The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 19: Yangyang fifth

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Wei Wuxian stayed all night thinking about what happened to Lan Wang's body over the years.

Opening his eyes early the next morning, Lan Wangji disappeared without a trace. He was lying on the couch with his hands on his side. Quilt.

Wi Wuxian lifted the quilt and buried his right fingers with his fingers. After sleeping in the middle of the night, the absurd and creepy inexplicable feeling in my heart still lingered.

The wooden door of the quiet room slammed 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: "It's early ... already is out of time."

Lan's family is all about shi shi hai shi xi xi, and its regularity. Wei Wuxian is all about shi shi ug shi xi xi, and it is very regular. It is an hour later than his family. He lay down in the middle of the night, his waist was a little sour, and said, "I can't get up."

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

Wei Wuxian: "What's wrong with me. I was asleep by your family, Han Guangjun!"

Lan Jingyi's voice also raged from far to near: "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, why don't you come in."

People beside Han Guangjun's residence cannot step in at will, they can only shout outside. 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 referring to his mount, Wei Wuxian busily climbed up: "What's wrong with my donkey ?! Don't move it, it will be bitch."

He came out of the quiet room, and the two men led to a piece of green grass. The flower donkey was really screaming and making a noise. The reason for yelling is because it wants to eat grass, but there are dozens of billowing white pompoms on the grass, making it impossible to get down.

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

Lan Jingyi's Qiqiao smoke: "Yunshen is forbidden to kill! I have to shut it up, I have asked many times for reading!"

Wei Wuxian ate the apple from his breakfast, and 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 while hitting the idea of ​​passing the jade order on these juniors. He pointed to the round white rabbit, and said, "Really can't be roasted? Is it going to be driven down the mountain after roasting?"

Lan Jingyi said: "This is raised by Han Guangjun, 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, He actually likes such a little white and hairy thing! How can he raise it? Han Guangjun hugs a rabbit with a stern face, oh I have to die ... "

Recalling the situation last night, he suddenly couldn't laugh again.

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. 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. What's more, there was an accident in the spiritual ritual, which is a terrible thing, because no one knows what soul will be called, and what will happen if you break 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 he was lifted, he fell down again, tears uncontrollably, grasping humanity: "It shouldn't be ... it shouldn't be done ... it shouldn't be ..."

Wei Wuxian grabbed his hand, stared directly into his eyes, and Shen said, "What soul are you recruiting? Who else is inside?"

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 pushes people into Lan Si's arms. The grassy bamboo flute was still inserted in his waist. He stepped up a few steps in two steps, stomped at 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.

Lan Jingyi slammed on the door, frightened and angry, blurted out: "What kind of man is this lunatic?"

Lan Si chased the student and gritted his teeth, "... No matter who he is, come and help me. He has seven tricks bleeding!"

As soon as Wei Wuxian enters the underworld, he feels 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 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 has a cross-section to the ground, standing upright like a stick, four fingers into fists, the index finger extended, as if pointing at someone. The endless black gas that fills the entire underworld is emitted by it.

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 still sitting upright.

He is sitting in a tight position, with a guqin on his side, his hands are not on the strings, but the strings are trembling and shaking. At first he seemed to be listening to the sound of something and realized that someone had broken in. Then he looked up.

Lan Wangji has never been shocked on his face. Wei Wuxian couldn't see what he was thinking. He stepped on the position of the west head, pulled the bamboo flute from his waist, and raised it to his lips.

On the western head, Lan Qiren was originally sitting on the town, and at this moment already was crooked aside. Like the student who escaped from the underworld, Qiqiao bleed and lost his mind. Wei Wuxian took his place, 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 of them accidentally joined hands to suppress this arm. Lan Wangji met his gaze and knew his heart. He lifted his right hand and a string of string sounds flowed 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. But he 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" is useless. Lan Wangji tunes between his fingers and plays 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 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, played for a while, and looked up at him expressionlessly.

Wei Wuxian cheekily pretended to be invisible, turned around and continued to blow, and also blew away the tone of two sentences. If Lan Qiren is awake, he must yell at him so that he won't play, don't blow, don't disturb and defile Lan Qin's piano.

But even though he played this virtue, his effectiveness remained the same, and the hand slowly dropped down under the joint suppression of the flute and the piano sound. Xu Xun, the gate of the underworld popped open, and the sun poured in.

About the alarm bell on the corner floor stopped ringing, the children and students who had been outside the underworld all rushed in. Lan Si chased: "Han Guangjun, Mo Young Master, you ..."

Lastly stopped this terrible ensemble, Lan Wangji pressed his hands on the strings, stopped the strings from buzzing, and said, "Save people."

Lan Sizhui complied, summoned other people, and put the seniors who were bleeding from Qi Qiao in the underworld to lay down their bodies and implemented treatment. They were applying needles and medicines, and another bellboy brought a bronze bell and covered the arm again. Although the scene was busy, it was orderly and whispered softly, and no one made a noise.

Wei Wuxian inserted the bamboo flute back to his waist, crouched beside the bronze bell, and pondered the inscription on it.

Mo Jiazhuang that night, he judged that the resentment of this arm was caused by the corpse division. Because he knew that a helper would arrive soon, he didn't study it carefully. But if it is an ordinary corpse, even if the grievance is strong, the lethality is not so great.

Lan Qiren, a well-known generation, has hosted a thousand and eight hundred soul-hunting rituals. Among them, there are many ghosts and fierce spirits, and even he was hurt by his resentment, Qiqiao bleeding, and he is still unconscious. I am afraid that the identity of the owner of this arm is not so simple.

There are ten *, also a cultivator. Moreover, it is very likely that he is a cultivator with noble status, powerful strength, and great grudges.

However, I haven't heard of a famous Aristocratic Family immortal who was killed by a corpse, or the body disappeared after his death.

He looked up at Lan Wangji.

Gusu Lan's strict adherence to the three methods: first degree of suppression, second suppression, extinction third. This arm has killed several lives and is obviously not able to overdo it. It is reasonable to say that after the Lan family brought it back, the second step should be done to suppress it.

Lan's family didn't do this, they chose to call for souls. If you think about it, you can figure out why.

Zhaoyin flags of different grades have different painting methods and powers. Lan Si chased the sides they painted in Mojiazhuang, and the range of effect was only five miles.

The hand called, Murderous Qi, is heavy and feeds on human flesh and blood. If it was existence within five miles of Mojiazhuang at the beginning, with its ferociousness, it would never be calm, and Mojiazhuang would not be disturbed by the corpse at night. However, after the Lan family arrived in Mojiazhuang for hunting, it suddenly appeared. It would be a bit reluctant to say that it was not deliberately used at this time.

It's self-evident who this move is aimed at. Lan Wangji will not think of a trick, Gu Su Lan's must dig deeper.

Lan Si chased over there: "Han Guangjun, I can't think of this arm ... so tricky. Neither the elixir nor the acupuncture is effective, what should I do?"

Wi Wuxian waited for someone to stir up his words and said busyly: "This is not easy! Tracing the source and finding its body, you can find a way to save people."

If you can find the body of this arm, you can follow the vine to find out the identity of the deceased and secretly attack the Gusu Lans. And he can take this opportunity to go down the mountain and find a chance to slip away. Can be described as three birds with one stone, all happy.

Although Lan Jingyi 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, and you can't make it look like this. Where do you go? Looking for? "

Wei Wuxian said, "Where to find it? Didn't I show it to you?"

Lan Jingyi wondered: "Show me? Who? Where?"

Wei Wuxian laughed: "Ask your family Han Guangjun to go."

Lan Wangji glanced at him and said, "Northwest."

The direction of that arm, northwest of Correct.