Xiao Xingchen's smile froze.
The word "Xue Yang" hit him too hard. There was not much blood on his face, but after hearing the name, it faded in an instant, and his lips almost turned pink.
Not sure about it, Xiao XingChen whispered, "...Xue Yang?"
He suddenly woke up: "A-Qing, how did you know this name?"
A-Qing said, "This Xue Yang is the person next to us! It's that bad thing!"
Xiao XingChen said dumbfoundedly, "The ones around us?... The ones around us..."
He shook his head, as if a little dizzy, and said, "How did you know?"
A-Qing said, "I heard that he killed someone!"
Xiao XingChen said, "He killed? Who did he kill?"
A-Qing said: "A woman! The voice is very young, she should be carrying a sword, and this Xue Yang also hid a sword, because I heard them fighting, and the fight was bang bang. That woman just Called him 'Xue Yang', and said he was 'Tu Guan', 'kill and set fire', 'everyone gets it and punishes him'. God, this man is a murderous madman! He's been hiding by our side, I don't know what to do !"
A-Qing didn't sleep all night and made up lies all night long. First of all, he must not let the Taoist know that he killed a living person as a walking corpse, much less let him know that he killed Song Lan with his own hands. Therefore, even though she is sorry for Song Daochang, she must not confess Song Daochang's death. The best thing is to let Xiao Xingchen run away after discovering Xue Yang's identity, and run away immediately!
But this news was too unacceptable, and it sounded absurd at first, Xiao XingChen just thought it was incredible: "But the sound is wrong. And..."
A-Qing was so anxious that he poked at the bamboo pole: "He did it on purpose to make the sound wrong! Just for fear of being recognized by you!" Suddenly, she jumped up and said, "Ah yes! Right! He has nine fingers. Do you know, Taoist priest? Does Xue Yang have nine fingers? You must have seen it before!"
Xiao Xingchen didn't stop for a while.
A-Qing quickly supported him, helped him to the table, and sat down slowly. After a while, Xiao Xingchen said, "But A-Qing, how do you know he has nine fingers? Have you ever touched his hand? But if he was really Xue Yang, how could he let you touch him? Left hand, you discovered his disability?"
A-Qing gritted her teeth and said, "... Daoist Master! I'll tell you the truth! I'm not blind, I can see! I didn't touch it, I saw it!"
The thunder struck one after another, causing Xiao Xingchen to be at a loss: "What did you say? Can you see it?"
A-Qing was scared, but she couldn't hide it anymore, so she apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, Taoist priest, I didn't mean to lie to you! I'm afraid you won't let me follow after you find out that I'm not blind, I'm afraid you will drive me away. But don't blame me for now, let's run together. He'll be back after buying groceries!"
Suddenly, she closed her mouth.
Xiao XingChen's eye bandage was originally snow-white, but at this moment, two halos of blood seeped out from it.
A-Qing screamed, "Master, you are bleeding!"
Xiao Xingchen seemed to have just realized it, and with a soft "Ah" sound, he raised his hand and touched his face, which was covered in blood. A-Qing's hand tremblingly wiped it for him, more and more. Xiao Xingchen raised his hand and said, "I'm fine... I'm fine."
Originally, the wound in his eyes would bleed if he was over-thinking or over-emotional, but it had not recurred for a long time, and Wei Wuxian thought it had healed. Who knows, today the bleeding has recurred again.
Xiao Xingchen murmured, "But... but if it's really Xue Yang, how could this be? Why didn't you kill me in the first place and stay by my side for years? How could this be Xue Yang?"
A-Qing said: "In the beginning he didn't want to kill you! I saw his eyes, it was fierce and scary! But he was injured and couldn't move, and he needed someone to take care of him! I don't know him, if I knew him, I would know him He's a murderer, I'll stab him with a bamboo pole when he's lying in the grass! Daoist priest, let's run! Huh?"
Wei WuXian sighed in his heart, "Impossible. If you don't tell Xiao Xingchen, he will always get along with Xue Yang like this. If you tell Xiao Xingchen, he will never run away like this, instead of questioning Xue face to face. It’s impossible. There is no solution to this matter.”
Sure enough, after Xiao Xingchen managed to calm down, he said, "A-Qing, let's go."
His voice was slightly hoarse, and A-Qing was a little scared and said, "I'm going? Daoist priest, let's go together!"
Xiao Xingchen shook his head and said, "I can't leave. I have to find out what he wants to do. He must have a purpose, and most of the years he has been pretending to be someone else and staying by my side is for this purpose. I leave and keep him. With one person here, I am afraid that so many people in Yicheng will be murdered by him. Xue Yang has always been like this."
This time, A-Qing's crying was no longer pretentious. She threw the bamboo pole aside, hugged Xiao Xingchen's thigh and said, "I'm going? Daoist, how can I go alone! I want to be with you, If you don't leave, I won't leave, and it's a big deal to be killed by him together. Anyway, I will die alone sooner or later if I'm outside alone. If you don't want me to do this, let's run away together!"
It's a pity that after the secret that she is not blind is revealed, it won't work if she uses this trick to pretend to be pitiful. Xiao XingChen said, "A-Qing, you can see and be smart. I believe you can live a good life. You don't understand how terrible Xue Yang is. You can't stay, and you can't get close to him anymore. ."
Even Wei Wuxian heard the scream in A-Qing's heart: "I know! I know how scary he is!"
But she couldn't open her mouth to tell all the truth!
Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps came from a distance.
Xue Yang is back!
Xiao Xingchen raised his head in shock, returned to his keen state during the night hunting, and suddenly pulled A-Qing closer, and said in a low voice, "He will come in later, I will deal with him, take the opportunity to run away immediately, be obedient!"
A-Qing was so frightened that she nodded her head in tears. Xue Yang kicked the door with his foot and said, "What are you doing? I'm back, haven't I left yet? If you haven't left, open the door and let me in. I'm exhausted."
Just listening to the voice and tone, it is like a young man next door, a lively little junior brother. But who would have thought that, at this moment, standing outside the door is a dehumanizing and maddened evil spirit, a devil who wears a handsome face, learns to walk, and speaks human words!
The door was unlocked, but it was bolted from the inside. If he didn't open the door, Xue Yang would definitely be suspicious. When he enters the door again, he will definitely remain wary. A-Qing wiped her face and scolded: "Tired ghost! How long does it take to buy a vegetable? After two walks, I'll be tired?! Sister changed two clothes and was delayed, will you lose a piece of meat?!"
Xue Yang said contemptuously, "How many clothes do you have in total? It's the same when you change it. Open the door."
A-Qing's calf was fighting, but his mouth was sonorous and powerful: "Bah! I won't let you go. If you have the ability, you can kick it!"
Xue Yang laughed and said, "That's what you said. Daoist priest, go back and repair the door, don't blame me."
After he finished speaking, he kicked the wooden door open, stepped over the high threshold, and entered the house, holding a full vegetable basket in one hand, and a bright red apple in the other hand, which just clicked. After taking a bite, he lowered his head, and saw the Shuanghua sword that sank into his abdomen.
The vegetable basket fell to the ground, and the vegetables, radishes, apples, steamed buns and bones in it rolled all over the floor.
Xiao Xingchen shouted in a low voice, "A-Qing, run!"
A-Qing ran away and rushed out of the gate of Yizhuang. She ran wildly on the road for a while, then immediately turned around, crept back to Yizhuang, and climbed to the hidden place she was most familiar with and eavesdropped on the most.
Xiao XingChen said coldly, "Is it fun?"
Xue Yang took a bite of the apple that was still in his hand, chewed it slowly for a while, swallowed the pulp, and said, "It's fun. Why isn't it fun."
He used his original voice back.
Xiao XingChen said, "What exactly did you want to do when you stayed by my side for the past few years?"
Xue Yang said, "Who knows. Maybe it's boring."
Xiao Xingchen pulled out Shuanghua and was about to stab him again. Xue Yang said, "Daoist Master Xiao Xingchen, my unfinished story. You don't want to hear the second half now, do you?"
Xiao XingChen said, "I don't want to."
Although he refused like this, the man turned his head slightly, and the sword froze. Xue Yang said, "But I want to say it. After that, if you still think it's my fault, do whatever you want."
He casually wiped the wound on his abdomen, pressed it down so as not to let it bleed too much, and said, "That little child, seeing the man who coaxed him to deliver the letter, felt very aggrieved and happy, and threw himself up crying. Tell him: the letter has been delivered, but the snacks are gone, and I was beaten, can you give me another plate.
"And the man seemed to have just been caught by the burly man, beaten up, and had a wound on his face. Then he saw this dirty little child hugging his leg, so irritated, he kicked it away.
"He got into the ox cart and told the coachman to leave immediately. The child got up from the ground and ran after the ox cart. He wanted to eat that plate of sweet snacks so much that he finally caught up, and beckoned in front of the cart to let him go. They stopped. The man, disturbed by his cries, took the whip from the coachman's hand, slapped him on the head, and knocked him to the ground."
He said word by word: "Then, the wheels ran over from this child's hands one by one!"
Regardless of whether Xiao Xingchen could see it or not, Xue Yang raised his left hand towards him: "Seven years old! One of the bones of his left hand was completely broken, and one finger was crushed into a puddle of mud on the spot! This man is Chang Ping's father.
"Daoist Master Xiao Xingchen, when you arrested me on Jinlintai, you were so righteous and stern! Blame me for killing everyone because of a little bit of discord. If your fingers don't grow on you, you don't know the pain! No! You know what kind of heart-piercing screams come from your own mouth! Why did I kill his whole family? Why didn't you ask him, why did he come to tease me for fun?! Today's Xue Yang is the Thanks to the former Chang Ci'an! The Yueyang Chang clan, but I will eat the fruit of my own!"
Xiao XingChen couldn't believe it: "Chang Cian cut off one of your fingers back then, even if you want to take revenge, you can cut off one of his fingers. I really can't bear to hate him, you cut him two, ten! Or even if you It's fine to cut off one of his arms! Why do you have to kill the whole family? Do you need more than 50 lives to pay for one finger?"
Xue Yang actually thought about it seriously, as if he thought his questioning was strange, and said, "Of course. My finger is my own, and my life is someone else's. No matter how many kills I have, it can't be worth it. There are only fifty people, how can it be worth me? A finger?"
Xiao XingChen's face turned pale from his arrogance, and he asked, "What about the others?! Then why did you want to slaughter Baixueguan again? Why did you blind the eyes of Daoist Song Zichen?!"
Xue Yang asked back: "Then why are you blocking me? Why are you blocking my affairs? Why are you helping the Chang family? Are you helping Chang Cian? Or Chang Ping? Hahahaha, how was Chang Ping grateful? Then how did you beg you to stop helping him? Daoist Xiao Xingchen, from the very beginning, you were wrong about this matter. You should not interfere in the grievances and grievances of others. Do you understand? Or maybe you shouldn't go down the mountain at all. Your master is so smart, why don't you listen to her and ask her to stay on the mountain to cultivate immortals? If you don't understand things in this world, don't enter the world! "
Xiao Xingchen couldn't bear it any longer: "…Xue Yang, you are really… so disgusting…"
Hearing this sentence, the fierce light in Xue Yang's eyes that had not been revealed for a long time reappeared.
He smiled grimly and said, "Xiao Xingchen, that's why I hate you. What I hate the most is you, a self-proclaimed righteous person who thinks you have a noble character. Such a big fool who always thinks that the world will be better if you do something good, idiot, naive, idiot! You disgust me? Very well, am I afraid of being disgusted by others? But, are you qualified to disgust me?"
Xiao Xingchen was slightly startled, and said, "What do you mean?"
A-Qing and Wei Wuxian's hearts almost jumped out of their chests!
Xue Yang said affectionately, "We haven't gone out to kill walking corpses recently, have we? But in the past two years, did we go out to kill a bunch of them every few days?"
Xiao Xingchen's lips moved, as if feeling slightly uneasy, and said, "What do you mean by saying this now?"
Xue Yang said: "It doesn't make any sense. It's just a pity that you are blind, you have dug out both of your eyes, and you can't see the 'walking corpses' you killed. When they are pierced by your sword, they are so afraid and painful. Ah. I also knelt down and kowtowed to you with tears, begging you to spare their family members, if I hadn't cut off their tongues, they would have burst into tears and shouted, 'Taoist, forgive me'."
Xiao Xingchen trembled all over.
After a long while, he said with difficulty: "You lied to me. You want to lie to me."
Xue Yang said, "Yes, I lied to you. I lied to you all the time. Who knew that you would believe those who lied to you, but you would not believe those who didn't lie to you?"
Xiao XingChen staggered and slashed at him, shouting, "Shut up! Shut up!"
Xue Yang covered his abdomen, snapped his fingers with his left hand, and stepped back calmly. And the expression on his face was no longer like a human being. There was a green light flashing in his eyes, and his pair of tiny tiger teeth showed when he laughed, making him look like a living ghost. He shouted: "Okay! I'll shut up! If you don't believe it, just use the opposite trick behind you and let him tell you if I lied to you!"
When the sword wind hit, Xiao Xingchen subconsciously held Shuanghua backhand to block. As soon as the two swords crossed, he was stunned.
Not stunned, but the whole person instantly turned into a withered stone statue.
Xiao Xingchen asked very carefully, "...is that Zichen?"
no answer.
Song Lan's corpse stood behind him, seemingly staring at Xiao Xingchen, but his eyes did not see pupils. He held a long sword and intersected with Shuanghua.
The two of them must have often exchanged swordsmanship in the past, and they were able to judge each other's identity based on their strength alone. However, Xiao XingChen didn't seem to be sure. He turned around slowly, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and touched the blade of Song Lan's sword.
Song Lan didn't move, he touched the blade up and finally, bit by bit, traced the word "Fuxue" engraved on the hilt.
Xiao Xingchen's face became whiter and whiter.
He touched Fuxue's blade in a state of distraction, not even knowing that the blade had cut through his palm, his whole body trembled so much that his voice was almost lost: "... Zichen... Song Daochang... Song Daochang... Is that you..."
Song Lan looked at him quietly, without saying a word.
Xiao XingChen's eye-wrapped bandages had been soaked in an endless stream of blood, leaving two terrifying blood holes. He wanted to reach out and touch the man with the sword, but he didn't dare, his hand stretched out and retracted. There were bursts of tearing pain from A-Qing's chest. The pain made it hard for her and Wei WuXian to breathe, and they couldn't breathe. Tears welled up in their eyes.
Xiao Xingchen stood on the spot bewildered: "...what's going on...say something..."
He collapsed completely: "Who said something?!"
Xue Yang spoke as he wished, "Do I need to tell you again, who is the walking corpse you killed yesterday?"
When the sound.
Shuanghua fell to the ground.
Xue Yang burst into laughter.
Xiao Xingchen knelt down in front of Song Lan, who was standing numbly, holding his head and burst into tears.
Xue Yang laughed until tears filled his eyes, and said viciously, "What's the matter! When two good friends met, they were moved to tears! Do you want to hug each other!"
A-Qing covered her mouth tightly to prevent the whimpering from leaking out. Inside the Yizhuang, Xue Yang shouted in a terrifying tone that was both furious and ecstatic, while walking around: "Save the world! It's really laughing at me, you can't even save yourself!"
There was a sharp pain in Wei Wuxian's head. This pain did not come from A-Qing's soul.
Xiao Xingchen knelt on the ground in a state of embarrassment, crouching at Song Lan's feet. He shrank very small, as if he had become a very weak mass, wishing to disappear into this world, the original white and flawless robe was covered with blood and dust. Xue Yang shouted at him, "You have achieved nothing, and you have failed miserably. You are to blame, you brought it on yourself!"
At this moment, on Xiao Xingchen, Wei Wuxian saw himself.
A crushed, blood-covered self who has accomplished nothing, was accused and scolded by others, unable to return to the sky, and could only cry!
The white bandages were completely dyed red. Xiao Xingchen's face was covered in blood. He had no eyes and could not shed tears, only blood. After being deceived for several years, he treated his enemies as friends, his good intentions were trampled on, he thought he was exterminating demons and demons, but his hands were stained with the blood of innocent people, and he killed his friends with his own hands!
He could only whimper in pain: "Forgive me."
Xue Yang said, "Didn't you just stab me to death with your sword? Why did you beg for mercy after a while?"
He clearly knew that Song Lan's murderous corpse was escorting him, and it was impossible for Xiao Xingchen to use his sword.
He won again. Big win.
Suddenly, Xiao Xingchen grabbed Shuanghua, who was entrusting the ground, and turned the blade around his neck. A clear silver light flashed across Xue Yang's dark eyes that seemed to be dark, Xiao XingChen let go of his hand, and the bright red blood slid down Shuanghua's blade.
With the clear sound of the long sword rolling down, Xue Yang's laughter and movements stopped abruptly.
After a long silence, he walked over to Xiao Xingchen's motionless corpse, lowered his head, the twisted curvature of the corners of his mouth slowly retreated, and dense bloodshots crept into his eyes. I don't know if I read it wrong, but Xue Yang's eyes seemed to be slightly red.
Immediately, he gritted his teeth viciously: "You forced me!"
After he finished speaking, he sneered and said to himself: "It's better to be dead! Only those who are dead are obedient."
Xue Yang probed for Xiao Xingchen's breathing and pinched his wrist. He seemed to feel that he was not dead enough or stiff enough. He stood up and went into the dormitory on the side. A clean cloth wiped off the blood on his face, and put on a new bandage, wrapping it around Xiao XingChen thinly.
He drew the formation on the ground, placed the necessary materials, and placed Xiao Xingchen's body inside. After doing this, I remembered to wrap my abdomen.
He probably believed that the two of them would see each other again in a while, and he felt more and more happy. He picked up all the vegetables and fruits that had fallen on the ground, put them neatly in the basket again, and diligently cleaned the house. He also cleaned up, and put a thick layer of new straw on the coffin where A-Qing slept. Finally, he took out the candy Xiao Xingchen gave him last night from his sleeve.
Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, he thought about it, but held back, put it back, sat at the table, resting his chin with one hand, and waited for Xiao Xingchen to sit up.
But never waited.
The sky was getting darker and darker, and Xue Yang's face became more and more gloomy, his fingers tapped on the table impatiently.
When the twilight came, he kicked the table, scolded, lifted his clothes and stood up, knelt down beside Xiao Xingchen's corpse to check the formation and incantation he had just drawn. After repeated confirmation, it seemed to be correct. He frowned and thought, but wiped it all off and repainted it once.
This time, Xue Yang sat directly on the ground, stared at Xiao Xingchen patiently, and waited for a while. A-Qing's feet had been numb for three rounds, and they were sore and itchy, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at them. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and she could see things a little blurry.
After waiting for another hour, Xue Yang finally realized that the situation was out of control.
He put his hand on Xiao Xingchen's forehead, closed his eyes and probed. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Wei Wuxian knew that what he found was probably only a few faint strands of broken souls.
And broken into such a soul, it can't be used to refine a murderous corpse.
Xue Yang didn't seem to have expected such an accident at all. For the first time, a blank face appeared on that face, which was always full of smiles.
Without thinking, he covered Xiao Xingchen's neck wound with his hands. However, the blood had already run out, Xiao Xingchen's face was as pale as paper, and a large area of blood that had turned dark red dried up between his neck. It's no use plugging the wound now.
Xiao Xingchen was already dead, completely dead.
Even the soul is broken.
In Xue Yang's story, the one who couldn't eat snacks and cried a lot was so different from the current one that it was hard to connect them together. And at this moment, Wei Wuxian finally saw a little shadow of that dazed child on Xue Yang's face.
Xue Yang's eyes instantly filled with bloodshots. He abruptly stood up, clenched his fists tightly with both hands, and rampaged in the Yizhuang for a while, smashing and beating, and with a loud noise, the house he had just cleaned up was smashed into pieces.
At this time, his expression and voice were closer to the word insane than all his previous viciousness combined.
After smashing the house, he calmed down again, crouched back to the spot, and whispered, "Xiao Xingchen."
He said, "If you don't get up again, I'm going to let your good friend Song Lan kill you.
"I will kill all the people in this entire Yicheng and turn them into living corpses. You have lived here for so long, is it really okay
"I want to strangle that little blind man A-Qing to death, expose his corpse to the wilderness, and let wild dogs gnaw at her until she is smashed to pieces."
A-Qing shivered silently.
No one responded, Xue Yang suddenly shouted angrily, "Xiao Xingchen!"
He grabbed Xiao Xingchen's robe by the collar in vain, shook it a few times, and stared at the dead man's face in his hands.
Suddenly, he grabbed Xiao Xingchen's arm and carried him on his back.
Xue Yang walked out the door with Xiao Xingchen's body on his back, and like a madman, he said in pieces, "Lock the spirit bag, lock the spirit bag. By the way, lock the spirit bag, I need a lock spirit bag, lock the spirit bag. Spirit Sac, Lock Spirit Sac…”
After he had walked a long way, A-Qing dared to move slightly.
Unsteady, she rolled to the ground, wriggled for a long time before she got up, took two steps with difficulty, and revitalized her muscles and bones. She walked faster and faster, and finally ran.
After running away for a long time, leaving Yicheng far behind, she dared to let go of the crying in her stomach: "Daoist! Daoist! Woohoo, Daoist!"
The sight screen turned, and suddenly turned to another place.
At this time, A-Qing should have escaped for a while. She was walking in an unfamiliar town, holding a bamboo pole and pretending to be blind, and when she met anyone, she asked, "Is there any great family around here?" the elder."
Wei Wuxian thought, "She is looking for someone who can avenge Xiao Xingchen."
However, no one took her inquiry seriously, and they often left after a few perfunctory sentences. A-Qing was not discouraged, and kept asking and asking, and was waved away. Seeing that she couldn't ask anything here, she left and walked down a path.
She walked for a day and asked for a day. She was so tired that she dragged her heavy steps to the edge of a small stream. She took a few sips of the water from the stream, moistened her dry throat, and saw her hair facing the water. A wooden hairpin on it, reached out and took it off.
This wooden hairpin was originally very rough, like an uneven chopstick. Xiao XingChen helped her to cut the hairpin to be smooth and slender, and carved a small fox at the tail of the hairpin. The little fox has a pointed face, big eyes, and a smile. When A-Qing got the hairpin, she touched it and said happily, "Yeah! It's like me!"
Looking at the hairpin, A-Qing pursed her lips and wanted to cry again. Groaning in her stomach, she took out a small white purse from her bosom, the same one she stole from Xiao XingChen, and pulled out a small candy from the purse, and licked it carefully. Licking, the tip of my tongue tasted the sweetness, and I put the sugar back in.
This was the last candy Xiao Xingchen left her.
A-Qing lowered her head and put away the purse. She glanced at it, and suddenly found that behind the reflection in the water, there was another person's shadow.
Xue Yang was in the reflection, looking at her with a smile.
A-Qing screamed in fright, and rolled and crawled away.
Xue Yang had stood behind her at some point. He held Shuanghua in his hand, opened his arms, made a hug gesture, and said happily, "A-Qing, what are you running for? We haven't seen you for a long time, don't you miss me?"
A-Qing screamed, "Help!"
However, this is a remote mountain road, and no one will come to rescue her.
Xue Yang raised his eyebrows and said, "I came back from working in Liyang, and I just happened to meet you in the city asking questions. It's a fate that can't be stopped. After all, you are really capable of pretending, and even I can't stop it. I lied to you for so long. Amazing."
A-Qing knew that she couldn't escape, she was bound to die. After she was so frightened, she thought that she was going to die anyway, so she might as well scold her and then die. A surge of energy came up again, she jumped up and said, "You bastard! Wolf! Pigs and dogs are not as cheap as dogs! Your parents gave birth to a bastard like you in the bridal chamber of the pigsty! A rotten embryo that grew up eating shit!"
She used to be in the market, so she didn't listen too much to Xian Sang's scolding, and she spewed out any foul language behind her. Xue Yang listened with a smile, and said, "You really can scold you, why didn't you listen to you in front of Xiao Xingchen before? Is there anything else?"
A-Qing scolded: "Fuck you, shameless idiot! You dare to mention the Taoist priest, that's the Taoist priest's sword! You deserve it too? It's dirty with his things!"
Xue Yang raised Shuanghua in his left hand and said, "Oh, did you say this? Now, it's mine. How clean do you think your Taoist priest is? It won't be mine from now on..."
A-Qing said, "You bastard! Dream about you! You are also worthy of being a scumbag. You are just a mouthful of phlegm. It took you eight lifetimes to get dirty, and you are the only one who is dirty! You are the disgusting person. phlegm!"
Xue Yang's face finally sank.
A-Qing fled in fear for so long, but when she finally waited for this moment, her heart suddenly relaxed.
Xue Yang said sullenly, "Since you like to pretend to be blind so much, then you should be really blind."
He waved his hand and sprinkled it, and some powder rushed towards his face and plunged into A-Qing's eyes. His vision suddenly turned blood red, and then turned to darkness.
A stinging pain filled his eyeballs, and A-Qing screamed. Xue Yang's voice came again: "If you talk too much, you don't need to keep your tongue."
A cold, bone-piercing, sharp object burrowed into A-Qing's mouth. Wei Wuxian was suddenly pulled out as soon as he felt the tingling from the base of his tongue.
The crisp silver bells "Ding Ding" and "Ding Ding" are close at hand. Wei Wuxian was still immersed in A-Qing's emotions, unable to regain his senses for a long time, and the world was spinning before his eyes. Lan Jingyi stretched out his hand and waved in front of him, "No response? Isn't it stupid?!"
Jin Ling said, "As I said before, empathy is very dangerous!"
Lan Jingyi said, "It's not because you didn't know what you were thinking just now, and you didn't ring the bell in time!"
Jin Ling's face stiffened, and he said, "I..."
Fortunately, Wei Wuxian finally calmed down and stood up with the coffin. A-Qing had already escaped from his body and was also beside the coffin. The boys and a group of piglets arched up like a group of piglets, forming a circle, talking nonsense: "Get up!" "It's great, not stupid." "Aren't you stupid?" "Don't talk nonsense! "
Chatting in his ear, Wei WuXian said, "Don't be noisy, I'm so dizzy."
They quickly fell silent. Wei Wuxian lowered his head, put his hand into the coffin, and slightly parted the neat collar of Xiao Xingchen's Taoist robe. Sure enough, a thin scar was seen on the fatal part of the neck.
Wei Wuxian sighed in his heart, and said to A-Qing, "Thank you for your hard work."
The reason why A-Qing's ghost is blind, but not as slow and careful as ordinary blind people, is because she only became truly blind just before her death. Before that, she had always been a little girl who was so flexible and jumpy and acted like the wind.
Over the years, he had been hiding in the east and west of Yicheng, which was filled with demonic fog, and he had gone out of his way to oppose Xue Yang, scared away the living people who entered the city, guided them out of the city, and warned them. It takes a lot of courage and perseverance.
A-Qing lay on the side of the coffin, folded her palms, bowed to Wei Wuxian repeatedly, and then used the bamboo pole as a sword, making the "kill, kill, kill" gesture she used to make when she was fighting. Wei WuXian said, "Don't worry."
He said to the disciples of the famous families: "You stay here. The walking corpses in the city will not come to this Yizhuang, I will go back when I go."
Lan Jingyi couldn't help but ask, "What did you see when you were empathizing?"
Wei WuXian said, "It's too long to tell, I'll show it later."
Jin Ling said: "Can't keep a long story short? Don't make people lose their appetite!"
Wei WuXian said, "It's easy to say: Xue Yang must die."
In the enchanting mist that filled the sky, A-Qing's bamboo poles clicked, leading the way for him. One person and one ghost walked very fast, and quickly returned to the place where they were fighting.
Lan Wangji and Xue Yang had already fought outside, and Bichen and Jianguang were fighting to the point. Bichen is calm and calm, and has the upper hand, but when disaster strikes, he is as mad as a mad dog, and he can barely hold it. However, the white fog was terrifying and Lan Wangji could not see clearly, but Xue Yang had lived in this Yi City for many years. From time to time, the sound of the violin resounded through the sky, repelling the group of walking corpses that were about to be surrounded. Wei Wuxian had just pulled out his flute when two black figures fell heavily in front of him like two iron towers. Wen Ning pressed Song Lan to the ground. Wei WuXian said, "Hold it down!"
As soon as he leaned over, he quickly felt the tails of the two skull-piercing nails in Song Lan's hair, and felt relieved: these two nails were much thinner than the ones that went into Wen Ning's head, and the materials were different. Song Lan had to recover. Nature should not be difficult. He immediately pinched the tip and slowly pulled it out. The foreign body stirred in his brain, Song Lan's eyes suddenly widened, and he roared in a low voice. Wen Ning's subordinates added strength, and this prevented him from breaking free. When the stabbing nails were pulled out, Song Lan collapsed on the ground like a puppet that had cut off the strings, not moving.
At this moment, a furious roar came from the field: "Give it back to me!"