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Wei Wuxian sat up.
After a long silence, a surging hatred suddenly surged in his heart.
He kicked Wen Ning's chest and knocked him to the ground.
Wen Qing shrank in fright, clenched his fists, but only lowered his head and pursed his lips. Wei WuXian growled, "Who did you kill? Do you know who you killed?!"
At this moment, Wen Yuan ran in from outside the hall with a rough woven butterfly on his head, and said with a smile, "Brother Xian..."
He originally wanted to show Wei Wuxian the butterfly painted in a new color, but after entering, he saw Wei Wuxian who looked like a ghost, and Wen Ning curled up on the ground, and he was stunned. Wei Wuxian turned his head abruptly, he didn't hold back his thoughts, his eyes were terrifying, Wen Yuan jumped in fright, the butterfly slipped from the top of his head, fell to the ground, and burst into tears on the spot. The fourth uncle hurriedly came in with his waist hooked and carried him out.
After Wen Ning was kicked over by him, he got up and knelt down again, daring to speak. Wei WuXian grabbed his collar, lifted him up, and roared like crazy, "You can kill anyone, why did you want to kill Jin Zixuan?!"
Wen Qing watched from the side, really wanting to come up to protect his younger brother, but he could not hold back, and he shed tears of sadness and horror.
Wei WuXian said, "If you kill him, what should Senior Sister do? What should Senior Sister's son do?! What should I do? What should I do?!"
His roar hummed in the Demon Exorcism Hall, and when it spread outside, Wen Yuan cried even more.
Hearing the distant cry of the child in his ears, and seeing the frightened siblings who didn't know where to put their hands and feet in their eyes, Wei Wuxian's heart grew darker and darker. He asked himself: "Why did I keep myself trapped in this mass grave all these years? Why did I have to suffer this? Why did I have to go this way in the first place? Why did I make myself like this? I Got what? Am I crazy? Am I crazy? Am I crazy!"
If only he hadn't chosen this path in the first place.
Suddenly, Wen Ning said in a low voice, "...Sorry...I'm sorry."
A dead man without a face, with no red eyes, let alone tears. However, at this moment, the face of this dead man was filled with real pain.
He repeated: "I'm sorry...
"It's all my fault...
"sorry……"
Hearing his stammered apology over and over again. Suddenly, Wei Wuxian felt extremely funny.
It wasn't Wen Ning's fault at all.
It's his own fault.
Wen Ning in a mad state is just a weapon. The maker of this weapon is him. He obeyed his orders: slaughter all enemies.
At that time, his sword was drawn, his murderous aura was unbridled, and he was never shy about showing his dissatisfaction with Jin Zixuan in front of Wen Ning, and he planted the seeds of hostility in Wen Ning's heart. Ning, he recognized him as an "enemy" and executed the "massacre" order without hesitation.
It was he who failed to control the weapon. It was him who was too conceited about his own abilities. It was him, ignoring all the ominous signs so far, believing that he could suppress any bad influence, and that he would not get out of control.
Wen Ning is a weapon, but is he willing to be a weapon?
Such a timid, timid and stammered person, was he happy to kill and kill under Wei Wuxian's command in the past?
Back then, he got a bowl of lotus root soup from Jiang Yanli, and he carried it all the way from the bottom of the mountain to the mass grave, without spilling a drop. Although he couldn't drink it himself, he was very happy to see others finish drinking it, and asked what it tasted like. Imagine the taste for yourself. He killed Jiang Yanli's husband with his own hands. Is he feeling well now?
While taking all the mistakes on himself, he also apologized to him.
Wei WuXian grabbed Wen Ning's collar and looked at his pale and lifeless face. Suddenly, Jin Zixuan's dirty face, covered with dust and blood, was also pale and lifeless.
He also remembered Jiang Yanli, who married his sweetheart after all the hardships and hardships, and the son of Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli. He grabbed his father's sword at the banquet, and his father and mother were overjoyed, saying that this child would be a great sword fairy in the future, and maybe he would still be the Immortal Governor.
Thinking in a daze, Wei Wuxian suddenly burst into tears.
He said blankly: "...who will tell me...what should I do now?"
☆、Chapter 77
In the past, only others came to ask him what to do. Now it is he who asks others what he should do. And, no one could answer him.
Suddenly, Wei Wuxian felt a slight pain in the back of his neck, as if he had been pricked by a very thin needle, and his whole body went numb.
He was in a trance just now and lost his vigilance. After this feeling came, it took a while to realize that it was not good, but the person had already involuntarily slanted to the ground. At first, he could raise his arm, but soon, his arm fell to the ground, and his whole body could not move.
With red eyes, Wen Qing slowly retracted his right hand and said, "...I'm sorry."
Originally, with her strength, she was determined not to stab Wei Wuxian, but Wei Wuxian, who was just now, had no defense at all, so she was caught by surprise. After he succeeded, Wen Qing helped him back to the couch beside him and let him lie down.
The needle was pierced so hard that Wei Wuxian's mind calmed down a little, his Adam's apple rolled up and down for a while, and he said, "What are you doing?"
Wen Qing and Wen Ning looked at each other, stood in front of him together, and gave him a serious gift.
Seeing this scene, Wei Wuxian felt a manic unease in his heart, and said, "What do you want? What exactly do you want?!"
Wen qíng said: "When you woke up just now, we were discussing. It's almost been discussed."
Wei WuXian said, "What to discuss? Don't talk nonsense, pull the needle out, let me go!"
Wen Ning slowly stood up from the ground, still bowing his head, and said, "Sister and I have discussed it. Go to Jinlintai, please forgive me."
"Apologize?" Wei WuXian asked in surprise, "What kind of guilt? Gui Jing? Surrender yourself?"
Wen qíng rubbed his eyes and looked calm and said, "Well, it's almost. During the few days you've been lying down, the Lanling Jin Sect has sent someone to shout at the mass grave."
Wei WuXian said, "What are you shouting? Say it clearly at once!"
Wen qíng said: "I want you to give a jiāo generation. This jiāo generation is the leader of the two who came out of the Wen's remnants. Especially the ghost generals."
"..." Wei WuXian said, "I warn you two, quickly pull out this needle."
Wen qíng continued to take care of himself: "The head of the remnants of the Wen sect is us. Listen to what they say, as long as you urge us to go out, this matter should be over for the time being. I'll trouble you to lie down for a few more days. This needle sticks on you, and the effect will fade in three days. I told the fourth uncle and them to take good care of you. If there is any emergency in these three days..."
Wei WuXian shouted angrily, "Shut the fuck up! It's already messed up enough! What else do you two want to do? Please fuck me, did I let you do this? Pull it off!"
Wen Qing and Wen Ning stood with their hands down, their silences were exactly the same.
Wei Wuxian's body was weak, struggling to no avail, and no one listened to his words, and his heart suddenly became weak.
He couldn't even roar, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why are you going to Jinlintai? That curse was not from me at all..."
Wen qíng said, "It doesn't matter who cast that curse. What matters is... the more than 100 people in Qiong Qidao were indeed killed by Aning."
Wei WuXian said, "...But, but..."
But what? He couldn't think of a "but" himself. I can't think of any reason to excuse me or excuse me.
He said, "...But it's up to me to go. It's me who kills and kills. Wen Ning is just my knife. It's me who holds the knife."
Wen Qing said in a low voice, "Wei Ying, we all know that when we go, this will be over. What they want most is a murderer named Wen."
Wei Wuxian stared at her blankly, and suddenly let out a meaningless roar.
He finally understood why Jiang Cheng always showed extreme anger towards some of the things he did, why he always called him a hero's disease, and why he always wanted to beat him up to wake him up. Because this feeling of watching others have to take the responsibility on yourself, have to bear the bad consequences, and can't persuade you to persuade, is really hateful and hateful!
Wei WuXian asked, "Do you really understand? Going to Jinlintai to apologize, what will happen to the two of you, especially Wen Ning? Don't you feel sorry for your brother the most?"
Wen Qing said: "Whatever happens, he deserves it."
no. Wen Ning didn't deserve it at all. But he deserves it.
Wen qíng said: "Anyway, in fact, we should have died a long time ago. We have earned it for more than a year."
Wen Ning nodded.
He is always like this, others nod their heads when they say anything, expressing agreement and never opposing. Wei Wuxian had never hated his actions and gentleness so much.
Wen Qing squatted down beside the couch, looked at his face, suddenly stretched out his hand and flicked it on Wei Wuxian's forehead.
This shot was so hard that Wei Wuxian frowned in pain. Seeing this, Wen Qing seemed to feel much better, and said: "After speaking, Jiāo generation is clear, and he has also said goodbye.
"Then, goodbye.
"I've said this to you many times, but it's not enough to say it many times.
"I'm sorry. Also, thank you."
Wei Wuxian lay down for three days.
Wen qíng's calculation was indeed correct. For three full days, not a moment, not a moment, he would be able to move after three days.
First the fingers, then the limbs, the neck... After the blood that was almost stiff in the whole body started to flow again, Wei Wuxian jumped up from the steps and rushed out of the Demon Conquering Hall.
The people from the Wen family didn't seem to have slept their eyes for the past three days. They sat silently in the big shed and sat around the table. Wei Wuxian didn't even look at them, he ran all the way and rushed down the mass grave.
After rushing down the mountain in one breath, he stood in the wilderness, panting heavily, bent over to support his knees with his hands, and managed to straighten up. However, looking at the rough mountain roads, didn't know where to go.
Mass Burial Mound, he just came down from above.
Lotus Pier, he has not gone back for more than a year.
Jinlintai?
Three days have passed, and if I go again at this time, I am afraid that only Wen Qing's body and Wen Ning's ashes will be seen.
He stood in a daze, suddenly feeling that the world was so big that there was nowhere to go.
Not even knowing what to do.
Suddenly, a terrible thought came into his mind.
This idea has been repeatedly rejected by him for three days, but it still appears repeatedly and lingers.
Wen Qíng and Wen Ning left by themselves, maybe, in fact, he was glad about it in his heart. Because of this, he doesn't have to worry about what decision he should make. Because they have already done it for him and solved the trouble.
Wei Wuxian raised his hand and slapped himself, then whispered to himself, "What are you thinking?!"
His face was burning, and he finally suppressed the terrifying thought. Instead, he thought, no matter what, he should get the ashes of the Wen siblings back.
So, he finally ran in the direction of Jinlintai.
If Wei Wuxian wanted to sneak into a place silently, it would not be difficult. It was very quiet on the Jinlin Terrace, and it wasn't as heavily guarded as he imagined. searched around for a long time and found nothing suspicious. Wei Wuxian walked towards the bedroom behind Jinlintai.
Like a ghost, he was swimming in the dormitory group behind Jinlintai, hiding when he saw anyone, and leaving when no one was there. He didn't know what he was looking for or how to find it, but when a baby's cry came, his footsteps froze, and a voice in his heart urged his body to walk towards the source of the sound.
The cry came from a hall-like building. Wei WuXian silently sneaked to the door and looked in through the gap between the wooden windows with delicate patterns.
There was a dark coffin in the hall. In front of the coffin, two women in white knelt down.
The woman on the left is frail, and he will never admit that she is wrong. From childhood to adulthood, he has been carried on the back countless times by the owner of this figure.
It was Jiang Yanli.
Jiang Yanli knelt down on a futon, staring blankly at the shiny black coffin in front of him.
The baby seemed to be in her arms, still crying softly.
The woman on the right whispered, "...Ali, stop sitting. Go and rest."
Jiang Yanli shook his head.
Listening to the voice, the woman on the right is Jin Zixuan's mother, Madam Jin. When Wei Wuxian was a child, he had seen her bring Jin Zixuan, who was still young, to Lotus Pier to play, and later met him at various banquets.
This is a woman who is somewhat similar to her friend Madam Yu, who is very good-natured and always has a high-pitched voice. But the words she said just now were low and hoarse, making her look very old.
Mrs. Jin said again, "I'll just watch it here. Don't sit down any longer, you won't be able to bear it anymore."
Jiang Yanli said softly, "Mother, I'm fine. I want to sit for a while."
After a long while, Mrs. Jin slowly stood up and said, "You can't do this. I'll go get you something to eat."
She must have been kneeling here for a long time, her legs and feet were numb, and her body shook slightly when she stood up, but she immediately stabilized. Turning around, it was indeed that woman's face with a somewhat rigid outline.
In Wei Wuxian's memory, Mrs. Jin was resolute, arrogant, noble, and golden. The appearance is very well maintained, and he looks very young, and some people believe that he is twenty or so. But at this moment, what Wei Wuxian saw was an ordinary middle-aged woman who was dressed in plain clothes and had frosted temples. Without makeup, her face was gray, and there was a layer of dead skin on her lips.
She came over and pushed the door open, Wei Wuxian immediately stepped aside, tapped his feet, and just swam up to the dougong in the corridor, Madam Jin stepped forward, closed the door with her backhand, took a deep breath with a cold face, and adjusted herself. With a swipe of his facial muscles, he seemed to want to make a dignified expression as usual.
However, before the breath was finished, her eyes turned red.
Just now in front of Jiang Yanli, she never showed any signs of weakness. However, as soon as she came out, the corners of her mouth collapsed, her facial features shrank, and her whole body trembled.
This is the second time Wei Wuxian has seen such an extremely ugly and sad look on a woman's face.
He really didn't want to see such a watch again.
Wei Wuxian inadvertently clenched his fist, but who knows, the phalanx just made a crisp "click"!
Hearing the sound, Mrs. Jin immediately raised her eyebrows and shouted, "Who!"
As soon as she looked up, she saw Wei Wuxian hiding beside Dougong!
Mrs. Jin's eyes were very good, and she could see the face hidden in the darkness. Her face was contorted for a while, and she shouted in a shrill voice: "Someone! All for me! Wei Ying - here he is! He sneaked in. Jinlintai is up!"