Chapter 34 Plants Eighth 2

The sound of the bamboo poles hitting the ground, appearing and disappearing, far and near, made it completely impossible to determine the direction, and it was impossible to determine what was making this sudden and strange sound.

Wei WuXian said, "Come here, hold on tight, don't move, don't use your sword."

In the fog, a group of juniors used their swords in a mess, which might not hurt the enemy, but accidentally hurt themselves. After a while, the sound stopped abruptly. After waiting for a long time, a child of a noble family whispered: "It's it again... When will it follow us!"

Wei WuXian asked, "It's been following you all the time?"

Lan SiZhui said, "After we entered the city, the fog was too heavy to worry about getting separated, so we gathered together, and suddenly we heard this kind of sound. At that time, it was not so fast. In the white fog ahead, I saw a small shadow slowly walking by. I chased after it but disappeared. After that, the voice has been following us."

Wei WuXian asked, "How short is it?"

Lan SiZhui gestured near his chest: "Very short, very thin."

Wei WuXian asked, "How long have you been here?"

Lan SiZhui said, "It's almost half a stick of incense."

"Banzhuxiang?" Wei WuXian asked, "HanGuang-Jun, how long have we been in here?"

Lan WangJi's voice came from behind the misty white fog: "About a stick of incense."

"Look," Wei WuXian said, "We've been in here longer than you. How could you run in front of us? Just turn back and meet us."

Jin Ling finally couldn't help but interject: "We didn't turn back, did we? We have been following this road, heading forward."

They are all walking forward, so is it possible that this road has been passively handed and turned into a circular maze?

Wei WuXian asked, "Have you tried Yujian flying up to take a look?"

Lan SiZhui said, "I tried it. I felt like I flew up a long distance, but it didn't actually rise much. And there were some vague shadows running in the air. I don't know what it was. I was worried that I couldn't handle it, so I came down. already."

Hearing this, everyone was silent for a while. The area around Shudong was already foggy. At first, they were not in the white fog in the city of meaning. Now it seems that most of it is not a natural fog, but really a ghost fog.

Lan Jingyi said in shock, "This fog isn't poisonous, right?!"

Wei WuXian said, "There should be no poison. We've all been inside for so long, and we're still alive."

Jin Ling said, "I brought the fairy here if I knew earlier. It's all your fault for that dead donkey."

Hearing the dog's name, Wei Wuxian's back just got goosebumps, and then he heard Lan Jingyi say, "We haven't blamed your dog yet! It bit first and got slapped by Little Apple. It kicked straight, who's to blame? Anyway, neither of the two can move now."

Wei WuXian said, "What?! My little apple was bitten by a dog?!"

Jin Ling: "Can that donkey be compared to my spirit dog? My little uncle gave the fairy to me. If something happens to it, 10,000 donkeys can't afford it!"

Wei WuXian said nonsense, "Don't use Lianfang Zun to oppress others. My Little Apple is still a mount given by Hanguang-Jun. How could you take Little Apple down the mountain to hunt at night? Did it get hurt?!"

The juniors of the Lan family said in unison, "Liar!" They never believed that Hanguang-Jun's taste would pick that kind of mount to give away, and even if Lan WangJi didn't refute it, they firmly refused to believe it. Lan Sizhui: "Well... I'm sorry Young Master Mo. Your little Ping... The donkey is making noise every day in Yunshen. The seniors have been complaining for a long time. We ordered us to go down the mountain for night hunting this time to drive it away, so we At once……"

Jin Ling also didn't believe that the donkey was given by Lan Wangji: "I hate that donkey when I see it, what is it called Xiao Apple, it's stupid!"

Lan Jingyi was still thinking, it would be bad if it was really sent by Hanguang-Jun, so he quickly spoke for it: "What's wrong with Little Apple? It likes to eat apples, so it's called Little Apple, how simple. This name is more simple than yours. It takes eighteen streets to raise a fat dog called Fairy!"

Jin Ling: "Where did the fairy get fat?! You try to find a spirit dog that is more vigorous than her..."

Suddenly, there was silence.

After a long while, Wei WuXian asked, "Is there anyone else here?"

There are "uuuu" and "uuuu" nearby, indicating that they are all there. Lan Wangji said coldly, "Noisy."

...to ban everyone at once. Wei Wuxian couldn't help touching his lips, feeling very lucky.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from the white fog in front of the left.

The sound of footsteps stopped, and it was extremely cumbersome. Immediately afterwards, the same sound came from the front, right front, side, and back. Although the fog was too thick to see the shadow, the rancid smell had already drifted over.

Wei WuXian naturally wouldn't take the few walking corpses to heart, so he blew his whistle softly, and the final sound slipped, implying reprimand. Those walking corpses behind the fog heard the whistle, and they paused for a while.

Who knows, the next moment, they suddenly rushed over!

Wei WuXian never expected that the reprimands not only didn't work, but also stimulated them. It is absolutely impossible for him to confuse the two different orders of "repel" and "stimulate"!

But now it's too late to think more. Seven or eight crooked figures appeared in the white mist. With the concentration of white fog in Yicheng, they can see their figures, which means that they are very close!

Bichen's ice-blue sword glow broke out of the white mist, surrounded the crowd, and flew a sharp circle in the air, cutting off several walking corpses, and immediately retracted them into their sheaths. Wei Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief, and Lan Wangji whispered, "Why?"

Wei WuXian was also thinking about why: "Why can't the sentry order drive these corpses away? It walks slowly and smells rancid, so it must not be some high-level murderous corpse. I should clap my hands to scare them away. Saying that my sentinel suddenly failed, this is absolutely impossible, and it is not driven by spiritual power. This has never happened before..."

Suddenly, he thought of something, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.

wrong. Not "this never happened". It actually happened, and more than once. There is indeed a kind of corpse and evil spirit that he cannot drive.

That is—the corpse and evil spirit already under the control of the Yin Tiger Talisman!

Lan Wangji lifted the ban, and Lan Sizhui could speak again: "Hanguang-Jun, is the situation very dangerous? Should we leave the city immediately?"

"However, the fog is so thick that the road can't be walked, and it can't fly out..."

A disciple of an aristocratic family said: "It seems that there is another walking corpse!"

"Where? I didn't hear footsteps?"

"I seem to have heard a strange breathing sound..." The boy realized how ridiculous he had said before he finished speaking, and shut up embarrassingly, the other boy said, "I'm really convinced by you. How can a dead person have breathing noise."

Before he finished speaking, another stout figure bumped into him. Bichen pulled out of the sheath again, the shadow's head was separated, and at the same time it made a strange "splashing" sound, and several children of aristocratic families who were close by screamed again and again, Wei Wuxian worried that they would be injured, and hurriedly said: "What's wrong? "

Lan Jingyi said, "Something was sprayed from the body of that walking corpse, like some kind of powder. It's bitter, sweet, and fishy!" It was very unfortunate that he just wanted to speak, and a lot of dust got into his mouth, Gu Gu said. With no manners, he said "Bah" several times in a row. The thing sprayed from the walking corpse is no small matter. The powder is still raging in the air. If it is rashly inhaled, it will be more difficult than eating into the mouth. Wei WuXian said, "You all stay away from that place! Hurry up and let me see."

Lan Jingyi said, "Oh. But I can't see you, where are you?"

This can't see five fingers, it's hard to walk. Wei Wuxian remembered that every time Bichen was unsheathed, its sword light could penetrate the white fog, and turned to Lan Wangji beside him, "Hanguang-kun, draw your sword and let him come over."

Lan WangJi was standing beside him, but he didn't answer or move.

Suddenly, seven steps away, a clear icy blue sword light lit up.

...Where is Lan Wangji?

Then who is the man on his left who has been standing in silence? !

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian's eyes turned black, and a black face came over from the front.

The reason why it is black is because this face is covered with a thick layer of black mist!

The foggy-faced man reached out and grabbed the evil-sealing Qiankun bag hanging from his waist. As soon as he grabbed it, the Qiankun bag suddenly swelled, the knot broke, and three tangled and resentful evil spirits burst out. Hit him face to face!

Wei WuXian smiled and said, "Do you want to snatch the Evil Universe Bag? Then your eyes are not good, so what are you doing with my Spirit Locking Pouch!"

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have been taking precautions since the last time the Liyang Chang Clan cemetery took away the torso that the grave digger had just dug up and let him return home, guessing that he must be unwilling to rest, waiting for an opportunity to act, and it may appear at any time. snatch. Sure enough, when they entered Yicheng, the gravedigger wanted to take advantage of the fog and the crowd. He did get it, but Wei Wuxian had already dropped the Evil Sealing Universe Bag and the Soul Locking Bag that contained his left arm.

With a sound of "Zheng", the opposite direction crossed backwards and pulled out the sword. Immediately, the evil spirits screamed with resentment, as if they were smashed into pieces by his sword. Wei WuXian thought to himself, "Sure enough, he is a high-cultivator." Immediately, he shouted, "HanGuang-Jun, the grave digger is here!"

No need to remind, Lan WangJi knew just by listening to the sudden change, and silently responded, Bichen, who was walking away with a sharp sword energy like a shuttle, replied.

At this time, the situation is not optimistic. The gravedigger's sword was covered with a layer of black mist, and the sword light couldn't penetrate it, and it was well concealed in the white mist. Lan WangJi's Bichen Jianguang was unstoppable. He is in the light, the enemy is in the dark, the opponent's cultivation base is not low, and he is also familiar with the swordsmanship of the Gusu Lan Clan. In addition, it was also a blind fight in the fog, so he could have no scruples, but Lan Wangji had to be careful not to accidentally injure himself, which was a huge disadvantage. Wei Wuxian heard the sound from the blade a few times, his heart tightened, and he blurted out, "Lan Zhan? Are you injured?!"

There was a soft groan in the distance, as if he was injured in a critical place, but it was obviously not Lan Wangji's voice.

Lan Wangji said, "How is that possible."

Wei Wuxian smiled, "Yes!"

The man seemed to sneer and fight again. Bichen's light and the sound of immortal swords clashing were getting farther and farther away. Wei Wuxian knew that Lan Wangji didn't want to hurt them by accident, so he deliberately diverted the battlefield to deal with this gravedigger. The rest was naturally left to himself. He turned around and said, "What about the person who inhaled the powder?"

Lan SiZhui said, "They can't stand a bit anymore!"

Wei WuXian said, "Come to the center and report the number."

Fortunately, a wave of walking corpses was resolved, a gravedigger was distracted, and nothing else came to harass him. The sound of the bamboo pole knocking on the ground did not make trouble. The rest of the aristocratic family members gathered together and counted the number of people. There was a lot. Wei Wuxian took Lan Jingyi and touched his forehead, it was a little burning. The same was true for the other teenagers who had inhaled the dust from the walking corpse. He lifted Lan Jingyi's eyelids and said, "Put out your tongue, ah."

Lan Jingyi: "Ah."

Wei Wuxian: "Mm. Congratulations, I was poisoned by a corpse."

Jin Ling: "What's there to congratulate?!"

Wei WuXian said, "It's also a kind of life experience, and it's time to talk about it."

The corpse poison is usually caused by being bitten by the corpse, or the wound is contaminated with the necrotic blood of the corpse. Immortal cultivators seldom let walking corpses close to their side to grab and bite, and no one carried the medicine for corpse poison with them all day long. Lan SiZhui said worriedly, "Young Master Mo, will they be okay?"

Wei WuXian said, "It's all right now, it won't save you when the blood flows all over the body and flows into the heart."

Lan SiZhui said, "Will... what will happen?"

Wei WuXian said, "Whatever the corpse is, you can do it. If it's good, it will rot and stink. If it's bad, it will turn into a long-haired zombie. From now on, it can only jump away."

The poisoned children of the aristocratic family all gasped.

Wei WuXian said, "Do you want to treat it?"

Qi Qi nodded vigorously, and Wei WuXian said, "If you want to get rid of it, listen carefully. From now on, everyone will obey me obediently, and everyone must listen."

Although many of these youngsters don't know him yet, it seems that this person is worthy of Hanguang-Jun's generation, close to him, and can even call him by his first name. In addition, he is in a city of Yicheng, which is filled with ghosts and ghosts. He was poisoned again, had a fever, felt uneasy in his heart, and instinctively wanted to find someone to rely on. Wei Wuxian always spoke with an inexplicable confidence that he didn't worry about anything, and he couldn't help but lead him by the nose. They responded in unison: "Okay!"

Wei WuXian took an inch, "Do whatever you want, don't disobey. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

Wei WuXian clapped his hands and said, "Get up. Those who are not poisoned carry the poisoned ones on their backs. It's better to carry them. If you carry them, remember to keep your head and heart up."

Lan Jingyi said, "I can walk, why should I carry it?"

Wei WuXian said, "Brother, if you are jumping around, the blood will flow very fast and very fast, and it will flow into the heart very fast. Therefore, you must move less, preferably not moving."

The few teenagers immediately stood on a stiff board, and their companions carried them up. A teenager was carried on his back by his classmate and muttered, "The walking corpse that sprayed corpse poison powder just now can really breathe."

The boy who was carrying him panted and complained: "I told you, the one who can breathe is the living person."

Lan SiZhui said, "Young Master Mo, we have memorized it, where are we going?"

The most obedient, obedient, and worry-free is Lan SiZhui, Wei WuXian said, "The city must be temporarily unavailable. Go knock on the door."

Jin Ling said, "Knock on what door?"

Wei Wuxian thought for a while, then said, "Besides the house, is there anything else with a door?"

Jin Ling said, "You want us to go into these houses? It's already so dangerous outside, who knows what else is hidden inside the house and is spying on us."

As soon as he said these words, everyone immediately felt that there were indeed many pairs of eyes hiding behind the thick fog and houses, staring closely at their every move, every word and deed, and they couldn't help being horrified. Wei WuXian said, "Yes, it's hard to say whether the outside is more dangerous, or the inside is more dangerous. But it's already like this outside, and it can't get any worse inside. Let's go, it's not too late, we need to detoxify. "

Everyone had to do what they said. According to Wei Wuxian's instructions, everyone pulled the scabbard of the previous one to prevent them from getting scattered in the fog and banging on the door from house to house. Jin Ling knocked hard for a long time, but did not hear any response from the room, and said, "There seems to be no one in this room, let's go in."

Wei Wuxian's voice drifted from afar, "Who said you were told to go in without anyone? Keep knocking. It's someone's house that you want to enter."

Jin Ling said, "Are you still looking for someone?"

Wei WuXian said, "Yes. Knock well, you knocked too hard just now, and it's rude."

Jin Ling was so angry that he almost kicked the wooden door down, but in the end... he stomped his foot on the ground.

Every house and every house next to this long street has its door tightly closed, no matter how much you knock on it, it will not move. The more Jin Ling knocked, the more irritable he became, but the force he used was much lighter. Lan SiZhui kept calm, knocked on the thirteenth shop, and repeated the words repeated several times: "Is there anyone here?"

Suddenly, the door panel moved. A thin black seam was opened.

The door was very dark, and it was impossible to see what was behind the crack, and the person who opened the door did not speak. The few teenagers who got close involuntarily took a small step back.

Lan Sizhui calmed down and said, "Is it the shop owner?"

After a long while, an old and strange voice leaked from the crack of the door: "Yes."

Wei Wuxian came over, patted Lan SiZhui's shoulder, made him back, and said, "Shopkeeper, we first came to your place, the fog was too thick, we lost our direction, and we got tired after walking for a long time. Let's take a break from the shop?"

The strange voice said: "My shop is not for people to rest."

Wei WuXian didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong, and said as usual, "There are no other stores left. The owner really refuses to make it easy? There is a heavy reward."

Jin Ling couldn't help but said, "Where did you get the money to pay for it? Let's talk about it first, but I won't lend it to you."

Wei WuXian waved a small delicate purse in front of his eyes, and said, "Look, what is this." Lan JingYi was shocked, "You are too bold! This belongs to HanGuang-Jun!"

While they were arguing, the crack of the door was slightly opened. Although still couldn't see the furnishings in the room, could already see clearly. Behind the door stood a gray-haired, expressionless old lady.

Although this old lady has a hunched back, she looks very old at first glance, but in fact, there are not many wrinkles and age spots, and it can be said that she is an aunt. She opened the door and stepped aside, seemingly willing to let them in.

Jin Ling was greatly surprised, and said in a low voice, "She is actually willing to let people in?"

Wei Wuxian also said in a low voice, "Of course, my foot is stuck in the crack of the door, and she can't close the door even if she wants to. If I don't let me in, I'll just kick the door."

Jin Ling: "..."

This city of righteousness is already eerie, and the people living here are definitely not ordinary people. This old lady is so suspicious that a group of children from aristocratic families kept muttering in their hearts, although there are 10,000 and 10,000 people who are unwilling to enter the house, but inside and outside are not the road, a dead horse is a living horse, can't, so they have to pick up the poison and stand stiff and dare not dare The moving companions entered the door one after another. The old lady watched with cold eyes, and when they entered, she immediately closed the door. The house was once again completely dark. Wei WuXian said, "Why doesn't the shop owner light the lamp?"

The old lady said, "the lamp is on the table, light it yourself."

Lan SiZhui just happened to stand beside a table, and slowly fumbling around, he found an oil lamp, and touched a hand of old ashes. He pulled out a fire talisman and ignited it. He just brought it close to the wick, and inadvertently raised his eyes and swept it. In an instant, a burst of cold air rushed from his feet to the top of his head, and his scalp was numb.

In the main room of this shop, there are densely packed, shoulder-to-shoulders, crowded with a whole room of people, all of them with wide eyes, staring at them without blinking!