The Founder of Diabolism: 34 | The eighth plant 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 the fog, a group of juniors throw out their swords in a mess. They may not hurt the enemy, but they will accidentally hurt themselves. 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 Sizhuo made a gesture near his chest: "It's very short and 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. The eastern area of ​​Shudong was already foggy. At the beginning, they were not white fog in the city of significance. At present it seems that most of this is not a naturally formed fog, but it is really a demon fog.

Lan Jingyi exclaimed: "Isn't this fog 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."

Wei Wuxian heard the dog ’s name, and a layer of goosebumps just came up on his back, and then he heard Lan Jingyi said, "We haven't blame your dog yet! It bit his mouth first and was caught by the little apple. The sister-in-law kicked straight, who is to blame? Anyway, neither of them can move now. "

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

Jin Ling: "Can that donkey be compared to my spirit dog? Fairy, but my uncle sent me, if something goes wrong, 10,000 donkeys can't afford it!"

Wu Wuxian said in a humorous way, "You have less pressure to conquer, and my little apple is still a mount sent by Han Guangjun. How can you take the little apple down the hill and hunt at night? You hurt it. ?! "

The Lan family junior said in unison: "Fool!" They never believe that with the taste of Han Guangjun, they will pick the mount to give away. Even if Lan Wangji does not refute it, he firmly refuses to believe it. Lan Sizhui: "Um ... sorry for Young Master. Your little apple ... Donkey is rumbling daily in Yunshen, some seniors have complained for a long time, so we have to drive it down this night hunting, so we Just ... "

Jin Ling also didn't believe that the flower donkey was sent by Lan Wangji: "I don't like that donkey when I look at it. What little apple is it called, it's stupid!"

Lan Jingyi is still thinking, if it is really sent by Han Guangjun, it's not good, and quickly talked for it: "What's the little apple? It loves apples, it's called little apples, so simple. This It ’s eighteen streets better than you have a fat dog called Fairy! ”

Jin Ling: "Where is the fairy ?! Find a more robust dog than it ..."

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 a whistle, and they did a little.

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, I can't think of more at this moment. Seventy-eight crooked figures appeared in the white mist. With the concentration of white mist in the righteous city, you can see them, which means that their already is very close!

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." It actually happened, and more than once. There is indeed a corpse and a spirit that he cannot drive.

That's it-already is a corpse and evil spirit under the control of Yinhufu!

Lan Wangji lifted his ban, and Lan Sizhuan was able to speak again: "Han Guangjun, is the situation dangerous? Should we leave the city immediately?"

"However, the fog is so dense that the road can't get through and it can't fly out ..."

An Aristocratic Family child said, "It looks like 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 another said, "I really convinced you. Breath, The corpse is dead, how could there be breathing. "

The voice did not fall, and another stout figure came over. Dust avoiding the sheath again, the shadow's head and body were separated, and at the same time a strange sound of "splashy" was heard. Several nearby Aristocratic Family children screamed again and again. Wei Wuxian worried about their injuries and said busyly: "What's wrong? "

Lan Jingyi said: "Something was sprayed out of that corpse, like powder. It's bitter, sweet, and fishy!" It was unlucky, just now he just wanted to speak and got a lot in his mouth. Dust, hesitating for a few moments, hesitated several times. The spray from the corpse is no small matter. The powder is still raging in the air. If you rush into the lungs, it will be more difficult than eating it. 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 grave digger was taken away by the Changyang cemetery in Liyang last time, and let him return home, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have been watching carefully, speculating that he would not stop and wait for action. Robbery may occur at any time. 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.

With a bang, he crossed the direction backwards, pulled his 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 a cultivation tall." Then he shouted: "Han Guangjun, here is the grave digger!"

No need to remind, Lan Wangji only knows that sudden changes occur by listening, but she shouldn't, she should answer with a fierce Sword Qi running away 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 bright, the enemy is in the dark, the opponent cultivation is not low, and he is also familiar with Gu Su Lan's sword. Coupled with the blind hit in the fog, he can have no worries, but Lan Wangji has to be careful not to accidentally hurt himself, which is greatly disadvantageous. Wei Wuxian heard the sound of the blade several times, his heart tightened, and he blurted out: "Lan Zhan? Are you injured?!"

There was a soft humming sound in the distance. It seemed to hurt the important point, but this 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 from the dust and the sound of the sword strikes are getting farther and farther. Wei Wuxian knew that Lan Wangji didn't want to accidentally hurt them, and deliberately opened the battlefield to deal with this gravedigger. 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 was 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. He rolled up Lan Jingyi's eyelids and said, "Look out your tongue, 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. The cultivator rarely allows the corpse to get close to him to bite, and no one brings the elixir for treating corpse poison all day. 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?"

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

Although some of these 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 being in a demon mist filled with ghostly justice. City, now poisoned, feverish, uneasy in heart, instinctively looking for someone to rely on, Wei Wuxian always speaks with an inexplicable self-confidence that he doesn't worry about anything, and he is involuntarily led by his nose. Gone, responding in unison: "OK!"

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

"Understand!"

Wei Wuxian clapped and said, "Get up, carry the poisoned person without poisoning, it is best to carry it. If you lift it, 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 everything, and the one who can breathe is the living."

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: "What door is knocking on?"

Wei Wuxian thought for a while and said, "Is there anything else besides the house with a door?"

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, staring at their every move, every word and every action, 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 this way, it can't be worse than it is inside. Let's go without delay, we need to 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, knocked on the thirteenth shop, repeating the sentence repeated several times: "Is anyone there?"

Suddenly, the door panel moved. A thin black seam was opened.

The door is very dark, I can't see what's behind the door, and the person who opened the door didn't speak. A few teenagers who came close couldn't help but take a small step in retreats.

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, patted Lan Sichai's shoulders, and let him step back, saying: "Owner, we are here for the first time, the fog is too confusing, and I ’m tired for a long time. Can you let us take a break from 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, and his expression is as usual: "There is no other shop in the precious place. The owner really refuses to make it convenient? There is a remuneration."

Jin Ling couldn't help but said, "Where's your money repaid. Let me talk first, but I won't lend it to you."

Wei Wuxian shook a delicate little money bag in front of his eyes and said, "Look, what is this." Lan Jingyi was shocked: "You are too brave! This is Han Guangjun's ! "

It's noisy, and the door gap is slightly opened. Although the furnishings in the room are still unclear, already can see clearly. There is a gray-faced, expressionless old lady standing 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, let it go, and seemed willing to let them in.

Jin Ling was shocked and whispered, "She's 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 to. If you don't let me in, I will knock directly."

Jin Ling: "..."

This righteous city is weird, and the people who live here are definitely not ordinary people. This old lady is so suspicious that a group of Aristocratic Family children murmured in their hearts. Although ten thousand and ten thousand were unwilling to enter the house, but inside and outside were not roads. Dead horses were living horses. It was impossible. The moving companions entered the door one after another. The old lady watched coldly, waiting for them to enter the door, closing the door immediately. The room was suddenly dark again. Wei Wuxian said, "Why doesn't the owner light up?"

The old lady said, "Lamp on the table, light it up."

Lan Sizhui just happened to be standing at a table, and groping slowly, felt an oil lamp, and touched the old gray ashes. He pulled out a fire charm and blew it. He had just brought it close to the wick, and unconsciously raised his eyes, and a moment of cold air rushed from his feet to the top of his head, and his scalp was numb.

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