The Founder of Diabolism: 46 | The Tenth Cunning
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As if a bucket of cold water was splashed head-on, the arc of Wei Wuxian's mouth solidified.
This tall figure is standing under the dead tree, facing this direction. If he had a skull on his neck, he should be staring at Wei Wuxian quietly at this moment.
Across the campfire, the juniors of the Lan family also saw this shadow. All the hairs were upright, and their eyes were wide to pull out the sword. Wei Wuxian put his index finger in front of his lips and gently "shushed" .
He gestured to everyone "impossible" with his eyes, and shook his head. Seeing this, Lan Sizhui quietly pulled Lan Jingyi out of the scabbard half of the sword and pressed it back.
The headless man stretched out his hand, leaning on a tree trunk aside, stroking for a while, seeming to be thinking about something, and seeming to be confirming what it was.
He took a small step forward, and Wei Wuxian saw most of his body clearly.
The clothes on this headless man are a shroud, slightly torn. Correct The one they wore on the torso dug out of the Chang's graveyard.
The headless man's feet are littered with debris. It was barely recognizable that these were several broken and sealed Qiankun bags.
Wei Wuxian said, "Neglect, let the good brothers fight together!"
Together, after he and Lan Wangji entered Yicheng, they were shocked and changed constantly, and there was no ensemble "Rest" for more than two days. In the days that followed, the two tried their best to remedy them and barely suppressed them. However, the extremities of the corpses had been collected, and their attraction to each other was greatly enhanced. It may be that they felt each other's grievances and wanted to go together too much. While Lan Wangji went out for a night patrol, they couldn't wait to roll to the side, broke through the wicked Qiankun bag that bound them, and automatically assembled into a body .
Unfortunately, the body is still missing a part. Moreover, it is the most important part.
The headless man put his hand on his neck, and touched the neatly cut scarlet cut on his throat. After touching it for a while, he couldn't touch what he should have. As if angered by this fact, he suddenly slammed it out and patted it on the tree beside him!
The trunk cracked. Wei Wuxian said, "I'm very angry."
Lan Jingyi crossed her sword in front of her, and trembled, "What a monster this is!"
Wei Wuxian said: "When you listen to it, you can't do basic homework well. What is a monster? What is a monster? This is obviously a corpse, a ghost, how can it be a monster?"
Lan Sizhuo whispered: "Senior, you ... so loud, aren't you afraid he will find you?"
Wei Wuxian said: "It's okay. I just realized suddenly that in fact, it doesn't matter how loud we speak, because he has no head, no eyes and no ears, which means he can't see or hear. Don't believe, you shout too Shout. "
Lan Jingyi said, "Is it? I will try."
After speaking, he really shouted twice immediately. Just after shouting, the headless man turned suddenly and walked towards the blue juniors.
The spirits of the young boys are scattered, Lan Jingyi screams: "Aren't you saying it's okay?!"
Wei Wuxian put his hands to his mouth and yelled, "It's okay, you see! I speak so loudly, he didn't come over? But your voice is not a big problem, but There is fire! Hot! There are many living people, and they are all men! Yang is heavy! He can't see or hear, but he can walk towards the place where he feels lively. Before he can quickly extinguish the fire, all Spread! Spread! "
Lan Si chased a hand, a gust of wind extinguished the flames, and a group of teenagers burst out in the deserted garden.
Sure enough, as soon as the bonfire was extinguished and the people dispersed, the headless man lost his direction.
He stood still for a while, the crowd just breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly he moved again, and walked towards one of the teenagers without any errors!
Lan Jingyi screamed again: "Aren't you saying that the fire is over and it's okay to spread?!"
Wei Wuxian couldn't wait to answer him, and said to the young man, "Don't mess around!"
He picked up a stone by his foot, rolled his wrist, and threw it at the headless man. The stone hit his vest, and the headless man immediately stopped, turned his body, and weighed the two phases. He seemed to be more suspicious and moved towards Wei Wuxian instead.
Wei Wuxian moved two steps very slowly, just passing by with the headless people who came over, saying, "Let you spread, not let you run wild. Don't run too fast, this The headless ghost cultivation is very high. If you move too fast, you will be aware of the breeze around you. "
Lan Si chased: "He seems to be looking for something ... is he looking for ... head?"
Wei Wuxian said: "Yes, he's looking for his head. There are so many heads here, I don't know which one is his, and he will scoop his head off everyone's neck and put it on his own neck. To see if it ’s suitable. Then use it for a while, then throw it out. So you have to walk slowly, hide slowly, and do n’t get caught by him. "
Imagine that your head was stabbed down by this headless corpse and was bloodily attached to his neck. The teenagers experienced a chill, and raised their hands to protect their necks, and began to walk slowly in the garden. "Flee". A group of people seemed to be playing a dangerous hide-and-seek game with this headless ghost, and the person caught by the ghost had to surrender their heads. Once the headless man captured the trace of a teenager, Wei Wuxian threw a stone, diverted his attention, and led him to his side.
Wei Wuxian held his hand, slowly moved, observed the movement of this headless corpse as he walked, and said, "This nice brother's posture is a bit strange? He has been holding his fist in the air and waving his arm. This action ... ... "
He was thinking, Lan Jingyi couldn't bear it, and said, "Did we just keep going like this? When is this going to happen!"
Wei Wuxian thought about it and said, "Of course not."
After speaking, he shouted, "Han Guangjun! Han Guangjun! Are you back, Han Guangjun! Help!"
Seeing this, the others shouted after him. Anyway, this corpse has no head, no sound can be heard, one shouts louder than the other, and one shouts louder than the other. Suddenly, in the night, a sobbing flute suddenly sounded, followed by a clear string singing.
When they heard this Xiao Yiqin, the juniors were all crying with joy: "Woohoo! Hanguangjun! Zewujun!"
The two slender figures flashed in front of the ruined garden gate of the flower garden. The average body was beautiful, the color of the snow and ice, one flute, one negative piano, side by side. The two looked at the headless figure for a moment.
Lan Xichen's expression was especially obvious, and it was almost shocked. The cracking ice no longer made a sound, but the dust shelter had emerged. The headless man perceives that a very powerful, cold-swording sword awn comes, raises his arm, and waves again. Wei Wuxian said, "It's that action again!"
The headless man was also very agile and vigorous. He leapt forward and wiped his body away from the dust-sweeping edge. He grabbed it with his backhand and even caught the dust-proof sword handle!
He held the dust-proof sword in his hand and raised it high. He seemed to want to see the thing in his hand, but he had no eyes. Seeing that this headless man blocked Han Guangjun's dust with his bare hands, a group of juniors brushed white, but Lan Wangji did not change his face, turned out the guqin, bowed his head on a string, and picked a string. As if turning into an invisible sharp arrow, Whistling turned and shot at the corpse. The headless man chopped his sword and broke the string. Lan Wangji swooped down, the seven strings trembled in unison, and sang the exhilarating sound. At the same time, Wei Wuxian took out the bamboo flute and the sharp and unusual flute sound reconciled, as if the sword forest sword rain fell in the sky!
The headless corpse is back with a sword. At this time, Lan Xichen has returned to God, sent the cracked ice to his lips, and frowned. I wonder if it was an illusion. After the quiet and quiet flute sound came out, the action of the headless corpse stagnated instantly, and he stood and listened for a while, turning and seemed to want to look at the musicians. However, he has no head or eyes, can't see anything at all, plus the flute is still aggressively attacking, and the three sounds come out together. He finally loses his strength, his body shakes, and falls.
Accurately, it's not a fall, but a fallout. The hands are the hands, the legs are the legs, and the body is the body. They are fragmented and scattered on the ground filled with residual leaves.
Lan Wangji turned his hand to close the piano, called the sword back to the sheath, walked to these broken limbs with Wei Wuxian, looked down, and took out five brand new sealed bags. A group of juniors came around in shock, saluting Ze Wujun first, before they started to talk and chatter, Lan Wangji said: "Rest."
Lan Jingyi said: "Ah? But Han Guangjun, not yet in the hour?"
Lan Sizhuan pulled him, respectfully and honestly said, "Yes." I stopped asking more, took the rest of the juniors, looked for another place on the flowerbed, and set off to rest on fire.
There are only three people left next to the corpse. Wei Wuxian nodded to Lan Xichen, squatted to the ground, and was preparing to reseal the corpse into the bag. He held the left hand into the Qiankun bag and stuffed it in half. Lan Xi The minister said, "Please wait a moment."
Only Wei Wuxian saw that his expression was different. Sure enough, Lan Xichen's face was pale, and he repeated: "Please ... wait a minute, let me see this corpse."
Wei Wuxian took the action, and said, "But does Zewu Jun know the identity of this person?"
Lan Xichen has not responded yet, but he seems uncertain, but Lan Wangji nodded slowly.
Wei Wuxian said, "Well, I know who it is."
He lowered his voice and said, "Chi Fengzun, right?"
When "hide and seek" just now, this headless corpse has been repeating an action: **** fists, waving arms, chopping up and down. It looks a lot like wielding a certain weapon.
When he mentioned weapons, Wei Wuxian thought of swords. But he himself was a swordsman, and he had fought with many famous men with swords before, but he had never seen a master use swords like this. The sword is "the prince of a hundred soldiers". Those who use the sword always pay attention to a certain dignity or a bit elegant. Even the assassin's sword is fierce and vicious, and it must be a bit smart. In swordsmanship, there are more actions such as "stab" and "pick", and fewer actions such as "chop" and "cut". And watching that headless man's action of making the sword was too heavy, the spirit of killing and violent force was too heavy, and the cross-cutting was vertical, unrefined, and imposing.
However, if he is not holding a sword, but a knife, and a heavy, Murderous Qi huge knife-then it makes sense.
Blades and swords are very different in temperament and skill. This headless weapon used before life should be a knife. Swordsmanship is fierce, only for prestige, not for elegance. When he was looking for his skull, he was also looking for his weapon. Therefore, he kept repeating the action of swinging the sword, and also grabbed the backhand to avoid dust, using the sword as his sword.
Before this body had no special signs such as birthmarks, it was cut to pieces, making it impossible to identify. Not to mention that Nie Huai Sang couldn't recognize it in Jidaotang, even Wei Wuxian couldn't guarantee that if he cut his own leg and littered it, he would recognize who it was. It wasn't until Fang's extremities and body were temporarily glued by resentment that they assembled a working corpse, and Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji recognized his body.
Wei Wuxian said: "Ze Wujun, Han Guangjun told you all our stories. Mojiazhuang, gravediggers, Yicheng."
Lan Xichen bowed his head. Wei Wuxian said: "The Han Guangjun should also tell you that the matte man who shot and robbed the body in Chang's cemetery knows Gu Su Lan's swordsmanship well. There are only two possibilities: one, he is the blue family. He has been practicing Su Lan's swordsmanship since he was a child. Second, he is not the Lan family, but he is very familiar with your family's swordsmanship, and either he often opens up and discusses with the Lan family, or is very clever. Remember all moves and sword paths. "
Lan Xichen didn't say a word, Wei Wuxian said, "He snatched the corpse because he didn't want others to notice that Chi Fengzun was dismembered. Once Chi Fengzun's body was put together, the situation would be against him. This is a person who knows the secrets of Qinghe Nie's Jidaotang, a person who may be very close to Gusu Lan's, and a person who has a lot of… origins from Chifeng. "
Who is this person most likely to be? No need to say anything, everyone knows.
Lan Xichen looked dignified, but he said immediately: "He won't do it."
Wei Wuxian said: "Ze Wujun?"
Lan Xichen said: "You are investigating the corpse division and encountering the gravedigger. It is all about this month. During this month, he has been talking with me on a candlelight night, and the next few days are still planning the next month. The 100 families in the Jinling family in Lanling, please talk about the grand event. There is no skill for him, and the gravedigger cannot be him. "
Wei Wuxian said, "What if using teleporters?"
Lan Xichen shook his head. Although his tone was mild, he was firmly stubborn: "Using the teleportation symbol is extremely difficult to practice, and he has never shown any signs of healing. And using this technique requires a lot of spiritual power. But not long ago, we went on a night hunt together, and he performed very well. I can confirm that he has never used the teleporter. "
Lan Wangji said, "He doesn't have to go by himself."
Lan Xichen still slowly shook his head. Wei Wuxian said: "Lord Zong, you know in your heart who is the most suspect, but you refuse to admit it."
The flames of the bonfire made the faces of the three bright and dark, unpredictable. There was silence among the ruined and ruined flower gardens.
For a while, Lan Xichen said: "I understand that for some reason the world has misunderstood him a lot. But ... I only believe what I have seen for so many years. I believe he is not such a person."
Lan Xichen's defense of this person is not difficult to understand. To be honest, even Wei Wuxian himself has a good impression of their suspects. Perhaps because of his origins, he treats people very humblely and is a kind of person who will not offend anyone and who can feel comfortable ironing with him. Besides, Ze Wujun has been with him for several years?
In the days before Nie Mingzhang's life, when Correct Qinghe Nie's under his control was like the sun and the sky, the momentum was close to Lanling Jin's. Who is the best for Nie Mingzhang's death?
Because of the horde of people, he went crazy and died—a pity that seemed impeccable and helpless. Is it really that simple?