lowered his arm, and a pale face emerged from the darkness under the table.

There was a crunching sound from under the table.

A white child was squatting at his feet, as if a small shòu was eating something that Wei Wuxian fed.

Wei WuXian withdrew his hand and patted the white ghost boy's sparsely-haired head twice. The ghost boy took the food he was feeding, turned around, sat at his feet, hugged his calf, continued to chew fiercely in his mouth, and stared at Wen Zhuliu with cold eyes.

What he chewed in his mouth were two human fingers.

Needless to say, it must be Wen Chao's finger!

Lan Wangji stared at the sullen ghost boy and Wei WuXian who was also sullen, and clenched Bichen's sword hilt.

Wei Wuxian lowered his head, teaching people to not see clearly, and said quietly, "Zhao Zhuliu, do you really think that you can save his life under my hands?"

Wen Zhuliu still stood in front of Wen Chao.

Wei WuXian sneered, adjusted his sleeves slowly, and said, "What a loyal and warm dog."

He whispered: "Zhao Zhuliu, do you still insist that you are a good man?

"In order to repay Wen Ruohan's kindness, he listened to his words and ignored right and wrong. Tsk tsk, what a good person.

"The grace of knowing. Ha."

Suddenly, his tone of voice turned sharply, and he said sharply: "Why do you have to pay the price for your kindness!"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Chao's shrill cry came from behind Wen Zhuliu!

Wen Chao had already climbed to the corner and squeezed desperately into the plank, as if thinking that he would be able to squeeze himself out of the fèng gap. Unexpectedly, a red shadow suddenly fell from the ceiling. A long-haired woman in a red dress with a livid face fell heavily onto him.

At some point, this woman climbed to the ceiling. Her dark blue face, bright red clothes, and long jet-black hair formed a terrifying contrast. She grabbed the bandage on Wen Chao's head with ten fingers and tore it with force!

This bandage was wrapped by Wen Zhuliu after applying the medicine to Wen Chao just now. The ointment, the skin and the bandage were sticking together. The skin after being burned by the fire was already very fragile. The scars that were not peeled off and the extra thin skin were torn off together, and even the lips were torn off. A bumpy bald head instantly turned into a bloody bald head.

Wen Chao fainted on the spot. The moment he heard his screams, Wen Zhuliu remained motionless, but Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng looked closely and found that there were a few figures shrouding his body, vague but firmly attached. On him, Wen Zhuliu was motionless not because of his calmness, but because of his rigidity.

The woman with a livid face threw the bandage on the ground, like a four-legged creature, crawling towards Wei Wuxian with her hands and feet on the ground.

When she was tearing up Wen Chao's skin just now, her face was hideous, but after she got to Wei Wuxian's side, that blue face was pressed against Wei Wuxian's thigh, and it seemed like a charming concubine, obediently begging. The master's favor, the mouth is still giggling. Wei Wuxian sat slanted by the table, his posture was very comfortable and relaxed, his right hand was gently stroking her long smooth hair.

He said, "I've been teasing you for so long, it's time to end it. I'm no longer interested in you two warm dogs."

After speaking, Wei Wuxian pulled out the flute from his waist.

Just as he was about to bring the flute to his lips, suddenly, someone on the roof said, "You are not interested, I have!"

A long whip of purple light smashed down the tile, hooked Wen Zhuliu's neck straight, and wrapped around his neck three times, and suddenly raised it. Wen Zhuliu's tall and heavy body was hoisted up by the electric light whip and suspended in the air. At that time, there was a cracking sound of "click" in his neck.

He didn't die immediately, but his face blushed, his body twitched, and he struggled hard. The eyes are wide open, and the eyeballs almost burst out of their sockets!

Seeing the light of purple lightning, Wei Wuxian's pupils shrank, he turned around and stood up, and the green-faced girl and ghost boy who had been lying at his feet instantly retreated into the darkness. Two figures, one black and one white, jumped off the roof and landed on the second floor of the station. At the same time, Wen Zhuliu, who was wrapped around his neck by the purple electricity, gradually stopped moving.

Wei Wuxian held the flute and silently confronted the two in front of him. Behind them, there was Wen Zhuliu, who died in agony, and Wen Chao, a cripple who was already half-dead.

Wei Wuxian's eyes swept back and forth between Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng, but none of the three spoke first.

After a while, Jiang Cheng raised his arm and threw something at it.

Wei Wuxian raised his hand and Jiang Cheng said, "Your sword!"

Wei Wuxian's hand slowly fell. He looked down at him casually, paused for a while, and said, "...Thank you."

After another long silence, Jiang Cheng suddenly stepped forward, slapped him, and said, "Stinky boy! Where have you been for these three months!"

There is joy in this scolding.

Lan Wangji's eyes were always fixed on Wei Wuxian, his expression was stern, as if he was fighting fiercely in his heart. Wei Wuxian was stunned by Jiang Cheng's slap, and after a while, he slapped it back and said, "Haha, it's hard to say, it's hard to say!"

Just now, the cold air on his body was instantly diluted by these two palms, and in an instant, it seemed that he had changed back to the original flying and jumping young boy. Jiang Cheng was in a fit of anger, hugged him hard, and pushed him away, "Didn't we agree to meet at the broken town at the foot of the mountain? I waited five or six days, but I haven't seen your shadow! Looking for you while busy with family affairs, no news, my head is big!"

Wei WuXian lifted the hem of his clothes, sat down at the table again, and waved his hands, "It's hard to say anything. A bunch of warm dogs caught me there and threw me in a hell of a toss."

Jiang Cheng was stunned and said, "...what the hell? But I've asked people in town, and they said they've never seen you before?!"