Entering the city, the two walked side by side in the bustling crowd. Suddenly, Lan Wangji asked, "How about the curse marks?"
Wei WuXian said, "Jin Ling was buried too close to his good brother at the time, and he got a lot of resentment, but it has faded a little, but it hasn't completely disappeared. It's probably going to take all the corpses, or at least the heads, to find a way to get rid of them all. It's okay."
"Good brother" is the dear brother who was torn apart by five horses. Because he didn't know who he was, Wei Wuxian proposed to use "good brother" instead. After Lan WangJi heard it, he didn't say a word, but he didn't object. Of course, he never used the word himself.
Lan Wangji said, "How much is one point."
Wei WuXian took a distance and said, "A little is a little. How should I take it off and show it to you?"
Lan Wangji's brows moved slightly, as if he was really worried that he would take off his clothes in the street, and said in a low voice, "Go back and take off again."
Wei Wuxian laughed, turned around and took two steps backwards. Previously, in order to get out as soon as possible, he tried his best to make people disgusted, and did a lot of humiliating things. Now that his identity has been revealed, he must be ashamed when he thinks about the past. Only Wei Wuxian is so shameless. Thick, still nothing. Having said that, if you change someone, if you lighten your face a little bit, you won't be able to do those weird behaviors such as crawling out of bed in the middle of the night, trying to squeeze a tub with someone, and asking if you are beautiful after putting on makeup. He pretended that he didn't remember anything, so Lan Wangji wouldn't take the initiative to mention it. Today is the first time since then that such a joke has been made again. After laughing, Wei WuXian immediately turned serious: "HanGuang-Jun, do you think throwing your good brother's hand at Mojiazhuang, letting it attack your junior, and sewing his legs into another corpse? Are the people buried in the wall the same group?"
Although he used to call Lan Wangji's name directly from the bottom of his heart and now is, but a few days ago, he called him by his honorable title every day, calling it a habit. Besides, this name was called out by him, with a pretentious and inexplicable funny taste, and he continued to call it half-truth outside.
Lan Wangji said, "Two batches."
Wei WuXian said: "Then what you see is the same. It took a lot of time to sew the legs to another corpse and hide them in the wall, obviously not wanting to let the limbs be found. Since that's the case, they won't deliberately throw out the left hand. Those who go to attack the Gusu Lan Sect will definitely attract attention and investigation. One of them tried so hard to hide, while the other shot rashly, for fear of not being discovered, they should not be the same group of people."
After he had said all the words, Lan Wangji seemed to have nothing to say, but he still said "um".
Wei WuXian turned around and said as he walked, "Those who hide their legs know that the Qinghe Nie Sect has a tradition of sacrificing to the sword hall, while those who throw their left hands know the movements of the Gusu Lan Sect, I'm afraid it's not easy to get here. The secrets are getting more and more difficult. More."
Lan Wangji said, "One step at a time."
Wei WuXian asked, "How did you recognize me?"
Lan Wangji said, "Think about it yourself."
They asked one question and I typed one. For a while, Wei Wuxian tried to lure Lan Wangji out of his mouth to blurt out the answer to the last question, but he still failed, and he was not discouraged, the topic jumped quickly: "I have never been to Liyang , I used to find someone to inquire about things, this time I'm being lazy, please go and inquire. I wonder if Hanguang Junjie would mind?"
Lan WangJi turned around and left, Wei WuXian immediately said, "Hanguang-Jun, dare to ask where you are going?"
Lan Wangji turned his head and said, "Look for the Xianmen aristocratic family stationed in the town here."
Wei Wuxian grabbed his sword sui and pulled him back, "What are you doing to them? This is someone else's territory, and they won't tell you if they know it. Either it can't be solved, and they don't talk about it because of shame, or they die. I don't want to let outsiders interfere. Honourable Hanguang-Jun, it's not that someone from Wei smeared you. You can't do things without me. If you ask me like this, it's weird if you can ask anything."
These words were a bit more eloquent, but Lan Wangji's eyes were soft, and he still said in a low voice, "En."
Wei WuXian smiled, "Hmm, um, that's fine." But his stomach murmured happily, "I can only say 'um', and it's still boring!"
Lan Wangji said, "Then how do we inquire."
Wei Wuxian pointed to one side, "Of course we're going there."
He was referring to a wide long street. On both sides of the street, there are ostentatious guise hanging up and down, and bright red scarves are floating, which is very eye-catching. Every shop opened wide, with round, black jars placed from the inside to the outside of the shop, and a man holding a tray of small wine bowls and recommending himself to the passers-by.
The smell of spirits wafted all over the street, no wonder Wei Wuxian just walked slower and slower, and when he reached the intersection, he couldn't walk at all, and even dragged him.
Wei WuXian said solemnly, "The guys in this kind of place are usually young, smart, diligent, and they have a lot of customers every day, so there's a lot of people talking about it. Any strange things going on nearby will definitely not escape their eyes and ears."
Lan Wangji didn't object with "Hmm", but "You clearly just want to drink" written all over his face.
Wei Wuxian pretended not to understand his face, so he grabbed his sword spikes and stepped into the restaurant street with golden eyes. Immediately, five or six guys from different wineries came around, each with a higher enthusiasm: "Do you want to try it? The famous local Hejia Brewing!"
"Young master tasted this, just try it without money, and come back to the shop when you're happy."
"This wine doesn't smell strong, and it's full of energy to drink!"
"You can still stand after drinking, my name is yours!"
Hearing this, Wei WuXian said, "Okay!" He took the wine bowl that the guy was holding, raised his head and drank it up, smiled and showed him the bottom of the empty bowl, "My last name?"
The guy didn't hesitate, he raised his head and became even more angry: "I'm talking about drinking a jar!"
Wei WuXian said, "Then give me three altars."
The guy was overjoyed and rushed back to the store. Wei WuXian said to Lan WangJi, "As for business, do business first, then talk about other things. Once the business is done, it will be easier to open your mouth."
Lan Wangji took out the money to pay the bill.
The two entered the store, and there were wooden tables and chairs in the store for the drinkers to rest and chat. The other guy inside looked at Lan Wangji's arrogance, and was astonished. He didn't dare to neglect. Wei WuXian had two jars at his feet, and one jar in his hand. After chatting with the guy, he got to the point and asked about the strange thing here. The guy was also talkative, rubbed his hands and asked, "What kind of weird thing?"
"Haunted houses, deserted tombs, dismembered corpses, and so on."
The guy's eyes rolled: "Oh... what are you doing? You and him."
Wei WuXian said, "Didn't you already guess it?"
The guy said clearly: "That's it. Good guess, the two of you must be the kind of people from some aristocratic family who fly around. Especially the one next to you, I have never seen such... such..."
Wei WuXian smiled, "Such a beautiful person."
The guy hahaha said: "What you said, this young man is not happy. It's weird, right? But it's not now, it's ten years ago. Go this way, go out of the city, and walk again. Two or three miles, you can see a beautifully built house, I don't know if his brand is still there, that place is Chang's house."
Wei WuXian asked, "What happened to the house?"
"What is the massacre of the family!" The man said: "If you ask about strange things, of course I am picking up the strangest among the strangest and saying it. The whole family died, and I heard that they were all scared to death!"
Hearing this, Lan Wangji was thoughtful, as if he had remembered something. Wei WuXian didn't pay attention, and said, "Is there any immortal family stationed in the town?" To be able to scare a family to death, this is a very cruel and terrifying ghost. Not every family has the same hardships as the Qinghe Nie Sect. Ordinary immortal cultivators will not tolerate such things appearing in their realm. The guy said, "Yes. Why not?"
Wei WuXian said, "Then how did they deal with it?"
"Deal?" The guy threw the rag over his shoulder, sat down, and solemnly shook off the burden he had been holding for a long time: "You know, this young master, what is the surname of the immortal cultivator who was stationed in Liyang before? The surname is Chang. The family that died is their family! Everyone is dead, who else is going to deal with it?"
The Chang family that was exterminated was the immortal cultivator family stationed here? !
Although Wei Wuxian had never heard of the Liyang Chang clan, it must not be a noble family, but the annihilation of a clan was definitely not a trivial and appalling event. He then asked, "How did the Chang family get wiped out?"
The guy said: "I heard it too. That Chang family, one night, there was a sudden sound of knocking on the door from their house."
Wei Wuxian: "Clap on the door?"
"Yes! There was a loud banging on the door. There was screaming and crying inside, as if everyone was locked in and couldn't get out. That's weird, isn't it? The door latches from the inside, the people inside you. If you want to go out, just open it directly. What do you do by slamming the door? You can't do anything if you slap the people outside the door. Besides, if you can't get out of the door, you won't climb over the wall
"The people outside kept murmured in their hearts. Everyone in this area knows that the Chang family is a great local family, a cultivator. Their master, let's call it Chang Ping, it seems that there is a sword that can fly, let him stand on it and fly! If it is inside If something really happened, even his own family couldn't be settled. Other ordinary people moved up. Isn't this courting death. So no one took a ladder or climbed over the wall to look inside. After a night, the people inside The howling got smaller and smaller. The next day, as soon as the sun came out, the gate of Chang's house opened by itself.
"In the whole house, more than a dozen masters, men and women, and more than 50 domestic servants, sitting, squatting, spitting, were all scared to death."
The liquor store owner turned around and scolded: "You're going to die! Don't work and talk about old and dead things."
Wei WuXian said, "Five more altars."
Lan Wangji paid the ten altars, and the boss turned around with a smile on his face.
Wei WuXian said, "Go on."
The man had no worries, he tried his best, and said in a cadence: "Since then, for a long time, if pedestrians are walking around Chang's house at night, they can hear the door slamming from inside at night!
"You think, they are those who ride the clouds and drive the fog to cultivate immortals and fight monsters. They have seen many ghosts, and they can all be scared to death. How scary. If you walk a lot at night, you will always encounter ghosts. You can even hear them when they are buried. To the sound of patting the coffin! Although their owner, Chang Ping, was away from home and didn't come back, he escaped the catastrophe..."
Wei WuXian said, "Didn't you say that the whole family died?"