Chapter 27

Lan WangJi turned his head just now, but his eyes were still slightly sideways. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian blinked, inexplicably wanting to play tricks in his heart, just as he was about to make a joke, a sound of cracking suddenly came from the table.

They both got up and looked. saw the teapot and teapot smashed to the ground, and a bag of evil seals lay in the white porcelain pieces and the flowing tea. The surface of the bag was agitated, as if something was trapped inside, eager to get out.

Although this evil-sealing universe bag seems to be only the size of a palm, it can be used for storage, and the inside and outside layers are embroidered with complicated incantations and blessings with several layers of seals. Lan WangJi had sealed the arm in the bag and pressed it under the teacup on the table, but now that it was restless, he remembered that it was time to play "Rest in Peace". If it weren't for their short-term appeasement with a song every night, no matter how strong the suppression power of this evil-sealing bag of heaven and earth was, it alone would not be able to trap that ghost hand.

Wei Wuxian reached out to touch the bamboo flute around his waist, but it was empty. Turning his head, he saw that the bamboo flute was already in Lan Wangji's hands. He bowed his head slightly, and devoted himself to engraving on the bamboo flute for a while before handing it back. Wei Wuxian took it back and saw that the bamboo flute that he had repaired, the flute holes and other rough details were much more refined.

Lan Wangji said, "Blow well."

Thinking of the time when they were in the dark room before they could not bear to listen to the ensemble that woke Lan Qiren alive from the coma, vomited blood and continued the coma, Wei Wuxian almost fell to the ground laughing, thinking, "It's hard for him to endure me for so long. ." At this moment, he no longer deliberately did evil, and brought the bamboo flute to his lips seriously. Who knows, after just blowing a few words, the Qiankun bag suddenly increased several times in size and stood up!

Wei WuXian broke a note with a "poof" and said, "Why, I'm used to hearing ugly tunes, but I don't like it when I play it better?"

As if responding to him, Feng Evil Qiankun Bag flew towards Wei Wuxian suddenly. Lan Wangji pointed the rhythm down abruptly, and when he plucked it down, the seven strings vibrated in unison, making an angry sound like a landslide. Feng Ei Qiankun Bag was reprimanded by the sound of the piano and fell back to its original place. Wei WuXian continued to play as if nothing had happened, Lan WangJi's wrist softened, and the tune of "Rest in Peace" also changed to quiet and peaceful, and he slowly reconciled.

After the song was played, the bag of Feng Ei Qiankun finally retracted back to its original position, lying still. Wei WuXian put back the flute and said, "It has never been so impatient these days, as if it was stimulated by something."

Lan WangJi nodded slightly, turned to him, and said, "Besides, it's something on your body."

Wei Wuxian immediately looked down at himself. The only thing that came out of him today was one thing—the cursed scar that was transferred from Jin Ling.

The curse marks on Jin Ling's body were left on the stone castle on Xinglu Ridge. Ghost Hand reacted strongly to the curse marks. Does it mean that...

Wei WuXian said, "Meaning, there might be other parts of its body in the walls of the Nie Family Sword Sacrificial Hall?"

In the early morning of the second day, the two set off together and returned to Xingluling.

Nie Huaisang was arrested yesterday, and he explained everything to him. He summoned his confidants overnight to clean up the mess left by the intruders. When Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji came up, he had just instructed someone to fill the wall where Wei Wuxian dug out Jin Ling, and a new corpse was filled in, watching the white bricks being laid neatly layer by layer. , again and again wiping sweat. Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, the soles of his feet softened, and he said with a smile: "Hanguang-Jun...and this one..."

Wei WuXian waved his hands and smiled, "Sect Master Nie, where are you building walls?"

Nie Huai sauna wiped the sweat with a towel, and almost wiped a layer of skin off his forehead: "Yes, yes..."

Wei Wuxian was very sympathetic and said shyly, "I'm sorry. I might have to trouble you to build it again later."

Nie Huaisang: "Yes, yes... ah?! Wait!"

Before he finished speaking, Bichen came out of the sheath. Nie Huaisang watched helplessly as the stone and brick wall he had just repaired cracked again.

Destruction is always easier than construction. Wei Wuxian dismantled bricks at an incredible speed, many times faster than they were laying bricks. Nie Huaisang shivered while holding the folding fan, and his grievance was so wrong that his eyes almost burst into tears, but Hanguang-jun stood beside him, saying nothing, and he didn't dare to say anything. Lan Wangji briefly explained the cause and effect to him, and he immediately swore, "No! Absolutely not! The corpses used in our sacrificial sword hall are all intact, and there is absolutely no corpse of a man without an arm. If you don't believe me, I will dismantle it together. The bricks prove their innocence, but once they are demolished, they must be filled back immediately, it can’t be delayed for a long time, this is my family’s ancestral grave…”

Several disciples of the Nie family joined, and some were working, so Wei Wuxian withdrew, waiting to see the result. Half an hour later, most of the stone bricks had been removed from the wall where Jin Ling was buried. Some of the disciples pulled up their masks, and some ate secret red pills to prevent breathing and popularity from causing corpses. In the black soil, occasionally a pale hand, a blue-veined foot, and black hair full of tangled dirt appeared. All male corpses were roughly cleaned and laid flat on the ground.

Some of these corpses have been turned into bones, some are in the process of decay, and some are still very fresh, with various expressions, but all of them have complete limbs. The body of a man without a left arm was not found.

Nie Huaisang said cautiously, "Just tearing down this wall is enough, right? Do you want to tear it down again? No need."

Indeed enough. The curse mark on Jin Ling's body was extremely deep in color, and the thing that left it should have been buried very close to him at the time, and would never go beyond the range of this wall. Wei Wuxian crouched down beside the row of corpses. After pondering for a moment, Lan Wangji said, "Take and seal the Evil Universe Bag?"

It is also a good method to take out the left hand from the bag that seals the evil universe and let it identify itself here. However, if it is too close to other parts of its corpse, it is impossible to guarantee that it will not arouse its excitement and cause a more dangerous situation. And this place is very special, with a lot of yin, and the level of danger has doubled, so they carefully chose to come during the day. Wei WuXian shook his head and pondered, "Isn't this arm a man's? No, I can tell from a man's hand a woman's hand... Then does its owner have three arms?!"

He was just amused by his own thought when Lan WangJi said again, "Legs."

After he mentioned it, Wei Wuxian remembered that he had neglected that the curse marks only covered his legs, and hurriedly said, "Take off your pants! Take off your pants!"

Nie Huaisang was extremely frightened: "Why do you say such shameful words in front of Hanguang-Jun!"

Wei WuXian said, "There's no shame in that, everyone is male. Do me a favor and take off the corpse's pants. There's no matter of the female corpse, only the male corpse!" Extend your claws. Poor Nie Huaisang didn't expect that he only explained the old story yesterday, and today he has to take off the trousers of the corpse in the sacrificial sacrificial hall of the ancestors, and it was a male corpse. A boss who scratched his ears and fanned into the next life to be reincarnated is also a godsend, and he couldn't help but burst into tears. Fortunately, Wei Wuxian's movements were intercepted by Lan Wangji, and just as Nie Huaisang was about to praise Hanguang-Jun, he heard him say, "I'm coming."

Wei WuXian said, "You're here? Are you really going to do such a thing?"

The corners of Lan Wangji's brows seemed to be beating faintly, as if he was patient, he repeated, "Don't move. I'll come."

Among the frights Nie Huaisang suffered today, this moment was the heaviest.

Of course, Lan Wangji wouldn't actually pull the corpse's pants, he just used Bichen's sword energy to gently cut through the corpse's clothes, revealing the skin inside. Some clothes do not need to be scratched, they are already tattered. After a while, he said, "I found it."

Everyone was busy looking at the ground. The corpse beside Lan Wangji's white boots had a faint coil on each of his thighs. The stitches of the flesh-colored thread are densely packed. There is a subtle difference in skin tone above and below the coil. Apparently, the corpse's legs and his upper body did not belong to the same person.

These two legs were actually sewn up!

Nie Huaisang was stunned. Wei WuXian asked, "Who chose the corpses that the Nie family used for sacrificing the sword?"

Nie Huaisang said in a trance, "Usually past generations of patriarchs chose and hoarded them before they died. My eldest brother left early and he didn't have enough, so I also helped him pick some...As long as it's a corpse with neat features and limbs, I'll keep it. Down. I don't know the rest..."

Who exactly buried this corpse in troubled waters, it must be unclear if you ask him. From the person who provided the body to the insiders of the Qinghe Nie Sect, there are countless suspected objects. I am afraid that only by finding all the limbs and putting together the body and soul can we know what happened.

He managed to separate the legs from the half male corpse. Wei WuXian put them into a new evil-sealing bag and said to Lan WangJi, "This man looks like he was divided by five horses. The corpse is still thrown everywhere, here and there, piece by piece, this is a big hatred. Let's just pray that he won't be cut into too many pieces."

Although Nie Huaisang still said "goodbye" when he said goodbye this time, but looking at the horror on his face, he was afraid that he didn't want to "goodbye" in this life. The two left Xingluling, returned to the inn, and when they reached a safe place, they took out three limbs for careful comparison. Sure enough, the skin color of these legs is the same as that of the severed left hand, and if they are placed close, there will be a strong reaction between them, and they will tremble constantly, as if they want to connect together, but there is a part of the body in the middle. No door. They must belong to the same person.

Except that this is a tall man with slender limbs, a strong physique, and a very good cultivation base, the rest are still unknown and confusing. Fortunately, the ghost hand quickly pointed out the direction of the next step: southwest.

Following its guidance, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji came all the way to Liyang.