The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 32: The seventh of Jiaojiao

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This time, Wei Wuxian didn't close his eyes all night. He opened his eyes and held it up until the second day of sleep. He felt that the whole body of softness and numbness had passed, and his limbs were able to move. Got his blouse.

Lan Wangji drank too much last night ... Actually, it wasn't much, just a bowl. He was drunk last night, and it's inevitable that he woke up this morning. He frowned slightly, his eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes slowly.

As soon as he opened, he rolled off the bed and fell.

Han Guangjun, who can't be resentful, is overly frightened and becomes less elegant. Which man woke up early in the morning the next morning after a hangover, and saw another man lying naked next to himself, two people still squeezed into the same quilt, neither of which was elegant.

Wei Wuxian was naked, with one hand on his cheek, smiling strangely.

Lan Wangji: "You ..."

Wei Wuxian: "Huh?"

Lan Wangji said: "Last night ..."

Wei Wuxian blinked his left eye at him: "Hello, you were unrestrained last night, Han Guangjun."

"..."

Wei Wuxian said, "Did you remember anything about last night?"

It looks like I really don't remember, Lan Wangji's face is all white.

Just do n’t remember! Otherwise, if Lan Wangji still remembers that he quietly went out to summon Wen Ning in the middle of the night, and questioned, Wei Wuxian was not good at lying, and to be honest.

Fun isn't possible, so many times he picked up a rock and smashed his feet. Wei Wuxian finally found the feeling of prestige again and pulled back a little bit. Although I really wanted to chase and continue to tease him, the key words of last night have not been asked yet. I will lie to him next time to drink and continue the rhetoric, but we can't let Lan Wangji know what ugly he was. Take it away when you see it, Wei Wuxian lifts the quilt and shows him his neat pants and boots that haven't been taken off: "What a jealous man! Han Guangjun, I just took off my clothes and made a joke. Your innocence is still there, not defiled, please rest assured!

Lan Wangji was stiff, and he hadn't answered yet. In the center of the room, there was a sound of cracked porcelain.

This voice is no stranger, already heard it for the second time. The sealed evil bag that was pressed on the table agitated again, and overturned the teapot and tea cup. This time, it was more fierce, and the three moved together.

Last night, one of them was completely drunk, the other was tossed, and naturally, they left the ensemble behind. Wei Wuxian was a little worried that Lan Wangji was too impulsive to frighten him. He missed him and stabbed him to the bed on the spot. He busily said, "Here's what, come, let's do it first!"

He grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, rolled off the bed, reached out to Lan Wangji, and looked like it was going to tear his clothes. Lan Wangji had not slowed down yet, took a step backwards, tripped over something under his feet, looked down, and turned out to be a dust-proof sword lying all night.

In a small room, an army of soldiers and horses smashed up and down. Wei Wuxian reached into Lan Wangji's arms and took out a flute, saying, "Han Guangjun, don't be afraid. I'm not trying to treat you, but you took me away last night. Flute, I have to get it back. "

Lan Wangji looked at him with a complicated look, and seemed to want to follow up on the details of his drunkenness last night, but he was used to doing the business first, forcibly restrained, and converged, and he sang a song "Rest in Peace" first. ".

Three sealed evil bags, one with the left arm, one with the legs, and one with the trunk. These three parts of the body already can be connected together to form a large part of a body. They interacted with each other, and their resentment increased exponentially. This time, it was repeated three times in a row. After the three sealed bags were gradually calmed down, Wei Wuxian untied two of them, shaking off one arm from one, and shaking off a torso from the other.

This time, your left finger is facing south and west. The target is either the right hand or the skull.

Wi Wuxian is dressed like a dog. When it comes to serious business, come serious, or pretend to be serious: "I hope that the next step is to find the skull. In this way, you can paint a picture or post a message for all the big and small Aristocratic Family to see, and soon you can find out the good brothers Identity. "

But he can only maintain a few words in a serious manner, and then smiled and said with a smile: "By the way, good brothers are doing well."

The shroud belt on the torso has been loosened and the neckline is torn. This is a solid and powerful body of a young man. Wei Wuxian's remarks are very true. Lan Wangji immediately took it back to seal the evil Qiankun bag and tied three dead knots.

Wei Wuxian knew that he could not hear such frivolous words. But as before, the more he couldn't hear, the more he wanted to say. After finishing the knot and packing the bag, Lan Wangji looked at him. Although he was still expressionless, his eyes were full of lust. He deliberately said, "Han Guangjun, what are you doing looking at me like this? Are you still worried? Trust me. Last night I didn't really treat you like you, of course, you didn't treat me like you."

Lan Wangji said: "... Last night, in addition to grabbing the flute, I ..."

Wei Wuxian said, "You? What else are you doing right? Nothing, just saying a lot."

Lan Wangji: "... what's the matter."

Wei Wuxian: "It doesn't matter too much. That is, um, for example, you like rabbits and the like."

"..." Lan Wangji closed her eyes and turned her head.

Wei Wuxian thoughtfully said: "It's okay! Rabbits are so cute, who don't like them. Come, Han Guangjun, wash your face, wash your face and drink some water. Let's go downstairs. I'll go back next door No more disturbing you. "

Out of the room, closing the door, he stood in the corridor, holding his belly silently.

Lan Wangji seems to have been hit. She was locked in the room for a long time and did not come out. While waiting for him, Wei Wuxian came downstairs leisurely, got out of the inn, sat on the steps, squinted and basked in the sun. After a while, a group of thirteen or four-year-old children ran across the street.

A child in the front runs fast, dragging a long line in his hand, at the end of the long line, a kite flies up and down. The child behind was holding a small bow and arrow, while sipping and chasing the kite.

This game, Wei Wuxian also loves to play. Archery is a compulsory skill for every Aristocratic Family child, but most of them don't like to shoot targets regularly. Except for shooting monsters and goblins when going out for night hunting, they like to shoot kites like this. One for each person, whoever puts it highest and farthest, and shoots most accurately at the same time, is the winner. This game was originally popular among young children of all families in Xianmen. After being spread, the children of ordinary people also liked it, but their lethality shot by a small arrow was not better than these Aristocratic Family children. Already.

Wei Wuxian played kite shooting with the children of the Jiang family when he was at the Lotus Dock and took the first place many times. Jiang Cheng is often second. His kite either flew too far, could not shoot arrows, or shot, but it was not as good as Wei Wuxian's kite. Most of their kites are made into the shape of a flying monster, with gorgeous colors, wide open blood bowls, and several pointed tails hanging in the wind, watching from afar, vivid and abnormal, and some ferocious. Jiang Wuli painted the whole circle of Wei Wuxian that was bigger than others.

Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian smiled slightly at the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't help but look up to see what the kites flying by the children looked like. I saw it in a large round, golden, with several long spikes hanging down.

He was weird: "What is this? Burning pie? Or a monster I don't know?"

At this moment, a gust of wind came. The kite flew so low that it wasn't placed in an open area, and fell off when it was blown. A child cried, "Ah, the sun is down!"

This round golden thing turns out to be the sun. Wei Wuxian immediately understood. Most of these children are playing games that imitate the sign of the sun.

This place is Quyang. When Qishan Wen's family was at its height, they were doing good things everywhere, and Quyang was not far away from Qishan. The locals must be deeply affected by it, not the monsters that were not closed by their family. Having troubled them, was bullied by their monks. After the shooting of the Sun, Wen's family was jointly crushed and the centuries-old foundation industry collapsed. Many places around Qishan developed a tradition of celebrating Wen's destruction. This kind of game is probably a kind of game.

The children stopped chasing and got together very brain-broken, and began to discuss: "What to do, before it hits the sun, it will fall off by itself. Who is the boss now?"

A man raised his hand: "Of course it's me! I'm Jin Guangyao, and I've killed the big villain of the Wen family!"

Wei Wuxian sat on the steps in front of the inn and saw it with interest.

In this kind of game, the immortality of the immortal duo now is the most popular one. In the shooting of the sun, Jin Guangyao was undercover for years, and he deceived the entire Qishan Wen family inside and outside, leaking countless secrets without knowing it, and finally successfully assassinated Wen ’s homeowner. . If he plays, he also wants to try it out as Jin Guangyao. It is reasonable to choose this kid to be the boss!

Another protest: "I'm Nie Mingzhang, I have won the most times and captured the most prisoners! I am the boss!"

"Jin Guangyao" said: "But I'm Xiandu."

"Nie Mingxuan" raised his fist: "What about Xiandu, it's not my third brother, I'll run with my tail in sight!"

"Jin Guangyao" really cooperated and got into the play. Another humane: "You are a short-lived ghost."

Since you chose to be a certain fairy, you naturally have some likes and longings for this fairy. "Nie Mingxuan" is angry: "Golden Xuan, you died earlier than me. Are you qualified to say that I have a short life? ! "

"Golden Xuan" refused to accept: "What's going on early? I'm third."

"No. 3 is just the third in the face!"

At this time, a child seemed to be tired of running and standing tired, but also stumped to the steps, sat down side by side with Wei Wuxian, waved his hands, and said like a guy: "Okay, okay, don't argue Now. I am the ancestor of Yiling. I am the best. I think I can barely make it and be the boss. "

Wei Wuxian: "..."

There are only such children who will simply ignore the reputation of good and evil and only arguing about the value of force. They will reward their faces and become ancestors of Yiling.

Another humane: "No, I'm the three poisonous sacred hand, I'm the best."

The ancestor of Yiling knows the tunnel very well: "Jiang Cheng, how can you compare to me, which time did you lose to me? How can you say you are the best. Shame."

"Jiang Cheng" said: "Hum, I can't compare to you? Why do you remember how dead?"

The slight smile on Wei Wuxian's mouth melted instantly.

As if caught by a small poisonous needle, he suddenly got a slight tingling around him.

The "Yiling ancestor" next to him clapped and said, "Then I add another Wenning and a Yin Tiger Rune, invincible! Where is Wenning? Come out!" He picked up a piece of his feet Stone is regarded as a "yin tiger symbol." A child said weakly: "I'm here ... that ... I want to say ... I wasn't dead when I was shooting ..."

Wei Wuxian thinks it must be interrupted.

He said, "Sirs, can I ask a question?"

This group of children have never been involved by adults while playing this game, not to mention scolding, but this kind of serious questioning. "Yi Ling Patriarch" looked at him strangely and alertly, "What are you asking?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Why is there no Lan family?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"Yi Ling Patriarch" refers to a child who never said a word from beginning to end: "That's it."

Wei Wuxian took a look. Sure enough, the child had a good-looking appearance, with a loop of rope on his forehead. He asked, "Who is he?"

"Yi Ling Patriarch" scorned and said, "Lan Zhan!"

... well. This group of children grasped the essence. As Lan Zhan, you should really shut up and not speak!

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian's mouth bent again.

The venomous needle was pulled out, and I didn't know where it was thrown. What tingling swept away instantly. Wei Wuxian said to himself, "It's strange and weird. How can a person so boring like Lan Zhan always make me so happy?!"

When Lan Wangji came downstairs, he saw Wei Wuxian sitting alone on the steps and laughing madly. He saw him coming, so he stood up easily. Walking along the road, laughing along the road, like some strange poison.

Lan Wangji couldn't help but said, "... what did I do last night?"

It must not be that simple, otherwise why make him laugh till now? ? ?

Wei Wuxian touched his chin and said, "I still don't say it, I don't know if it's funny, just can't hold it back. You must say I'm boring again before I leave it. Well, I don't laugh Now, let ’s be serious. In fact, yesterday at the Changjia cemetery, I also thought of some things that I did n’t have time to tell you.

Lan Wangji said, "Speak."

Wei Wuxian said: "Oh. The guy in that wine shop said that Changzhai and Chang's cemetery were made as coffins and coffins 10 years ago. I listened very carefully. What he meant was obviously that now already didn't do anything about it. And when we came, the sound of the coffin suddenly reappeared. This is certainly not a coincidence.

"But I think the reason why the coffin sounds again is not because we are here. It is because the gravedigger has dug out the trunk of the good brother."

Lan Wangji listened very attentively, Wei Wuxian saw this, and remembered that when he was drunk last night, he held his **** intently, forbearingly smiled painfully, "So, I I was thinking that this five-horse corpse may be a vicious method of repression. The corpse-partners deliberately selected those places where the visions were to be used to place corpses.

"The reasoning is the same as that of Qinghe Nie's Sacrifice Sword Hall to suppress sword spirit and mural corpse. They attack each other with poison, Zhi Heng each other, and maintain balance-maybe originally learned from the Sword Sect Hall of Nie family.

"The left hand that was discovered at the beginning should have been suppressed in a similar way. Otherwise, with its fierce bloodthirsty, it will not wait until then to be discovered in Mojiazhuang.

"Using this vicious method of repression, the corpses and souls are cut and thrown into places that are far apart, nothing more than to keep them together. That is, when they are brought together, they are put together into a whole. There must be something that scares the corpse-saver when it ’s dead. For example, a good brother will find him to take revenge.

Lan Wangji concluded: "Get the body together, and the killer will show up."

Wei Wuxian said: "Simplified and concise, it's better to be ashamed. And there is ... I hope the good brother's resentment is only directed at the killer alone. Otherwise, after we have our limbs, trunk and head together, what we have to face is A murderous corpse with high grievances, cultivation is extremely high, and extremely lethal. "

All the way down the southwest, this time, the location pointed by the left hand was the thick fog of Shu Dong.

A ghost town that locals are afraid to avoid.