Chapter 19 Yang Yang Fifth

Wei Wuxian lay on his back all night, thinking about what happened to Lan Wangji over the years in the first half of the night, and only fell asleep in the second half of the night. The next morning, when he opened his eyes, Lan Wangji had disappeared without a trace. He was lying on the couch, his hands beside him, and he was put into a position of keeping himself safe.

Wei Wuxian lifted the quilt covering him, and buried the five fingers of his right hand in his hair, the inexplicable feeling of absurdity and horror still lingering in his heart.

At this moment, the wooden door of the quiet room gently knocked twice, and Lan SiZhui's voice sounded outside: "Mr. Mo? Are you awake?"

Wei Wuxian: "Why did you call me so early?!"

Lan Sizhui: "Early, early? ... But, it's already time."

Lan's family is very regular, and Wei Wuxian is very regular, and it's two hours later than his family. He lay on his stomach in the middle of the night, his back was sore, and he said honestly, "I can't get up."

Lan SiZhui said, "Uh, what's the matter with you?"

Wei WuXian said, "What happened to me. I was slept by your family, HanGuang-Jun!"

Lan Jingyi's voice also sounded menacingly: "We won't spare you if you talk nonsense. Come out!"

Wei WuXian said wrongly, "Really! He slept with me all night! I don't go out, I'm shameless!"

Several juniors looked at each other outside the door. People around Hanguang-jun's residence could not step in at will, they could not laugh or cry, and they could not directly go in and drag people out. Lan Jingyi said angrily, "I'm really not ashamed! It's not like Hanguang-jun has a broken sleeve, he sleeps with you?! If you don't go to sleep, he will be grateful to the heaven. Get up! Take your donkey away and treat it well. , the noise is dead!"

Mentioning his mount, Wei WuXian hurriedly got up: "What did you do to my little apple?! Don't touch it, it will be slapped."

Lan Jingyi asked, "What is the little apple?"

Wei WuXian said, "My donkey!" He went out of the quiet room and rushed a few juniors to lead him to find a mount. When he was led to a green grass, the donkey was really screaming and making a lot of noise. The reason for the yelling was because it was going to graze, but there were dozens of rolling white pom-poms on the grass, so it couldn't put its mouth down.

Wei WuXian said happily, "A lot of rabbits! Come, come, fork and fork, roasted!"

Lan Jingyi's seven orifices smoked: "Yunshen doesn't know where to ban killing! Hurry up and shut him up, people who have read it have come to ask several times! If we do this again, we will be scolded to death!"

Wei Wuxian ate the apple from the breakfast brought to him, and sure enough, the donkey couldn't care less when he nibbled at the apple, and he licked his lips. Wei Wuxian stroked the back of its neck, while hitting the idea of ​​passing the jade decrees on these juniors, while pointing at the white rabbits that were all over the floor, and said, "Really can't bake it? Does it mean that you will be killed if you bake it? Go down the mountain?"

Lan Jingyi felt like he was facing a great enemy, so he quickly opened his hands to block in front of him, and said, "This is raised by Lord Hanguang, we only help to take care of it occasionally, you dare to bake!"

Hearing this, Wei Wuxian almost fell to the ground with a smile, thinking to himself, "Lan Zhan is a real man! He didn't even want to give him away before, but now he's secretly raising a large group of them. He also said no, coaxing him? Forgive my life, in fact he secretly I like this kind of white and hairy little thing! Hanguang-jun is holding a rabbit with a straight face, oh my mother, I'm going to die..."

But when he remembered the scene when he was lying on Lan Wangji last night, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

At this moment, from the west side where Yunshen was unknown, there were bursts of bells.

The sound of the bell was completely different from the sound of the hour-keeping bell. It was rapid and intense, as if a madman who had lost his mind was beating. Lan Jingyi and Lan SiZhui's expressions changed drastically, and they didn't care about making jokes with him anymore, so they left him and ran away. Wei Wuxian knew something was different and quickly followed.

The bells came from a turret.

This corner tower is called the "Nether Room", and the surrounding walls are made of special materials with incantations. When the bell on the turret rang spontaneously, it indicated that something had happened: the person who performed the spiritual ceremony inside had an accident.

Outside the corner tower, more and more children and disciples of the Lan family came around, but no one dared to enter rashly. The door to the underworld was a dark wooden door that was firmly locked and could only be opened from the inside. Violent destruction from the outside is not only difficult, it also violates taboos. There is an accident in the soul-calling ceremony, which is a very scary thing, because no one knows what will be summoned, and what will happen if they recklessly break in. And since the establishment of the underworld, there has almost never been a failure to summon the soul, which is even more worrying.

Wei Wuxian had a bad premonition when he saw that Lan Wangji did not appear. If Lan Wangji was still somewhere in Yunshen, he should have rushed over when he heard the alarm bell, unless... suddenly, the black door was slammed open, and a student in white stumbled out.

He was unsteady on the soles of his feet and rolled down the steps as soon as he rushed out. The door of the dark room closed automatically, as if someone threw it angrily.

Others hurriedly helped the disciple up. After being lifted up, he immediately fell down again, uncontrollably bursting into tears, grabbing at the person and saying, "It shouldn't be... it shouldn't be..."

Wei WuXian grabbed his hand and said solemnly, "What are you recruiting for the soul of? Who else is in there? Where's Hanguang-Jun?!"

The student seemed to have difficulty breathing, opened his mouth and said, "Hanguang-Jun, let me escape..."

Before he could finish speaking, dark red blood gushed out from his nose and mouth. Wei WuXian pushed the person into Lan SiZhui's arms, the bamboo flute made of hasty bamboo flute was still inserted into his waist, he took two steps up several steps, kicked the door of the dark room, and shouted sharply, "Open! "

The door of the dark room opened its mouth like a wild laugh, and suddenly opened. Wei Wuxian immediately dodged inside. The door closed right behind him. Several students were shocked and rushed up, but the door could not be opened no matter what. A guest Qing rushed on the door, shocked and angry, and blurted out: "Who is this person just now?!"

Lan Sizhui supported the disciple, gritted his teeth and said, "...Help me first. His seven orifices are bleeding!"

As soon as he entered the dark room, Wei Wuxian felt a suppressed black energy coming towards him.

This black qi seems to be a mixture of resentment, anger and madness, almost visible to the naked eye, surrounded by it, the person's chest is oppressed to a dull pain. The length and width of the underworld were more than thirty feet wide, and several people were dazed in the four corners. On the formation in the center of the ground, the object of this summoning was erected.

Nothing but an arm. It was the one brought back from Mojiazhuang!

It stood upright like a stick, with its cross section facing the ground, its four fingers forming a fist, its index finger pointing to the sky, and it seemed to be pointing angrily at someone. It is the source of the endless black energy that fills the entire underworld.

The people who participated in the soul-calling ceremony fled and fell down. Only Lan Wangji, who was in the position of the chairman of the East Chief, was still sitting upright.

There was a guqin beside him, his hands were not on the strings, but the strings were vibrating and buzzing. Originally, he seemed to be contemplating, or listening intently to something, and then he raised his head when he noticed that someone was breaking in.

Lan Wangji's face was always calm, and Wei Wuxian couldn't see what he was thinking. Lan Qiren, who was originally sitting on one side, has now collapsed to the side, just like the disciple who escaped from the underworld, his seven orifices bled and he lost his mind. Wei WuXian took his place, turned his body and stepped on the position of the west head, pulled out the bamboo flute from his waist, raised it to his lips, and faced Lan WangJi far away.

That night in Mojiazhuang, Wei Wuxian first disturbed each other with the whistle, and Lan Wangji struck each other with the sound of the piano from a distance. The two inadvertently joined forces to suppress the arm. Lan Wangji's eyes met his eyes, and he knew it. He raised his right hand, and a string of string sounds flowed out. Wei Wuxian immediately matched with the sound of the flute.

They played this piece, called "Soul". Using the body of the deceased, a part of the body, or a beloved object during his lifetime as a medium, the soul of the dead will follow the sound. Usually it only takes a period of time to see the figure of the dead in the formation. However, the two of them were about to finish their song, and no soul was summoned.

That arm was so angry, blue veins burst out all over the body, and the sense of depression in the air became heavier. If it was someone else who was guarding the West at this time, he wouldn't be able to escape the bloody end of Lan Qiren's seven orifices. Wei Wuxian was secretly shocked: He and Lan Wangji played "The Conjuring" together and couldn't summon the dead, which was almost impossible. Unless... unless the soul of the deceased is torn apart along with its body!

It seems that this man is a little bit worse than him. At the beginning, although his body was bitten to pieces, his soul was still intact.

"Conjuring the Soul" failed, Lan Wangji changed the tune between his fingers and played another song.

This tune is completely different from the eerie, evocative tune just now. It is quiet and peaceful. These two pieces are famous Xuanmen songs that have been widely circulated. It is not unusual for anyone to play and play, so Wei Wuxian naturally followed.

The ghost flute of the ancestors of Yiling is called "Chen Qing" and is well-known. At this time, he responded with a bamboo flute, and deliberately played a lot of mistakes and omissions, and the breath was insufficient, which made it hard to bear to listen. Lan Wangji probably had never played with such a bad person before, and after playing for a while, he finally couldn't continue to continue as if nothing had happened, and looked up at him blankly.

Wei Wuxian pretended to be invisible, the tone ran farther and farther, turned around, and was about to continue to play when suddenly a vision came from behind him, he looked back, and was immediately startled. I saw Lan Qiren, who had already lost consciousness, actually sat up straight, with a face bleeding from the seven orifices and smoking from the seven orifices, his beard throat and the hand pointing at Wei Wuxian were shaking, and he said hoarsely, "Stop blowing! Go away! Go away! Don't—"

What was "not allowed", before he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood, fell back on the spot, and fell back into a dying coma.

Lan Wangji: "..."

Wei Wuxian was stunned.

He knew what was behind Lan Qiren's "No": No blowing! No ensembles allowed! Don't tarnish the sound of his beloved disciple Wangji!

Their ensemble of qin and flutes actually made Lan Qiren awake and faint, which shows how hard it is to hear...

However, even so, the hand fell slowly under the combined suppression of the flute and the piano. Wei Wuxian thought without any shame, it's just as bad as it sounds, as long as it's effective.

The last sound of the chord ceased, and after a while, the door to the dark room bounced open, and sunlight poured in. It was probably when the alarm bell on the turret stopped ringing, and the disciples and disciples who had been surrounded by the dark room rushed in, and immediately everyone was calling "Hanguang-Jun".

Lan Wangji put his hand on the strings to stop the humming of the strings, and got up to check Lan Qiren's pulse. With him taking the lead, the others quickly calmed down, and the older seniors flattened the bodies of the people who were bleeding from the seven orifices in the dark room and gave medical treatment. They were administering needles and delivering medicine, and another group of disciples carried a bronze bell, intending to cover the arm inside. Although the scene was busy, it was orderly and whispered, and no one made any noise.

Several people worried: "Hanguang-Jun, the medicinal pills and needles are ineffective, what should I do?"

Lan Wangji threw his three fingers on Lan Qiren's veins, frowning silently. Lan Qiren presided over the spirit-evoking rituals ranging from 1,000 to 800. Among them, there were many ferocious spirits, and even he was injured by the resentment counterattack. It can be seen how terrifying the resentment of this ghost hand is, it has never been seen before.

Wei WuXian put the bamboo flute back into his waist, crouched down beside the bronze bell, rubbed the inscription on it, and was thinking in his heart when he suddenly saw Lan SiZhui's face sullen, and said, "What's wrong?"

Lan SiZhui had long known that he was not an ordinary person, so he hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice, "I feel a little guilty."

Wei WuXian asked, "What are you guilty of?"

Lan SiZhui said, "This ghost hand is coming for us."

Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "How did you know?"

Lan SiZhui said, "Different grades of Zhaoyin flags have different painting techniques and power. The few Zhaoyin flags we painted at Mojiazhuang at the beginning only had a radius of five miles. But this ghost hand has a murderous aura. It is very heavy and feeds on human flesh and blood. If it was within the scope of action from the beginning, with its ferocity, Mojiazhuang would have bleed into a river long ago. However, it only appeared suddenly after we arrived... That is to say, it must have been deliberately dropped in that place by someone with malicious intentions at that time."

Wei WuXian said, "The coursework is solid and the analysis is good."

Lan SiZhui lowered his head and said, "So, for the lives of Mojiazhuang, we're afraid... we're also responsible... and now, we are so tired that Mr. Lan and the others are in a coma..."

After a moment of silence, Wei Wuxian patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's not you who should be responsible, it's the one who let go of the ghost. There are some things in this world that you can't control."

Over there, Lan Wangji withdrew his hand, and everyone in the Lan family hurriedly asked, "Hanguang-Jun, how are you?"

Lan Wangji said, "Trace the origin."

Wei WuXian said, "That's right. Go back to the source, find the whole corpse of this ghost hand, and find out his identity. Naturally, there is a way to save people."

Although Lan Jingyi already knew that he was definitely not a lunatic, he couldn't help but speak to him in a tone of condemnation, saying, "You put it simply, you can't conjure your soul, and it's like this, where can you find it? "

Lan Wangji said, "Northwest."

Lan Sizhui asked curiously, "Northwest? Hanguang-Jun, why is it northwest?"

Wei WuXian said, "Didn't you already point it out for you to see?"

Lan Jingyi was puzzled: "Show me? Who? Who pointed it out? Didn't Hanguang-Jun point it?"

Wei Wuxian said, "It is."

Only then did everyone realize that he was referring to that ghost hand!

The arm was pointed in one direction, someone changed its position, and it turned around stubbornly and returned to its original direction. Everyone had never seen such a situation before, and they were amazed. Lan Jingyi said, "It? It... what is it referring to?!"

Wei WuXian said, "What else could it refer to? Either other parts of his corpse, or it made him become such a murderer."

Hearing this, a few teenagers who happened to be standing in the northwest quickly escaped. Lan Wangji glanced at him, got up slowly, and said to the famous disciples, "Set up your uncle."

Those people nodded and said, "Yes! Are you going down the mountain now?"

Lan WangJi nodded slightly, Wei WuXian had sneaked up behind him, and said happily to himself, "Okay, okay, I can finally elope down the mountain!"

The faces of everyone were terrible, and the older students were especially horrified, but the youngsters were somewhat used to it. Only Lan Qiren, who was lying on the ground, seemed to be twitching again unconsciously, and everyone thought: "If this person says a few more words, maybe Mr. Lan will be awakened alive again by him..."