The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 3: The second wild field

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Wei Wuxian wanted to wash his face and admire the body of the owner, but there was no water in the room, and there wasn't anything to drink and wash.

The only basin-shaped object, he guessed, should be used for congratulations, not for washing.

Pushing the door, he was locked from the outside, presumably afraid he would go out and run around.

Nothing made him feel the joy of being born again!

He simply meditates for a while and adapts to Xinshe. This sitting is all day. When I opened my eyes, sunlight leaked into the room through the door gap and window gap. Although I can get up and walk, I still feel dizzy and don't see improvement.

Wei Wuxian was surprised: "This Mo Xuanyu cultivation is so low that the spiritual power is negligible. There is no reason why I can't control this physical body. Why is it so difficult?"

At this time, there was a strange noise in his belly, and he realized that it was not about cultivation's spiritual power at all, it was just that the body that had not passed the valley was hungry. He would not go looking for food anymore, maybe he would become the first ghost ghost in history ever to be starved to death immediately after being invited to the upper body.

Wi Wuxian lifted his feet and raised his feet. He was about to knock out the door, and suddenly a footstep approached. Someone kicked the door and said impatiently, "I'm eating!"

The words shouted like this, but the door didn't mean to be opened. Wei Wuxian looked down, and a smaller door opened under this door, just to see a small bowl replayed in front of the door.

The servant outside said again: "Hurry up! Grind what! Take out the dishes after eating!"

The small door is smaller than the dog hole, which can't let people in and out, but can bring the bowl in. Two dishes and one meal, the sales are surprisingly poor.

Wei Wuxian stirred the two chopsticks in the rice, distressed:

As soon as the ancestor of Yiling returned to the world, he was kicked and scolded. The first meal for him to receive the wind and dust was this kind of residue. What about **** rain? Chickens and dogs do not stay? Extinction at the door? Say no one believes. It was really that the tiger fell into Pingyang and was bullied by dogs. Longyou was in the shallow water and was played with shrimp. The phoenix that had plucked its hair was not as good as a chicken.

At this moment, the servant outside the door made a loud voice again, but this time with a smile: "Adin! Come here."

Another crunchy female voice answered far away: "A boy, come and feed the one inside?"

A Tong said, "Otherwise, what am I doing here?"

Adin's voice is much closer, and it seems to come to the door: "You only give him one meal a day, and you are lazy from time to time and no one tells you that you are so uncomfortable. Look at me, work. Too much to even go out to play. "

Astong complained, "I'm not just delivering food to him! Are you still dare to go out for a while now? With so many corpses, who didn't close the door tightly."

Wei Wuxian leaned against the door and listened while eating.

It seems that this Mojiazhuang has not been very peaceful recently. The corpse, as the word implies, is a walking dead person, a relatively low-level and very common corpse changer. Unless the dead is extremely resentful, the eyes are generally dull, walking slowly, and not lethal. But it's enough for ordinary people to be scared. The rancidity alone is enough to spit out a pot.

However, for Wei Wuxian, they are the easiest and most obedient puppets. I heard it at first, and it was kind.

Aston seems to be frowning: "If you want to go out, unless you take me, I will protect you ..."

Adin said: "You? Protect me? Bragging, can you still fight back those things?"

A Tong shouted, "I can't fight back, and others can't fight back."

Adin laughed: "How do you know that others can't retreat? I tell you, today already has a messenger of Xianmen coming to our Mojiazhuang. I heard that it is a remarkable Aristocratic Family! Madam is Greetings in the hall, people in the town are watching around strangely. Do you listen, isn't it noisy? I just have no time to talk to you, maybe I will support me again later.

Wei Wuxian listened attentively, and there was noisy noise from the east. He pondered for a moment, got up and lifted his feet, and the latch cracked.

The two domestic servants, Adin and Atong, are frowning and laughing, screaming in fright at the door that suddenly popped open to both sides. Wei Wuxian tossed away the chopsticks and walked out. He was stabbed by the sun for a while and couldn't open his eyes. He put his hand on his eyebrow, eyes closed for a moment. A Tong just called sharper than A Ding, and he calmly looked at it, seeing that everyone could bully Mo Xuan Yu, and his courage was so great that he just lost his face and wanted to save it in front of A Ding and jump over to scold the dog The same waved and reprimanded: "Go! Go! Go back! What are you doing out!"

It's not even uglier to treat beggars or flies. Most of the servants of the Mo family usually treated Mo Xuanyu like this, and he never resisted, only to make them so unscrupulous. Wei Wuxian kicked A Tong with a kick and laughed, "The little ghost who delivers food and messes up, dares to do this."

Stop, go east along the noise. There are a lot of people inside and outside the East Hall of the East Hospital. Wei Wuxian stepped into the yard, and a woman heard a voice higher than the others: "... There is a junior in our family, but also a fairy ... "

Must be Mrs. Namo again trying to find a way to connect with Xiuxian Aristocratic Family. Wei Wuxian didn't wait for her to finish, and crowded into the hall, hesitatingly, "Here comes, here, here!"

There is a middle-aged woman sitting in the hall. She is well-maintained and dressed in expensive clothes. Mrs. Mo is Correct. Her husband is sitting under her. Opposite are a few white boys with swords. Suddenly there was a unkempt weird in the crowd, and all voices stopped abruptly. Wei Wuxian seemed to be unaware of the stagnant scene, and frowned, "Who called me just now? If there is a fairy, isn't it me!"

If you apply too much powder, it will crack when you smile and flutter. One of the younger ambassadors of "Xianmen" almost laughed out loud. He was disapproved by the teenager who seemed to be headed by him, and he was right.

Wei Wuxian swept at his eyes, surprised. He thought he was an inexperienced domestic servant who exaggerated. Who knows that he came from the immortal children of the "prominent family".

These teenagers are light-sleeved, slow-banded, Immortal Qi Ling Ran, very beautiful, and the school uniforms at first glance show that they came from Gu Sulan's. And they must be relatives of the Blue family ancestors, because they are wearing a one-finger wide curly clouded white forehead.

Gusu Lan ’s family motto is “Yazheng”. This wiping amount means “constraining self”, and the crow cloud pattern Correct blue family pattern. A monk named Hakka or a student who is attached to a large family is not qualified to wear it. Wei Wuxian had a toothache when he saw the people in the Lan family. In his last life, he often vilified his school uniforms as "Pima Daixiao", so he would never admit it.

Mrs. Mo hasn't seen this nephew for a long time, and it took a while to calm down from the panic. She recognized who the thick makeup was, and was annoyed in her heart, but was not immediately angry and mad. She lowered her throat and said to her husband: Let him out, get him back! "

Her husband responded to the laughter with a humorous expression, and stood up with a look of embarrassment, but Wei Wuxian suddenly lay on the ground, his limbs stuck to the ground, he couldn't even push and drag, and called several domestic servants. It doesn't help to come in. Mrs. Momo's face became increasingly ugly, and he was sweating all over, cursing: "... you ... dead lunatic! If you don't go back, see how I can clean up you!"

Although everyone in Mojiazhuang knows that the Mo family has a Young Master that has caused madness, Mo Xuanyu has been shrinking in that dark room for years. Seeing that his makeup and behavior were like demons and ghosts, he was whispering at the moment, afraid that there was no good show. Wei Wuxian said, "It's okay if I go back." He pointed directly at Mo Ziyuan: "You told him to return what stole me first."

Mo Ziyuan never expected that this lunatic lunatic had this courage. He was taught by him yesterday. He dared to come here today, and said with a pale face: "You're bullshit! When have I stolen you? Things? Me, I still steal your things? "

Wei Wuxian said, "Yes, yes! You didn't steal it, you grab it!"

Mrs. Mo Ziyuan hasn't spoken yet, but Mo Ziyuan is anxious and flies to kick him. A young boy in white with a sword flicked his fingers, and Mo Ziyuan's feet were unstable. He rubbed his feet and kicked, and he fell by himself. However, Wei Wuxian rolled a circle, as if he was kicked over by him, and opened his placket. His chest was exactly the same footprint that was mopped out by Mo Ziyuan yesterday.

Everyone thought that this footprint could not have been Mo Xuanyu's own stubbornness. In addition, Mo Ziyuan was a bit ruthless in his daily life, and who else could do it. Anyway, it is also the blood of Mo's family. Mo was too cruel to him. When he first came back, he was clearly not so crazy. Bacheng was driven by this family to become more and more crazy. Anyway, there is a lively look on the line, this lively is really better than the messenger of Xianmen!

Mrs. Mo had only regarded him as air, disdain and entangled with a sick person, and only told others to hurry him down, and now he saw it. This Mo Xuanyu was clearly prepared, his head was sober, he wanted to throw them away, and he couldn't help but be shocked and hated: "You came here to make trouble, didn't you?!"

Wei Wuxian said blankly: "He stole my stuff, I'll recover it. Is this also called trouble?"

So many pairs of eyes are watching, unable to fight, and unable to drive away. Mrs. Mo got stuck in her throat, and had to forcibly round the field: "What steals, what steals? It's so ugly, my family and my family, but I just borrowed it. A Yuan is your brother. What ’s wrong with you? As a brother, ca n’t you even bear a small piece of equipment? It ’s not that you are not returned. ”

The young boys in the Lan family looked at each other. This kind of Young Master, who grew up in Aristocratic Family in Xianmen, is full of ears and ears. Most of them have never seen such farce, nor have they heard such great opinions. Wei Wuxian laughed wildly and stretched out his hand: "Then you pay back."

Of course, Mo Ziyuan has n’t come out yet. If he throws it away and dismantles it, even if it comes back, he wo n’t be willing to return it. He screamed sternly: "... Anyang!" With a wink at her: You let him insult me ​​like this?

Mrs. Mo glared at him, asking him not to make the scene more ugly. Who knows, Wei Wuxian said, "He shouldn't just steal my stuff, but he shouldn't steal it at midnight. Who doesn't know, this Young Master likes men, but he doesn't know how to be ashamed, and I also know Gutian Lixia! "

Mrs. Mo took a sip of air-conditioner and said loudly, "What did the old folks say in front of you! It's shameless, A Yuan is your cousin!"

When it comes to San Ye, Wei Wuxian is a good hand. In the past, Zha also had to take care of his identity as a tutor, but now he is a lunatic anyway, and he needs to have a face. Spreading it directly is how he is happy. He braced his neck and straightened out: "He knows that he is my cousin. To avoid suspicion, who is more shameless ?! Don't forget it yourself, but don't break my innocence! I still need a good man! "

Mo Ziyuan yelled and smashed when he picked up the chair. Wei Wuxian saw that he had finally exploded. He climbed up and hid, and the chair hit the ground and fell apart. The strangers around the third floor and the third floor of the East Hall were originally gloating at the Mo family. They were all ashamed and smashed. Wei Wuxian went to the few blue-eyed teenagers in the Blue House to hide, and said, "Have you seen them? See, have you stolen and betrayed you!"

Mo Ziyuan was going to chase him and beat him, headed by the young man and stopped him, saying: "Little Young Master has something to say."

Mrs. Mo saw the boy intentionally to protect the lunatic, and he was afraid to laugh, and reluctantly smiled, "This is my sister's son. Here, it's a bit difficult. Everyone in Mojiazhuang knows that he is a lunatic. He often says Weird words, you ca n’t take it seriously. The immortal master must be ten thousand ... ”The voice didn't end, Wei Wuxian poked his head from behind the boy and stared:“ Who says what I say ca n’t be taken seriously? Who will steal my stuff in the future and try , Stealing once I cut him one hand! "

Mo Ziyuan was originally held down by his father, and it would start again when he heard it. Wei Wuxian swam the fish in general. The boy was busy blocking the door, shifting the topic, and said the business with a serious face: "Then I will use it tonight in your western courtyard. Remember what I said before. Please keep the door closed after evening. Come out and walk, not to get near that yard. "

Mrs. Mo shivered angrily and said, "Yes, yes, there is labor, there is labor ..." Mo Ziyuan couldn't agree: "Mom! That lunatic slanders me in front of people like this, just forget it ?! You said , You said he was just ... "

Mrs. Mo yelled, "Shut up. I can't go back if I have any words!"

Mo Ziyuan has never eaten such a loss, lost such a face, and was scolded by his mother, full of resentment, thinking, "This lunatic is dead tonight!"

Wei Wuxian went crazy, walked out of Mo's door, walked around in Mojiazhuang, and walked around in shock, but he enjoyed it and began to realize the joy of being a lunatic, and to himself Hanging ghost makeup is also satisfied, some reluctant to wash it off. He had a full hair, glanced at his wrist, and the scar showed no signs of improvement. That is to say, a slight revenge such as ventilating Mo Xuanyu was not recognized by Xianxian.

Do you really want him to destroy Mo's door?

Honestly, it's not difficult.

Wei Wuxian shook back to Mo's Western Court. The blue family children were standing on the roof and the eaves and discussing something.

Although there was a big head of Gu Sulan in his Aristocratic Family, at that time these juniors were either not born or were only a few years old, and they could not dislike them. Wei Wuxian stopped to watch and see how they acted. Looking at him, he suddenly felt a bit wrong.

Why are the black flags standing on the roof and wall eavesdropping so familiar?

This flag is called "Zhaoyin Banner". If it is inserted into a living person, it will attract the ghosts, injustices, corpses, and evil spirits within a certain range, and only attack this living person. Because the flagged person seems to become a living target, it is also called "target flag". It can also be inserted into the house, but there must be living people in the house, then the attack range will be extended to everyone in the house. Because there must be a dark atmosphere around the flag insertion, as if the black wind circled, it is also called "black wind flag". They set up a flag array in the Western Court and kept others away from it. They must want to lead the corpse here and wipe it out.

As for why you are familiar ... can you not be familiar. The maker of Zhaoyin Banner, the ancestor of Correct Yiling!

It seems that even when the cultivating world shouts and kills him, what he does to him is correct.

A disciple standing on the eaves saw him watching and said, "Go back, this is not where you should come."

Although it's a drive, it's good intentions, and the tone is very different from that of Mo's servants. Wei Wuxian jumped up and took off a flag while he was not ready.

The disciple was shocked and jumped down the wall to chase him: "Don't mess around, this is not what you should take!"

Wei Wuxian runs and walks, spreads his hair, dances and dances, and is really a crazy man: "Don't return! Don't return! I want this! I want!"

The disciple caught up with him in two steps, holding his arm and saying, "Not yet? I won't hit you!"

Wei Wuxian was holding the flag and dying and letting go. The young man who was the head was originally setting up the flag array and was shocked by this side. , Why bother with him. "

Lan Jingyi said: "Si pursue, I didn't really hit him! Look at him, he made a mess of the flag array!"

Dragging, Wei Wuxian has quickly checked the Zhaoyin flag in his hand. The ornamentation is correct, the mantra is not lacking, and there are no mistakes and leaks. There is no difference in use. It ’s just that the people who painted the flags lacked experience. The curse drawn can only attract evil spirits and corpses within a maximum of five miles, but it is also enough. How can there be any ferocious ghost corpses in a small place like Mojiazhuang? .

Lan Sizhuan smiled at him: "Mo Young Master, it's getting dark, and the corpse is going to be taken away soon. It's dangerous at night, you should go back to the house."

Wei Wuxian looked at the boy, saw him elegant, well-dressed, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and was a good seed worthy of applause. The banner array is well organized, and tutoring is really good. I don't know who can bring such juniors to the old-fashioned places like the Lan family.

Lan Sizhuan said: "This flag ..." Before he finished, Wei Wuxian threw the Zhaoyin flag to the ground and hummed: "It's just a broken flag. What's so great! I drew it Much better than you guys! "

He ran away after he threw his legs. Several teenagers who were still leaning on the roof watching the lively listened to him loudly and almost fell off the roof with a smile. Lan Jingyi also laughed angrily, picked up the Zhaoyin flag and said, "What a crazy man!"

Wei Wuxian continued to walk around leisurely for two laps before returning to Mo Xuanyu's small yard.

The latch is broken, and the ground is messy and unpacked. He ignores it, picks a clean spot on the ground, and continues meditating.

Who knows that before this day of sitting, there is a lot of noise from outside to pull him out of meditation.

A cluttered footsteps mixed with crying and screaming quickly. Wei Wuxian heard a few words repeating repeatedly: "... rush in and drag it out!" "Reporter!" "Report to an official, cover your head and kill!"

He opened his eyes and several domestic servants broke in.

The entire yard is brightly lit, and someone shouted, "Drag the killing lunatic to the lobby and let him pay his life!"