Lan Jingyi took a look at the crack of the door, immediately blocked the crack with his body, and said in a stupefied voice, "Okay, okay, a lot!"
Wei WuXian said, "Are walking corpses? How many?"
Lan Jingyi said: "I don't know! There are hundreds of them all over the street! And there are more and more! I think those two paper figures can't hold it anymore!"
If the pair of paper figurines guarding the door can't keep it, the walking corpses from the whole street outside the door will flood into the shop. If you cut it, you will be poisoned by the corpse, and if you fight hard, the toxin will flow away very quickly; if you don't cut it, you will be bitten to death. Xiao XingChen was about to push the door open with his sword in hand, probably trying to use his residual strength to resist for a while, but a purplish red aura flooded his cheeks and he fell to the ground. Wei WuXian said, "Sit back at ease. It will be resolved soon."
He casually slashed his right index finger on Lan Jingyi's sword, blood dripped, and Lan Jingyi said, "Are you going to use the eye-pointing technique again? Click twice in each paper figurine's eye socket, and you're finished. How much blood do you have to bleed? Do you want me to give you some points?"
Immediately, other teenagers rolled up their sleeves: "I can also share..."
Wei Wuxian couldn't help laughing and crying, "No. Is there a blank talisman?"
The children of these noble families are still young, and they have not yet practiced enough to draw and use them, so all they have on their bodies are the talismans that have already been drawn. Lan SiZhui shook his head and said, "No." Wei WuXian didn't care either, "It's okay to draw."
Lan Sizhui took out a stack of yellow talismans from the Qiankun bag. Wei WuXian took only one piece, glanced at it roughly, and raised his right index and middle fingers, drawing from top to bottom on the rune drawn by cinnabar. The red blood and the red cinnabar formed a new rune. With a flick of his wrist, the yellow and red characters spontaneously ignited in the air. Wei WuXian stretched out his left hand, caught the talisman ashes that fell slowly after burning, folded his five fingers, bowed his head slightly, and opened it, blowing the black ashes in his palm gently towards the row of paper rowers, and said in a low voice: "Wild fire, in spring."
The character is gray.
A Yin Li Shi standing at the front suddenly lifted the machete hanging from his feet and carried it on his shoulders.
Beside him, a paper beauty with tall clouds and luxurious clothes slowly raised her right hand, her slender fingers flexibly twirled, she seemed to be a lazy lady, casually admiring her long scarlet nails . At the feet of the beauty stood two golden boys and girls. The golden boy naughty tugged at the girl's braid, and the girl stuck out her tongue at him. A tongue nearly nine inches long protruded from her small mouth. A big hole was poked in his chest, and he retracted immediately, poisonous and vicious. The golden boy opened his mouth wide, revealing two sets of white teeth, one bite on her arm. The two paper figurines actually started a fight by themselves.
Twenty or thirty paper figurines began to sway one by one, as if they were moving their muscles and bones. Not a living person, but a living person.
Wei WuXian said, "Hold your breath."
After he finished speaking, he staggered his body, gave way to the door, bowed slightly, and made an inviting gesture.
The wooden door bounced open again, and the sweet and rotten aura of the corpse poison powder poured in, and everyone immediately covered their mouths and raised their sleeves to block it. Yin Li roared and rushed out first, and the rest of the paper people filed out.
The wooden door closed again after the last paper figure. Wei WuXian said, "No one sucked in, right?"
Everyone said no. Wei Wuxian helped Xiao Xingchen up, he wanted to find a place for him to lie down, but found that he couldn't find it, he could only sit on the cold and dusty ground. Xiao XingChen still clutched his Shuanghua sword tightly, finally woke up from the semi-consciousness, coughed a few times, and said in a weak voice, "Your Excellency, that's... the finishing touch?"
Wei WuXian said, "I roughly understand."
Xiao Xingchen thought about it for a while, then smiled and said, "Well... it is indeed the best way to kill these walking corpses."
After a moment's pause, he said, "However, cultivating this Dao is very easy to suffer the backlash from the fierce ghosts and spirits under him. Even the ancestor of Yiling, Wei Wuxian, who is the sage of this Dao, is not immune. I personally suggest that, Your Excellency is better in the future, be more careful, use it sparingly unless it is absolutely necessary, and usually do more repairs..."
Wei WuXian sighed in his heart, "Thank you for your advice."
Most of the famous monks will take a clear stand, draw a line, and express that they are not inseparable with someone. And his little uncle, when he was almost dead, also persuaded him politely, reminding him to be careful of backlash, which shows that he is a very gentle and kind-hearted person. Seeing the thick layer of bandages on Xiao Xingchen's eyes, and thinking of his experience, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but sigh.
Generally, only young children who are not familiar with the world are more curious about these crooked ways than they are disgusted and reprimanded. Except for Jin Ling, whose face has always been ugly, everyone else crowded in front of the door to watch the battle: "Help... That paper girl's nails are so scary. , grab her and it's Wutiaogou." "Why is that little girl's tongue so long and hard? Is she a hanged ghost?" "The man is so strong! He can lift so many corpses at once, he wants to go underground. It fell! Look! It fell! It broke!"
After being pulled by Xiao Xingchen to talk for a while, Wei Wuxian took the last bowl of glutinous rice porridge on the table and said, "You are already poisoned, there is a bowl of food here, maybe it can give you some relief, maybe something else. It's useless and very unpalatable. Do you want to try it. If you don't want to live, forget it."
Xiao Xingchen took the bowl with both hands and said, "Of course I want to live. Let's live as much as possible."
However, he lowered his head and took a sip, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he sipped tightly before he vomited. After a long while, he said politely, "Thank you."
Wei WuXian turned his head and said, "Did you see it? Did you see it? What did they say? You are squeamish and cunning, and you complained a lot after eating the porridge I cooked."
Jin Ling said, "Did you cook that? Besides adding a bunch of strange things to the pot at the end, what else did you do?"
Xiao XingChen said, "But I just thought about it. If I were to eat this every day, I would choose death."
Jin Ling laughed mercilessly and loudly, even Lan SiZhui couldn't hold back, "Pfft". Wei Wuxian looked at them wordlessly, and Lan SiZhui quickly turned his face. At this time, Lan Jingyi said happily, "Okay, we're all done. We won!"
Xiao Xingchen hurriedly put down the bowl and said, "Don't open the door yet. Be careful, I'm afraid I will come again..."
Wei WuXian said, "Don't put down the bowl, just pick it up and finish it." He approached the wooden door and looked out through the crack of the door. Just after an inhuman fight, the streets were filled with thin white mist and purple-red dust. The corpse poison powder is gradually dissipating, and the group of paper figurines are walking and patrolling the streets slowly, covering the ground with corpses.
Other than that, it was silent. No new zombies have arrived yet.
Just as Wei Wuxian was about to relax, there was a very light and very light movement from the top of his head.
This sound is too difficult to detect, it seems that someone is stepping on the tile quickly, but this body method is very light and strange, and the footsteps are close to none. Wei Wuxian's five senses were sensitive, and only then did he catch the subtle sound of collision between the tiles. This movement could not be concealed from Xiao Xingchen, a blind man. He reminded, "Up above!"
Wei Wuxian shouted, "Spread away!"
As soon as the voice fell, a large hole was broken in the roof above the main room, and broken tiles, ashes, and leaves of grass fell one after another. Fortunately, many teenagers have spread out quickly, and no one was injured. A black figure fell from the crack above the roof.
This man was dressed in a black Taoist robe, tall and slender, with a straight waist, standing like a pine tree. With a whisk in his back, holding a long sword, his face is clear and handsome, his head is slightly raised, and he looks very lonely.
However, there are no pupils in his eyes, and they are also dead white.
A corpse!
Just as everyone had decided this matter in their minds, he stabbed with his sword.
He stabbed Jin Ling, who was closest to him, and Jin Ling blocked it with his sword, only to feel that the force from the sword was so great that it shook his arm numb. If it weren't for the extraordinary spiritual power of his saber "Suihua", I'm afraid that the sword would have been broken and people would have died. The black-clothed corpse couldn't make a single strike, but it was another strike, coherent like flowing clouds and flowing water, ruthless like a deep hatred like the sea, and this time it cut Jin Ling's arm straight. In desperation, Xiao Xingchen used his sword to block a blow for Jin Ling, possibly because of the corpse poison, and finally fell down and didn't move. Lan Jingyi was horrified: "Is he alive or dead?! I have never seen such..."
A murderous corpse with such agility and superb swordsmanship!
He didn't finish the second half of the sentence because he immediately remembered that he had seen it before.
The ghost general is like this too!
Wei WuXian stared closely at the Taoist, his thoughts turned sharply, he pulled out the bamboo flute from his waist, and it was a long, piercing tune that made everyone else cover their ears. The Taoist swayed when he heard the sound of the flute, and the hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking, and finally he stabbed with a sword!
Unable to control. This corpse has a master!
Wei WuXian avoided the sudden attack of the wind and thunder, and in the wrong body, he calmly blew another tune. After a while, those paper figurines who were patrolling outside also jumped onto the roof and jumped down from the big hole. The Taoist corpse noticed something different, and stabbed back with two swords with his right hand, splitting the two paper figurines into four halves from head to bottom. With his left hand, he pulled out the whisk, and thousands of soft white threads seemed to turn into venomous thorns of steel whips. If he swiped it, he would break his head and cut his limbs. Wei WuXian took time out of his busy schedule and said, "Don't come here, just stay in the corner!" After speaking, he continued to urge, and the flute sound sometimes escaped frivolous, sometimes high-pitched like anger. Although the Taoist used both hands, he was extremely fierce, but a steady stream of paper figurines fell from above and surrounded him to attack. Suddenly, a yin man fell from the sky, hit him, stepped on his shoulder, and pressed him to the ground.
Immediately after that, three more Yin fighters jumped down from the hole above their heads and smashed on him one by one.
Legend has it that Yin Li Shi is extremely powerful. When the craftsman pierced them, he would have added some things to increase their weight. After the summoned ghosts were put on their bodies, they were even more dead than one after another. It is like the top of Mount Tai. It's amazing that he smashed four in one breath, and he didn't vomit his internal organs. The ferocious corpse in the Taoist robe was crushed by the four yin warriors, unable to move.
Wei Wuxian walked over and found a piece of torn fabric on his back. He smoothed it out and inspected it. Under the torn area, he could see a thin and narrow wound near his left shoulder blade, "Turn over."
The four yin warriors turned the man over and turned his back to the sky for him to see. Wei Wuxian stretched out his cut fingers and wiped them on their lips one by one, expressing his reward. The Yin fighters stretched out their bright red tongues and licked the blood from their mouths slowly and cherishly, as if they were eating with relish. Wei Wuxian lowered his head and continued to check. The Taoist had the same damage on the left chest near the heart, the same narrow wound. It's like being stabbed to death by someone.
This murderous corpse has been struggling, with a low growl from its throat, and black blood flowing from the corners of its mouth. Wei Wuxian squeezed his cheek, forcing him to open his mouth, and when he looked inside, his tongue was actually pulled out by the roots.
Blind, tongue out. Blind, tongue out.
Why do these two characteristics appear so frequently
Wei Wuxian observed for a while, and felt that the appearance of this murderous corpse was very similar to when Wen Ning was being controlled by black spikes. It actually made him touch two metal dots!
This black nail is used to control high-level corpses, making them lose their sanity and ability to think independently. Wei Wuxian didn't know the identity and person of this corpse, so he couldn't pull the nails rashly, and felt that it was necessary to interrogate him carefully. But now that the tongue has been pulled out, the corpse can't speak even if it is awake. He asked the juniors of the Lan family, "Who among you has practiced the spiritual practice?"
Lan Sizhui raised his hand and said, "I. I have done it."
Wei WuXian asked, "Have you brought the piano?"
Lan SiZhui said, "I brought it." He immediately took out a simple guqin with a bright wood color from his Qiankun bag. Wei WuXian saw that the qin seemed very new, and said, "How is your qin language practice? Have you ever fought? Will the invited spirit lie?"
Lan Jingyi interjected, "Sizhui's Qin Yu, Hanguang-Jun, said it's okay."
Lan Wangji said "it's okay", then it must be okay, neither exaggerating nor belittling, Wei Wuxian was relieved. Lan SiZhui said, "HanGuang-Jun said, let me cultivate my essence and not cultivate too much. The invited spirit can choose not to answer, but it must not lie. So as long as it is willing to answer, then it must be the truth."
Wei WuXian said, "Then let's get started."
The guqin was lying in front of the Taoist man's head. Lan SiZhui sat on the ground with his hem neatly spread out. He tried two notes and nodded. Wei WuXian said, "The first question is who he is."
Lan Sizhui thought for a while, read the formula, and then dared to say a sentence.
After a long while, the strings trembled, and two tones like the cracking of gold and stone came out.
Lan SiZhui opened his eyes. Lan Jingyi urged, "What did he say?"
Lan SiZhui said, "Song Lan!"
... Xiao Xingchen's acquaintance, Song Lan? !
Everyone looked at Xiao Xingchen, who fell unconscious. Lan SiZhui whispered, "I don't know if he knows, but Song Lan is here..."
Jin Ling also lowered his voice and said, "Mostly I don't know. He is blind, Song Lan is mute, and he has become a murderous corpse without reason... I don't know the best."
Wei WuXian said, "The second question, ask him, who killed him."
Lan SiZhui popped up a sentence seriously.
This time, the silence was three times longer than last time.
Just when they all thought that Song Lan's soul was unwilling to answer this question, the strings of the piano trembled and rang three times.
Lan SiZhui blurted out, "Impossible!"
Wei WuXian, "What did he say?"
Lan SiZhui said incredulously, "He said... Xiao XingChen."
Was it Xiao Xingchen who killed Song Lan? !
They only asked two questions in total, and everyone knew that the answer to one question was more shocking than the other. Jin Ling doubted, "You played it wrong!"
Lan SiZhui said, "However, the two questions, 'Who is you?' and 'Who killed you?' are the simplest and most frequently asked questions in "Ask the Spirit". In "Ask the Spirit", the first and second sentences of the study are these, and the number of practice is no less than ten million times.
Jin Ling said, "Either you played "Ask the Spirit" incorrectly, or you misunderstood the language of the qin."
Lan SiZhui shook his head and said, "If it's impossible to play wrong, it's even more impossible to solve it. The three words and names of 'Xiao Xingchen' are not common in Lai Ling's answers. The name, and I misunderstood it, it is impossible that it happened to be this name by mistake."
Lan Jingyi murmured, "... Song Lan went to look for the missing Xiao Xingchen, but Xiao Xingchen killed him... Why did he kill his good friend? Isn't he like this?"
Wei WuXian said, "Leave this alone, SiZhui, ask the third question: Who controls it."
Lan SiZhui's face was solemn, and he didn't dare to let out the air, so a third sentence popped up. Many eyes were fixed on the strings, waiting for Song Lan's answer.
He just listened to Lan SiZhui explaining word by word, "Er, wait, body, back, zhi, person."
The crowd turned back suddenly. I saw Xiao Xingchen, who had fainted on the ground, had already sat up, put his chin in one hand, smiled at them, raised his left hand wearing black gloves, and snapped his fingers.
The crisp sound reached Song Lan's ears on the ground, as if it were suddenly exploding in his ears. Song Lan suddenly threw the four Yin Li who was holding him firmly in the air!
He jumped up, and once again came out with a long sword and a whisk, using both his left and right hands, he chopped and twisted the four Yin Li Shi together, twisting them into colorful pieces of paper. The long sword was against Wei Wuxian's neck, and Fuchen threateningly aimed at the children of the aristocratic family.
In this square inch of land in the store, the situation changed suddenly.
Jin Ling put his hand on the sword, Wei Wuxian squinted at it, and hurriedly said, "Don't move, don't make trouble. Compared with swordsmanship, the people here together are not like this... Song Lan's opponent."
His physical and spiritual power is low, and the sword is not around. Not to mention, there was Xiao Xingchen, who was either friend or foe, by his side.
Xiao XingChen said, "Speak with the adults, the children should go out."
He gestured to Song Lan, Song Lan obeyed the order silently, and drove the children of the noble family out. Wei WuXian said to the young men, "Let's go out first. You can't help here either. The corpse poison powder should have sunk outside. Don't run around and step on the dust when you go out. Slow down your breathing."
When Jin Ling heard "I can't help you here," she was not convinced, but also annoyed. Before Lan Sizhui went out, he hesitated. Wei WuXian said, "SiZhui, you are the most sensible, take them along. Can you do it well?"
Lan SiZhui nodded. Wei Wuxian said again, "Don't be afraid."
Lan SiZhui said, "Don't be afraid."
"real?"
"Really." Lan Sizhui actually smiled: "Senior, you really look like Hanguang-Jun."
Wei WuXian asked curiously, "Like? Where do we look like?" It was clearly two different people. Lan SiZhui laughed without answering, and went out with the rest.
He said silently in his heart: "I don't know either, but it just feels very similar. It seems that as long as any of these two seniors are there, there is no need to worry about anything."
Xiao Xingchen took out a small red pill from nowhere and ate it, "It's really touching."
After he ate it, the purple-red energy on his face quickly subsided, Wei WuXian said, "Corpse poison powder antidote?"
Xiao XingChen said, "That's right. It's much more effective than your terrifying bowl of porridge, right? And it's sweet."
Wei WuXian said, "Your Excellency's show is really enough. From the scene outside where you fought to kill corpses and was exhausted, and then later blocked Jin Ling's sword and lost consciousness, are they all for us to see?"
Xiao Xingchen raised a finger, shook it in front of him, and said, "It's not for 'you', but for 'you'. I have long admired the great name of the Yiling Patriarch, but seeing it is better than seeing it. "
Wei Wuxian didn't react to this and kept his face calm, Xiao Xingchen continued, "I guess, who you are who you haven't told anyone yet? So I didn't expose you, let them out, and we closed the door. Let's talk privately. How is it, isn't it very sweet?"
Wei WuXian said, "Are all the zombies in Yicheng driven by you?"
Xiao XingChen said: "Of course. From the moment you came in and played that flute, I thought you were a little weird. So I chose to go out and try it out myself. Sure enough, such a low-level magic technique can also To exert such a strong power, it can only be the founder."
The way they cultivate is one way, and they are all crooked ways, which cannot be concealed from their peers. Wei WuXian said, "So what do you want me to do by taking all these children as hostages?"
Xiao Xingchen smiled and said, "I want you to do me a favor, senior. A little favor."
His mother's junior brother actually called him senior, this generation is too messy. Wei Wuxian was in a hurry when he saw Xiao Xingchen took out a spirit lock bag, placed it on the table, and said, "Please."
Wei WuXian put his hand on the surface of the spirit-locking bag, felt his pulse for a while, and said, "Who's soul? It's broken like this, the paste can't be mashed up, and there's only one breath left."
Xiao XingChen said, "If this person's soul sticks together so easily, then what should I do for your help?"
Wei WuXian withdrew his hand and said, "You want me to mend this soul? With all due respect, there are really too few souls in it. Besides, this person should have suffered a lot in his life. I committed suicide, and I don’t want to return to this world. If a soul has no desire to survive, then 90% of it cannot be saved. If I guessed correctly, this soul was forcibly spliced together. Once it leaves the lock spirit The sac may dissipate at any time. You must be aware of this."
Xiao XingChen said: "I don't know. I don't care. If you don't help, you have to help. Seniors, don't forget, the group of children you brought are all looking at you outside the door, waiting for you to take them out of danger. "
The tone of his speech was very strange, it sounded affectionate, and a little sweet, but there was an unprovoked ferocity. It seems that the last moment I called you a brother and a senior, and the next moment I can turn my face and kill the killer. Wei WuXian smiled and said, "Your Excellency is also better than seeing it once you hear it. Xue Yang, you are such a rascal, why do you pretend to be a Taoist priest?"
After a pause, "Xiao XingChen" raised his hand and took off the bandages on his eyes.
The bandages fell layer by layer, revealing a pair of eyes as bright as stars.
Perfect eyes.
This is a young and flattering face, which can be said to be handsome, but the pair of tiger teeth that are exposed when he smiles are so cute that they are almost childish, and the ferocity and wildness in his eyes are hidden invisibly.
Xue Yang threw the bandage aside and said, "Oh, you found out."
Wei WuXian said, "Deliberately pretending to be frightened by the pain makes people feel embarrassed to take off your bandage for inspection; deliberately show Shuanghua a part; deliberately say that he is a wandering Taoist. Not only will he use bitter tactics, he will also use The sympathy of human beings is so well-played that it is elegant and righteous. If it weren't for the fact that you shouldn't understand and know too many things, I really believe that you are Xiao Xingchen."
Moreover, in "Ask the Spirit", Song Lan answered the last two questions, one was "Xiao Xingchen" and the other was "the person behind you".
If "the person behind you" is also Xiao Xingchen, there is no reason why Song Lan has to change his expression.
Unless, "Xiao Xingchen" and "the people behind you" are not the same person at all. Song Lan wanted to remind them that this person was dangerous, but he answered Xue Yang directly, fearing that they would not recognize Xue Yang, so he had no choice but to do so.
Xue Yang smiled and said: "Who made him a good reputation, and I have a bad reputation? Of course, if you pretend to be him, it will be easier to gain the trust of others."
Wei Wuxian said, "The acting is superb."
Xue Yang said, "Where is it? I have a famous friend, and that's called superb acting. I'm ashamed of myself. Well, stop talking nonsense, Senior Wei, you must help me with this."
Wei WuXian said, "You made the black spikes that controlled Song Lan and Wen Ning, right? You can restore half of the Yin Tiger Talisman to repair a soul, so why do you need my help?"
Xue Yang said: "This is different. You are the pioneer. If you don't make the first half of the Yin Tiger Talisman, I can't make the second half by myself. Of course you are better than me. So if I can't do it, you must can do."
I really don't understand why people I don't know have an inexplicable confidence in his place. Wei Wuxian rubbed his chin, wondering if it was time to praise each other as a courtesy, and said, "You are being modest."
Xue Yang said: "This is not humility, it is a fact. I never like to talk rhetorically. If I say I want to kill a person's whole family, then it must be the whole family, not even a dog will be left behind."
Wei WuXian said, "Like the Yueyang Chang clan?"
Before Xue Yang could answer, the door was suddenly smashed open, and a black figure flew in.
Wei Wuxian and Xue Yang stepped back at the same time and left the square table. Xue Yang quickly snatched the spirit lock bag. Song Lan lightly supported the table with one hand, flipped it up in the air, landed on the table, and lost strength, then suddenly raised his head and looked at the door, black bloodshots crawling up his cheeks.
Wen Ning dragged an iron chain all over his body, and with a white fog and black wind, he broke through the door.
As early as when he played the first flute, Wei Wuxian had already issued an order to summon Wen Ning. He said to Wen Ning, "Go out and fight, don't smash it. Be optimistic about the living and don't let other walking corpses approach."
Wen Ning raised his right hand, and a chain was thrown over. Song Lan raised the whisk to greet him, and the two objects struck each other, twisting them together. Wen Ning dragged the chain back, but Song Lan didn't let go, so he was dragged out the door. The disciples of the various families have already hid in another shop next to the house, stretching their necks and staring intently. Dust whisks, iron cables, long swords, clinking, sparks flying everywhere. I just feel that the fight between these two corpses is really fierce. The tricks are ruthless, and the fists reach the flesh. Only the corpses can fight so brutally. If two living people fought like this, they would already be short of arms and legs, and their brains would burst. !
Xue Yang said, "Guess who will win?"
Wei WuXian said, "Need to guess? Wen Ning must win."
Xue Yang said, "It's a pity that I put so many stabbing nails on him, but he still refuses to obey. Some things are too self-confessing and it's a headache."
Wei Wuxian said indifferently, "Wen Ning is not a thing."
Xue Yang laughed and said, "Don't you see any ambiguity in what you said?" When he said the word "yes", he suddenly drew his sword and stabbed. Wei Wuxian dodged and said, "Do you often sneak attack halfway through your words?"
Xue Yang said in surprise, "Of course. I'm a hooligan? You didn't know that. I don't want to kill you, I just want you to be immobilized. Go back with me first and slowly help me repair this soul."
Wei WuXian said, "It's said that I can't do anything."
Xue Yang said, "Don't be in such a hurry to refuse. You alone have no clue. We can discuss it." Before he finished speaking this time, he struck again. Wei Wuxian dodged and avoided among the scraps of paper figurines all over the floor, thinking to himself, "This little rascal is really good at it." Seeing that Xue Yang's sword was getting faster and faster, and the stabs were getting more and more tricky and vicious, he couldn't bear it. She said, "Are you bullying me with low physical and spiritual power?"
Xue Yang said, "Yes!"
Wei WuXian finally met someone who was even more shameless than him, so he grinned back and said, "It's better to offend a hero than a rogue. I'm talking about you. If you don't fight you, let someone else."
Xue Yang smiled and said: "Who is it? Is that Hanguang-Jun? I sent more than 300 walking corpses to flank him. He..."
Before he finished speaking, a white robe descended from the sky, a blue light that was icy and clear to avoid dust, and attacked him head-on.