The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 27: Yin Yun sixth 5

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Lan Wangji said: "Remove the evil curse first."

Wei Wuxian picked up his trouser legs three or two times and said, "I'll do it myself!" Han Guangjun half kneeled in front of him in this posture three or two times a day, although the other party was still serious, and even a little serious , But he really can't see this picture.

Evil curses spread across the entire calf, crawling over the knees and spreading over the thighs. Wei Wuxian looked at him and said, "It's the root of my leg."

Lan Wangji turned his head and did not answer. Wei Wuxian said it again, but still did not respond, he wondered: "Lan Zhan?"

Lan Wangji just turned around now, and didn't seem to know what to say. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian wanted to make a difference, blinked, and was about to make a joke and pull back a round, and suddenly, a cracking sound came from 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 agitates more than ever, and it seems that something is trapped inside, eager to come out.

Although it is only the size of a palm, this sealed bag of evil can be used for storage. It has complicated mantras embroidered on both the inside and outside, and has several seals. Lan Wangji sealed the arm in a bag before pressing it under the tea cup on the table. At this moment, he was restless and knocked over the tea cup. The two men remembered that it was time for the ensemble "Rest".

Without their brief appeasement of this song every night, even if this wicked Qiankun bag is even more capable of suppressing it, it will not be able to trap that arm alone. Wei Wuxian reached out to touch the bamboo flute, but felt empty. Turning around, it turned out that the bamboo flute had been held by Lan Wangji.

He reached out and stroked on the dust, and actually wiped off the three-inch sword awn. The dagger was usually held in his right hand, and he engraved intently on the bamboo flute in his left hand for a short while before returning. Wei Wuxian took a look at the bamboo flute, flute hole and other details he had repaired.

Lan Wangji said, "Have a good blow."

Remembering the bitter flute he couldn't bear before, Wei Wuxian almost laughed and fell to the ground. It's hard for Lan Wangji to bear him for so long. The Dongfeng is here, and the ensemble begins immediately.

Previously, every night when they began to ensemble "Rest", the sealed evil bag would be quiet, almost immediately. Tonight, Wei Wuxian didn't intentionally do evil, but who knows just said two words, the Qiankun bag was suddenly enlarged several times by the contents and stood up!

Wei Wuxian's "噗" broke a note and said, "Why, I'm used to ugly tunes, and I'm not sure if I like it?"

As if answering his question, Feng Feng Qian Kuang Bag flew towards him suddenly.

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 stunned the opportunity and continued to blow. Lan Wangji also followed the tone of "Repose" and turned back to tranquility and peace.

After the song is finished, the sealed evil bag is finally retracted, leaving it still.

This ghost hand has never happened in these days, but today is extremely impatient, Wei Wuxian inserted the flute, and said, "It reacted so strongly, like what was stimulated?"

Lan Wangji said, "Moreover, it's your stuff."

Wei Wuxian 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 on the stone fortress on Xinglu Ridge.

Wei Wuxian said, "This means that other parts of its body are buried in the walls of the Nie Family Jidao Hall?"

In the early morning of the second day, the two set off together, returning to the Sword Knife Hall in Xingluling.

Nie Huaisang was arrested yesterday, and the old men were accounted out. Today, he gathered his favorite students in the family 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, and buried a new corpse found overnight. Seeing that the white bricks were layered neatly and layer by layer, sweating constantly, Changshu breathed a sigh of relief. Did you know that when you look back, your feet are soft, and you smile: "Han Guangjun ... and this ..."

He never knew what to call Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian waved and laughed, "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 said very sympathetically and shyly: "I'm sorry. I may bother you, I'll build it again later."

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

The voice doesn't fall.

Nie Huaisang watched as the stone brick he had just repaired cracked.

Destruction is always easier than construction. Wei Wuxian dismantled bricks quickly, and I don't know how many times faster than them. Nie Huaisang was shaking with a folding fan, full of grievances. Lan Wangji said a few words briefly to him, and he immediately changed his face, swearing: "No! Absolutely not! The corpses used in our family's sacrifice hall are all intact, and there are absolutely no corpses without arms. .I do n’t know what the blood-sucking left hand is, it really has nothing to do with me, I do n’t know! I do n’t believe that I demolished the bricks together to prove my innocence, but I must fill it back immediately after dismantling. My family's ancestral grave ... "

Several Nie family students joined, 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.

In the black dirt, occasionally a pale hand or a cramped foot and black hair full of tangled dirt are revealed. All male corpses were roughly cleaned and laid flat on the ground. Some of the participants pulled up their masks, and some ate the secret red pills to prevent breathing and popularity-induced corpse changes.

Some of these corpses have become bones, some are in the process of decay, and some are still very fresh. All kinds of postures, however, all are full of 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."

Yes, already is enough. 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, thinking for a moment, Lan Wangji said, "Take a bag of evil and 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, and the degree of danger has doubled up, 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 amused by this idea. Suddenly, Lan Wangji said, "Legs."

After mentioning it, Wei Wuxian remembered it, but he ignored it. The scope of the evil curse was only to the legs!

Wei Wuxian said busyly: "Take off your pants! Take off your pants!"

Nie Huaisang horrified, "Why do you say such shameful words in front of Han Guangjun!"

Wei Wuxian said: "Hurry up and take off the corpse's pants. Don't take off the female corpse, only take off the male corpse!"

Unfortunately, Nie Huai Sang didn't expect to tell the old man yesterday. Today, he still has to take off the corpse's pants in the ancestor's sacrifice hall, and it's a male corpse. Only when he feels that he will fall to the ground will he be one of the ancestors With a slap in the face, Fan Cheng's rebirth in the next life was also incomplete, and could not help crying. While Wei Wuxian had reached out to the waistband of the body on the ground, he was intercepted by Lan Wangji.

He said, "... I'm coming."

Wei Wuxian said, "Do you really want to come? Do you really want to do this kind of thing?"

Lan Wangji ’s eyebrows seem to be faintly beating, with patience, saying: "... you stand. Don't move."

Nie Huai Sang is the most shocked today. He hasn't been able to believe that Lan Wangji has actually done this kind of thing. Lan Wangji has stood up and said, "I found it."

Everyone is busy looking at the ground. Of course, they were disappointed. Han Guangjun did not really remove the corpse's clothes. He just scratched a sword at the root of each corpse, gently scratched the clothing, and exposed the skin inside. And some clothes do not need to be scratched, already is tattered.

The corpse next to his white boots has a faint coil on each of his thighs, flesh-colored and thin lines, densely packed. Above the coil and below the coil, there is a subtle difference in skin tone.

Obviously, the corpse's legs and his upper body are not the same person.

These two legs were sewn up by needle and thread!

Nie Huai Sang is still staring at the words, Wei Wuxian asked: "Who picked the corpse used by the Nie family to sacrifice the sword?"

Nie Huai Sang said: "It is generally selected and hoarded by the previous generations themselves. I went to Brother early, he didn't save enough, and I also helped him pick some ... as long as it is a corpse with neatly formed limbs Stayed. I don't know the rest! I really don't know! "

Who actually sewed the legs and buried the fish in the muddy water and asked Nie Huai Sang must be unclear. Wei Wuxian interrupted him in a timely manner. From the person who provided the corpse to Nie Minglu himself, all are suspects, countless. I'm afraid I can only continue to track down until I find all the limbs, put together his body and soul, and then we can know what is going on.

Wei Wuxian said: "This man looks like he was divided by five horses ... I hope that the rest of his body has not been cut into pieces."