The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 22: Yangyang fifth 4

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The noise came from all directions.

Before and after, under your head and feet, it looks like a whispering whisper, knowingly, giggling. There are men and women, old and young, big and small, Wei Wuxian can even hear some sporadic words, but they are fleeting, making him unable to catch the exact words.

Because it's too noisy.

Wei Wuxian continued to hold the temple with one hand, and with the other hand took out a wind evil plate that could be placed in the palm of the Qiankun bag. The hands of the wind evil disc trembled around twice, the faster and faster, and after a while, it started to spin frantically!

Last time, the winds of Dafan Mountain could not point out the direction, which was weird. But this time it actually spun up automatically and didn't stop for a moment, this situation was even more incredible than the pointer moving. The ominous shadow in Wei Wuxian's heart grew stronger and he shouted, "Jin Ling!"

The two have been walking in the stone castle for a while, but they have not seen any living people. Wei Wuxian shouted a few times, but did not answer. The first few stone chambers were empty, but after walking deep, there was a dark coffin in the middle of one of the stone chambers.

This coffin is very abrupt here. But the coffin was dark and the coffin was beautiful. Wei Wuxian patted it, it was solid and solid, and said loudly, "Good coffin."

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian stood on both sides of it, looked at each other, at the same time, reached out and opened the lid of the coffin.

The moment the coffin lid was opened, the noise around it suddenly multiplied, and the tide generally drowned Wei Wuxian's hearing. As if they had been peeped by countless eyes before, the owners of these eyes were quietly monitoring and discussing their words and deeds, and suddenly they were excited when they saw them opening the coffin. Wei Wuxian had conceived dozens of possibilities, and he was ready to deal with rancid odors, protruding claws, poisonous water spray, scattered smoke, and grievances, and so on. He most hoped to see Jin Ling. However, nothing happened and nothing happened.

This turned out to be an empty coffin.

Wei Wuxian was a little surprised, and was a little disappointed that Jin Ling was not trapped here. Lan Wangji got closer again, and the dust-proof sheath automatically came out a few inches, cold and bright, and illuminated the bottom of the coffin. Then he realized that nothing was in the coffin. It was just that the contents were much smaller than his expected corpse and the like, hidden deep in the bottom of the coffin.

A long knife lies in the coffin.

This knife has no sheath, and the handle seems to be made of gold. It looks heavy and heavy. The blade is slender and the blade is sharp. It rests on a red cloth at the bottom of the coffin, reflecting the bleeding color. Killing gas.

There is no corpse in the coffin, but a knife. This stone castle on Xinglu Ridge is really weird everywhere, revealing weirdness step by step. The two closed the coffin lid and continued to walk inside. Each coffin had a mouthful of such a coffin. Looking at the coffin's wooden floor, the ages were different. Each coffin had a long knife.

Until the last room, there was still no trace of Jin Ling. Wei Wuxian closed the coffin lid, his heart was agitated slightly. Lan Wangji saw him frowning and holding his hand up and down, laying the guqin on the coffin horizontally, groaning slightly, raising his hand, and a string of string sounds flowed from his fingers.

He only played for a short period of time, and withdrew his right hand away from the upper part of the body, staring at the strings still vibrating.

Suddenly, the strings trembled and a sound spontaneously popped out.

Wei Wuxian said, "Ask the Spirit?"

"Ask the Spirit" is a famous song by Gu Sulan's ancestors. It is different from "Soul Hunt", and works on the situation of unknown dead without any media. The player asks with a harp, asking questions about the dead, and the echo of the dead is transformed into a rhythm by "Ask the Spirit", which is reflected on the strings. The strings moved spontaneously, indicating that the ghost in this stone castle, already was invited by Lan Wangji. Next, the two sides should answer each question in piano language.

Qin Yu is a secret technique of Gu Sulan's. Although Wei Wuxian has a wide range of skills, he has nowhere to go. He whispered, "Ask it where it is and who built it."

Lan Wangji is proficient in asking Ling Qin language without thinking. After a few moments, the strings played twice automatically. Wei Wuxian asked, "What does it say?"

Lan Wangji said, "I don't know."

Wei Wuxian: "Ah?"

Lan Wangji said slowly: "It said, 'I don't know'."

"..." Wei Wuxian looked at him, suddenly remembering a conversation about "any casual" many years ago, touching his nose, the boss was boring, thinking: "Lan Zhan is so prosperous that he has learned to speak A joke. "

If you ca n’t ask, Lan Wangji played another sentence. The strings should be the same as the two notes I heard just now. Wei Wuxian heard that the answer was "I don't know" again, and asked, "What did you ask it again?"

Lan Wangji said, "Why died."

Wei Wuxian said: "If you are inadvertently assassinated, you may not know why you died. You might as well ask it if you know who killed it."

Lan Wangji raised his hand. However, the echo was still two beeps-"I don't know."

As a soul imprisoned here, one does not know where it is, two does not know why he died, and three does not know who was killed. Wei Wuxian is also the first time he encountered such a question and asked three unknowns. , Said: "Then change the individual. You ask whether it is male or female. This one will never know it."

Encouraged by him, Lan Wangji followed his words. After withdrawing, another string cricket bounced vigorously, Lan Wang machine translated: "Male."

Wei Wuxian said, "Finally, I know something. Then ask, is there a 15- or 16-year-old boy here?"

Answer: "Yes."

Wei Wuxian asked again, "Where is he now?"

The strings stopped for a while before responding. Lan Wangji listened, but it was a little stunned. Wei Wuxian said, "What? What did he say?"

Lan Wangji slowly said, "He said, 'Here it is.'"

Wei Wuxian is dumb. "Here" refers to this stone castle, but they just searched and didn't see Jin Ling. Wei Wuxian said, "He can't lie?"

Lan Wangji said, "I'm here, I can't."

Also, the questioner is Han Guangjun. Natural spirit cannot lie, but can only answer truthfully. Wei Wuxian rummaged around in this stone room to see if there were any secret passages left by him. Lan Wangji thought for a moment, and then asked two more paragraphs. After getting a response, he looked slightly changed. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian asked, "What did you ask again?"

Lan Wangji said: "Every year, who is the person."

These two questions are trying to understand the identity of Lai Ling. Wei Wuxian knew that he must have got an unusual answer: "How?"

Lan Wangji said: "Sixteen years old, Lanling people."

Wei Wuxian's face also suddenly changed.

The soul invited in "Ask the Spirit" turned out to be Jin Ling? !!

He listened intently. In the overwhelming noise, it seemed that he could hear Jin Ling's weak shouts, but he didn't really listen.

Lan Wangji continued to ask, Wei Wuxian knew that he must be asking for a specific location, staring at the strings, waiting for Jin Ling's answer.

This time the response was long. After Lan Wangji heard it, he frowned slightly, and said, "He told you to stand on the ground, facing southwest, and listen to the strings. Let's go forward. Then he will be in front of you. "

Wei Wuxian said nothing and turned to the southwest. There were seven strings behind him, and he took seven steps forward. However, there was always nothing ahead.

The sound of the piano continues, but the interval is getting longer, and he is walking slower and slower. One more step, two steps, three steps ... All the way to six steps, the sound of the piano finally quieted down and stopped ringing.

The only thing in front of him was a wall.

This wall is made of gray-white stone bricks, which are seamless and seamless. Wei Wuxian turned and said, "... He's in the wall?!"

Dark out of the sheath, four blue lights passing by, and the wall was cut into a neat chevron. The two came forward and demolished the bricks. After removing a few stone bricks, a large black soil came out.

The wall of this stone castle was made of double layer, and the middle of two solid stone bricks was filled with soil. Wei Wuxian planed a large piece of soil with his bare hands, and in the middle of the dark soil, he planed a face with eyes closed.

Correct Missing Jin Ling!

Jin Ling's face wasn't originally in the soil. When it came out, the air suddenly poured into her nose, and she suddenly coughed and inhaled. Wei Wuxian saw that he was still alive and finally let go of his heart. Jin Ling's life is really on the line, otherwise he will not be captured by "Ask the Spirit" about his soul that is about to leave the body. Fortunately, he was not buried in the wall for a long time, otherwise he would suffocate to death for another moment.

The two were busy digging him out of the wall. Who knew that when he pulled out the radish and brought out the mud, the moment when Jin Ling's upper body was unearthed, the sword on his back hooked up another thing.

A boneless arm!

Lan Wangji put Jin Lingping on the ground and probed his pulse for treatment. Wei Wuxian picked up the dust-proof scabbard and stabbed in the soil skillfully along that bone-arm. Before long, a complete skeleton appeared before his eyes.

Similar to the previous Jin Ling, this skeleton was buried in the wall in a standing position. The pale bones and the dark earth were contrasting and dazzling. Wei Wuxian rummaged in the soil, demolished a few bricks aside, and stirred, and found a bone shelf nearby.

And this one has n’t been completely rotten. There is still flesh attached to the bones, and the skull is covered with long black and disheveled hair. She wasn't standing, her skeleton bent. The reason for bending down was because she had a dead body beside her leg, which was squatting.

Wei Wuxian no longer digs. He takes a few steps back, and the noise in his ears is turbulent and wild.

He is almost sure. I'm afraid the thick walls of the entire stone fortress are filled with the bones of people with different postures.

Top of head, soles of feet, southeast, northwest; standing, sitting, lying, squatting ...

What the **** is this? !!