Chapter 42

Xue Yang's chest was slashed by Lan Wangji's sword, not only blood spattered on the spot, but the spirit lock pouch he hid in his arms was also picked up by Bichen's sword tip. Wei WuXian couldn't see clearly, and said, "Xue Yang! What do you want him to give back to you? Shuanghua? Shuanghua is not your sword, why do you say 'give it back to you'? Do you want any shame?"

Xue Yang laughed loudly: "Senior Wei, you are really ruthless."

Wei WuXian said, "Laugh, just laugh. You can't even match Xiao Xingchen's remnant soul if you laugh at it. People disgust you so much, you still have to bring him back to play games together."

Xue Yang burst into laughter, and then scolded, "Who wants to play games with him!"

Wei WuXian said, "Then why do you want to kneel down and beg me to help you restore his soul?"

How could someone as smart as Xue Yang not know that Wei Wuxian was deliberately disturbing, first to make him angry and distracted, and second to make him scold, so that Lan Wangji could determine his position and attack, But he couldn't help but take one sentence after another. He said viciously: "What? Humph! Don't you know? I'm going to turn him into a corpse and an evil spirit, and I will drive him! Isn't he going to be a noble person? I'll let him kill endlessly and never have peace!"

Wei WuXian said, "Huh? You hate him so much? Then why did you kill Chang Ping?"

Xue Yang sneered and said, "Why did I kill Chang Ping? You don't need to ask, Patriarch Yiling! Didn't I tell you? I said that if I wanted to kill the entire family of the Yueyang Chang family, not even a single dog would be left behind! "

As soon as he spoke, it was like announcing his position, and the sound of the blade piercing the body kept ringing, but Xue Yang's ability to endure pain was different from ordinary people. Wei Wuxian had already seen it in empathy, even if he was pierced by a sword. Belly, can also chat and laugh casually. Wei WuXian added, "You've got a good reason for this, but unfortunately the timing doesn't match. For someone like you who will pay back thousands of times, you're still so vicious, how could it be delayed for several years if you really want to kill the whole family? ? You know exactly why you killed Chang Ping."

Xue Yang said, "Then tell me, what do I know in my heart? What do I know?!"

He roared at the last sentence. Wei WuXian said, "If you kill, then kill, why do you use Ling Chi, which represents 'punishment'? If you want to avenge yourself, why do you use Shuanghua instead of your disaster relief? Gouging out Chang Ping's eyes and making him look like Xiao Xingchen?"

Xue Yang said hoarsely, "Bullshit! It's all bullshit! Do I want to let him die comfortably for revenge?!"

Wei WuXian said, "You are indeed taking revenge. But who are you taking revenge for? It's ridiculous. If you really want to take revenge, the one who should be cut down by a thousand swords is yourself!"

Swish twice, a sharp air-breaking sound hit the face. Wei WuXian didn't move, Wen Ning dodged to block in front of him, and cut off two stabbing nails that gleamed with sinister black light. Xue Yang let out a creepy laugh like a night owl, then stopped abruptly, fell silent, ignored him, and continued to fight with Lan Wangji in the fog. Wei WuXian thought, "This little hooligan is too tenacious, like he can't feel any pain at all, and he's fine with any injuries. As long as he says a few more words and Lan Zhan stabs him a few more times, I don't believe he cut him. He can still jump around with his hands and feet. It's a pity he's not fooled!"

At this moment, there was a crisp sound of bamboo poles rattling in the fog.

With his thoughts spinning, Wei WuXian shouted, "Lan Zhan, where the thorns are!"

Lan Wangji immediately drew his sword. Xue Yang groaned. After a while, the bamboo pole rang out in another place a few meters away!

Lan Wangji continued to stab at the source of the sound. Xue Yang said: "Little blind man, you follow me, are you not afraid that I will crush you?"

Since being killed by Xue Yang, A-Qing has been hiding in Tibet, not letting him find her. For some reason, Xue Yang didn't pay much attention to her lonely ghost, as if she felt that she was insignificant and not to be feared. At this time, A-Qing followed Xue Yang like a shadow in the fog, banging on the bamboo pole, revealing his position, and guiding Lan WangJi in the direction of the attack!

Xue Yang's movement was extremely fast, and he appeared in another place in an instant. However, A-Qing did not run slowly during his lifetime, and after he turned into a ghost, he would stick to his back like a curse, knocking frantically with the bamboo pole in his hand. The rattling sound was far and near, left and right, front and back, and it couldn't get rid of it or get rid of it. And as soon as it sounds, the edge of Bichen will follow!

Originally, Xue Yang was like a fish in water in the fog, but he could hide and attack, but now he had to focus on dealing with A-Qing. He scolded and threw a talisman back suddenly, but it was this distraction, accompanied by A-Qing's weird scream, Bichen pierced his chest!

Although A-Qing's ghost had been defeated by Xue Yang's talisman, and there was no longer the sound of a bamboo pole knocking on the ground to reveal his trace, the sword had already hit the key point, and Xue Yang could no longer be as elusive and difficult to catch as before!

In the fog, there were several sounds of coughing up blood. Wei Wuxian threw out an empty lock spirit bag and let it rescue A-Qing's soul. Xue Yang dragged a heavy pace, took a few steps, suddenly lunged forward, stretched out his hand and roared, "Give it to me!"

Bichen's blue light slashed, and Lan Wangji cut off one of his arms neatly.

The blood spurted wildly, and there was a large hazy white mist in front of Wei Wuxian that was dyed crimson red. Absorb A-Qing's scattered ghost. Although Xue Yang still didn't make a sound of pain, there was a heavy knee landing. He seemed to have lost so much blood that he finally could not walk and fell to his knees.

Lan Wangji summoned Bichen again, and the next strike would directly cut off Xue Yang's head!

Who knows, at this moment, a blue flame suddenly burst into the sky in the white fog.

The Fire of the Teleportation Talisman!

Wei Wuxian knew that something was wrong, so he didn't care about the danger in the fog and rushed over. Under this charge, he almost slipped to the ground, where the bloodiest place was full of wet blood, all gushing out from Xue Yang's broken arm.

However, Xue Yang's figure disappeared.

Lan Wangji walked over, Wei WuXian said, "Gravedigger?"

Xue Yang had already been hit by Bichen, and he had lost an arm. Judging from the amount of blood, he would definitely die. Lan WangJi nodded slightly and said, "I stabbed the grave digger with three swords, and he was about to be captured alive. A large number of walking corpses attacked and taught him to escape."

Wei WuXian said calmly, "The gravedigger has already been hit with a sword, but he will take away Xue Yang's body no matter how much energy he has spent. I'm afraid that he will also know Xue Yang and know his details. Take Xue Yang's body away... ...to search for the Yin Tiger Talisman on him."

It is rumored that after Xue Yang was "cleaned up" by Jin Guangyao, the Yin Tiger Talisman was lost and disappeared. But now it seems that the nine achievements of Yinhu Fu Jiu are on him. There are thousands of living corpses, walking corpses, and even murderous corpses inhabiting Yicheng. It may be difficult to control with corpse poison powder or skull nails alone. Only using the Yin Tiger Talisman could explain why Xue Yang was able to order them at will, making them obey their orders and attack one after another. A suspicious and cunning person like him will definitely not place the Yin Tiger Talisman in a place that he can't see, and hide it on his body so that he can touch it all the time to feel safe. When the gravedigger took his body, it was almost the same as taking the Yin Tiger Talisman.

This matter is no trivial matter, Wei Wuxian said solemnly, "This is the end of the matter, I can only hope that the Yin Tiger Talisman that Xue Yang recovered has limited power."

At this moment, Lan WangJi gently threw something at him.

Wei Wuxian picked it up and said, "What?"

Lan Wangji said, "Right hand."

What he threw was a brand-new seal of evil, and Wei Wuxian remembered the purpose of entering Yicheng, and his spirit was refreshed: "Good brother's right hand?"

Lan Wangji said, "Mm."

Under the obstacles of gravediggers, walking corpses, and misty fog, Lan Wangji managed to find the right hand of the corpse, Wei Wuxian was convinced and praised, "As expected of Hanguang-Jun! It's another step ahead. It's a pity that it's not a head. I want to see what my good brother looks like, but it's almost too soon... Where's Song Lan?"

After Xue Yang's body disappeared, the speed of the white mist became faster, it seemed to be a little thinner, and it was not so difficult to see things. Because of this, Wei Wuxian suddenly discovered that Song Lan was gone. Where he was lying, only Wen Ning was still squatting on the ground, staring blankly.

Lan Wangji put his hand on the hilt of the Bichen sword that had just been in the sheath, Wei WuXian said, "It's alright. Don't be vigilant. Song Lan, the murderous corpse just now, he should have no intention of attacking, otherwise Wen Ning wouldn't No warning. Probably his sanity has returned and he left by himself."

He blew his whistle softly, Wen Ning lowered his head and stood up, heard the sound and retreated, his figure disappeared in the white fog. The sound of the chain mopping the floor gradually faded away, Lan WangJi didn't say much, just calmly said, "Let's go."

They were about to start walking when suddenly, Wei WuXian said, "Wait."

In the pool of blood, he saw something solitary.

A severed left hand. Four fingers clasped tightly, missing a little finger.

The fist of this hand is clenched very tightly. Wei Wuxian squatted down and used enough strength to break open one by one. After breaking it apart, found that was holding a small candy in the palm of hand.

This candy is slightly black and must not be eaten.

It was held too tightly, and it was already a little broken.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji returned to Yizhuang together, the door was open, and sure enough, Song Lan was standing beside the coffin Xiao Xingchen was lying on, looking down at it.

The disciples of the famous families all drew their swords, huddled together, and piled them aside, staring vigilantly at the murderous corpse that had attacked them just now. Seeing Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji returning, they felt as if they had been granted amnesty, but they dared not dare. Yelling, as if afraid of awakening or angering Song Lan. Wei Wuxian stepped into the Yizhuang and introduced Lan Wangji, "Song Lan, Daoist Song Zichen."

Song Lan, who was standing beside the coffin, raised his head and turned his gaze to them. Lan Wangji lightly lifted the hem of his clothes, stepped over the high threshold with a graceful posture, and nodded slightly.

Song Lan's sanity has recovered, her pupils have also fallen, and there are a pair of clear black eyes in the sockets.

Those eyes that were originally Xiao Xingchen were full of unspeakable sadness.

So, without further questioning, Wei Wuxian knew. During the time he was driven by Xue Yang as a murderous corpse, he saw everything and remembered everything.

No matter how much you ask or say more, it will only add to the helplessness and pain.

After a moment of silence, Wei Wuxian took out two small and thin locks, handed them to him, and said, "Daoist Master Xiaoxingchen, and Miss A-Qing."

Although A-Qing was very afraid of Xue Yang, just now, she still closely followed the murderer who killed her with his own hands, so that he couldn't get rid of or hide, until she was pierced by Bichen's sword and got the retribution. She was almost blown away by Xue Yang's vicious talisman. Wei Wuxian picked it up and tried his best to get some back. Now, it was broken into pieces, and it was about the same as Xiao Xingchen.

Two groups of weak souls, each curled up in a locked spirit sack, as if bumped with a little force, they would be scattered in the sack. Song Lan's hands trembled slightly. He took them over, and held them in the palm of his hand. He didn't even dare to lift the tassels, for fear that they would break.

Wei WuXian said, "Daoist Master Song, what do you plan to do with the corpse of Daoist Master Xiao Xingchen?"

Song Lan carefully held the two spirit lock sacs with one hand, and took out Fu Xue with the other hand, and wrote two lines on the ground: "The corpse is cremated. The soul rests in peace."

Xiao Xingchen's soul was broken like this, and he would definitely not be able to return to his body, even if his body was cremated. This body dissipates, leaving only a pure soul, which can be slowly raised in peace, or one day, it can return to the world.

Wei Wuxian nodded and said again, "What do you plan to do in the future?"

Song Lan wrote: "Negative Shuanghua, walk the road of the world. Together with the stardust, eliminate demons and annihilate evil spirits."

After a pause, he wrote again: "When he wakes up, say sorry, it's not your fault."

These were the words he hadn't been able to say to Xiao Xingchen during his lifetime.

The demonic fog in Yicheng gradually dissipated, and the long street and the fork in the road could be clearly seen. Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian walked out of this desolate ghost town with a group of children from aristocratic families. Song Lan said goodbye to them at the city gate.

He was still in that dark Taoist robe, alone, carrying two swords, Shuanghua and Fuxue, with two souls, Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing, and embarked on a different path.

Not the way they came to Yicheng.

Lan SiZhui stared at his back for a while and said, "'Mingyue Qingfeng Xiao Xingchen, Aoxue Lingshuang Song Zichen'... I wonder if the two of them will meet again."

Wei Wuxian was walking on the road overgrown with weeds and happened to see a grassy area, and said to himself, "It was here that Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing rescued Xue Yang back then."

Lan Jingyi said, "You should tell us now, what did you see when you were empathizing? How could that person be Xue Yang? Why did he pretend to be Xiao Xingchen?"

"And also, was that the ghost general just now? Where is the ghost general now? Why haven't I seen him? Is he still in Yicheng? Why did he suddenly appear?"

Wei Wuxian pretended not to hear the second question and said, "Well, it's a very complicated story..."

All the way down, after he finished speaking, there was a gloomy cloud beside him, and no one remembered Ghost General anymore.

Lan Jingyi was the first to cry and said, "How could such a thing happen in the world!"

Jin Ling was furious: "That Xue Yang, scum! Scum! It's too cheap for him to die! If the fairy is here, I'll let the fairy bite him to death!"

Wei WuXian was terrified: If the fairy was here, Xue Yang would be scared to death before he was bitten to death.

The young man who had praised A-Qing when he peeped at the crack of the door beat his chest and said, "Miss A-Qing, Miss A-Qing!"

Lan Jingyi cried the loudest and was extremely complacent, but this time, no one reminded him to be careful not to make noise, because Lan SiZhui's eyes were also red, but fortunately Lan WangJi didn't ban him. With snot and tears streaming down her face, Lan Jingyi suggested, "Let's go burn some paper money for Daoist Master Xiao Xingchen and Miss A-Qing? Isn't there a village at the intersection ahead? Let's go buy something and pay homage to them."

Everyone agreed: "Good good!"

After speaking, they arrived at the village at the intersection of the stone tablets. Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui couldn't wait to run in. They bought some incense sticks, incense candles, and red, red, yellow and yellow paper money. Something like a windproof stove, a group of teenagers squatted on the ground in a circle, and started to burn paper money, while burning and thinking. Wei Wuxian wasn't in a very relaxed mood at first, he didn't even say a few wisecracks on the way, he couldn't help it when he saw this, and said to Lan Wangji, "Hanguang-kun, look at them doing this kind of thing at people's door. Don't stop it."

Lan Wangji said lightly, "Go and stop it."

Wei WuXian said, "Okay, I'll discipline you."

He went and said: "I'm not mistaken? You are all children of the Xianmen family. Your parents, uncles and uncles have not taught you. Can the dead not receive paper money? What kind of money? I can't receive it. And this is the door of someone else's house, you are burning here..."

Lan Jingyi waved his hand and said, "Go away, go away, you are protected from the wind. If it won't start burning, and you haven't died before, how do you know that dead people can't receive paper money?"

Another teenager raised his face with tears and soot on his face, and agreed: "That's right. How do you know? What if you can get it?"

Wei Wuxian murmured, "How do I know?"

Of course he knows!

In the ten years since he died, he never received a single piece of paper money!

Lan Jingyi stabbed a knife in his heart again: "Even if you don't receive it, it must be because no one burns it for you."

Wei WuXian asked himself, "How could it be? Did I fail like this? No one is willing to burn paper money for me? Is it really because no one burned me that I didn't receive it?"

The more he thought about it, the more impossible he felt. He turned his head and whispered to Lan Wangji: "Hanguang-Jun, have you ever burned paper money for me? At least you burned it for me, right?"

Lan Wangji glanced at him, lowered his head and brushed off the dust stained on the bottom of his sleeve, quietly looking into the distance without saying a word.

Wei Wuxian looked at his An Ran profile and thought, "No way?"

Really not? !

At this time, a villager came over with a soil bow on his back and said dissatisfiedly: "Why do you want to burn here? This is my door, so auspicious!"

Wei WuXian said, "Look, have you been scolded?"

These teenagers have never done this kind of thing before. They don't know that it is unlucky to burn paper money at people's door, so they apologized repeatedly. Lan SiZhui hurriedly wiped his face and said, "Is this your door?"

The villager said, "Hey, what are you talking about, child. Three generations of my family have lived here, isn't it mine or yours?"

Jin Ling became unhappy when he heard his tone, and wanted to stand up: "How did you talk?"

Wei Wuxian pressed his head down. Lan Sizhui said again, "I see. Sorry, my question didn't mean anything else, it's just that the last time we passed this house, we saw another hunter here, so I only asked this question."

The villager said blankly: "Another hunter? What another?"

He compared "three" and said, "Three generations of my family! I am the only one, and I have no brothers! My father died long ago, and my daughter-in-law didn't marry or have a baby. Where can I get another hunter?"

Lan Jingyi said, "Really!" He also stood up and said, "Wear well and wear a big hat, just sitting in your yard and bowing your head and repairing bows and arrows, as if you are going to go hunting soon. We're here. When I was here, I asked him the way. It was he who pointed us in the direction of Yicheng!"

The villager spit: "Nonsense! Did you really see me sitting in my yard? There is no such person in my house! The ghosts in Yicheng are beaten to death, show you which way? They want to kill you! You see It's a ghost!"

He spit a few mouthfuls in a row, spit out the bad luck, shook his head and turned away, leaving only a group of teenagers looking at each other. Lan Jingyi was still defending: "It was indeed sitting in this courtyard, I remember it clearly..."

Wei WuXian briefly said a few words to Lan WangJi, then turned around and said, "Understood, you were led to Yicheng. The hunter who showed you the way is not a villager here at all, he is pretending to be someone with ulterior motives. of."

Jin Ling said, "Did someone deliberately lead us here since killing cats and throwing corpses along the way? Is that fake hunter the one who did these things?"

Wei WuXian said, "Eight and nine are inseparable from ten."

Lan Sizhui said in confusion, "Why did he take so much trouble to lead us to Yicheng?"

Wei WuXian said, "I don't know yet, but in the future, you must be careful. If you encounter such a strange thing again, don't investigate it yourself, contact your family first, and send more people to act together. You are also in Yicheng, your little life is not guaranteed."

Thinking of what would happen if they fell into Yicheng, many people's hair stood on their backs. Whether it was surrounded by corpses or facing the living demon Xue Yang, the situation was chilling.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian walked for a while with a group of children from an aristocratic family, and when it was getting dark, they rushed to the city where they kept their dogs and donkeys.

The city was brightly lit, and the voices were loud. Everyone was impressed: This is where the living live.

Wei Wuxian opened his hands to Hua Donkey and shouted, "Little Apple!"

Little Apple yelled at him furiously, and immediately, Wei Wuxian heard a bark, and immediately jumped behind Lan Wangji. Fairy also rushed over, a dog and a donkey confronted each other, baring each other's teeth.

Lan Wangji said, "Tie it up. Eat."

He dragged Wei Wuxian, who was almost glued to his back, and walked to the second floor under the guidance of Tea Sheng. Jin Ling and the others were about to follow, but Lan Wangji turned around and glanced at them with an unintelligible look. Lan Sizhui immediately said to the others, "The long seats and the young seats have to be separated, so let's stay on the first floor."

Lan WangJi nodded slightly and continued to walk up with an indifferent expression. Jin Ling stood hesitantly on the stairs, unable to go up or down, Wei Wuxian turned his head and giggled, "The adults and children have to be separated. There are some things you'd better not see."

Jin Ling pouted and said, "Who is going to see it!"

Lan Wangji ordered someone to book a table for a group of children from aristocratic families on the first floor, while he and Wei Wuxian asked for a private room on the second floor, sitting opposite each other.

Wei WuXian said, "HanGuang-Jun, listen to me, your family must not be responsible for the aftermath of Yicheng. If you really want to clean up such a big city, it will consume a lot of money in all aspects, and it will be very difficult. Shuzhong is not the jurisdiction of the Gusu Lan Clan in the first place. You can click on the group of juniors downstairs to see which families they belong to. Counting their share, the one who should contribute should still contribute."

Lan Wangji said, "It can be considered."

Wei WuXian said, "Think about it carefully. Everyone likes to have prey scrambled the most, and push it around if you have the responsibility. You suffered this loss today, and if you spoil others, you may not be able to understand your realm because of your love. The more times, other people think it's a matter of course for you to be in trouble. That's how things are in the world."

After a pause, he continued: "But it is also unfortunate, Yicheng is too remote, and there is no observation deck, otherwise Jin LingsiZhui and the others would not have stumbled in by mistake, the souls of Miss Aqing and Taoist Master Xiaoxingchen It won't take so many years to see the sun again."

Aristocratic families, large and small, are scattered, and most of them live in prosperous capitals that extend in all directions, or spiritual places with beautiful mountains and rivers. However, in some remote and barren places, no family is willing to live in the town, and there are very few scattered cultivators who are wise. Therefore, when there are demons and evil spirits in these places, the local civilians are often miserable and have nowhere to turn for help. When the Lanling Jin Sect's last head, Jin Guangshan, was still alive, Jin Guangyao had put forward an idea about this, but because of the huge consumption, Jin Guangshan did not have a positive attitude towards it, and the Lanling Jin Sect's appeal was not strong enough at that time. Not taken seriously, nothing more.

After Jin Guangyao officially succeeded as the Patriarch and Immortal Governor, he began to assemble and allocate manpower and material resources from various families to implement the original idea. Initially, the voices of opposition were high, and many people questioned that the Lanling Jin Sect would benefit from this and enrich their own pockets. With a smile on his face, Jin Guangyao has been grinding for five years. During the five years, he has formed alliances with countless people, and turned his face with countless people. More than 1,200 "lookout towers".

These "observation towers" are distributed in these remote and barren places, and each one is assigned with disciples transferred from each family. If there is a vision, it will act immediately. If it cannot be solved, it will quickly send a notification and seek help from other families or loose cultivators. If the monks who came to help asked for remuneration, the local people could not afford it, and the Lanling Jin Sect raised enough to support it every year.

These are all things that happened behind the ancestors of Yiling. The two passed by several observation decks during their travels. Only then did Wei Wuxian hear the whole story from Lan Wangji. It is rumored that Jinlintai is preparing to build the second batch of observation platforms, which will be expanded to 3,000, making it a wider coverage. Although after the completion of these observation towers, they were widely acclaimed due to their remarkable effect, but the voices of doubt and ridicule never ceased, and there must be a mighty turn of events at that time.

After a while, the dishes came, and so did the wine. Wei Wuxian glanced at the table seemingly casually, and most of them were red and spicy. He paid attention to Lan Wangji's chopsticks, and found that he moved mostly light dishes, only occasionally reaching for the bright red plate, his face remained unchanged at the entrance, and his heart moved slightly. Lan Wangji noticed his gaze and asked, "What's wrong."

Wei Wuxian slowly poured a glass and said, "I want someone to drink with me."