The Founder of Diabolism: 19 | Yangyang fifth

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Wei Wuxian lay all night, thinking about what happened to Lan Wang's body in the middle of the night, and fell asleep in the middle of the night. In the early morning of the next day, when he opened his eyes, Lan Wangji had disappeared. He was lying on the couch with his hands on his side, and he was put in a safe and secure position.

Wi Wuxian lifted the quilt covering his body, and buried his right fingers with five fingers in his hair. The absurd and creepy inexplicable feeling in his heart still lingered.

At this time, the wooden door of the quiet room was knocked twice, and Lan Sizhui's voice rang out: "Mo Young Master? Are you awake?"

Wei Wuxian: "What did you ask me to do this early?!"

Lan Sizhai: "Early, early? ... but already is old."

Lan's family is always in a hurry, it is very regular, and Wei Wuxian is in a hug, it is very regular, it is two hours later than his family. He lay on his stomach in the middle of the night, with a sore back, and said plainly, "I can't get up."

Lan Si chased: "Uh, what's wrong with you?"

Wei Wuxian said, "What happened to me. I am asleep by your family, Han Guangjun!"

Lan Jingyi's voice also raged loudly: "You can't stop talking nonsense, we can't spare you. Come out!"

Wei Wuxian said innocently: "Really! He slept with me all night! I don't go out, I have no face to see people!"

Several juniors looked at each other outside the door. People beside Han Guangjun's residence could not walk in at will, they couldn't laugh or cry, and couldn't go in directly and drag people out. Lan Jingyi said angrily: "I'm so ashamed! Han Guangjun isn't a broken sleeve. He sleeps with you ?! If you don't go to sleep, he will be grateful to the sky. Get up! Take your donkey and cure it , The noise is dead! "

When it comes to his mount, Wei Wuxian climbed up and said, "What's wrong with my little apple ?! Don't touch it, it will be bitch."

Lan Jingyi said, "What is a little apple?"

Wei Wuxian said, "My donkey!" He went out of the quiet room, blasted several young people to take him to mounts, and was led to a piece of green grass. The flower donkey was really screaming, Noisy. The reason for yelling is because it wants to eat grass, but there are dozens of **** of white pompoms gathered on that grass, making it unable to get down.

Wei Wuxian said joyfully, "A lot of rabbits! Come and come, fork and fork, roast!"

Lan Jingyi's Qiqiao smoke: "Yunshen doesn't know where to kill! Hurry up and shut it up. I've asked it a few times before! I will be scolded again!"

Wei Wuxian ate the apple from his breakfast. Sure enough, the flower donkey couldn't help screaming when he grabbed the apple, and chewed his mouth. Wei Wuxian touched the back of his neck, struck the idea of ​​passing jade orders on these juniors, and pointed at the white rabbits rolling round, saying: "Really can't be grilled? Is it going to be grilled? Hurry down the hill? "

Lan Jingyi was close to his enemies, and he quickly opened his hands and blocked him in front of him, and said, "This is raised by Han Guangjun. We only take care of it occasionally, you dare to bake!"

Wi Wuxian listened, almost smiled and fell to the ground, thinking: "Lan Zhan is really like this! He didn't want him before, but now he secretly raises a large group. He also said no, who to coax? Rao life, In fact, he secretly likes such little white and hairy things! Han Guangjun hugs a rabbit with a face, oh my mother, I can't do it anymore ...

But remembering the scene when he was lying on Lan Wang's body last night, he couldn't laugh again suddenly.

At this moment, from the west of Yunshen's unknown place, there was a sound of bells.

This bell is very different from the bell of the hour, hurried and fierce, as if a madman who hurt the madness is beating. Lan Jingyi and Lan Sichao's faces changed greatly, and they could not wait to intervene with him, and fled and ran away. Wei Wuxian knew something different and quickly kept up.

The bells came from a corner tower.

This corner building is called the "Underworld", and the surrounding walls are made of special materials with mantras. When the bell on the upper floor spontaneously produced a masterpiece, it was an indication that something had happened: someone who had performed the spiritual ritual in it had an accident.

Beyond the corner tower, more and more students and students from the Lan family are coming around, but no one dared to enter. The door to the underworld was a dark wooden door, locked firmly, and opened only from the inside. Violent destruction from outside is not only difficult but also contraindicated. There was an accident in the soul-calling ceremony. This is a terrible thing, because no one knows what will be called, and what will happen if you venture into it. Since the establishment of the underworld, there have been almost no failures of spiritualism, which is even more disturbing.

Wei Wuxian saw that Lan Wangji didn't appear, and he had a bad feeling. If Lan Wangji is still unknown in Yunshen, he should come over immediately when he hears the alarm bell response, unless ... Suddenly, the black door was slammed open, and a white-clad doorman stumbled.

His feet are unstable and he rolls off the steps as soon as he rushes out. The door of the underworld closed automatically immediately, as if someone had fallen off in anger.

People quickly lifted up the protagonist. Immediately after being lifted, he fell down again, tears uncontrollably, grasping humanely: "It shouldn't be ... it shouldn't be ..."

Wei Wuxian grabbed his hand and Shen said: "What soul are you recruiting? Who else is inside? Han Guangjun?!"

This student seems to be very difficult to breathe, opening his mouth and saying: "Han Guangjun, let me escape ..."

Without words, Yin Hong's blood poured from his nose and mouth. Wei Wuxian pushed people into Lan Si's arms. The bamboo flute made by the grass was still inserted in his waist. He took two steps to step up several steps, stomped the door of the underworld, and shouted, "Open! "

The gate of the underworld opened his mouth and laughed wildly. Wei Wuxian flashed into the room immediately. The door closed behind him. Several students were shocked and rushed forward, but the door could not be opened anyway. A Keqing fluttered on the door, stunned and angry, blurted out: "What kind of person was this just now?"

Lan Si chased the student and gritted his teeth, "... first help me. He bleeds from seven tricks!"

As soon as he entered the underworld, Wei Wuxian felt a suppressed black gas coming from his face.

This black gas is like a mixture of resentment, anger and anger, almost visible to the naked eye, surrounded by it, and the human chest is oppressed dull and painful. The director of the underworld room was more than three feet wide, and the four corners were stunned. On the formation in the center of the ground, the object of this soul-calling is erected.

Nothing else, just one arm. Correct The one brought back from Mojiazhuang!

It stood upright like a stick, with its cross section facing the ground, four fingers into fists, the index finger pointing to the sky, and it seemed to be pointing angrily at someone. It is the endless black gas that fills the entire underworld.

People who participated in the soul-calling ceremony fled and fell, but only Lan Wangji, who was in the position of the chairman of the East, was sitting in a critical position.

There is a guqin on his side, his hands are not on the strings, but the strings are trembling and trembling. He seemed to be contemplating, or listening to something, and noticed that someone had broken in. Then he looked up.

Lan Wangji's face has always been calm, Wei Wuxian couldn't see what he was thinking. Lan Qiren, who was originally on the side of the party, was already crooked aside at the moment, like the student who escaped from the underworld, Qiqiao bleed and lost his mind. Wei Wuxian took his place, turned and stepped on the position of the west head, pulled the bamboo flute from his waist, lifted it to his lips, and was far away from Lan Wangji.

In the night of Mojiazhuang, Wei Wuxian first disturbed with a whistle, and Lan Wangji struck far away with a piano sound. The two accidentally joined hands to suppress the arm. Lan Wangji met his gaze, and of course, he lifted his right hand, and a string of string sounds poured out. Wei Wuxian immediately reconciled with the flute sound.

The song they played is called "Soul Hunt." Use the dead body, a part of the dead body, or the beloved thing in life as the medium to make the dead soul follow the sound. Usually it takes only a while to see the shape of the undead in the formation. However, the duo was about to end, and no soul was called.

The arm was angry, the whole body was blue, and the sense of depression in the air was even heavier. If it is someone else who is guarding the West at this time, he cannot escape the **** ending of Lan Qiren, which has long been unable to support him. Wei Wuxian was secretly shocked: He and Lan Wangji could not summon the souls together with the "Soul Hunt", which is almost impossible. Unless ... unless the soul of the deceased was cut off with its corpse!

This man seems a little bit worse than him. At first, although his body was bitten and broken, his soul is complete.

"Soul Hunt" failed. Lan Wangji tuned between his fingers and played another song.

This tune is completely different from the quizzical and inquisitive tune, just quiet and safe, with the title "Rest". These two tunes are all widely-known Xuanmen famous songs. It is not unusual for anyone to play and play. Wei Wuxian naturally followed.

Yiling's ancestor's ghost flute is called "Chen Qing" and has a great reputation. He responded with a bamboo flute at this time, deliberately making a lot of mistakes and omissions, and lacking Aura, which made him unbearable. Lan Wangji estimated that he had never played with such a bad person. After playing for a while, he finally couldn't continue casually, and looked up at him expressionlessly.

Wei Wuxian cheekily pretended to be invisible. He moved farther and farther, turned around, and was about to continue to blow. Suddenly there was a vision behind him. He looked back and was shocked. I saw Lan Qiren, who had lost consciousness, sat upright, with a face of Qiqiao bleeding and Qiqiao smoking, a beard throat, and a hand pointing at Wei Wuxian was shaking, hissing and exclaiming: "Don't blow! Get out! Get out! Not allowed — "

What is "not allowed"? Before he finishes, he spit out blood, fell back in place, and fell back into a dying coma.

Lan Wangji: "..."

Wei Wuxian was stunned.

He knows what's behind Lan Qiren's "No": Don't blow! No ensemble! Don't tarnish the sound of his lover's forgetfulness!

Then this piano and flute ensemble turned Lan Qiren alive and agitated alive, so it was difficult to hear ...

Even so, the hand hangs slowly under the joint suppression of the flute and the piano sound. Wei Wuxian thought without shame.

The last sound of the string ceases, and the beast is stunned. About the alarm bell on the corner floor stopped ringing, the children and students who had been outside the underworld all rushed in, and they were all called "Han Guangjun".

Lan Wangji pressed his hand on the string, stopped the humming of the strings, and got up to explore the pulse of Lan Qiren. With him taking the lead, the others also calmed down quickly. The older seniors flattened the blood of several people in the underworld and implemented treatment. They were applying needles and medicines, and another bellboy brought a bronze bell, intending to cover the arm inside. Although the scene was busy, it was orderly and whispered softly, and no one made a noise.

A few people worry: "Han Guangjun, the elixir and the acupuncture are ineffective, what should I do?"

Lan Wangji threw his three fingers on Lan Qiren's veins, and kept his eyebrows silent. Lan Qiren hosted a soul-hunting ceremony that did not have a thousand or eighty. Among them, there were many fierce ghosts, and even he was wounded by resentment. It can be seen that the ghost's resentment is so horrifying that it has never been seen before.

Wei Wuxian inserted the bamboo flute back to his waist, crouched beside the bronze bell, rubbing the inscription on it, thinking in his heart, and suddenly Lan Lan chased his face, saying: "Why? Already? "

Lan Sizong knew that he was a casual man, hesitated a little, and whispered: "A little bit guilty."

Wei Wuxian said: "What guilt?"

Lan Si chased: "This ghost hand is for us."

Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "How do you know?"

Lan Si chased: "Different grades of Zhaoyin flags have different painting methods and powers. At first, those Zhaoyin flags we painted in Mojiazhuang had a range of only five miles. But this ghost The hand, Murderous Qi is very heavy and feeds on human flesh and blood. If it was within the scope of action at the beginning, with its ferociousness, Mojiazhuang would have flowed into the river early. However, it only appeared suddenly after we arrived. That is to say, it must have been hostile by a malicious person, deliberately put into that place at that time. "

Wei Wuxian said: "The academic work is very solid and well analyzed."

Lan Sichai bowed his head and said, "So, those few lives in Mojiazhuang, we are afraid of being ... responsible too ... and now, Mr. Lan is too tired to coma ..."

A moment of silence, Wei Wuxian patted his shoulder, and said, "It is not you who are responsible, but the person who gave up the ghost. Some things in this world are not beyond your control."

There, Lan Wangji withdrew his hand, and everyone in the Lan family asked, "How about Han Guangjun?"

Lan Wangji said: "Follow the source."

Wei Wuxian said: "Yes. Tracing the source and tracing the source, find the whole body of this ghost's hand, find out his identity, naturally there is a way to save people."

Although already knows that he is definitely not a lunatic, he can't help but speak to him in a condemned tone, saying, "You can say it simply, you can't get out of your soul, you can't make it look like this. Find it? "

Lan Wangji said: "Northwest."

Lan Si chased the odd road: "Northwest? Han Guangjun, why is it northwest?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Isn't already pointed out to show you?"

Lan Jingyi wondered: "Show me? Who? Who pointed? Han Guangjun didn't point?"

Wei Wuxian said, "It's ah."

Then everyone realized that what he was referring to was the ghost hand!

The arm was pointing in a certain direction. Someone changed its position. It turned around stubbornly and returned to its original orientation. Everyone had never seen such a situation and was shocked. Lan Jingyi said: "It? It ... what does it mean?!"

Wei Wuxian said: "What else can it mean? Either it is some other part of his body, or it just made him become such a murderer."

Wen Yan, a few teenagers who just stood northwest hurried away. Lan Wangji glanced at him, slowly got up, and said to the students, "Place your uncle."

The others nodded and said, "Yes! Are you going down the mountain?"

Lan Wangji nodded his head slightly, and Wei Wuxian had sneaked behind him, and said loudly to himself, "Okay, finally, you can run away down the mountain!"

Everyone was in a terrible sight, and the older students were especially frightened, but a few of them were somewhat used to it. Only Lan Qiren, lying on the ground, seemed to be twitching unconsciously. Everyone thought, "This person can say a few more words, maybe Mr. Lan will be awake by him again ..."

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