The wife said again: "I just hope that he knows that there is a grievance and a debt. If he wants to take revenge, he will go to those cultivators to take revenge. But don't harm ordinary people like us."
Her husband said, "Who can say for sure? When he killed more than 3,000 people in Qishan in one go, I was still very young, but I still remember that it was not only those immortals who cultivated mysticism, but also ordinary people. I'm all afraid of him. He's a bloodthirsty demon who doesn't recognize his six relatives."
Wei Wuxian's smile gradually narrowed.
Originally, he was very interested when he listened to the young couple chatting about their daily life, but suddenly, his head seemed to weigh more than a thousand kilograms and he couldn't lift it up, so he couldn't see Lan Wangji's face at this moment. look. What the couple said next, he couldn't hear a word.
At this moment, a terrifying roar suddenly came from outside the farmhouse. The family of three in the yard was eating with vegetables and laughter. They were so frightened by the sudden inhuman roar that the bowl fell, and the child began to cry. The young man picked up a hoe and said, "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!"
Not only were they scared, but Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian moved slightly. Lan Wangji wanted to get up. Wei WuXian moved in his heart, grabbed the clothes on his chest, and said, "Don't move."
Lan Wangji opened his eyes slightly. The roaring sound is an extremely ferocious evil thing. If the farmer's owner is left alone to deal with it, he must die. Wei Wuxian said again, "Don't move."
There was a scream from the yard, and an even louder inhuman roar. It was very close. The thing had already entered the door. Lan Wangji couldn't lie down. People have already fled the door, screaming and fleeing all the way. The haystacks were chopped up by Bichen, and amid the straw dancing in the sky, a dark figure stood in the yard, with a disheveled hair and grinning, with some messy horns growing on his body, which looked both terrifying and funny. Lan Wangji had never seen such a monster before, he was startled for a moment, Wei Wuxian had already opened his mouth, and said, "Wen Ning, you haven't opened your voice for so many years, your screams are getting more and more frightening."
The pitch-black monster made a human voice and said helplessly: "Young Master... I am a corpse after all. The corpse screams... It's all like this."
Wei Wuxian patted him on the shoulder and said, "The sound is mighty."
Wen Ning glanced at Lan Wangji, probably remembering that people from the Lan Sect in Gusu dislike people with disheveled clothes, so he stroked his hair nervously. Wei WuXian saw that he had stuck a bunch of twigs on top of his head, with a horrible expression on his face, he pulled one out and said, "Why did you suddenly jump out? You're still acting like this, you've been robbed? What did you wipe off?"
Wen Ning said, "The ashes and mud on the ground were wiped on your face... I see that after you went in, you didn't come out for a long time..."
Wei WuXian asked, "You've been following us all this time?"
Wen Ningdao nodded, Wei Wuxian understood. Wen Ning didn't dare to see anyone other than him, so he secretly followed them after they descended into Yunshen and didn't know where to go. Seeing that they had not moved for a long time in the farmhouse, he leaned over to listen to the wall and heard the young couple discussing him. Embarrassed, so I wanted to scare them away so that he and Lan Wangji could come out. Probably because he felt that his original appearance was not deterrent, so he put a bunch of messy things on his face.
Wei Wuxian was about to die from laughing at him. Wen Ning wiped the mud with shame on his face. Who knows, Wei Wuxian suddenly found blood on his hands and said, "What's going on?"
Wen Ning said, "Oh, it's alright..."
Lan Wangji said, "Bloody."
Only then did Wei Wuxian notice that Wen Ning was indeed exuding a bloody smell, and his heart skipped a beat. Wen Ning hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's not bloody! No, it's bloody, but it's not the bloody blood of a living person."
Wei WuXian said, "Not a living person? Have you ever fought with something?"
Wen Ning took them on a journey and came to a wild forest. There were twenty or thirty fresh earthen graves in the forest, and there was a half-dug pit beside it. There was a pile of corpses beside the pit. Not a tool, because these corpses have all fallen into pieces. Wei WuXian stepped forward to check, some of the arms were still broken and the fingers were still open and closed, and some of the skulls and teeth were still opening and closing, making a rustling sound of grinding their teeth, and they had already turned corpses.
Wei WuXian said, "You've been beaten to pieces."
Wen Ning said, "If they didn't beat them to pieces, they would still bite people, and there was no way to stop them. There were such corpses along the way..."
Wei WuXian said, "On the way? Did you rush ahead of us all the way to solve these things?"
Wen Ning nodded indifferently. His ability to identify the same kind is stronger than that of living people, and his range is wider than living people. If so, it is no wonder that they have come along peacefully. Wei Wuxian is still surprised. Isn't it because there are a large number of murderous corpses gathering in Chao Yiling now, why do they Didn't meet half of them, it turned out that Wen Ning was the first to clear the obstacle. Wei WuXian said, "When did you follow us?"
Lan Wangji said, "Jinlintai."
Wei WuXian looked at Wen Ning, Lan WangJi said, "That day when the cultivators intercepted the fight, he helped."
Wei WuXian sighed, "Didn't I tell you to find a place to hide and leave it alone for now?"
Wen Ning smiled bitterly and said, "But Young Master... where can I hide."
In the past, he still had a place to go back to, and other people to follow, but now in this world, except for Wei Wuxian, everyone is extremely unfamiliar to him.
After a moment of silence, Wei Wuxian stood up, patted the dust on the hem of his clothes, and said, "Buy it."
Wen Ning nodded hurriedly and continued to dig the half dug hole. Lan Wangji pulled out Bichen, and as soon as the sword energy came out, the soil flew up, and a crack was split on the ground. Wei WuXian said, "HanGuang-Jun, are you here to dig a grave too?"
As soon as Lan Wangji turned around, he was about to speak when he saw Wen Ning standing behind him, trying to raise the corners of his rigid mouth, squeeze out a smile, and said, "... Young Master Lan, do you want to help? I'll dig it here."
Lan WangJi looked behind him, there were rows and rows of black holes, and the mounds were tall and neat. Wen Ning maintained a "smile" and added, "I often do this kind of thing. Experienced. Quick."
It is self-evident who asked him to "frequently do this kind of thing".
After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji said, "No need. You go and help..."
Before he could finish a sentence, he suddenly realized that Wei Wuxian didn't move at all, and had been squatting beside him to watch. He had just hugged a melon when he left the farmhouse, and now he seemed to be thinking about how to cut it open. Seeing Lan Wangji's scrutinizing eyes, he said: "Hanguang-Jun, don't look at me like this, I don't have anything in my hand, and my spiritual power is low? It's true that there is a specialization in the arts. Digging graves. , he is the fastest. Let's discuss how to eat this melon. Bichen digs the grave and should not be able to use it for the time being. Do any of you have extra knives, swords, or something?"
Wen Ning shook his head: "I'm sorry, I didn't bring it."
Wei WuXian said, "HanGuang-Jun, that, take it with you or not."
Lan Wangji: "… "
In the end, he still pulled out casually from the Qiankun sleeve. Wei WuXian copied the melon in one hand and the sword in the other, holding a sword flower, and cut the small watermelon into eight petals.
Wen Ning over there dug a row of pits of the same size within a stick of incense, and while putting the corpses that he broke up into them, he said, "I'm very sorry everyone, I can't tell who your corpses are. Who is it, if there is something wrong, don't take offense..."
After eating this melon and burying the rest of the body, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji continued to set off.
A few days later, the two arrived at Yiling.
The Mass Burial Mound was less than ten miles in front of this town. Although he didn't know what was waiting for them there, Wei Wuxian could sense that it was definitely not a good thing.
However, Lan WangJi was by his side, walking steadily and looking indifferent. Wei Wuxian didn't feel any sense of crisis at first, and looking at such a person, he couldn't get nervous no matter what. Walking through the small town of Yiling, I am full of local accents, refreshed, and very cordial. Even though I don't buy anything, I can't help but talk to the street vendors in the local language. When he was satisfied, he turned around and said, "Hanguang-Jun, remember this town."
Lan Wangji nodded lightly and said, "Remember."
Wei WuXian smiled and said, "I knew that your memory must be better than mine. We met once in this town. I happened to meet you on a night hunting trip in Yiling. I said I wanted to invite you to dinner, but I don't remember that. ?"
Lan Wangji said, "Remember."
Wei WuXian said, "But I'm ashamed, you paid the bill in the end, haha!"
Sitting cross-legged on the donkey, he swayed and said casually, "Speaking of which, do you have any plans to go into seclusion, Mr. Hanguang?"
Lan Wangji paused for a while, and seemed to think for a while, Wei Wuxian hit the railroad while it was hot, "Have you thought about what to do after returning to seclusion?"
Lan Wangji looked at him and said, "I haven't thought of it yet."
Wei Wuxian thought to himself, I didn't expect it to be just right! I've figured it out for you. He wanted to find a sparsely populated place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to build a big house, and he could help Lan Wangji build a next door by the way, two dishes and one soup a day. Of course, it's better for Lan Wangji to cook, otherwise he can only eat what he cooks. It is best to leave the account to Lan Wangji. In front of his eyes, Lan Wangji was wearing coarse clothes, with patches on his chest and knees, and he was sitting at a handmade wooden table counting money one by one with no expression on his face. Just... he just... what does he do
Wei Wuxian seriously thought about what he should do. People say firewood, rice, oil and salt, weaving and ploughing the fields, and the land is planted, so the only thing left is weaving. Thinking about the way he was sitting in front of the loom with Erlang's legs crossed and shaking his legs, it was really frightening. Let him carry the hoe, and it would be more appropriate to call Lan Wangji weaving. Fishing and farming in the daytime, hunting at night with a sword, slaying demons and slaying demons, and then pretending that you didn’t go into seclusion after getting tired of it, it’s the same thing when you rejoin the WTO. But sure enough, it's still a little...
Lan WangJi suddenly said, "What is it?"
Wei Wuxian said, "Huh?"
Only then did he realize that he had said the last sentence again, and immediately said seriously: "I said, Little Apple needs a little friend."
Little Apple turned his head and spit out a mouthful of saliva. Wei WuXian slapped its donkey's head, pulled its two long ears, and laughed twice, but suddenly he couldn't laugh anymore.
Not because of anything else, just because he still remembered it. At that time, he really took a child with him. If he lived well until now, he would be ten years old.
Mass Burial Mound is located deep in the mountains of Yiling.
It is said that the mass burial mound is a mountain of corpses. It is full of mountains and plains. If you dig a shovel in any place, you can dig a dead person. This is true. Mass burial was originally an ancient battlefield. Throwing it here will cause the grievances of Yin Qi to persist for years, and eventually become a nightmare for everyone in the Yiling area.
As if deeply infested with resentment, the trees on this hill have dark branches and leaves. From the foot of the mountain, a high wall of more than zhang was built, and the wall was engraved with dense incantations to prevent people or non-humans from entering and leaving. The cursed wall that surrounded the entire mass grave was first built by the third-generation owner of the Qishan Wen Sect. Since it was unable to purify the overwhelming resentment of the terrain, it had to settle for the next best thing and chose the method of enclosure and isolation. This wall was once knocked down by Wei Wuxian, and now this one is a new wall that was rebuilt and reinforced by the Lanling Jin Sect.
However, when they arrived, they found that a long section of the high wall had been knocked down again.