Lan WangJi's whole body was enveloped in an aura of frost, blocking Wei WuXian's face. Xue Yang threw Shuanghua to block the sword for him. The two famous swords were hitting each other, and each flew back to the holder's hands. Wei WuXian said, "Is this a call, it's better to come early than to come by coincidence?"
Lan Wangji said, "En."
After he finished speaking, he continued to confront Xue Yang. It was Wei Wuxian who was driven east and west by Xue Yang, but now Xue Yang was forced to retreat by Lan Wangji. Seeing that the situation was not good, he rolled his eyes, smiled slightly, and suddenly threw the Shuanghua in his right hand, and took it with his left hand, and his right hand shook out another long sword from his sleeve, seamlessly turning into a double-sword attack.
Although his sleeves seem to be narrow and light and flexible, they must be improved Qiankun sleeves. The long sword drawn from it had a gloomy edge, and when it was swung, it contrasted sharply with the bright silver light of Shuanghua. Xue Yang unleashed his two swords, his left and right hands cooperated like clouds and water, and he suddenly became stronger. Lan WangJi said, "A disaster?"
Xue Yang said, "Huh? How lucky is Hanguang-Jun to know this sword?"
"Catastrophe" is Xue Yang's own sword. As its name suggests, the sword, like its owner, is an ominous sword that brings bloody slaughter. Wei WuXian interjected, "This name is really a perfect match for you."
Lan WangJi said, "Go back. You are not needed here."
Wei Wuxian humbly listened to his opinion and stepped back. He retreated to the door and looked outside. Wen Ning pinched Song Lan's neck expressionlessly, lifted him up in the air, smashed him into the wall, and smashed a large hole in the shape of a human. Song Lan also expressionlessly grabbed Wen Ning's wrist with his backhand, flipping him into the ground. The two murderous corpses fought with expressionless faces, banging, banging loudly. Neither side felt pain, and they were not afraid of being injured. Unless they were chopped into corpses, they could continue to fight with broken arms and broken legs. Wei Wuxian said to himself, "I don't seem to need me here."
Suddenly, he saw Lan Jingyi beckoning to him desperately in a pitch-black shop on the opposite side, thinking, "Ha, there is definitely a need for me there."
As soon as he left his forefoot, Bichen’s sword beams flourished, Xue Yang slipped his hand in an instant, and Shuanghua flew away. Lan Wangji took advantage of the situation to catch the sword. Seeing that Shuanghua fell into the hands of others, the disaster struck straight at Lan Wangji's left arm where he took the sword. If he couldn't kill it, a cold anger flashed in Xue Yang's eyes, and he said earnestly, "Give me the sword."
Lan Wangji said, "You are not worthy of this sword."
Xue Yang sneered.
Wei Wuxian walked over to the disciples of the aristocratic families and was surrounded by a group of teenagers, he said, "Is everything alright?"
"No!" "Listen to you, hold your breath."
Wei WuXian said, "It's fine if you don't. If anyone doesn't listen to me, I'll give him glutinous rice porridge."
Several teenagers who had experienced the taste vomited. At this time, footsteps were heard from all directions, and people began to look around at the end of the long street. Lan Wangji also heard the sound, waved his sleeves, and pulled out the Wangji Qin.
Qin's body fell across the table, he threw Bichen into his left hand, his sword intent was not weak, and he continued to fight with Xue Yang. At the same time, without looking back, he raised his right hand and plucked it down on the strings.
The sound of the piano was loud and loud, reaching the far end of the long street, and what came back was the familiar and strange sound of a walking corpse's head being shot. Lan Wangji continued to fight Xue Yang with one hand and played the guqin with the other. He glanced at it lightly, and then casually hooked his fingers and plucked the strings. Attacking from the left and right at the same time, the bearing is unhurried.
Jin Ling couldn't help but blurted out, "Amazing!"
He had seen Jiang Cheng and Jin Guangyao go hunting at night and slaughtering monsters. He only felt that his uncle and his little uncle were the two most powerful celebrities in the world. Words and cold temper, but at this moment can't help but be heartbroken by it. Lan Jingyi said proudly: "That's right, Hanguang-jun is of course powerful, but he never likes to show off everywhere, but he's keeping a low profile, right?"
"Right," said to Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian said inexplicably, "Are you asking me? What am I doing?"
Lan Jingyi became anxious: "Don't you think that Hanguang-Jun is not powerful?!"
Wei Wuxian stroked his chin and said, "Hmm, amazing, of course, amazing. He's the most amazing." As he spoke, he couldn't help himself laughing.
This thrilling and dangerous night is about to pass, and it is almost dawn. But that's not all good news. When it is dawn, it means that the demon fog will also thicken. At that time, it is impossible to move an inch again!
If it was just Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, it wouldn't be too difficult. But there are still so many living people, once surrounded by a large number of walking corpses, it will be difficult to fly. Just as Wei Wuxian's thoughts were turning around and thinking about countermeasures, the crisp "click" and "da-da" bamboo poles knocked on the ground again.
The ghost of the blind and tongueless girl is here again!
Immediately, Wei WuXian said, "Let's go!"
Lan Jingyi said, "Where are we going?"
Wei WuXian said, "Follow the noise of the bamboo poles."
Jin Ling was slightly stunned, "You want us to follow a ghost? Who knows where she will take us!" Wei WuXian said, "Just follow her. After you came in, this voice has been following you, right? You guys? Walking into the city, she was taken all the way outside the city gate, and when she met us, she was driving you out and saving you!"
The strange and unpredictable sound of the bamboo pole knocking on the ground was the method she used to intimidate the living people who entered the city. But the intent of intimidation is not necessarily bad. Wei Wuxian kicked a paper figurine head of Yin Li Shi at that time, and she may have thrown it there to remind and frighten them. Wei WuXian added, "And last night she obviously wanted to tell us something urgent, but she couldn't express it. But as soon as Xue Yang came, she disappeared immediately. 80% of the time she was avoiding Xue Yang. of."
"Xue Yang?! Why is there Xue Yang again? Isn't it Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan?"
"Uh, I'll explain this later. Anyway, the one who was fighting with Hanguang-jun wasn't Xiao Xingchen, but Xue Yang impersonated him."
The sound of the bamboo poles was still rattling, as if waiting, as if urging. If you follow her, you may fall into some trap; if you don't follow her, you will be surrounded by walking corpses that can spray corpse poison powder, and you will not be safe. The teenagers made a decisive decision and ran with Wei Wuxian following the sound of knocking on the ground. Sure enough, as they moved, the voice moved with it, sometimes a faint, petite shadow in the mist ahead could be clearly seen, and sometimes nothing.
Lan Jingyi ran for a while and said, "We just ran like this?"
Wei Wuxian turned his head and shouted, "Hanguang-Jun, I'll leave it to you. Let's go first!"
The strings snapped, and it sounded like someone was saying "um", Wei Wuxian burst out laughing. Lan Jingyi said, "That's it? Don't say anything else?"
Wei WuXian said, "Otherwise what else? What else?"
Lan Jingyi said, "Why don't you say 'I'm worried about you, I want to stay!', 'You go!', 'No! I'm not going! Let's go together!' There should be."
Wei WuXian snorted, "Who taught you? Who told you that there should be such a conversation? I'll forget it, can you imagine your family's Hanguang-jun saying such a thing?"
The juniors of the Lan family said in succession, "I can't..."
Wei WuXian said, "That's right. It's a waste of time. As a reliable person like your family, Hanguang-Jun, I believe he can handle it. I'll do my own thing and wait for him to come to me or I can go to him. already."
Following the sound of the bamboo pole, he walked for less than half a column of incense, and turned several times before the sound suddenly stopped in front of him. Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand to stop the teenagers behind him, took a few steps forward, and a solitary house stood in the thicker and denser mist.
"Squeak-"
Someone pushed open the door of the house, waiting silently for the strangers to enter. Wei Wuxian had a gut feeling that there must be something inside. Not the kind that is dangerous and kills people, but something that will tell him something and solve some mysteries.
He said: "Come on, come in."
He raised his foot and stepped into the room, adjusting to the darkness, while reminding him without looking back: "Pay attention to the threshold, don't stumble."
A teenager almost tripped over the high threshold, and said depressedly: "Why is the threshold so high? It's not a temple."
Wei WuXian said, "It's not a temple, but it's also a place that requires a high threshold."
Five or six fire talismans were lit in twos and threes, and the flickering orange-yellow fire light illuminated the room.
The ground was littered with straw, and there was an offering platform at the very front, under which there were several small benches of different heights, and there was a small dark room on the right side. In addition, there are seven or eight black wooden coffins.
Jin Ling said, "Is this the kind of righteous village? A place to park dead people?"
Wei WuXian said, "Yes. Unclaimed corpses, unlucky corpses at home, and dead people waiting for burial are usually placed in Yizhuang. It's a post house for the dead." The small room on the right should be the Resting place for the guards of Yizhuang.
Lan Sizhui asked, "Senior Mo, why is the threshold for Yizhuang so high?"
Wei WuXian said, "Anti Corpse Transformer."
Lan Jingyi stunned and said: "Being a high threshold, can you stop the corpse from transforming?"
Wei WuXian said, "I can't stop the corpse from turning into a corpse, but sometimes it can prevent the low-level corpse-turner from going out." He turned around and stood in front of the threshold, "Suppose I died and just turned into a corpse."
The young Baba nodded. He continued: "It's not long since the corpse turned, will my limbs be stiff? I can't do many movements?"
Jin Ling said: "Isn't this nonsense? You can't even walk, you can't move your legs, you can only jump..." He suddenly realized this. Wei WuXian said, "That's right. You can only jump." He put his legs together and jumped out, but because the threshold was too high, he couldn't jump out every time, and his toes hit the threshold. It's funny, imagining a corpse that just turned into a corpse trying so hard to jump out, but always being blocked by the threshold, they all laughed. Wei WuXian said, "Have you seen it? Don't even laugh, this is folk wisdom. Although it looks like a child, it is indeed effective in preventing low-level corpse changers. If the corpse changers trip over the threshold When it fell, it fell to the ground, its limbs were stiff, and it couldn't get up in a short time. When it got up soon, it would either be dawn and the chickens would croak, or they would be discovered by the guards. Those who are not from aristocratic families It's amazing that ordinary people can come up with such a method."
Jin Ling also laughed just now, but she immediately restrained her smile and said, "Why did she bring us to Yizhuang? Wouldn't this place be surrounded by walking corpses? Where did she go?"
Wei WuXian said, "I'm afraid it really won't. We've been standing for so long, has any of you heard the movement of the walking corpse?"
As soon as the voice fell, the girl's ghost suddenly appeared on a coffin.
Under the guidance of Wei Wuxian, they had already carefully looked at the girl's appearance, even the state of her eyes bleeding and her mouth open, so no one was nervous or afraid when we saw each other again. It can be seen from this that just as Wei Wuxian said, if you are frightened, you will be more courageous, and you will be able to face it calmly.
This girl has no physical body, and her spirit body emits a faint light. She is petite and has a small face. After cleaning up, she is a pitiful girl next door. But looking at her sitting posture with her legs crossed, she was not at all delicate. The bamboo pole used as a blind stick was leaning against the coffin, and her two slender legs were hanging down and swaying anxiously.
She sat on the coffin and tapped the lid lightly with her hands. At the end, he jumped down again, circled around the coffin, and gestured at them. This time the gesture is easy to understand, it is an "open" action. Jin Ling said, "She wants us to help her open this coffin?"
Lan Sizhui guessed, "Will there be her corpse in this place? I hope we can help her bury her in the ground for safety." This is the most reasonable guess. Many ghosts are uneasy because the corpse cannot be buried. Wei Wuxian stood on one side of the coffin, and several teenagers stood on the other side, wanting to help him open it together, he said, "No need to help, you stand far away. If it's not a corpse, you will be sprayed with corpse poison again. powder or something."
He opened the coffin alone and lifted the lid to the ground. Looking down, he saw a corpse.
However, it wasn't the girl's corpse, but someone else's.
This man was a young man, who was put into a posture of resting in peace, with a whisk under his folded hands, a snow-white Taoist robe, the lower half of his face was handsome and elegant, his face was pale and his lips were pale. The upper half of his face was wrapped layer after layer with a four-finger-wide bandage. The place under the bandage that was originally the eyeball could not see the proper ups and downs, but collapsed empty. There are no eyes at all there, just two cavities.
The girl heard them open the coffin, groped and leaned over, put her hand into the coffin and groped for a while, touched the face of the corpse, stomped her feet, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the blind eyes.
No words or gestures needed to tell, everyone understood. This corpse, which was placed alone in a lonely righteous village, was the real Xiao Xingchen.
The tears of the ghost are inexhaustible. The girl wept silently for a while, then suddenly got up with gritted teeth, "Ah" and "Ah" at them, anxious and angry, looking extremely eager to talk. Lan SiZhui said, "Do you still need to ask Ling?"
Wei WuXian said, "No. We may not be able to ask the questions she wants us to ask, and I think her answers will be complicated and difficult to understand."
Although he didn't say "I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it", Lan Sizhui felt a little ashamed and made up his mind secretly: "After I go back, I have to practice "Questioning Spirit" diligently. Just like Hanguang-Jun, the bullets are like a stream, answering questions immediately, and getting answers at will." Lan Jingyi said, "Then what should we do?"
Wei Wuxian said, "Be sympathetic."
The major families have their own methods of obtaining intelligence and collecting information from resentful spirits. Empathy is what Wei Wuxian is best at. His method is not as advanced as other families, and anyone can use it, that is, directly invite the resentful spirit to the upper body, use his own body as a medium, invade the soul and memory of the dead soul, hear what he hears, see what he sees, and feel what he feels. If the spirit of the dead is particularly strong, it will be affected by their sadness, anger, ecstasy and other emotions, so it is called "empathy".
It can be said that this is the most direct, easiest, quickest, and most effective of all the methods. Of course, it is the most dangerous one. For the upper body of the resentful spirit, no one is afraid to avoid it, but empathy is playing with fire, and if you are not careful, you will suffer the consequences. Once the resentful spirit backtracks, takes advantage of the emptiness, and waits for an opportunity to counterattack, the lightest end is to be taken away.
Jin Ling protested, "It's too dangerous! There's no such kind of sorcery..." Wei Wuxian interrupted, "Okay, there's no time. All stand up, hurry up, and go back to find Hanguang-Jun when you're done. What. Jin Ling, you are the supervisor."
Supervisors are an essential role in empathy rituals. In order to prevent the empath from falling into the spirit of resentment and unable to extricate themselves, it is necessary to agree on a password with the supervisor. This password is preferably a sentence, or a voice that the empath is very familiar with. The supervisor will monitor at any time, once the situation changes. , act immediately, and pull out the empath. Jin Ling pointed to himself and said, "Me? You asked Ben... You asked me to supervise you to do this kind of thing?"
Lan SiZhui said, "If Young Master Jin doesn't do it, I'll do it."
Wei WuXian said, "Jin Ling, did you bring the Jiang family's silver bell?"
The silver bell is an iconic accessory of the Yunmeng Jiang clan. Jin Ling was raised by two families since childhood. He lived in Jinlintai in Lanling Jin clan for a while, and in Lotus Pier in Yunmeng Jiang clan for a while. with. With a complicated look, he pulled out a small quaint bell, and the silver bell was engraved with Jiang's family crest of nine-petal lotus. Wei Wuxian took it to Lan SiZhui, and said, "The Jiang family's silver bell has the effect of calming the mind, so use this as a secret signal."
Jin Ling stretched out his hand to take back the bell and said, "I'll come!"
Lan Jingyi hummed, "I don't want it for a while, then I want it again, it's clear and cloudy, the young lady has a temper."
Wei Wuxian said to the girl, "Come in."
The girl wiped her eyes and face, and bumped into him, her soul slammed into it. Wei Wuxian followed the coffin and slowly slid down. The young men dragged a pile of straw over to give him a cushion to sit on. Jin Ling squeezed the bell tightly, wondering what he was thinking.
When the girl just bumped in, Wei Wuxian suddenly thought of a question: "This little girl is blind, I empathize with her, won't I also be blind by then, unable to see? This effect is greatly reduced. Forget it, it’s almost as good as listening.”
After a while, the fluttering soul seemed to fall to the ground. As soon as the girl opened her eyes, Wei Wuxian followed her. Unexpectedly, it was not pitch black, but clear and clear green mountains and waters.
I can see it!
Come to think of it, the girl was not blind at this time in her memory.
In empathy, what appeared in front of Wei Wuxian were the few clips in her memory that had the strongest feelings and wanted to talk to others. Just watch it quietly and feel what she felt. At this time, all the senses of the two are common, the girl's eyes are his eyes, and her mouth is his mouth.
The girl was sitting by a small stream, dressing her make-up by the water. Although the clothes are tattered, basic cleanliness is still required. She tapped the rhythm with her toes, hummed a little tune, and twisted her hair, seemingly dissatisfied no matter how she twisted it, Wei Wuxian felt a thin wooden hairpin poking in and out of her hair. Suddenly, she lowered her head and saw her own reflection in the water. Wei Wuxian's gaze also turned down, and the stream reflected a little girl with a melon-faced face and a pointy chin.
There were no pupils in this little girl's eyes, they were all white.
Wei WuXian thought to himself, "He looks like a blind man, but I can see it now?"
The girl straightened her hair, patted her buttocks and jumped up, picked up the bamboo pole at her feet, and walked along the road bouncing. As she walked, she tossed the bamboo pole, smashed the branches and leaves on the top of her head, picked up the stones by her feet, and frightened the grasshoppers in the grass for a while. There was someone walking far ahead, and she stopped jumping immediately. She held the bamboo pole in a proper way, tapped and tapped the ground, and walked forward slowly, with a very cautious appearance. Several village girls came over, and upon seeing this, they all made way for her and whispered. The girl nodded hastily and said, "Thank you, thank you."
A village girl seemed to feel pity, lifted the white cloth covering the basket, took out a warm steamed bun and handed it to her: "Little sister, be careful. Are you hungry? Take this and eat it."
The girl gave an "ah" and said gratefully, "Why is this so embarrassing, I, I..."
The village girl put the steamed bun into her hand and said, "You take it!"
She took it: "A-Qing, thank you sister!"
It turned out that the girl's name was A-Qing.
Saying goodbye to the village girls, A-Qing finished eating the steamed buns in two or three times, and then started jumping three feet high again. Wei Wuxian jumped around her body, making her dizzy and thinking, "This girl is really wild. I understand, she is pretending to be blind. Most of these white eyes are born, although they appear to be blind, they are actually blind. If she can see it, she will use this blind person to deceive people and gain sympathy." She is a little girl who is a homeless and pretending to be blind. People think she can't see, so they will naturally relax their vigilance, but in fact she can see clearly. Chu, adapting to the situation is a smart way of self-preservation.
But A-Qing's soul was indeed blind, indicating that she had lost sight during her lifetime. So how did you go from being blind to being blind
Could it be that I saw something I shouldn't have seen
A-Qing jumped all the way when there was no one, flinched and pretended to be blind when there were people, stopped and walked, and came to a market.
In a crowded place, she naturally has to show off her skills again, doing her stance well, knocking on a bamboo pole a little bit, and pretending to be in style. She walked slowly in the stream of people, and suddenly bumped into a middle-aged man in fresh clothes, looking like she was in a panic, and said repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I can't see it, right Don't stop!"
Where can't you see, she came straight to this man!
The man was bumped and turned his head irritably, as if he wanted to curse. But at first glance, she was a blind man, and she was a pretty girl. If she slapped her in the street, she would definitely be criticized, so she scolded her, "Be careful when you walk!"
A-Qing apologized again and again, but the man was not reconciled before leaving, so he dishonestly squeezed A-Qing's hip with his right hand. This is like screwing on Wei Wuxian's body, he feels the same, and his heart is instantly covered with a dense layer of goosebumps, just want to slap the man into the ground.
A-Qing huddled in a ball and didn't move, as if she was scared, but when the man was far away, she tapped into a hidden alley, and immediately made a "bah", took out a money bag from her bosom, and poured it out. After counting the money, he made another "bah" and said, "Stinky man, with this kind of virtue, dressed like a dog, with little money on his body, you can't even shake it when you shake it."
Wei Wuxian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. A-Qing was only in her teens, and she probably wasn't even fifteen yet, but she was very smooth when scolding people, and it was easier to pick up people's money bags. He thought to himself, "If you caught me, you would definitely not scold me like that. I used to be very rich back then."
He was still sighing when he became a pauper. A-Qing had already found his next target. He pretended to be blind and walked out of the alley. He said again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I can't see it, I'm sorry!"
Wei Wuxian shook his head inwardly: Don't even change the words, little beauty!
The Taoist man was bumped by her, turned his head, supported her first, and said, "I'm fine, can't you see the girl?"
This man was very young, with simple and clean Taoist robes, with a long sword wrapped in white cloth tied to his back, and the lower half of his face was very handsome, although slightly thin. The upper half of his face was wrapped with a bandage about four fingers wide, and some blood was faintly revealed under the bandage.