Chapter 61 Wind Evil Thirteenth

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Wang Lingjiao screamed and sat up from the bed. Wen Chao, who was reading the letter at the table, patted the table and said angrily, "What the hell are you calling me in the middle of the night!"

Wang Lingjiao took a few breaths in shock and said, "I... I dreamed about that Wei, and I dreamed of him again!"

Wen Chao said, "It's been more than three months since he was thrown into the mass grave by me. Why do you still dream of him? You have dreamed of him several times!"

Wang Lingjiao said, "I...I don't know why, but I've been dreaming about him lately."

Wen Chao was upset when he read the letter, so he didn't have time to pay attention to her, let alone hug her to comfort her like before, and said impatiently, "Then don't sleep!"

She got out of bed, threw herself to Wen Chao's table, and said, "Young Master Wen, I... The more I think about it, the more scared I get. I think... Did we make a big mistake back then?... He was thrown into the mess. In the burial mound, will he not die? Will he…”

The veins at Wen Chao's temple were throbbing, and he said, "How is it possible? How many monks did our family send to clear the mass graves before? Has one of them came back? It's been a round."

Wang Lingjiao said, "It's terrible to be dead! If he really turns into a ghost like he said, come back to us..."

As she spoke, both of them recalled that day, Wei Ying's face when he fell, that expression, and shivered at the same time.

Wen Chao immediately retorted: "It's impossible to die! Those who die in the mass graves will be imprisoned there. Don't scare yourself. Don't you see that I'm annoying!"

He crumpled the letter in his hand, smashed it out, and said with hatred: "What is the crusade to shoot the sun, shit shooting the sun, want to shoot the sun down? Dreaming!"

Wang Lingjiao stood up, poured him a cup of tea carefully, and thought about what to say in her heart to please, and then she said coquettishly: "Young Master Wen, those few of them can be crazy for a while, and Sect Master Wen will definitely get rid of it immediately. can……"

Wen Chao scolded: "Shut up! You know the shit! Get out and don't bother me!"

Wang Lingjiao felt wronged and hated, put down the teacup, straightened her hair and gauze, and walked out with a smile on her face.

As soon as she went out, the smile on her face collapsed and she opened a ball of paper in her hand. When she came out just now, she quietly picked up the letter that Wen Chao threw out, wanting to see what the news was that made him so angry. She didn't know much, so she read it upside down for a long time, and finally guessed that the letter was about: Wen Xu, the eldest son of the Wen family's sect master, Wen Chao's elder brother, was cut off by one of the head of the family who led the chaos, and he was still in battle. Demonstration before!

Wang Lingjiao was stunned.

The Gusu Lan Clan was burned, the Yunmeng Jiang Clan was wiped out, and countless other families, large and small, were suppressed in various ways. There was not no voice of resistance, but the voice of resistance was always suppressed by the Qishan Wen Clan. , Three months ago, when Jin, Nie, Lan, and Jiang formed an alliance, took the lead in the chaos, and played the banner of "Shooting the Sun", they didn't take it seriously.

Sect Master Wen spoke at that time. Among these four families, the LanlingJin Sect is a foregone conclusion. Seeing what kind of crusade the family is outraged about, he also participates in a share. Maybe he will come back soon to hug the Wen family's thigh and cry for his father and mother; the owner of the Nie family in Qinghe is too easy to break, and it can't last for a long time. The minister transferred the Book Collection Pavilion and came back to succeed him as the head of the family. He was just a junior and couldn't handle any big things. The most ridiculous Yunmeng Jiang clan, who was full of slaughtered slaughter, was left with Jiang Cheng, who was younger than Lan XiChen, and the other one. A stinky stinky boy with no subordinates, he dares to call himself the head of the family, raise the flag to crusade, and summon new disciples while crusades.

In short, eight words: no climate, no self-control!

All those who stood on the side of the Wen family regarded the shooting of the sun as a joke. Who knows, after three months, the situation has not developed according to the road they envisioned!

Hejian, Yunmeng and many other important places were missed and seized, but that's all. Today, even Sect Master Wen's eldest son has been beheaded.

Wang Lingjiao was restless in the corridor for a while, and returned to her room restlessly, her eyelids beating wildly. She rubbed her eyelids with one hand and pressed her chest with the other, thinking about her own way out.

She has been following Wen Chao for almost half a year. Half a year was the limit of the time it took for Wen Chao to go from loving a woman to being bored. She originally thought that she was different and could hold on to the last one, but Wen Chao's increasingly impatient behavior recently had told her that she was no different from other women.

Wang Lingjiao bit her lip, thought about it, squatted down, and pulled out a small box from the bottom of the bed.

This small box was the property and treasure she tried to snatch while she was with Wen Chao for half a year. Wealth can be spent, treasures can be self-defense. Although not reconciled, the day has finally come.

She wanted to count how much inventory she had, so she pulled out a small key from her belt, and muttered as she unlocked the lock, "You bitch, you will die sooner or later, I don't have to wait for you, I am still happy. em!"

She fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Just now, the moment she opened the box, she saw what was inside.

Without her cherished treasure, only a pale-skinned child curled up in a box!

Wang Lingjiao was so frightened that she screamed in agony, and she couldn't move her legs back. She often locks this box, and she carries only one key, so how can there be a child in it? She can't open it once a month. If a child is hidden inside, how could she not know? How can this child live? !

The small box was kicked over by her, the top of the box overturned, and the bottom of the box was facing her. There was no movement for a long time.

Wang Lingjiao got up from the ground with trembling legs. She wanted to take a closer look, but she didn't dare. She thought, "There are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

Her cultivation is extremely poor, and she can't deal with ghosts, but she suddenly thought that this is the monitoring room, and there are talismans pasted outside the gate and every room. If there are ghosts, the talismans will definitely protect her, and hurriedly rushed out , took off the talisman outside her room and stuck it on her chest.

With the talisman in front of her chest, she seemed to have taken a reassurance. She tiptoed into the room, found a clothespin, and used it to turn the box over from a distance. There were all her treasures neatly packed inside, and there were no children at all.

Wang Lingjiao breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down with the clothes-fork pole, and was about to start counting, when she suddenly found that there were two white lights under the bed.

That is a pair of eyes.

There was a white child lying on the bottom of the bed, looking at her.

This is the third time Wen Chao has heard Wang Lingjiao's scream tonight, and he is even more angry, roaring: "Stupid bitch! If you are shocked, you can't make Laozi less annoying?"

If it weren't for the irritating news that comes these days, there is no time to look for new beauties, and I am afraid that the female assassins sent by the choppy family are not innocent and reliable, and there is no shortage of a bed warmer. It's been a long time since this woman went as far as she could. Wen Chao shouted, "Someone! Tell her to shut up for me!"

No one responded. Wen Chao kicked a stool, his anger soaring even higher: "Where did everyone die!"

Suddenly, the door opened wide. Wen Chao said, "I told you to shut up that bitch, not to let you in..."

When he turned his head, the second half of the words got stuck in his throat. He saw a woman standing at the door of his house.

This woman's nose is slanted and her eyes are slanted. Her facial features seem to have been smashed and put together again. Her two eyes are looking in different directions. Does not look like.

It took Wen Chao a lot of effort to recognize her by her revealing gauze. This is Wang Lingjiao!

Wang Lingjiao grunted in her throat, took a few steps closer to him, and stretched out her hand: "...help...help...help me..."

Wen Chao shouted, took out his new saber, and slashed at it: "Go away! Go away!"

Wang Lingjiao was split into his shoulders by his sword, and his facial features were twisted even more.

Wen Chao didn't even dare to draw his sword, so he picked up a stool and smashed it at her. After the stool hit her, it fell apart, Wang Lingjiao swayed, knelt down, and lay on the ground, as if kowtowing to someone, inarticulately said: "...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...forgive me, spare me , forgive me woo woo woo..."

As she kowtowed, blood flowed out of her seven orifices. The door was blocked by her, so Wen Chao couldn't rush out, so he had to push open the window and shouted heartily, "Wen Zhuliu! Wen Zhuliu!!!"

Wang Lingjiao who was on the ground had already picked up a stool leg, and frantically stuffed it into her mouth, smiling while trying to put it in, "Okay, okay, I'll eat, I'll eat! Haha, I'll eat!"

The legs of the stool were actually tucked in by her!

Wen Chao lost his mind and was about to jump out of the window to escape when he suddenly found a black figure standing in the courtyard, in the moonlight.

at the same time.

Jiang Cheng stood in front of a forest, noticed someone approaching, and turned his head slightly. The person who came was dressed in white, with a wiping forehead tied and a streamer waving lightly behind him. His face was as white as jade, and he was extremely handsome. Under the moonlight, his whole person seemed to be enveloped in a faint halo.

Jiang Cheng said coldly, "Second Young Master Lan."

Lan Wangji looked solemn, nodded and said, "Sect Master Jiang."

After the two said hello, they had nothing to say, brought their respective monks, and walked silently with their swords.

Two months ago, the Lan family's twin jades and Jiang Cheng had a surprise attack, taking back the confiscated immortal swords from each family's children from Wen Chao's "Instruction Department" and returning them to their original owners. Sandu and Bichen then returned to their respective hands.

Lan Wangji's light-colored eyes swept the other sword on Jiang Cheng's waist, and then turned his gaze back.

After a while, he looked straight ahead and said, "Wei Ying hasn't appeared yet?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at him, as if wondering why he suddenly asked Wei Ying, and replied, "No."

He looked at the casual on his waist and said, "The people on my side haven't found any news about him yet, but he will definitely find me when he comes back, and I will return the sword to him when he appears."

Not long after, the two brought a group of cultivators to the Supervision Liao where Wen Chao was hiding, ready to attack at night. Before entering the door, Lan Wangji's eyes narrowed, and Jiang Cheng frowned.

Yin Qi is overflowing, resentment is rampant.

However, the talismans on both sides of the gate were intact. Jiang Cheng made a gesture, and the cultivators he led scattered and fell under the wall. He waved three poisons, sword qi attacked, and knocked open the door.

Before entering the door, Lan Wangji's eyes swept across the talismans on both sides of the door.

The scene in the surveillance room was extremely tragic.

The courtyard was full of corpses. And not only the courtyard, but also the flowers, corridors, wooden fences, and even the roof are full of corpses.

These corpses were all dressed in flaming robes of Yanyang, and they were the disciples of the Wen family. Jiang Cheng used the three poisons to turn a corpse over, seeing the bloodstains on the pale face, and said, "The seven orifices are bleeding."

Lan WangJi stood on the other side and said, "This one is not."

Jiang Cheng walked over and found that this corpse rolled its eyes, beyond recognition, with yellow bile dripping from its mouth, it was frightened to death.

One of his disciples said: "Sect Master, I have seen it, all of them are dead, and each corpse has a different way of dying."

Hanging, burning, drowning, poisoning, freezing to death, throat slitting, brain-piercing death with a sharp weapon... After Jiang Cheng heard this, he said: "It seems that tonight's task, something else helped us complete it."

Lan Wangji remained silent and entered the house first.

The door to Wen Chao's room opened wide, and there was only a female corpse left in the room. This female corpse was dressed in light clothes and had half a stool leg stuffed into her mouth. She stabbed herself to death because she forcibly tried to swallow the table leg into her stomach.

Jiang Cheng turned the twisted face of the female corpse over, stared at it for a while, sneered, grabbed the leg of the stool, shoved it into her mouth, and stabbed the remaining half inside.

He stood up with red eyes and was about to speak when he saw Lan Wangji standing in front of the door, frowning in thought. He walked over, followed Lan Wangji's gaze, and saw a talisman with red characters on a yellow background pasted on the door.

At first glance, there is nothing wrong with this talisman, but if you take a closer look, you will find that there are some subtleties that are extremely uncomfortable.

Lan Wangji said, "More."

Jiang Cheng frowned and said, "Sure enough."

They could memorize this kind of painting method of town house talismans as early as fifteen or sixteen years old. However, there are a few more strokes in the cinnabar of this talisman. It was these few strokes that changed the texture of the entire spell. Now it looks like the spell posted on the door is like a human face smiling sternly.

The bodies of Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu were not found in the monitoring room. Jiang Cheng speculated that they must have fled in the direction of Qishan. Lan Wangji made a trip back to Gusu first.

The next day, Lan Wangji caught up with Jiang Cheng, took out the last spell, and said, "This spell has been reversed."

Jiang Cheng said, "Reversal? What is reversal?"

Lan Wangji said, "Ordinary talismans, exorcise evil spirits. This talisman attracts evil spirits."

Jiang Cheng was stunned: "Fu Zhuan - can still attract evil? Unheard of."

Lan Wangji said: "It is indeed unheard of, but, after testing, it does have the ability to summon yin and gather evil spirits."

Jiang Cheng took the talisman and looked at it carefully, and said, "I just added a few strokes to reverse the function of the entire talisman? Is this artificial?"

Lan Wangji said: "There are a total of four strokes added, all drawn with human blood. The entire town house talisman of the Supervision Liao has been altered. The strokes of the strokes are the same person."

Jiang Cheng said, "Then who might this person be? Among the famous people, I have never heard of anyone who can do such a thing." Immediately, he added: "But no matter who he is, the purpose is the same as ours - Tu Jinwen dog!"

The two followed the intelligence all the way north, and every time they passed, they could hear that there were tragically dead corpses there. All of these corpses were cultivators of the Wen family who were wearing Yanyang flaming robes. However, all of them died in a horrific state, with various ways of dying, and their bodies were all exposed in crowded places. Jiang Cheng said, "Do you think these people were also killed by the same person?"

Lan Wangji said: "The evil spirit is very serious. It should be done by one person."

Jiang Cheng hummed, "Evil? In this world, can there be anything more evil than a warm dog!"

After the chase until the middle of the night on the fourth day, the two finally caught the trace of Wen Zhuliu near a post in a remote mountain city.

The inn has two floors, and the stables are next to the building. When Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng arrived, they happened to see a tall figure rushing into the building and locked the door. The two were afraid of Wen Zhuliu's "Pill Transformation Hand" technique, so it was inconvenient to startle the snake, and instead of entering through the door, they climbed up the roof. Jiang Cheng resisted the monstrous hatred in his chest, gritted his teeth, stared at the crack of the tile, and looked down.

Wen Zhuliu was dressed in the dust, holding a figure in his arms, shuffled up to the second floor, put the person on the table, then ran to the window and pulled down all the curtains to cover it tightly. Back at the table, the oil lamp was lit.

The faint light illuminated his face, which was still pale and cold, but there were two thick black lines under his eyes. The other person at the table, wrapped tightly all over his body, even his face was covered in a cloak, like a fragile cocoon, shivering in the cloak, gasping for breath, suddenly said: "Don't light the lamp! What if he finds out!"

Lan Wangji raised his head and looked at Jiang Cheng, both of whom had the same suspicion in their eyes.

This person must be Wen Chao. But how did Wen Chao's voice become like this, sharp and thin, not like Wen Chao at all?

Wen Zhuliu lowered his head to look through the things in his sleeves, and said, "Can't he find out if he doesn't light the lamp?"

Wen Chao said loudly, "We, we have run so far, we have run for so long, he, he should not be able to catch it!"

Wen Zhuliu said indifferently, "Maybe."

Wen Chao angrily said, "What is maybe! If you haven't escaped, don't run away!"

Wen Zhuliu said, "You need to take medicine. Otherwise, you will die."

Saying that, he lifted Wen Chao's cloak at once. With this lift, the two people on the roof were startled.

Under the cloak, it was not Wen Chao's arrogant, domineering, greasy handsome face, but a bald head covered in bandages!

Wen Zhuliu peeled off the bandage layer by layer, exposing the skin of the bald man. This face is covered with uneven burns and scars, making his whole person seem to be cooked, hideous and ugly, and he can't see the shadow of the former person at all!

Wen Zhuliu took out the medicine bottle, first gave him a few pills, then took out the ointment and smeared it on the burns on his head and face. Wen Chao whimpered in pain, however, Wen Zhuliu said, "Don't cry, otherwise the tears will make the wound fester and the pain will be worse."

Wen Chao had to hold back his tears, not even crying. Beside the flickering firelight, a bald man with a burnt face bared his teeth and cracked his teeth, making a strange and vague sound from his mouth. This scene is truly unparalleled horror.

At this moment, Wen Chao screamed and said, "Flute! Flute! Is it the flute?! I heard him playing the flute again!"

Wen Zhuliu said, "No! It's the wind."

However, Wen Chao was so frightened that he fell to the ground and howled, and Wen Zhuliu picked him up again. It seemed that something was wrong with Wen Chao's legs and he couldn't move by himself.

After Wen Zhuliu applied the medicine for him, he took out a few buns from his arms, handed them to him, and said, "Eat it. After eating, continue on your way."

Wen Chao shivered and took a bite. Seeing this, Jiang Cheng remembered the miserable state of the day he and Wei Wuxian escaped. The two of them couldn't even eat a single bite of dry food. In this situation, the retribution was really unpleasant!

He was full of joy, the corners of his mouth raised, and he laughed silently.

Suddenly, Wen Chao seemed to have bitten something, and with a terrifying expression, he threw the buns out, screaming, "I don't eat meat! I don't eat! I don't eat! I don't eat meat!"

Wen Zhuliu handed another one and said, "This is not meat."

Wen Chao said, "Don't eat it! Take it away! Go away! I'm going to find my father, when can I go back to my father!"

Wen Zhuliu said: "At this rate, there are still two days."

He speaks very honestly, never exaggerates, never lies. This sincerity made Wen Chao extremely painful, and said hoarsely, "Two days? Two days?! Look at me now, what will I look like? Wait two more days, what will I look like?! It's useless. thing!"

Wen Zhuliu stood up suddenly, Wen Chao shrank in fright, thinking that he wanted to run away alone, but suddenly he knew he was afraid. All the guards died tragically in front of him one by one, only this Wen Zhuliu was his strongest and last rely on, he quickly changed his words: "No no no, Wen Zhuliu, Wen Zhuliu! Don't go, You can't leave me, as long as you take me back to my father, I will let him promote you to the top guest! No no no, you saved me, you are my eldest brother, and I will let him recognize you in this sect! You will be my big brother from now on!"

Wen Zhuliu stared at the direction of the stairs and said, "No need."

Not only did he hear it, but Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng also heard it. The sound of footsteps came from the stairs of the station.

There was a person who was walking up the stairs step by step.

Wen Chao's burnt face instantly faded from the excess blood. He shivered and stretched out his hands from his cloak, covering his face, as if he was too afraid, and wanted to cover his eyes to protect himself. And these palms are actually bare, not a finger!

Boom, boom, boom.

The man walked upstairs slowly, dressed in black, with a slender figure, a flute around his waist, and walking behind his back.

Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng on the roof both put their hands on the hilt of their swords.

However, when that person walked up the stairs leisurely, turned around with a smile, and saw Lan Wangji with that handsome face, his eyes widened in disbelief.