The few teenagers over there were also just starting out, and they all looked nervous, but they still strictly followed their directions to guard the Mo house, and affixed talismans inside and outside the main room. The domestic servant, A-Tong, had already been carried into the hall. Lan SiZhui held his pulse with his left hand and pushed Mrs. Mo's vest with his right hand. Both sides could not be treated in time.
A Ding said with an "ah": "A Tong, you are awake!"
Before she had time to look happy, she saw Ah Tong raised her left hand and grabbed her neck.
Seeing this, Lan SiZhui took three consecutive shots on several of his acupuncture points. Wei Wuxian knew that although the people in their family were looking at Si Wen, their arms were not at all gentle. With this way of shooting, no one would be able to move immediately, but Ah Tong didn't seem to know it. More and more painful. When Lan Jingyi broke his left hand, it seemed like he was breaking a piece of iron, and he didn't move at all. It didn't take a while, with a "click", A Tong's head tilted down, and his hand was released. However, the neck bone has been broken.
He actually strangled himself to death in front of everyone!
Seeing this situation, A Ding trembled: "...Ghost! There is an invisible ghost here, and A Tong strangled himself to death!"
Her voice was shrill and shrill, which made others horrified, and suddenly believed it. Wei Wuxian's judgment was just the opposite: not a ghost.
He has seen the talismans chosen by these youngsters. They are all against spirits, and the entire East Hall can be described as airtight. If it is really a ghost, if you enter the East Hall, the talisman will automatically burn out a green fire, not as it is now. Generally silent.
It's not that these children are slow to respond, but that the comers are really cruel. Xuanmen has strict standards for the word "special ghost". If one kills one person every month and continues to haunt it for three months, it can already be classified as a serious ghost. This standard was set by Wei Wuxian, and it is probably still in use today. He is the best at dealing with this kind of thing. From what he sees, killing one person in seven days can be regarded as a serious ghost. This thing kills three people in a row, and the interval is so short, even a famous cultivator can't immediately come up with a countermeasure, not to mention that this is only a group of juniors who have just debuted.
As he was thinking so, the fire flashed, and a gloomy wind blew. All the lanterns and candles in the entire courtyard and the East Hall were extinguished.
The moment the lights went out, screams came and went, men and women shoved, fell and fled. Lan Jingyi shouted, "Stand on the spot, don't run around! Whoever runs will catch whoever!"
This is not an alarmist. It is the nature of evil spirits to make trouble in the dark and fish in troubled waters. It is extremely dangerous to be alone or to be in chaos at such a time. However, the souls are flying to the sky, and how can they hear clearly and hear? It doesn't take a moment for the East Hall to quiet down. Except for the slight breathing, it is the slight sobbing. I'm afraid there are not many left.
In the darkness, a fire suddenly lit up, and it was Lan SiZhui who ignited an open flame talisman.
The flame of the open fire talisman would not be blown out by the evil wind. He held the talisman to re-light the candle, while the remaining teenagers went to appease the others. As soon as the fire lit up, Wei Wuxian inadvertently glanced at his wrist, and another wound healed.
Looking at it, he suddenly realized that the number of scars was wrong.
Originally, he had two scars on his left and right wrists. When Mo Ziyuan died, he was healed together; when his father died, he was healed again; when his servant Atong died, he was healed again. In this way, there should be three wounds healed, and only the last wound with the deepest traces and the deepest hatred remains.
But now his wrist is empty, not a single one is left.
Wei Wuxian believed that Mrs. Mo would definitely be the object of Mo Xuanyu's revenge. The longest and deepest wound was reserved for her. And it actually disappeared.
Is it that Mo Xuanyu suddenly looked away and gave up his resentment? That is impossible. His soul had long since been sacrificed as the price for summoning Wei Wuxian. To heal the wound, unless Mrs. Mo dies.
His eyes slowly moved away, and moved to Mrs. Mo, who had just woken up and was surrounded by the crowd, her face as pale as paper.
Unless she is already dead.
Wei Wuxian could be sure that something was already attached to Mrs. Mo. If this thing is not a soul body, what is it
Suddenly, A Ding cried: "Hand... hand, A Tong's left hand!"
Lan SiZhui moved the fire talisman over A Tong's body. Sure enough, his left hand also disappeared.
Left hand!
In the flash of light and flint, Wei Wuxian's eyes were bright, and the haunted object and the disappearing left arm were connected in a line. He suddenly burst out laughing. Lan Jingyi said angrily, "This fool, he can still laugh at this time!" But again, since he was a fool, why bother with him
Wei WuXian grabbed his sleeve and shook his head, "No, no!"
Lan Jingyi irritably pulled back her sleeves: "Nothing? Aren't you a fool? Stop making trouble! No one has time to talk to you."
Wei WuXian pointed to the corpses of Father Mo and Ah Tong on the ground, "It's not them."
Lan SiZhui stopped Lan JingYi, who was about to get angry, and asked, "What do you mean when you say 'this is not them'?"
Wei Wuxian said solemnly, "This is not Mo Ziyuan's father, and that is not A Tong."
The more awe-inspiring his face is now, the more serious it is, the more people feel that he is really sick. But this sentence was horrifying to hear in the faint candlelight. Lan Sizhui was stunned, and couldn't help but ask, "Why?"
Wei Wuxian proudly said, "Hands, they are not left-handed, they always hit me with the right hand, I still know that."
Lan Jingyi spat unbearably, "How proud are you! Let's see how proud you are!"
Lan SiZhui broke out in a cold sweat. Recall: Ah Tong strangled himself with his left hand. When Mrs. Mo's husband pushed his wife down, he also used his left hand.
However, during the day when Mo Xuanyu was making a fuss in the East Hall, the two men rushed to arrest people and drive them away, and they were both right-handed. It's not like both of them suddenly became left-handed before dying.
Although I don't know what the reason is, if you want to find out what is causing the trouble, you must start with the "left hand". Lan Sizhui figured out this section, and was slightly surprised. He glanced at Wei Wuxian and couldn't help thinking, "He suddenly said this, it's really...not a coincidence."
Wei Wuxian just grinned, knowing that the hint was too deliberate, but he couldn't do anything about it. Fortunately, Lan SiZhui didn't pursue it, thinking, "In any case, since Young Master Mo is willing to remind me, it's probably not malicious." He looked away from him and swept over the man who had just fainted from crying. Ading, fell on Mrs. Mo.
His eyes went down from her face, all the way to her hands. The arms drooped flat, most of them hidden in the sleeves, only the small half of the fingers were exposed. The fingers of the right hand are white and slender, and they are the hands of a woman who is pampered and not doing any work.
However, the fingers of her left hand were slightly longer and thicker than those of her right hand. Knuckles twitched, full of strength.
Where is the hand that should grow on a woman - it's clearly a man's hand!
Lan SiZhui shouted, "Hold her down!"
Several teenagers had already twisted Mrs. Mo, Lan SiZhui said "offend", flipping a talisman and about to take a picture, Mrs. Mo's left hand turned around at an incredible angle and grabbed towards his throat.
A living man's arm is to be twisted like this, unless the bone is broken. And she shot so fast that she was about to grab his neck. At this moment, Lan Jingyi shouted "Ah yo" and rushed in front of Lan SiZhui to help him block the grab.
Seeing a flash of fire, just as that arm grabbed Lan Jingyi's shoulder, clumps of green flames appeared on the arm, and immediately let go of the five fingers. Lan Sizhui escaped, and just as he was about to thank Lan Jingyi for saving his life, he saw that half of the latter's school uniform had been burnt to ashes, and was extremely embarrassed. "What are you kicking me for, you madman, you want to kill me?!"
Wei Wuxian hugged his head and ran away, "I didn't kick it!"
That's what he kicked. The inner side of the blue school uniform is embroidered with dense mantras with fine threads of the same color, which has the miraculous effect of protecting one's body and life. However, when it comes to such a powerful one, it can only be voided after one use. In a hurry, he could only kick Lan Jingyi and let him use his body to help Lan SiZhui protect his neck. Lan Jingyi wanted to scold again, but Madam Mo fell to the ground, the flesh and blood on her face was sucked up to the point that only a layer of skin was attached to a skull. The arm of the man that did not belong to her fell off her left shoulder, and the five fingers were still flexed and stretched freely, as if moving bones and muscles, and the beating of blood and veins on it could be clearly seen.
This thing is the evil thing that was summoned by the Zhaoyin Banner.
Dismembering the body is the standard tragic death, which is slightly more respectable than Wei Wuxian's way of dying, but not too respectable. Unlike the case of being broken into powder, the body parts will be contaminated with the resentment of part of the deceased, eager to return to another body, eager to die completely, so it will try to find other parts of the body. If you find it, you may rest in peace from now on, or you may be even more troubled. And if you can't find it, this part of the body can only be the next best thing.
How to settle for the next best thing? Find the body of a living person to make do with it.
Just like this left hand: eat the left hand of the living person and replace it. After draining the essence and flesh of the living person, abandon the body and continue to search for the next parasitic container until the rest of the body is found.
Once this arm is on the body, the parasitized person will be killed immediately, but before the flesh and blood of the whole body is sucked up, they can still walk as usual under its control, as if they are still alive. After it was summoned, the first container it found was Mo Ziyuan. The second container is Mo Ziyuan's father. When Mrs. Mo asked her husband to get out, he pushed her back uncharacteristically. Wei Wuxian originally thought that it was because he was grieving over the death of his son and was tired of his wife's arrogance. But thinking about it now, that's not what a father who just lost his son should look like. It wasn't heartbroken Muran, but dead silence, the silence of the dead.
The third container is Astro Boy. The fourth container is Mrs. Mo. Taking advantage of the chaos when the lights went out, the ghost hand was transferred to her. When Madam Mo died, the last scar on Wei Wuxian's wrist disappeared.
Seeing that the talisman didn't work, but the clothes did, the youths from the Lan family took off their coats and threw them out, covering their left hand, like a thick white cocoon covering it. After a while, the white-clothed group burst into flames, and the green flames soared into the sky. Although it worked for a while, it didn't take long for the school uniform to burn out, and the hand would still emerge from the ashes. While no one was paying attention, Wei Wuxian went straight to the west courtyard.
There were as many as ten walking corpses that were captured by the teenagers standing silently in the courtyard. The incantation to seal them was painted on the ground, and Wei Wuxian kicked one of the characters, destroying the entire formation, and high fives twice. The walking corpses were shocked, and the whites of their eyes suddenly rolled up, as if they were awakened by a sound of thunder.
Wei WuXian said, "Get up. Work!"
He did not need any complicated incantations and summons to drive the corpse puppet, just the most common and straightforward commands. The walking corpse standing in front trembled and struggled to move a few steps. However, as soon as he got close to Wei Wuxian, his legs were so weak that he fell to the ground like a living person.
Wei Wuxian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and clapped his hands twice, this time much lighter. But this group of walking corpses were probably born in Mojiazhuang and died in Mojiazhuang. They haven't seen much of the world. They instinctively want to obey the order of the caller, but they are inexplicably afraid of the person who issued the order, and they lie on the ground and whine. dare not get up.
The more ferocious the evil spirits are, the more easily Wei Wuxian can drive them. These walking corpses had never been trained by him, and could not bear his direct control. He had no materials on hand, so he could not immediately make alleviating props, and he could not even make do with them. Seeing that the green flames in the east courtyard gradually dimmed, suddenly, Wei Wuxian's heart lit up.
Why do you need to come out to find a dead man with a lot of resentment, cruelty and viciousness? !
There is one in the East Hall, and there is more than one!
He flashed back to the East Court. Lan SiZhui had a plan to make him poor, and he used another plan. He pulled out his long swords and inserted them into the ground to form a sword fence. The ghost hand was ramming around in the sword fence. They did their best to keep the hilt of the sword from breaking out, and they didn't even have time to notice who was going in and out. Wei Wuxian stepped into the East Hall, and he picked up the bodies of Madam Mo and Mo Ziyuan, and shouted in a low voice, "I'm still awake!"
Call it out, and immediately return to the soul!
Moments later, Mrs. Mo and Mo Ziyuan rolled their eyes, and their mouths let out the sharp whistling that is characteristic of ghosts returning to their souls.
In a high and low scream, the other corpse also climbed up tremblingly, and it was too low to call out a weak voice. It was Mrs. Mo's husband.
The screaming is loud enough, the resentment is enough. Wei WuXian was very satisfied and smiled, "Do you recognize that hand outside?"
"Tear it up," he ordered.
The three members of the Mo family were like three black winds, blowing out in an instant.
The left arm broke a long sword and was breaking out of the fence. And as soon as it came out, three corpses without left arms rushed towards it.
Apart from not daring to disobey Wei Wuxian's orders, this family of three also harbored a fierce resentment towards the thing that killed them, and poured their anger on that ghost hand. The main killer is undoubtedly Mrs. Mo. The female corpse is often extremely ferocious after the corpse is transformed. Her hair is disheveled, the whites of her eyes are bloodshot, her five fingernails are several times longer, the corners of her mouth are foaming, and the screams almost overturn the roof, extremely crazy. . Mo Ziyuan followed his mother and cooperated with her to bite and use it, while his father followed to make up for the gap between the attacks of the other two corpses. The few teenagers who had been struggling so far were stunned.
They had only heard of this kind of fighting between corpses in miscellaneous books and rumors. It was the first time they witnessed such a bloody scene, and they were dumbfounded. They couldn't take their eyes off of them.
The three corpses fought right and wrong with one hand, and suddenly, Mo Ziyuan shrieked and dodged away. A handful of his abdomen was plucked out by that hand, revealing a few pieces of intestines. Seeing this, Mrs. Mo couldn't stop roaring, and she protected her son behind her, grabbing even harder, her nails breaking through the air with the power of a steel knife and an iron sword. Wei Wuxian could see that she was in a state of being overwhelmed.
The three murderous corpses who had just died joined forces, and they were unable to suppress this arm!
Wei Wuxian watched the battle intently, the tip of his tongue curled slightly, and a whistle was pressed between his lips, trying to let it out. When his whistle blows out, it can arouse even more hostility from the murdered corpse, and maybe it can turn the tide of the battle, but it is hard to guarantee that no one will find out that he is playing tricks. In the blink of an eye, that hand was like lightning, ruthlessly and accurately breaking Mrs. Mo's neck bone.
Seeing that the three members of the Mo family were retreating, Wei WuXian was about to blow the long whistle from the bottom of his tongue when he heard two clanging sounds from outside the sky.
These two sounds seemed to be plucked by people, very ethereal and clear, with a chilly pine breeze. The group of demons and ghosts who were killing the fiercest in the courtyard froze when they heard the sound.
The youths of the Gusu Lan Sect were instantly radiant, as if they were reborn. Lan SiZhui raised his hand and wiped the blood on his face, suddenly raised his head and said with joy, "HanGuang-Jun!"
As soon as he heard these two sounds of the violin, Wei Wuxian turned around and left.
There was another string sound, this time the pitch was slightly higher, Chuanyun broke through the air, with two points of chill. The three corpses flinched, covering their ears with their right hands. However, Gusu Lan's barrier-breaking sound was so unstoppable, before taking a few steps back, a slight crackling sound came from their heads.
And the left arm had just experienced a fierce fight, and then heard the sound of the string, and suddenly fell to the ground. Although the fingers are still flexing and extending, the arms are silent.
After a brief silence, the group of teenagers couldn't help cheering loudly. The cheers were filled with the ecstasy of the rest of their lives. They survived a thrilling night and finally got the support of the family. .
After waving at the moon for a while, Lan Sizhui suddenly noticed that someone was missing. He dragged Lan Jingyi and said, "Where are the people?"
Lan Jingyi was only happy: "Who? Which?"
Lan SiZhui said, "That Young Master Mo."
Lan Jingyi said, "Ah? What are you looking for that lunatic for? Who knows where to go for fear of being beaten by me."
"..." Lan Sizhui knew that Lan Jingyi was careless and reckless, never thought about it carefully, and didn't doubt it too much, he thought, let's wait until Hanguang-Jun comes, and then let this person know about it together.
Mojiazhuang is still sleeping, but I don't know if it is a real sleep or a fake sleep. Even if the corpses in the east and west courtyards of the Mo family were fighting with blood, others would not get up in the middle of the night to watch. Watching the fun is also a choice. Screaming and lively, it is better not to see it.
Wei WuXian hurriedly destroyed the remains of the sacrifice formation in Mo Xuanyu's room, and rushed out the door, thinking that it was a coincidence that it was the Lan family who came, and it was Lan Wangji who was going to die. This is one of the people who has dealt with and fought with him, so hurry up and withdraw. He was in a hurry to find a mount. He passed by a yard with a large grinding wheel and a donkey that chewed around. Seeing him rushing towards him, he seemed a little surprised, and squinted at him like a living person. . Wei Wuxian looked at it for a moment, and was immediately moved by the contempt in his eyes.
He stepped forward and dragged the rope out, and the donkey yelled and complained at him. Wei Wuxian kept coaxing and dragging him, or tricked him into the road, and ran on the road with the dawn of the fish belly white.