The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 61: Wind evil thirteenth

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!"

Wang Lingjiao screamed and got up from the bed. Wen Ye, who was reading the letter at the table, patted the table, and said angrily, "What's your ghost name in the middle of the night!"

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

Wen Yi said: "He has been thrown into the mass grave post for more than three months. Why do you still dream of him? How many times have you dreamed!"

Wang Lingjiao said: "I ... I don't know why, I have always dreamed of him recently."

Wen Ying had been upset by reading the letter. She didn't have time to bother her, and didn't even think about comforting her like before, saying impatiently: "Then you don't sleep!"

She got out of bed and rushed to Wen Ye's table, and said, "Wen Young Master, I ... I get more and more scared. I think ... Did we make a big mistake in the first place? ... he was Thrown into the mass grave post, will he not die? Will he ... "

The blue veins at Wen Ao ’s temples are beating more than once, saying, “How is that possible? How many monks have our family sent to clear the funeral burial post? Has one ever been back? He was thrown in there, I ’m afraid the corpses now It's stinky. "

Wang Lingjiao said: "It is terrible to die! If he really turns into a ghost like he said, come back to us ..."

She said, they both remembered that day, the face when Wei Ying fell, the expression, and shivered.

Wen Yi immediately retorted: "It is impossible to die! Those who die in mass graves will have their souls imprisoned there. Don't scare yourself. Didn't you see that I was annoying!"

He shuffled the newspaper in his hand, smashed it out, and hated, "What is the sign of the sun, **** shoots the sun, and wants to shoot the sun down? Dreaming!"

Wang Lingjiao stood up, carefully poured a cup of tea for him, and thought about the flattering words in his heart, and then he said, "Wen Young Master, they can also be crazy for a few days, Wen Zong must be Immediately ... "

Wen yelled: "You shut up! You know what a fart! Get out and don't bother me!"

Wang Lingjiao was aggrieved and a bit resentful. He put down the tea cup, straightened his hair and gauze, and went out with a flattering smile.

As soon as she went out, the smile on her face collapsed and opened a paper ball in her hand. When she came out just now, she quietly picked up the letter Wen Wen threw out, and wanted to see what the news was, which made him so angry. She didn't know much, and looked back and forth for a long time, and finally guessed that this letter said: Wen Jia's eldest son, Wen Yue's Brother Wen Xu, was beheaded by one of the leading chaotic homeowners and was still in the fight. Before the demonstration!

Wang Lingjiao stayed.

Gusu Lan's was burned, Yunmeng Jiang's was destroyed, and countless other families, large and small, were suppressed by various kinds. The voice of resistance was not absent, but the voice of resistance was always quickly received by Qishan Wen's. Repression. Therefore, three months ago, when the four families of Jin, Nie, Lan, and Jiang formed an alliance and took the lead in chaos, they did not care about what they called "the sign of shooting the sun."

Mr. Wen then spoke. Among these four families, Lanling Jin's is a grassroots. Now he sees the indignation of the families, and he follows along, but if he fails, he will soon understand that he is asking for trouble, saying Maybe I will come back soon and hug the crying father of Wen ’s thigh, and the mother of Qinghe Nie ’s family has no courage, but it ’s easy to fold, ca n’t last long, no one else ’s hands, and sooner or later will die in his own hands; After a complete defeat, Lan Xichen transferred the library to return to succeed the owner. He was just a junior who couldn't afford any major events. The most ridiculous Yunmeng Jiang family, the massacre of the massacre, there was only one younger than Lan Xichen. Jiang Cheng, a stinky kid who doesn't dry yet, has no one under his command, and dares to call himself the owner.

In eight words: no climate, no control!

Everyone on Wen ’s side regards this shooting as a joke. Who knows, after three months, the situation did not follow the path they envisioned at all!

Hejian, Yunmeng and many other places have been missed and taken away. Today, even Wen's eldest son has been beheaded. Qishan Wen's-Couldn't it really be exhausted?

Wang Lingjiao was restless in the corridor for a while, restlessly returned to his room, his eyelids kept beating. She rubbed her eyelids with one hand and pressed her chest with one hand, thinking about her retreat.

She's following Wen Yan, it's almost half a year since she was counted. For half a year, already is the limit of the time Wen Wen takes for a woman from love to boredom. She thought she was different and could stick to the last one, but recently Wen Geng's increasingly impatient performance already 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 is the property and treasure that she tried to search for when she followed Wen Yue for six months. Property can be spent, and treasures can be self-defense.

Although not reconciled, the day has finally come. She wants to check how much inventory she has, pull out a small key from her belt, and mumble as she opens the lock: "Bitch, you oil" □ Sooner or later, my mother does n’t need to wait for you, my mother I ’m happy, you have to die ... Ah! "

She fell to the ground all of a sudden.

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

Without her treasure, there is only a child with pale skin and curled up in a box!

Wang Lingjiao screamed in horror, and stretched her legs forward. This box is often locked, and she has only one key next to her. Why is there a child in it? She can't open it once a month. If a child is hidden inside, how can she not know? How can this little child live? !!

The small box was kicked by her, the mouth of the box fell over, and the bottom of the box was facing her. There was no movement for a long while.

Wang Lingjiao climbed from the ground with her legs shaking, she wanted to take a closer look, but she didn't dare, she said, "There are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

She ’s cultivation is so bad that she ca n’t deal with ghosts, but suddenly she thinks that here is the monitor, and the gate and the outside of each room are affixed to Fuyu. When she went out, she peeled the Fuyu outside her room and put it on her chest.

With Fu Ao standing against her chest, she seemed to eat a reassurance pill, stomped into the room, found a fork clothes bar, and used it to turn the box over. It was neatly coded with her babies, and there were no children at all.

Wang Lingjiao breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down holding the fork clothes bar, just about to start counting, and suddenly found that there were two white lights under the bed.

That's a pair of eyes.

A little white child is lying on the bottom of the bed, looking at her.

Wen Ye this is the third time to hear Wang Lingjiao's scream tonight, he is even more angry, and cursed: "Stupid bitch! If you are shocked, you can't make Lao Tzu less annoying?" /

If the intelligence situation is not optimistic these days, there is no time to find new beauties. I am afraid that the assassins sent by the miscellaneous family will be found. They are innocent and reliable, and they cannot find a warm bed. The woman rolled away. Wen Yan cried, "Come here! Tell her to shut up!"

No response. Wen Yi kicked a stool, and his anger was even higher: "Where has everyone died!"

Suddenly, the door opened!

Wen Yi said: "I asked you to shut up that bitch, not to let you in ..."

As soon as he turned around, the second half of his words got stuck in his throat. He saw a woman standing at the door of his house.

The woman's nose is crooked and her eyes are squinted. The facial features seem to have been broken up and then put together again. The two eyes are looking at different directions. The left eye is staring diagonally upward, the right eye is staring diagonally downward. Face is distorted!

Wen Ye took a lot of effort to recognize her by her exposed gauze. This is Wang Lingjiao!

Wang Lingjiao grunted in his throat, took a few steps towards him, and stretched out his hand: "... help ... help ... help me!"

Wen Ming yelled, took out his new sword, and split it in the past: "Go! Go away!"

Wang Lingjiao was slashed into his shoulder with a sword, his features were twisted even more, and he screamed, "Ah, ah, ah ... it hurts-it hurts !!!"

Wen Ye didn't even dare to pull back her sword, plucked a stool and smashed at her. The stool hit her and fell apart. Wang Lingjiao shook, knelt down, lay on the ground, seemed to be scratching her head, and said inexplicably: "... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ... forgive me, forgive me , Forgive me oh ... "

As she scratches her head, blood flows out of her seven tricks. The doorway was blocked by her, and Wen Zheng couldn't rush out, and had to open the window, shouting heartily: "Wen Zhuliu! Wen Zhuliu !!!"

Wang Lingjiao already on the ground picked up a leg of a stool, stuffed it into his mouth frantically, and smiled while plugging, saying, "OK, OK, I eat, I eat! Haha, I eat!"

That leg of the stool was jammed by her!

Wen Xun's soul is flying, and she is about to jump out of the window, and suddenly finds that in the courtyard, in the moonlight, there is a black figure standing.

At the same time.

Jiang Cheng stood in front of a wood, and noticed someone approaching, slightly bowed his head. The comer was dressed in white, wearing a wiper's forehead, and the streamer fluttered behind him. His face was as white as jade, handsome and elegant. Under the moonlight, the whole person seemed to be shrouded in a faint halo.

Jiang Cheng said coldly: "Blue Second Young Master."

Lan Wangji looked so calm, he bowed his head and said, "Jiang Zong."

After saying hello, the two had nothing to say, took their respective monks, and walked silently with the sword.

Two months ago, Lan's Shuangluan and Jiang Cheng made a surprise attack, reclaiming the children's confiscated fairy swords from Wen Rong's "Education Division" and returning the property to the original owner. The three poisons and the dust were returned to their respective hands.

Lan Wangji's light-colored eyes scanned another sword sweeping Jiang Cheng's waist and turned his gaze again.

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

Jiang Cheng glanced at him, and it seemed strange why he suddenly asked Wei Ying and replied, "No."

He looked casually around his waist, and said, "He will come to me when he returns, and I will return the sword to him when it appears."

Not long after, the two rushed to Wen Yu's hiding place with a group of monks, preparing for a night attack. Before entering the door, Lan Wangji stared, Jiang Cheng frowned.

Your anger is full of anger.

However, the runes on both sides of the gate are intact. Jiang Cheng made a gesture, and the monks he led spread out and fell under the wall. He shot three poisons, Sword Qi struck out and smashed the door. Before entering the door, Lan Wangji's gaze swept across the runes on both sides of the gate.

The scene inside the monitor is horrible.

The ground is covered with corpses. And not only the courtyard, but even flowers, corridors, wooden fences, and even the roof are full of dead bodies.

These corpses are all dressed in the flaming robes of the sun, and are Wen's students. Jiang Cheng turned over a corpse with three poisons, and saw five or six bloodstains on this pale face, saying, "Qiaoqiao bleeds."

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

Jiang Cheng walked over and found that the corpse had his eyes rolled up, beyond recognition, and yellow bile water flowing from his mouth, which was scared to death. At this time, one of his protagonists said: "Sovereign, you have seen it, all of them are dead, and each body's death method is different."

Hanged, burned, drowned, cut throat, died with sharp weapon ... Jiang Cheng heard it, and said arbitrarily, "It seems that tonight's task, there is something else to help us complete."

Lan Wangji silently entered the house first.

Wen Ye's room has a wide open door, and there is only one female body left in the room. This female corpse's light-weight shirt, half-stool legs jammed in her mouth, was actually strangled to death by forcibly trying to swallow the legs of the table.

Jiang Cheng turned this female corpse's twisted face, stared for a while, sneered, grabbed the leg of the stool, and shoved her mouth into it, slamming the remaining half of it out.

He stood up with red eyes and was trying to speak, but saw Lan Wangji standing in front of the door, thinking with an eyebrow. He walked over and looked at Lan Wangji's gaze, and saw a piece of Chinese character with a yellow background on the door.

At first glance, there is nothing wrong with this amulet, but if you take a closer look, you will find that it is a bit subtle and uncomfortable.

Lan Wangji said, "Too much."

The paintings of Fu Zhai in the house are already well known in their hearts. However, there is a few extra strokes in the vermilion of Fu Xun's dragon and phoenix dance. These are the ears, which changed the pattern of the entire spell. It now looks like the spell posted on the door is like a human face, smiling fiercely!

No body of Wen Yan and Wen Zhuliu was found in the inspection hall. Jiang Cheng speculated that they must have fled in the direction of Qishan, and immediately withdrew from the abandoned inspection hall. Lan Wangji first returned to Gusu before catching Jiang Cheng the next day.

Lan Wangji took out the last spell and said, "This charm has been reversed."

Jiang Chengdao: "Reversal? What is reversal?"

Lan Wangji said: "An ordinary charm, exorcism. This charm, evil."

Jiang Cheng stunned slightly: "Fu Xun-can you still recruit evil? Unheard of."

Lan Wangji said: "It is indeed unheard of, but after testing, it does have the power to summon the evil spirit."

Jiang Cheng took the rune carefully and said, "Just add a few strokes, and reverse the function of the whole rune? Is this artificial?"

Lan Wangji said: "A total of four additions are drawn by human blood. The entire town house rune, which is being monitored, has been altered. The strokes are the same person."

Jiang Cheng said: "Who is this person likely to be? Among the celebrities, I have never heard of anyone who can do such a thing." Then he said, "But no matter who he is, the purpose is the same as ours- —Slay the warm dog! "

The two went north with the information. Every time they passed, they could hear the tragic death of the locals. These corpses are all monks of the Wen family wearing the flaming robe of the sun and the sun, all of which are of high grade, cultivation. However, all the deaths were stern, there were many ways to die, and all of them were exposed to the crowds. Jiang Chengdao: "Do you think these people killed that person?"

Lan Wangji said: "Evil Qi is very heavy. It should be done by one person."

Jiang Chengheng said: "Evil? Can there be more evil than Wengou in this world!"

Late into the night on the fourth day, the two finally caught Wen Zhuliu near a post in a remote mountain city.

That station has two floors, and the stable is next to the stable. When Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng arrived, they just saw a tall figure rushing into the building and locked the door. The two jealous of the cultivation, so it is inconvenient to fight grass and snake, not to enter through the door, but to turn over the roof.

Jiang Chengqiang endured the monstrous hatred in his chest, grinding his teeth, staring at the tile slits and looking inward.

Wen Zhuanliu is a dusty servant, holding a figure in her arms, and dragged her feet up to the second floor, put the person to the table, and then ran to the window and pulled down all the curtains, which were impenetrable. Then I returned to the table and lit the oil lamp.

The dim light illuminated his face, still pale and cold, but there were two thick blacks under his eyes. The other person at the table, wrapped in a rigorous body, covered his face in the cloak, like a fragile cocoon, shivering, gasping in his cloak, suddenly saying, "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 cloud of doubt.

This person must be Wen Ye, but how does Wen Ye's voice look like this, sharp and thin, not like Wen Ye?

Wen Zhuliu looked down at his sleeve and said, "Can't he find it without lighting?"

Wen Ying whispered: "We, we have run so far, we have run so long, he, he should, can't catch it!"

Wen Zhuliu said indifferently: "Maybe."

Wen Yue said angrily: "What is it maybe! You haven't run away before you escape!"

Wen Zhuliu: "You need to take medicine. Otherwise you will be dead."

Speaking, he suddenly lifted Wen Rong's cloak.

This lifted the two people on the roof slightly.

Under the cloak, it is not Wen Ran's arrogant, handsome, greasy face, but a bald head covered with bandages!

Wen strips the bandages layer by layer, and the skin of this bald man is also exposed. The face was covered with uneven burns and scars, making him as if he was cooked, ugly and ugly, and he could not see the shadow of the former man at all!

Wen Chuliu took out the medicine bottle, gave him a few pills, took out the ointment, and smeared the burn on his head and face. Wen Yan sobbed sorely, however, Wen Zhuan said: "Don't shed tears, otherwise tears will ulcerate the wound and make it worse!"

Wen Yi had to put up with tears, and couldn't even cry. Beside the swaying firelight, a bald man with a burned face cracked his teeth and made a strange strange noise in his mouth. The firelight would go out and dim yellow. This sight is truly unparalleled terror.

At this moment, Wen Zheng screamed, "Dizi! Dizi! Isn't it ?! I heard him playing the dizi again!"

Wen Zhuliu: "No! It's the sound of wind."

However, Wen Yan already fell to the ground in fright and howled again, Wen Zhuliu hugged him again. It seems that there is something wrong with Wen Yi's legs and he can't walk by himself.

Wen Zhuliu finished his medicine, took a few buns from his arms, and handed them to him, saying: "Eat. Continue after you finish eating."

Wen Ying held up and took a bite. Seeing this, Jiang Cheng remembered the day when he and Wei Wuxian fled, and they could not even eat a bite of dry food. In this situation, the truth was really bad. He was full of joy, his mouth raised, and he laughed silently.

Suddenly, Wen Ye seemed to have bitten something, showing an extremely terrible expression, tossing the bun out, screaming: "I don't eat meat! I don't eat! I don't eat! No meat!"

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

Wen Yi said: "I want to find my father, when can I go back to my father!"

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

He speaks very honestly, never exaggerating, and never fakes, but this honesty makes Wen Ye extremely painful, and said dumbly, "Two days? Two days ?! Look at me like me now, no more. What will I look like in two days? !!! Useless things! "

Wen Zhuliu suddenly stood up, and Wen Ye was frightened, thinking that he wanted to run away by himself, and suddenly knew that he was afraid. All the guards died tragically in front of him. Only this gentleman was his last support, and he changed his word quickly: "No, no, gentleman, Wen Brother! Don't go, you can't leave me, as long as You took me back to my dad, and I asked him to promote you into the finest guest Qing! No, no, you saved me, you are me Brother, I let him recognize you into this sect! In the future you are me Brother! "

Wen Zhuliu stared in the direction of the stairs, saying: "No need."

Not only did he hear it, Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng both heard it. There were footsteps from the staircase of the station.

Someone is stepping on the steps step by step and coming upstairs.

Wen Ye's burned face instantly faded from his excess blood. He shivered and stretched his hands out of the cloak, covering his face, as if afraid of overdoing it, trying to cover himself by covering his eyes. And the palms of these hands turned out to be bare, without a single finger!

咚, 咚, 咚.

The man slowly walked upstairs, in a black suit, with a slender figure and a flute around his waist.

Both Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng on the roof put their hands on the hilt of the sword.

However, when the man walked up the stairs leisurely, turned back with a smile, and saw the blue forgetting face of Zhang Mingjun's face, his eyes widened unbelievably.