The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 34: Plant Eighth 2

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The sound of the bamboo poles pounding on the ground suddenly flickered, and the distance suddenly approached, making it impossible to determine the position, let alone determine what was making such a sudden and strange weird sound.

Wei Wuxian said, "Come here, stay close, don't move around, don't throw a sword."

In such an environment, if you rush out of your sword, it is very likely that you will not hurt the enemy, but you will accidentally hurt yourself. A moment later, the voice came to an abrupt end. After waiting for a while, a Aristocratic Family child whispered, "It's it again ... when will we follow us!"

Wei Wuxian said, "It follows you all the time?"

Lan Si chased: "After we entered the city, the fog was too worried and scattered, so we gathered together, and suddenly heard this sound. At that time, it was not so fast. It sounded very slowly. , Still dimly seeing a small shadow walking slowly in the white mist in front. Catching up but disappearing. After that, the sound has been following us. "

Wei Wuxian said, "How short is it?"

Lan Si compared to his chest: "Very short, very thin."

Wei Wuxian said, "How long have you been in?"

Lan Si chased: "Fast half column incense."

"Half-pillar incense?" Wei Wuxian asked: "Han Guangjun, how long have we been in?"

The voice of Lan Wangji came from behind the misty white mist: "Near a fragrant incense."

"Look," Wei Wuxian said, "We have been here longer than you. How can you run to us? You just came back and met us."

Jin Ling finally couldn't help but interject: "We haven't come back yet? We have been following this road and heading forward."

We are all heading forward. Is it possible that this road will become passive and become a circular mystery?

Wei Wuxian asked: "Have you tried Yujian flying up and see?"

Lan Si chased: "I tried, and I felt that I flew up a long distance, but it didn't rise much. In addition, there were some dark shadows flowing in the air. I don't know what it was, I was worried I couldn't cope , Then come down. "

After hearing the words, everyone was silent for a while. Wei Wuxian said: "Dark fog, weird."

Because the area around Shudong is already foggy, they were not white fog in the city of significance at first. Now it seems that this is not a natural fog.

Lan Jingyi exclaimed: "Willn't it be poisonous?!"

Wei Wuxian said, "Poison should be no. We have been in it for so long, and we are still alive."

Jin Ling said: "I knew I would bring the fairy over. I blame your dead donkey."

Lan Jingyi said: "We haven't blame your dog yet! It was the first to bite. It was kicked by a flower donkey bitch, who is it? Anyway, neither of them can move now. . "

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

Jin Ling: "Can that donkey compare to my spirit dog? What is Little Apple?!"

Wei Wuxian: "My donkey. Why did you take it down the hill to hunt at night? You hurt him?"

Lan Sizhai: "Hmm ... I'm sorry Mo Young Master. Your little apple ... The donkey is clamoring every day in Yunshen, some seniors have complained for a long time. Let us hunt down the mountain this night, we must drive it Let ’s go ... ”

Jin Ling: "Answer me, what is Little Apple? You give this donkey this name?"

Lan Jingyi: "What's the matter with the little apple? It loves apples, it's called the little apple. This name is eighteen streets better than your fat dog called a fairy."

Suddenly, the raven is silent.

Half a while, Wei Wuxian said, "Is anyone still there?"

There are "唔唔" and "whine" nearby, indicating that they are all there. Lan Wangji said coldly, "Noise."

Suppressed everyone all at once. Wei Wuxian couldn't help but touch his lips, he was very lucky.

At this time, footsteps were heard in the white mist on the left front.

The sound of this footsteps is extremely heavy. Immediately before, the same sound came from the front, right, side, and back. Although the fog was too thick to see the shadows, the rancid smell of already floated over.

Wei Wuxian naturally will not put a few corpses in his heart, and he whistled a whistle gently. The corpses after the fog heard the whistle, and they really stopped.

Who knows, the next moment, they rushed over!

Unexpectedly, Wei Wuxian not only did not work, but also stimulated them. It is absolutely impossible for him to confuse the two different instructions of "rejection" and "stimulation"!

However, it is too late to think more. Seventy-eight crooked figures appeared in the white mist. With the density of the white mist in the righteous city, you can see them, which means that they are very close to already!

The ice-blue Jianmang, which is avoiding dust, breaks through the white mist, and around the crowd, draws a sharp circle in the air, cuts several corpses together and cuts them, and then immediately retracts them into the sheath. Wei Wuxian was relieved, Lan Wangji whispered: "Why?"

Wei Wuxian is also thinking about why: "Why the whistle can't drive these corpses? Walking slowly, with a rancid atmosphere, is definitely not a high-level corpse, I should be able to scare by clapping my hands Run. If my whistle suddenly failed, it would never be possible, and it ’s not driven by spiritual power. This has never happened before ... ”

Suddenly, he thought of a thing, and a slight sweat on his back.

No, it's not "it never happened."

In fact, it has happened, and more than once. There is a kind of corpse evil spirit, he really can't control or drive away.

That's it—already is a corpse and evil spirit under the control of the Yin Tiger Rune!

Although this idea is terrible, the situation it represents is very serious, and people don't want to recognize and accept it, but it is indeed the most reasonable explanation. After all, even those who can recover half of the Yin Tiger Rune are existence. Although already is said to have been cleaned up, who knows who got the Yin Tiger Rune he restored?

Lan Wangji seems to have lifted the ban on everyone. Lan Sizhui was able to speak again: "Han Guangjun, is the situation dangerous? Should we leave the city immediately? However, the fog is thick, the road is not accessible, and we can't fly out ..."

An Aristocratic Family child said, "It seems that another corpse is coming!"

"Where is it? I don't hear footsteps?"

"I seem to hear a strange breathing ..." The young man found out how ridiculous he had said before he closed his mouth, and the young man said, "I really convinced you. The breathing, The corpse is dead, how could there be breathing! "

The voice did not fall, and another stout figure came over.

Dust-proof comes out of the sheath again, and after passing silently, the shadow's head and body separate. At the same time, weird noises were made, and several Aristocratic Family children who were close to each other were screaming again and again. Wei Wuxian was worried about their injuries, and said busyly: "What's wrong?"

Lan Jingyi said: "It seems that something was sprayed out of the corpse, it seems to be some kind of powder. It is bitter, sweet, and fishy!" Just now the corpse was sprayed with powder, and he just wanted to speak nonsense, mouth in his mouth. After entering a lot of dust, he didn't care about manners, and "snapped" several times in a row. The spray from the corpse is no small matter. The powder must still be raging in the air. If you rush into it and inhale the lungs, it will be more difficult than getting into the mouth. Wei Wuxian said, "You all stand far away from that place! Hurry up, let me see."

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

It's hard to move without a finger. Wei Wuxian remembered that every time the dust-proof came out of the sheath, its sword light could penetrate the white mist, and turned his head to Lan Wangji next to him: "Han Guangjun, please pull your sword and let him come over."

Lan Wangji stood beside him, but didn't answer, and didn't move.

Suddenly, an ice-blue clear sword light lit up outside the seven steps.

... Where is Lan Wangji? !!

Who is the man on his left standing silent all the time? !!

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian's eyes darkened, and a black face came forward.

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

The matte man reached out and grabbed at the sealed evil Qiankun bag hanging from his waist. However, the Qiankun bag suddenly swelled, the knot broke, and three entangled angers broke out. Evil spirit, slashing at him!

Wei Wuxian laughed and said, "Do you want to rob the evil bag? Then you can't look well, what do you do with my lockbox!"

Since the burial ground of the gravedigger was taken away by the Changyang cemetery in the last time, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have been watching carefully, guessing that he would not give up, wait for action, and at any time Robbery may occur. Sure enough, they entered the righteous city, and the gravedigger wanted to take advantage of the heavy fog and crowded cover. He did succeed, but Wei Wuxian had long since taken away the sealed evil Qiankun bag and the locker bag containing his left arm.

Ran, ran across the direction, pulled the sword out of the sheath, and then the evil spirits screamed with resentment. It seemed that he was chopped with a sword. Wei Wuxian said, "It really is cultivation high!"

He shouted, "Han Guangjun, here comes the grave digger!"

No need to remind, Lan Wangji only knew that the abnormal changes occurred just by listening, but she shouldn't, she answered with a fierce Sword Qi walking around like a shuttle.

At this time, the situation is not optimistic. The gravedigger's sword was covered with a layer of black mist, the sword could not see through, and was well hidden in the white mist. Lan Wangji's dust-protection sword light can not be blocked. He is in the Ming, the enemy is in the dark, coupled with the opponent cultivation is not low, but also familiar with Gu Su Lan's sword. It is also a blind hit in the fog, and he can have no worries, but Lan Wangji has to be careful not to accidentally hurt his own side, which is greatly unfavorable. Wei Wuxian heard the voice in the blade several times and blurted out: "Lan Zhan? Are you injured?!"

There was a soft humming sound in the distance, and it seemed to hurt the important point, which was obviously not the voice of Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji said, "How is that possible."

Wei Wuxian laughed: "So!"

The man seemed to sneer and fight with his sword. The light of avoiding the dust and the sound of the strike of the fairy swords are getting farther and farther. Wei Wuxian knew that Lan Wangji didn't want to accidentally hurt them, and deliberately opened the battlefield. He must capture this person and find out. He went to deal with the grave digger, and the rest was left to himself. He turned around and said, "What about the person who sucked in the powder?"

Lan Si chased: "They are a bit unstoppable!"

Wei Wuxian said: "Gather in the middle, report the number."

Fortunately, a wave of corpses was resolved, and a gravedigger was led away. There is nothing else to harass. The sound of the bamboo pole knocking on the ground didn't come out to make trouble. The remaining Aristocratic Family children gathered around and counted the number. Wei Wuxian took Lan Jingyi and touched his forehead, a little burning. The same was true of the other teenagers who inhaled the dust emitted by the corpse. Rolling up their eyelids and saying, "Put your tongue out, ah."

Lan Jingyi: "Ah."

Wei Wuxian: "Well. Congratulations, the corpse is poisoned."

Jin Ling: "What good congratulations?!"

Wei Wuxian said: "It is also a kind of life experience.

The cause of corpse poisoning is usually caused by the corpse mutant, or the wound is infected with the necrotic blood of the corpse mutant. A cultivator rarely gets a corpse close to him to grab and bite, and rarely poisons him. Everyone turned over the elixir carried in the Qiankun bag, but none of them brought the elixir for healing the corpses, all of which were elixir for healing and healing. Lan Si chased his worries and said: "Mo Young Master, will they be okay?"

Wei Wuxian said: "It's okay now, there will be no help waiting for the blood to flow through the body and the heart."

Lan Si chased: "It will ... what will happen."

Wei Wuxian said, "Whatever the body is, you will be like it. It ’s a little bit rotten, and it will become a hairy zombie if it ’s worse, you can only jump away from now on."

The poisoned Aristocratic Family children all took air conditioning.

Wei Wuxian said, "Want to rule?"

Nodded strongly, Wei Wuxian said, "Listen to what you want. From now on, all listen to me obediently, everyone must listen."

Although a few of this group of teenagers don't know him yet, it seems that this person can be matched with Han Guangjun's peers, be close to him, and still be able to call his name, plus he is in a demon mist filled with ghosts. Yicheng is now poisoned and has a fever. In addition, Wei Wuxian always speaks with an inexplicable self-confidence that he doesn't worry about anything. He can't help but was led away by his nose. He answered in unison: "Okay ! "

Wei Wuxian has an inch to go: "Let you do whatever you want. Don't disobey. Understand?"

"Understand!"

Wei Wuxian clapped and said, "Everyone gets up, and those who are not poisoned carry the poisoned ones. It is best to carry them. If you lift them up, remember that your head and heart are facing up."

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

Wei Wuxian said: "Brother, if you jump around, blood will flow very quickly and lively, and it will flow into the heart very quickly. Therefore, it is necessary to move less, and it is best to stay still."

The teenagers immediately stood on a rigid board, and their companions picked them up. A teenager was carried on his back by his colleague and muttered, "The corpse that sprayed the corpse poison just now really breathes."

The teenager who was carrying him complained pantingly, "I told you, I will breathe, that's a living person!"

Lan Si chased: "Mo Young Master, we have a good back, where are we going?"

The most obedient, obedient and worry-free thing is Lan Sichao, Wei Wuxian said, "The city must not be able to get out temporarily. Go knock."

Jin Ling said: "Knock what door?"

Wei Wuxian said in surprise: "Are there any doors other than houses?"

Jin Ling said: "You want us to go into these houses? It's so dangerous outside already. Who knows what's hidden inside the house is watching us."

As soon as he said this, everyone immediately felt that there were really many eyes, hiding behind the dense fog and the house, and staring at their every move, every word and deed, and couldn't help getting creepy.

Wei Wuxian said: "Yes, it's hard to say whether it's more dangerous outside or more dangerous inside the house. But already outside, it can't be worse than it is inside. Let ’s go. Detoxify. "

The crowd had to do what they said. According to Wei Wuxian's instructions, everyone took the scabbard of the previous person to prevent them from being scattered in the fog and knocking from door to door. Jin Ling knocked hard for a long time, but did not hear a response from the room, saying: "There seems to be no one in this room, go in."

Wei Wuxian's voice floated far away: "Who said you would go in without anyone? Keep knocking. Someone's room is going in."

Jin Ling said: "You still need someone?"

Wei Wuxian said: "Yeah. Well knock, you just hit too hard, it is very impolite."

Jin Ling was so angry that he knocked down the wooden door. In the end, he stomped his feet on the ground.

Every house and every house along this long street has closed the door tightly, and it doesn't matter how it knocks. The more Jin Ling knocked, the more irritable he was, but the force he used was already much lighter. Lan Sizhai has always been calm, hit the thirteenth shop, and repeated the sentence again and again: "Is anyone there?"

Suddenly, the door panel moved.

A thin black seam is opened.

The door is very dark, I can't see what's inside the room, what's behind the door gap, and the person who opened the door didn't speak.

Some teenagers who were close to him could not help but retreats took a small step.

Lan Si pursued his mind and said, "Is this the owner?"

A long while, an old, weird voice leaked from the crack of the door: "Yes."

Wei Wuxian came over and patted Lan Sichai's shoulders, letting him step back, and said, "Owner, we came out of your expensive place, the fog was too heavy, we lost our way, walked for a long time, and we were a bit tired. I wonder if you can let us take a break at the shop? "

The weird voice said, "My shop is not for people to rest."

Wei Wuxian doesn't seem to feel that there is anything wrong with it, as usual: "Preciously there are no other people in the store. The owner really refuses to make it convenient? We will pay."

After a while, the door slit was slightly opened. Although it is still difficult to see the furnishings in the house, already can see the people behind the door.

A gray, expressionless old lady stood behind the door.

Although this old lady has a hump on her back and looks very old at first glance, in fact, there are not many wrinkles and old spots, so she can be an aunt.

She opened the door and let it go, she seemed willing to let them in. Jin Ling was shocked and whispered, "She is really willing to let people in?"

Wei Wuxian also whispered: "Of course, one of my feet is stuck in the crack of the door, and she can't close the door if she wants. If you don't let me in, I'll knock the door directly."

Jin Ling: "..."

This righteous city is already weird, and the people who live here will definitely not be Anshun good people. The old lady was so suspicious that the youngsters murmured in her heart. Although ten thousand and ten thousand were unwilling to go in, but inside and outside were not roads. Dead horses were living horses. They could n’t but stand up after holding poison. Companions, one after another.

The old lady watched coldly, waiting for them to enter the door, closing it immediately. The room was suddenly dark again.

Wei Wuxian said, "Why doesn't the owner light up?"

The old lady muttered: "Lamp on the table, light it yourself."

Lan Sizhui just stood next to a table, groped slowly, felt an oil lamp, and touched the old gray ashes. He pulled out a fire charm and burned it. He just moved it close to the wick, and unconsciously raised his eyes, and suddenly a blast of air rushed from under his feet to the top of his head, and his scalp throbbed.

The halls of this shop are densely packed, shoulder-to-shouldered, and full of people all over the room, with their eyes wide open, staring at them without blinking!