The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 42: Plant Eighth 10

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Xue Yang was crossed by Lan Wangji's sword. Instead of making a wound in his chest, the lockbox he hid in his arms was also picked by the dust-proof sword tip.

Wei Wuxian said: "Xue Yang! What do you want him to give you back? Shuanghua? Shuanghua is not your sword. Why should I say‘ return it to you ’? Do you want a face?”

Xue Yang laughed. Wei Wuxian said: "laugh, you laugh. If you laugh, you can't even spell the residual soul of Xiaoxing Dust. People are sickened by you, you have to pull him back to play games together."

Xue Yang laughed suddenly, and then scolded: "Who wants to play games with him?!"

Wei Wuxian also said, "What do you want me to do to fix his soul?"

Xue Yang is such a smart person, we should know that Wei Wuxian is deliberately disturbing him to distract him and make him speak so that Lan Wangji can judge his position and attack, but he still can't help but take a sentence Another sentence. He said badly, "Huh! What? You don't know? I'm going to make him a corpse and be driven by me! Isn't he going to be a high-clean man? I'll let him kill him forever, never rest!"

Wei Wuxian said, "Well? You hate him so much? Then why did you kill Chang Ping?"

Xue Yangxi laughed: "Why did I kill Chang Ping? I still need to ask! Didn't I tell you? I said that to destroy Chang's door, no dog would leave him!"

As soon as he speaks, he is reporting his position, and the sound of the sword's body penetrating constantly sounds. But Xue Yang's ability to endure hurt and pain is different from ordinary people. Wei Wuxian has already seen it in empathy. Even if he is punctured with a sword, he can talk about laughter. Wei Wuxian said: "Then why did you delay to kill Chang Ping for several years? Why did you kill Chang Ping? You know it yourself."

Xue Yang said arrogantly: "Then you say, what do I know? What do I know?!"

The next sentence he growled. Wei Wuxian said, "You kill and you kill, why do you use the punishment of Ling Chi, which stands for 'punishment'? Why do you want to use Shuang Huajian instead of your disaster? Why do you have to dig out Chang Ping's eyes? "

Xue Yang growled in a sigh of exhaustion: "Nonsense! It's all nonsense! Isn't revenge me going to make him die comfortably?!"

Wei Wuxian said: "You are indeed revenge. But who are you revenge for? Funny! If you really want revenge, it is you who should be the last to be stabbed by the sword!"

Two beeps, a sharp cracking sound coming from his face. Wei Wuxian remained motionless, Wen Ning flashed in front of him, and cut off two thorny skull nails flashing insidious black light.

Xue Yang gave out a nightmare-like creepy laughter, then stopped abruptly, fell silent, ignored him, and continued to struggle with Lan Wangji in the mist. Wei Wuxian said, "It's a pity! I'm not fooled. This little hooligan is too tenacious, like he can't feel the pain at all, and it's all right if he gets hurt. As long as he says a few more words, Lan Zhan stabs him a few swords. I do n’t believe that he can jump around alive if he cut off his hands and feet.

At this moment, a crisp sound of bamboo poles came from the fog.

Wei Wuxian thought about the electric turn, and said, "Lan Zhan, the place where the bamboo sticks ring!"

Lan Wangji immediately issued a sword. Xue Yang grunted. After a few moments, the bamboo pole sounded in another place apart from a few feet away!

Lan Wangji continued to stab towards the source of the sound. Xue Yangsenran said: "Little blind man, you are behind me, aren't you afraid I crush you?"

Since being killed by Xue Yang, Grandma has been hiding in Tibet to prevent him from finding himself. Somehow, Xue Yang didn't care much about her insignificant lonely ghost. At this time, Grandma was in the fog, following Xue Yang behind the scenes, knocking on a bamboo pole, exposing his position, and guiding Lan Wangji in the direction of attack!

Xue Yang's body skills are extremely fast, and he appears in another place in an instant. However, Grandma also didn't run up slowly during her lifetime. After she turned into a ghost, she stayed close to him like a curse, and she kept knocking on the bamboo pole in her hands. The rattling sounds flickered far and wide, left and right, and left and right. And as soon as it rings, the dust-proof edge will follow!

Xue Yang was like a fish in the fog, but he could hide or sneak attack. Now he has to split his mind to deal with Imam. He shook his hand backwards and threw a rune, and it was this distraction, accompanied by the strange screams of the grandma, the dust to pierce his chest!

This sword hits the point. Although Grandma's ghost had been defeated by Xue Yang with a rune, and there was no sound of bamboo poles knocking to expose his trace, Xue Yang's pace has begun to be heavy, and he cannot be as ghostly and difficult to capture as before!

Wei Wuxian threw out an empty lock-in pouch and let it rescue the soul that absorbed Grandma. In the fog, there were several sounds of blood coughing, Xue Yang took a few steps, suddenly reached out and rushed forward, growling, "Give me!"

Lan Wangji didn't say a word. She shook off the dust and cut off one of his arms.

The blood spewed out, and Wei Wuxian's blood was suddenly overflowing all around, and one of the hazy white mist in front of him seemed to be stained red.

Although there is still no cry of pain, there is a heavy sound of knees falling to the ground.

Xue Yang seemed to have lost too much blood, and finally couldn't move, and fell to his knees.

Without a delay, Lan Wangji called again to avoid dust. Is preparing the next sword to cut off Xue Yang's head directly. At this moment, the blue fireworks suddenly burst into the sky in the white mist!

The flare of the teleporter!

Wei Wuxian's gaze was fixed, he knew that the major event was not good, and he ignored the danger in the mist and rushed to the past.

Where the blood is thickest, the ground is covered with wet blood spurting from the broken arm.

However, Xue Yang's silhouette is gone.

Lan Wangji came over, holding a blue light-emitting dust-proof. Wei Wuxian said, "Is that the gravedigger?"

Xue Yang was hit by the dust, and lost his arm. Looking at the amount of bleeding, it is undoubtedly dead. There is no extra energy and spiritual power to use the teleporter. Lan Wangji said: "Should be. I stabbed the gravedigger's three swords, and now I can capture them. A large number of corpses came to attack and taught him to escape."

The grave digger already has a sword, but he will take Xue Yang's body away at the expense of his soul. What is he trying to do?

Wei Wuxian calmly said: "... I'm afraid he also knows Xue Yang. The body of Xue Yang was taken away to search for a tiger charm on him."

After Xue Yang was "cleaned up" by Jin Guangyao, the whereabouts of the Yin Tiger Talisman were missing, and the rumor was lost. But now, it seems likely that it is Xue Yang. Hundreds of thousands of living corpses and corpses lived in the city of Yicheng. It was difficult to control only the dusting of corpses. Only by using the Yinhufu can we explain why Xue Yang can arbitrarily order them to follow their instructions and attack successively.

Xue Yang, a suspicious and cunning person, will definitely not place the Yin Tiger Rune in a place where he cannot see it. He will most likely choose to hide on his body. The gravedigger took away his body, and it was possible that the Yinhufu would fall on their hands.

Wei Wuxian said: "This is the end of the matter, and I can only hope that the Yin Tiger Rune recovered by Xue Yang has limited power."

He knew it was a trivial matter, and he was dignified. For a moment of silence, Lan Wangji said, "I have found the right hand of the corpse."

Wei Wuxian just remembered what they were guided into the city, and said, "Good brother's right hand? Did you find it? When did you find it? A fight with the gravediggers was taken by another group. Surrounded by corpses, did you find that right hand? "

Lan Wangji said, "Yes."

Wei Wuxian praised strongly: "It really is Han Guangjun! So we are one step ahead. Unfortunately, it is not the head ... Slowly, Song Lan?"

After Xue Yang's body disappeared, the speed of the white mist flow became faster, it seemed a little thin, and the sight was not so difficult. Because of this, Wei Wuxian suddenly discovered that Song Lan was gone. He said: "Wen Ning didn't warn him, that is to say that Song Lan did not show any intention of attack. Is he already awake?"

Song Lan's skull nails are much thinner than Wen Ning's brain, and the materials are different. Perhaps Xue Yang did not find suitable materials at the time, so Song Lan recovered quickly, faster than Wen Ning. Many times, this is also very likely. Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian turned his head and blew a whistle in the direction of Wen Ning. Wen Ning lowered her head, heard the sound retreated, and her figure disappeared in the white mist.

The sound of the chain dragging away gradually disappeared. Lan Wangji looked at him, closed his sword and returned the sheath. He didn't say much, but calmly said, "Let's go."

They were about to take a step, and suddenly, in the pool of blood, they saw something lonely on the ground.

A left hand that was cut off.

Four fingers are clenched tightly, and one little finger is missing.

The fist of this hand is very tight. Wei Wuxian crouched down, and with a lot of strength, he opened them one by one. Holding a sugar in my palm.

This sugar is slightly black and must not be eaten.

I was gripped too tightly, already was a bit broken.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji returned to Yizhuang together. The door was open. Sure enough, Song Lan stood next to the coffin where Xiaoxing Chen lay, looking down.

The children of Aristocratic Family all pulled out their swords, squeezed into a ball, and piled up beside them, staring vigilantly at the corpse.

Wei Wuxian stepped into Yizhuang and introduced Lan Wangji: "Song Lan, Song Zichen."

Lan Wangji lifted her clothes lightly, and stepped gracefully across the high threshold, nodding slightly. Song Lan looked up and turned to them.

His intellect has recovered, and Hitomi has fallen, with clear dark eyes in his eyes.

This pair of Hyosung Chen's eyes is full of unspeakable sadness.

No need to ask anything, Wei Wuxian knew that during the period when Xue Yang was driven into a corpse, he saw everything and remembered everything.

Follow up and say more, but just add helplessness and pain.

For a moment of silence, Wei Wuxian took out two equally small lockboxes and handed them to him, saying, "Hyosung's dust is long, and grandma."

Although Grandma was killed by Xue Yang, she was very afraid of him, but just now, she followed him closely, making him unable to shake off and hide.

She was shot by Xue Yang with a spell, and Wu Wuxian picked up the West Minato, and tried her best to get back some. Now it's broken in pieces, and it's almost the same as Hyosung Dust. Each of the two weak souls curled up in a locker sac, as if slamming a little harder, they would be scattered in the bag.

Song Lan shook her hands slightly, took it over, and held them on the palm of her hand.

Wei Wuxian said, "What do you plan to do, the body of Song Dao, the star of Hyosung?"

Song Lan clutched the two lockboxes carefully with one hand, and took out the snow flick with the other, and wrote two lines on the ground: "The body is cremated. The soul is safe."

Hyosung Chen ’s soul is broken like this, it must be impossible to return to the body, cremated. This body dissipates, leaving only a pure soul, and slowly taking care of it, maybe one day, it can return to the world.

Wei Wuxian also said, "What are you going to do in the future?"

Song Lan wrote: "Negative frost, walk the world. Together with the stardust, remove the demons and destroy the evil."

Pause, and write: "Let him wake up and say sorry, it's not your fault."

This is what he failed to say to Hyosung Chen during his lifetime.

Yicheng's demon mist gradually dissipated, and the long streets and fork roads can be roughly seen.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian took a group of Aristocratic Family children out of this desolate ghost town. Song Lan said goodbye to them at the gate of the city.

He is still in the dark robe, all alone, carrying two swords, Shuanghua and Fuxue. With two souls, Hyosung Chen and Imam, they embarked on another path.

Not the way they came to Uicheng.

Lan Si chased after looking at his back for a while, and said, "'Mingyue Qingfeng Xiaoxing Dust, Aoxue Lingshuang Song Zichen' ... I don't know if they are two of them, and there is no day to gather again." >

Wi Wuxian was walking on the overgrown road, and just saw a grassland, and said, "At the beginning, Xiaoxing Dust and Grandma were here to rescue Xue Yang."

Lan Jingyi said: "This time you should always tell us, what did you see during empathy? How could that person be Xue Yang? Why did he pretend to be Xiaoxing?"

"And still, is that General Ghost just now? Where is General Ghost now? Why haven't you seen him yet? Is he still in the righteous city? Why does it suddenly appear?"

Wei Wuxian pretended not to hear the second question, and said, "Well, this is a very complicated story ..."

Walking all the way down, after he finished speaking, there was a sad cloud beside him, and no one remembered General Ghost.

Lan Jingyi was the first to cry, and said, "How can there be such a thing in the world!"

Jin Ling was furious: "That Xue Yang, scum! Scum! He died too cheaply!"

The young boy who praised Grandma while peeping at the door cracked his chest and said, "Girl Grandma, Grandma Girl!"

Lan Jingyi cried loudly and was extremely morbid, but this time no one reminded him to be careful not to make a noise, because Lan Sichai's eyes were also red, and fortunately Lan Wangji did not ban him. As Lan Jingyi snotted and tears flowed, she proposed: "Let's burn some paper money for the head of Hyosung Dust and the girl of Grandma? Isn't there a village at the intersection? Let's buy something and sacrifice them."

Everyone agrees: "Good, good!"

Speaking to the village at the stone monument intersection, Lan Jingyi and Lan Si can't wait to run in, bought some messy incense, incense candles, red, yellow and yellow paper money, walked to the side, used earth and stones A brick was built like a windproof stove, and a group of teenagers squatted on the ground in a circle and began to burn paper money while burning their minds. Wei Wuxian was also very heavy at first. He didn't say a few words on the road. When he saw this, he couldn't help but said to Lan Wangji: "Han Guangjun, you don't want to stop them doing this kind of thing in front of others. . "

Lan Wangji said faintly, "Go stop it."

Wei Wuxian said, "Okay, I'll help you discipline."

He went and said, "I'm not mistaken? You are all children of Xianmen Aristocratic Family. Your father, mother, uncle, uncle, and uncle haven't taught you. Can't the dead receive paper money? Everyone is dead. What money do I need? I ca n’t receive it. And this is at the door of someone else ’s house, you are here ... ”

Lan Jingyi waved: "Go away and walk away, you're blocking the wind. You can't burn it, let alone you haven't died, how do you know that the dead can't receive paper money?"

Another teenager raised his face with tears and ashes, echoing, "Yeah. How do you know? In case you can receive it?"

Wi Wuxian muttered, "How do I know?"

Of course he knows!

In the years he died, he never received a piece of paper money!

Lan Jingyi inserted another knife in his heart: "Even if you can't receive it, it must be because nobody burned you."

Wi Wuxian asked himself, "How could that be? I just failed like that? No one would burn my paper money? Is it really because I did n’t receive it?"

The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was impossible. Then he turned his head and asked Lan Wangji in a low voice: "Han Guangjun, have you burned me?

Lan Wangji glanced at him, lowered his head and brushed a bit of paper dust on the bottom of his sleeve, and quietly looked into the distance, without a word.

Wei Wuxian looked at his face in peace, and said, "No, right?"

Really not? !!

At this time, a villager came over with a bow on his back, dissatisfied, "Why are you burning here? This is my doorstep, so awful!"

Wei Wuxian said, "Look, have you been scolded?"

These teenagers haven't done this kind of thing before. They don't know that it is unlucky to burn paper money in front of people. They apologize repeatedly. Lan Si chased: "Is this your door?"

The villager said: "My family has lived here for three generations, isn't it my house or yours?"

Jin Ling was very polite when he heard him, and stood up and said, "What do you say?"

Wei Wuxian pressed his head and pressed it down. Lan Sizhuan said, "That's the case. Sorry, our question just means nothing else. We just passed this family last time, and we saw another hunter here. That's why we asked this question."

The villager said, "Another hunter? What another?"

He compares "three" and said: "My family has three generations of single pass! I am the only one without brothers. My father died early. My wife is not married and has no baby.

Lan Jingyi said: "Yes!" He also stood up and said, "Strictly dressed, with a big hat, sitting down in your yard and bowing and arching, as if going to hunt immediately. ... when we got here, we asked him the way. That was the direction he pointed us to. "

The villager said: "Blind! You really saw sitting in my yard? There is no one in my family! The wicked ghost in Yicheng has been beaten to death and showed you the way? I want to kill you! Look! It ’s a ghost! "

He shook his head and turned away. Only a group of teenagers looked at each other. Lan Jingyi said: "It is indeed sitting in this yard, I remember very clearly ..."

Wei Wuxian said a few words to Lan Wangji and turned back: "Understand, you were led to Yicheng. That hunter, who is not the villagers here, was impersonated."

Jin Ling said: "From the time we killed the cat and threw the corpse, someone is leading us here? Is that fake hunter the one who does these things?"

Wei Wuxian said: "Eight | Nine are inseparable from ten."

Lan Sizhuo is confused: "Why does he have to spend so much time?"

Wei Wuxian said: "I don't know yet, but you must be careful in the future. If you encounter such a weird thing, don't investigate it yourself, contact the family first, send more staff, and act together. Guangjun just happened to be in Yicheng, so your life is too small to be guaranteed. "

Thinking about the consequences if you fall alone in Ui Cheng, many people have their hairs on their backs. Whether surrounded by living corpses or facing the living demon Xue Yang, the situation was shuddering.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian took a group of Aristocratic Family children for a while, and when it was dark, they rushed to the city where they kept their dogs and donkeys.

The city is brightly lit and the voices are loud.

This is where the living people live.

Wei Wuxian opened his hands to the flower donkey and shouted, "Little Apple!"

Little Apple yelled at him angrily. Immediately, Wei Wuxian heard a bark of dogs and immediately rushed behind Lan Wang's body. The fairies also rushed over, one dog and one donkey facing each other, tusks each other.

Lan Wangji said, "Tied here. All go to dinner."

He took Wei Wuxian and walked to the second floor under the guidance of Cha Sheng. Jin Ling and others had to keep up, but Lan Wangji turned his back and glanced at them with an unclear meaning. Lan Sizhui immediately said to other people: "If the long seat and the young seat are to be separated, let's stay on the first floor."

Lan Wangji nodded, and continued to walk up indifferently. Jin Ling hesitated to stand on the stairs, unable to get up and down, Wei Wuxian turned back and grinned: "Adults and children should be separated. Some things you better not see."

Jin Ling pouted his lips and said, "Who wants to see!"

Lan Wangji instructed people to order a table for a group of Aristocratic Family children on the first floor, and he and Wei Wuxian asked for a private room on the second floor. The two sat opposite and talked, explaining many details. After a while, the dishes came up and the wine came up.

Wei Wuxian glanced casually at the table, almost half of them were hot and spicy. He paid attention to Lan Wangji's lower chopsticks, and found that he moved more often with light dishes, and occasionally reached out to a bright red plate. The entrance was also unchanged, his heart moved slightly.

Lan Wangji noticed his gaze and asked, "What's wrong."

Wei Wuxian slowly poured a glass of wine and said, "I want someone to drink with me."