The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 6: Arrogant third

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The flower donkey pulled away by Wei Wuxian is extremely difficult to serve.

It's just a donkey, but it only eats fresh and dewy grass, the tip of the grass is a little yellow, and it is not eaten. Passing by a farmer, Wei Wuxian stole some wheat straw to feed it, chewed a few mouthfuls, and spit it out louder than the saliva of a living person. If he does n’t eat well, he wo n’t go, lose his temper, bitch, Wei Wuxian was almost kicked by him several times, and his call was extremely unpleasant.

Either as a mount or as a pet, it's all useless!

Wei Wuxian couldn't help remembering his sword. That sword is now mostly displayed on the wall by the head of the big family as a booty.

Dragging and running for a few days, passing through a large village field. The scorching sun was burning. There was a large locust tree beside the field, with thick green trees and an old well. Villagers put a bucket and a scoop near the well for passersby to quench their thirst. The flower donkey ran here, and he refused to leave. Wei Wuxian jumped down and patted his hips: "You are still a rich life, it is harder to serve than me."

The donkey sprays him.

Because of all kinds of rogues, Qianmo walked in the distance.

These people braided bamboo baskets, cloth shirts, and sandals, from the head to the foot, a rustic villager. There was a little girl with a round face and a bare-faced appearance. Maybe it had been a long time in the hot sun. I also wanted to come and drink water, but I saw a flower donkey screaming under the tree and still sitting. A crazy man with a red and white shawl was afraid to come.

Wei Wuxian confessed that he was a fragrant and cherished man. When he saw this, he moved his nest, moved a piece of land, and tossed the donkey. Seeing that he was harmless, the group came to rest assured. The sweaty cheeks were flushed, the wind was blowing, and the water was fetching water. The girl sitting by the well seemed to know that he had given in and gave Wei Wuxian a slight smile.

One of them held a compass in his hand, looked far away, and bowed his head in confusion: "Why are you almost at the foot of the Great Fan Mountain, this pointer still does not move?"

This compass is very weird, not an ordinary compass. It is not used to refer to the southeast or northwest, but used to refer to the "wind evil plate" of fierce evil spirits. Wei Wuxian knew that this was the encounter with a distressed rural retailer. In addition to Yangchun Baixue's excellent Aristocratic Family, there are also many small households doing such studies in private. Maybe it was the big family that came from the countryside. Anyway, it's not like going to a clearing party or flower party.

The leading middle-aged man greeted people and drank the water and said, "Is your compass not broken, and I will give you a new one. Less than ten miles is the Great Fanshan, we can't take a long break. The servants have been all the way, if it is here to relax and fall behind, it will not be worth it.

It seems that this pedestrian is not hunting, but hunting at night.

Xianmen Aristocratic Family refers to travelling the Quartet and removing demons and demons as "safari", and because these things often appear at night, it is also called "night hunting". There are so many Xiuxian families, but there are only a few that come and go. If the ancestors are not rich in accumulation, ordinary families want to be listed in the upper ranks and become famous, and to gain prestige and respect among the mysterious gates, they must get actual results. Catch the ferocious beast or the evil of the evil side, the family can double in value, and speak only.

This is Wei Wuxian's expert skill, but he has been on the road these days, breaking through several graves, not hunting enough weight, all of them are ghosts. He was on hand with a ghost who helped him to do his best, and determined to go to Oiyama to try his luck. If it's good, grab it and put it away.

The pedestrian has rested enough and is ready to hit the road. Before leaving, the round-faced girl took out a half-green-red apple from the back box and handed it to him: "This is for you."

Wei Wuxian smiled and reached out to pick it up, but the flower donkey raised his head and bit his teeth to bite. Wei Wuxian hurry up to fish. Seeing that the donkey was salivating at the little apple, it was a blessing to the soul, and he hung the apple with a long branch and a fishing line, and picked it in front of the flower donkey's head. The flower donkey smelled the scent of the apple in front, wanted to eat it, and chased the apple that was almost a little bit. His head rushed forward faster than all the famous foals that Wei Wuxian had seen.

The donkey kept on hoofing, and Wei Wuxian hurried to Dafanshan before dark. It was not until the foot of the mountain that he knew this Fan Fei Fan Fan. From a distance, Yamagami is named after a dwarf Buddha statue with a wide heart and a fat body. There is a small town under the mountain, which is called Buddha's Foot Town.

There are far more monks gathered here than he thinks, and they are mixed in clothing and fish, walking through the streets. I don't know why, and all looked nervous, I didn't have time to laugh at him when I saw him.

A group of monks gather in the middle of the long street, talking seriously. It seems that opinions differ greatly, and Wei Wuxian heard them arguing loudly from afar:

"... I don't think there is a soul-eating beast or soul-eating spirit here, because all the wind evil disk pointers have not changed!"

"If not, how did these seven townspeople's dementias come from? Will not they all have the same strange disease? I have never heard of it before!"

"Doesn't wind evil disk have to be pointed out? It can only point in a rough direction. It's not precise enough. I can't believe it. Maybe there is something nearby that can hinder the pointer."

"I don't want to think about who created the Fengxie Pan, and I have never heard of anything that can disturb the pointer."

"What do you mean? No one does not know that Feng Xie Pan was made by Wei Ying. But what he does is not perfect. Don't you allow others to question it?"

"I did not allow others to question, let alone Wei Ying is perfect, why is your Excellency bloody!"

So they started arguing in the other direction. Wei Wuxian passed by riding a flower donkey. He didn't want to pass for so many years, he was still in the monks' lips and swords, and "every Wei will be noisy." If it is to vote for the longest-lived person in the hundred, he must not let it go. In all fairness, that monk is right, the Fengxian Pan, which is commonly used in the realm of cultivation, is the first version he made, and it is indeed not precise enough. He was originally working on improvement. Whoever taught him was smashed before he changed his nest. Everyone had to be wronged and continue to use the first version with insufficient precision.

Most of the flesh-eating bones are low-level, such as zombies; only the more elegant high-grade monsters or ghosts can **** and digest the soul, and eat seven in one breath. No wonder so many families have gathered here. Since the night hunting objects are no small matter, it is inevitable that Feng Xie made some mistakes.

Wei Wuxian grabbed the rope, jumped off the donkey's back, and brought the apple with the flower donkey all the way to its mouth: "One bite, one bite ... Oh! You want to hold my whole hand Have you eaten all? "

He picked Apple and took two sips, and shoved it back into the flower donkey's mouth. Zhengxinpai fell into sharing an apple with a donkey. His back bumped into a person. When I looked back, I saw a young girl, who bumped him, but didn't put him in his eyes at all, her eyes were awkward, she smiled, and looked straight at a certain direction.

Wei Wuxian followed her gaze. That direction is from the top of the dark mountain, Correct Dafanshan.

Suddenly, the girl danced in front of him. The posture was wild, and his teeth danced. Wei Wuxian was watching it with interest. A woman ran over with a skirt and hugged her and cried, "Ah, let's go back, go back!"

A Rou struggled to shake her away, the smile on her face, no to vanish from beginning to end, with a kind of creepy love, continued to dance and dance, the woman had to chase her across the street, running Whimpering while crying. A merchandiser on the side said: "Working evil, Ah Yan from Zheng Blacksmith's house ran out again."

"What a pity her aunts. A rouge, her husband and her husband, none of them is good ..."

Wei Wuxian strolled east and west, and sorted out the incidents that happened here from the scattered words of various people.

On Dafan Mountain, there is an ancient cemetery. Most of the ancestral tombs of the townspeople of Fojiao Town are here, and sometimes an unknown wooden body will be pitted with a wooden sign. A few months ago, there was a lightning thunder and a thunderous night. After a night of heavy rain, a landslide in Dafan Mountain collapsed, and the cemetery of Correct was collapsed. Many old tombs were destroyed, and several coffins were unearthed, and they were blasted by a thunderbolt, and even the corpse was scorched black.

The townspeople of Fojiao Town are very upset. They prayed for blessings and rebuilt the ancient tombs. Who knows, since then, Buddha's foot town has begun to appear frequently.

The first is a lazy man. This man was very poor, and he was idle on weekdays. He was trapped in Dafan Mountain for hunting that night and was scared to death by a landslide. Within a few days of returning, I suddenly married a daughter-in-law and set about family affairs with great fanfare, saying that I would have to do good deeds and live in peace.

He was so drunk on his wedding night that he fell asleep on the bed. The bride called him that he should not, only to find that the groom's eyes were straight and his body was cold, except that he could breathe, just like the dead. I lay for several days without eating or drinking, and I was at ease.

The second one is A Rou of Zheng Blacksmith's House. The little girl just booked a relationship, but the next husband-in-law was killed by a mountain wolf while hunting the next day. When she learned of the incident, the situation of the previous lazy man also appeared. Fortunately, after a while, she lost her soul. But since then, people have also become insane, dancing outside every day with a smile. The third one is Ai's father, Zheng Blacksmith. So far, seven people have been killed.

Wei Wuxian pondered, most of them are soul-eating spirits, not soul-eating beasts.

Although they differ by a word, they are completely different things. Sha is a ghost, and the beast is a monster. In his opinion, it might be that a landslide collapsed the tomb, Tian Lei split the coffin, and released the old old shaman in peace. Is it right? Let him take a look at what kind of coffin it is and whether there are any seals left. But the townspeople of Fojia must have buried the scorched coffin a long time ago and re-converged the bones into the soil. There must be few traces left.

We have to walk up the hill from the town. Wei Wuxian stepped on the donkey and slowly walked up the slope. After walking for a few moments, a few people went down with a dumb look.

Some of the pedestrians have wounds on their faces, and they are full of chatter. It was dark and bumped into a donkey rider with a hanged ghost on his face. He was startled, cursed, and hurriedly ran downhill. Wei Wuxian turned his head and wondered, could it be that this soul-eating soul smashed its hands and returned? With a little thought, patted the donkey's buttocks and trot up the mountain.

He just missed the following grievances of this group of people:

"I've never seen such an overbearing one!"

"The owner of such a large family needs to come here to grab a soul-eating man from us? He didn't know how many he killed when he was young!"

"Well, what can I do. Whoever calls that is Jiang Cheng. No one can offend the Jiang family by offending anyone. Offensive Jiang Cheng can't be offended by anyone else. Pack up and go.