The Founder of Diabolism: 27 | Yin Yun sixth 6

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Lan Wangji turned his head back now, but his eyes were still on the side. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian blinked, and his heart was inexplicably trying to make things worse, and he was about to make a joke, and there was a shattering sound at the table.

They both stood up and looked. I saw the tea cup and teapot shattered to the ground, and a sealed bag of evil spirits was lying in the white flowers and the flowing tea. The surface of the bag agitated endlessly, as if something was trapped inside, anxious to come out.

Although it seems to be only the size of a palm, this sealed bag of evil can be used for storage. It has embroidered complicated mantras on both the inside and outside, and has several seals. Lan Wangji originally sealed the arm in a bag and pressed it under the tea cup on the table. At this moment, when he saw it was restless, he thought of the ensemble "Rest". Without their brief appeasement of this song every night, even if the repressive force of this evil bag is strong, it can't hold the ghost hand alone.

Wei Wuxian reached out to touch the bamboo flute around his waist, but felt empty. Turning around, it turned out that the bamboo flute had been held in the hand by Lan Wangji, bowed his head slightly, and carved it on the bamboo flute for a while, before returning it. Wei Wuxian took a look back, and the rough details such as the bamboo flute and flute hole he repaired were much refined.

Lan Wangji said, "Have a good blow."

Recalling that in the underworld, they could not bear to hear the ensemble that took Lan Qiren alive from the coma and then vomited blood to continue the coma. Wei Wuxian almost laughed and fell to the ground. I have been for so long. "Now no longer deliberately doing evil, I took the bamboo flute seriously to my lips. Who knows, only two words were blown, the Qiankun bag suddenly increased several times in an instant and stood up!

Wei Wuxian's "噗" broke a note and said, "Why, I'm used to ugly tunes. I play well and don't like it?"

As if responding to him, Feng Qiankun bag flew towards Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji refers to the sharp turn of the lower rhythm, and the seven strings vibrate in unison, making a landslide-like anger. The wicked Qiankun bag was repelled by the anger of the piano, and fell back to its place. Wei Wuxian continued to play fluently, Lan Wangji's wrists softened, and then followed the tone of "Repose", turning to tranquility and tranquility, leisurely and peaceful.

After the song is finished, the sealed evil bag is finally retracted, leaving it still. Wei Wuxian inserted back into the flute and said, "These days it has never been so impatient today, it seems to be stimulated by something."

Lan Wangji nodded his head slightly, turned to him, and said, "And, it's your stuff."

Wei Wuxian immediately looked down at himself. There is only one thing extra on him today-the evil curse transferred from Jin Ling.

The evil curse on Jin Ling was left in the stone castle on Xinglu Ridge. The ghost hand reacted strongly to this evil curse. Does it mean that ...

Wei Wuxian said: "Meaning, there may be other parts of its body in the wall of the Nie Family Jidao Hall?"

In the early morning of the second day, the two set off together and returned to Xingling.

Nie Huaisang was arrested yesterday, and the old man was accounted for. He convened the family's confidant door all night to clean up the mess left by the intruders. When Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji came up, he just instructed people to fill up the wall that Wei Wuxian had dug out of Jin Ling, filled in a new corpse, and watched the white bricks tidy layer by layer. , Sweating again and again. Did you know that when you look back, your feet are soft, and you smile: "Han Guangjun ... and this ..."

Wei Wuxian waved his hand and smiled, "Nie Zongzhu, what about building a wall?"

Nie Huai sauna wiped his sweat with a towel, and soon wiped off a layer of skin on his forehead: "Yes, yes ..."

Wei Wuxian sympathized with the three-pointer and said shyly, "I'm sorry. I may trouble you to build it again later."

Nie Huaisang: "Yes, yes ... ah? Wait!"

The voice doesn't fall. Nie Huaisang watched the stone brick wall that he had just repaired and cracked again.

Destruction is always easier than construction. Wei Wuxian dismantled bricks quickly, and I don't know how many times faster than them. Nie Huaisang shook his folding fan, and his tears almost burst out of his grievances, but Han Guangjun stood beside him, without any expression, he dared not say anything. Lan Wangji succinctly explained the cause and effect to him, and immediately swore with his fingers: "No! Absolutely not! The corpses used in our family's Jidaotang are all intact, and there are absolutely no corpses without arms. Do not believe me to dismantle together The bricks are self-certified, but they must be filled back immediately after dismantling. This can't be delayed. This is my ancestor's grave ... "

Several Nie family students joined. Someone worked. Wei Wuxian quit and waited to see the results. Half an hour later, already was demolished with most of the stone bricks on the wall that Jin Ling had buried. Some of the students pulled up their masks, and some ate the secret red pills to prevent the corpse from being induced by breathing and popularity. In the black dirt, occasionally a pale hand or a cramped foot and black hair full of tangled dirt were revealed. All male corpses were roughly cleaned and laid flat on the ground.

Some of these corpses have been turned into bones, some are in the process of decay, and some are still very fresh and in various poses. However, all of them have complete limbs. The body of a man without a left arm was not found.

Nie Huaisang carefully said: "It is enough to just dismantle this wall? Is it necessary to dismantle again? No need to."

already is indeed sufficient. The evil curse on Jin Ling's body was extremely dark, and what was left behind at that time should be buried very close to him, and never beyond the scope of this wall. Wei Wuxian squatted beside a row of corpses. After thinking for a moment, Lan Wangji said, "Take the bag of evil?"

It's a good idea to take out the left hand in the sealed bag of evil spirits and let it recognize itself here. However, if it is too close to other parts of its body, there is no guarantee that it will not arouse its excitement and cause a more dangerous situation. This place is very special, with heavy anger, and the degree of danger is doubled, so they carefully choose day to come. Wei Wuxian shook his head and pondered: "Is this arm not a man's? No, I can see at a glance the hands of men and women ... Does its owner have three arms?"

He was just amused by this idea, and Lan Wangji said, "Legs."

After mentioning it, Wei Wuxian just remembered that he ignored it. The scope of the evil curse was only the legs, and he busily said, "Take off your pants! Take off your pants!"

Nie Huaisang is terrified: "Why do you say such shameful words in front of Han Guangjun!"

Wei Wuxian said: "What shame is there, everyone is a man. Help me, take off the corpse's pants. If there is no female corpse, only the male corpse is taken off!" The belt of his trousers sticks out of his claws. Poor Nie Huai Sang didn't expect that he only explained the old man yesterday. Today, he still had to take off the body pants in the ancestor's sacrifice hall, and it was a male corpse. Only when he felt that he would fall to the ground would he be one of Qinghe Nie's ancestors An old man's ear-scraper, fan into the next life to give birth is also incomplete, tears can't help crying. Fortunately, Wei Wuxian's action was intercepted by Lan Wangji. Nie Huai Sang just wanted to admire Han Guangjun, and he said, "I'm coming."

Wei Wuxian said: "Are you here? Do you really want to do this kind of thing?"

Lan Wangji ’s eyebrows seem to be beating, with patience, repeating, “You do n’t move. I ’ll come.”

Nie Huaisang is the most frightened today.

Of course, Lan Wangji will not actually pull the corpse's pants. He just scratches the corpse's clothes with a dust-proof Sword Qi, exposing the skin inside. Some clothes don't need to be scratched, they are already torn. After a while, he said, "I found it."

Everyone is busy looking at the ground. The corpse next to the white boots of Lan Wangji had a light coil on each of its thighs. The flesh-colored pins are densely packed. There is a subtle difference in skin tone above and below the coil. Obviously, the body's legs and his upper body are not the same person.

These two legs were actually sewn up!

Nie Huai Sang is dazzled. Wei Wuxian asked, "Who picked the corpses used by the Nie family to sacrifice swords?"

Nie Huai-sang yelled: "Generally, the housekeepers of all generations themselves chose and hoarded them before they died. I went to Brother early, he didn't save enough, and I also helped him pick some ... as long as the corpses with the five senses and limbs are neat I left it. I don't know the rest ... "

Who the corpse was buried in the muddy water and asked the fish must be unclear. From the person who provided the corpse to the insider of Qinghe Nie Family, there are countless suspects. I am afraid that only by finding all the limbs and putting together the body and soul, can we know what is going on.

It was so easy to separate these legs from the half of the male body. Wei Wuxian loaded them into a new sealed evil bag and said to Lan Wangji: "This man looks like he was divided by five horses. . Not only the dead body but also throw it everywhere, here and there, how much hatred it is. Let ’s pray that he is not cut too fragmented.

Although Nie Huai-sang said "goodbye" when he said goodbye this time, but his face was full of horror, I was afraid that he would not want to "goodbye" in this life. The two left Xinglu Ling and returned to the inn. When they reached a safe place, they took out three limbs for careful comparison. Sure enough, these legs are the same as the skin color of the left limb, and if they are placed close to each other, they will have a strong reaction with each other, and they will tremble, as if they want to be connected together. No way. They must belong to the same person.

Except for a tall man with long limbs, a strong physique, and a good cultivation man, the rest are still unknown and confusing. Fortunately, that ghost hand quickly pointed out the next step: southwest.

Following its guidance, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji came to Liyang all the way.

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