In an instant, Lan Sichai was so frightened that he swallowed everything he was about to vomit back.

As soon as his hand pressed against the hilt of the sword, he looked at it intently and whispered, "Ghost ......"

When Jin Ling in the cabin heard this, he rushed out with a sword and said, "There is a ghost, where, I will help you kill it!"

Lan Si chased: "It's not a ghost, it's a ghost general!"

All the teenagers hurriedly rushed to the deck and looked in the direction that Lan Si was pointing at. Sure enough, the black figure under the side of the ship and looking up from below was the ghost general Wen Ning.

After they got off the mass grave, Wen Ning disappeared, who would have thought that he would be silently picked up on this fishing boat at this moment, and I don't know how long it has been.

The teenagers were so frightened that they were speechless for a while. Wide-eyed and small-eyed, staring at each other for a long time, one said, "Should we call someone to come?"

Although everyone agreed, no one took action.

In addition to worrying that Wen Ning would be angry as soon as he opened his mouth to shout, they also felt that the ghost general they saw and heard was not the same as the rumored ghost general. The teenagers are fearless by nature, so they are not afraid at all, and some people even think that although Wen Ning is strange, he does not look threatening, and he is motionless when he is discovered, like an ignorant turtle, which is quite interesting. Such a staring, three points of thrill, seven points of excitement, very fun.

Another person muttered: "No wonder I think this ship is moving slowly, it turns out that there are more people, and it is dead." ”

He ...... What are you doing there?"

"It's not trying to kill us. If you want to kill early, you can kill it on the mass grave. ”

Lan Sichai guessed, "Do you want to protect us?"

His voice came down, Wen Ning's gaze turned to his face, staring at this Sven boy for a while, and his stiff and miserable white face suddenly moved.

The young man beside Lan Sichai exclaimed, "He's up!"

Sure enough, Wen Ning's body dehydrated, grabbed a thick hemp rope from the deck with both hands, and began to slowly climb up!

Several teenagers scattered violently, running in circles on the deck in a panic, and said indiscriminately: "He's coming up, he's coming up!

"What should I do, what should I do?!

"Call someone!

"You go and call someone, I'll cut the rope!"

The young man drew his sword to cut the hemp rope, but Wen Ning had already climbed up, flipped over the side of the boat, and sank on the deck, and the whole fishing boat seemed to shake with his fall.

The boys drew their swords and crowded to the other side of the deck. Wen Ning stared at Lan Sichai's face and walked towards him, and everyone immediately pointed the tips of more than a dozen swords at him in unison, their hearts beating wildly, and they were on guard.

Lan Sichai realized that he was coming at him, and froze, Wen Ning asked him, "You, what's your name?"

Lan Sichai was slightly stunned, stood upright, and replied: "The junior is a disciple of the Gusu Lan clan, named Lan Yuan. ”

Wen Ning said: "Lan Yuan?"

Lan Sichai nodded. Wen Ning said: "You...... Do you know who gave you that name?"

The dead man obviously had no look and expression, but Lan Sichai had an illusion, and Wen Ning's eyes seemed to light up.

He also felt that Wen Ning's heart was very excited at this moment, so excited that he even stumbled when he spoke, and even brought him faintly excited, as if he was about to reveal a secret.

Lan Si chased: "The name is naturally chosen by the parents. ”

Wen Ning said: "Then, are your parents still alive?"

"My parents died when I was very young. ”

A young man on the side tugged on his sleeve and said in a low voice: "Sichai, don't say so much, beware of weirdness." ”

Wen Ning was stunned and said, "Sichai, Sichai is your word?"

Lan Si chased: "Exactly. ”

Wen Ning said: "Who took it for you?"

Lan Si chased: "Hanguang-jun." ”

Wen Ning lowered his head and silently read the word "thinking and chasing" twice. Lan Si chased: "General......" He originally wanted to call the general, but he felt weird, so he changed his words: "Mr. Wen, what's wrong with my name?"

"Oh. Wen Ning raised his head, stared at his face, and replied, "You, you look very similar, very much like one of my cousins." ”

These words really sounded like a cliché of a lower-level monk and a protégé with a foreign surname, and the more the young people heard it, the more confused they became, and they didn't know what to say. Lan Sichai didn't know how to answer, and said, "Really, really?"

Wen Ning said: "Really!"

He struggled to lift the muscles at the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to squeeze a smile. Looking at the appearance of the "ghost general", for some reason, Lan Sichai's heart suddenly surged with a strong sense of intimacy.

It's the intimacy. He seemed to have seen this scene somewhere. There is a title, as if it is about to break through some obstacle to break out. As soon as he blurted out that title, many other things would immediately come to him, and he would suddenly be enlightened. But at this moment, Lan Sichai saw Jin Ling on the side.

Jin Ling's face was dark and extremely ugly, his hand holding the sword was loose and tight, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were also hidden from time to time.

Only then did he remember that the seemingly harmless ghost general Wen Ning in front of him was Jin Ling's father-killing enemy.

Following his gaze, Wen Ning slowly turned to Jin Ling and said, "Jin Rulan's son?"

Jin Ling said coldly: "Who is that." ”

After a pause, Wen Ning changed his words and said, "Little Master Jin Ling." ”

Jin Ling stared at him, and the other teenagers stared at Jin Ling nervously, for fear that he would act impulsively. Lan Si chased: "Jin Gongzi ......"

Jin Ling said: "You get out of the way, it's none of your business." ”

Lan Sichai vaguely felt that this must not be his business, so he stepped forward to block Jin Ling and said, "Jin Ling, you put away the sword first......"

Jin Ling's heartstrings were already tense, and his sight was blocked by him, and he couldn't help shouting: "Don't stop me!"

He stretched out his hand and pushed, Lan Sichai was already seasick, the soles of his feet were weak, he pushed him, hit the side of the boat, and almost turned over and was loaded into the dark night river, but fortunately Wen Ning lifted him and dragged him back. A group of teenagers immediately went up to help him: "Brother Sichai!"

"Lan Gongzi, are you okay? Why are you so unpushed?"

Wen Ning said to Jin Ling: "Jin Gongzi, if you come at me, Wen Ning will never resist, but Ah ...... Lan Yuan Gongzi ......"

A teenager reproached: "Jin Ling, why are you like this!"

Another teenager also said: "Brother Sichai is for your good, you don't appreciate it, why do you still push people?"

Originally, Jin Ling thought that he had been hit, but he was also stunned, but it can be seen that his peers all went to help him and blamed themselves, and this picture overlapped with the past. Over the years, he has been in such an embarrassing situation on Jinlintai.

Without parents, he spent more time in the Yunmeng Jiang clan than in the Lanling Jin clan. Undisciplined, bad-tempered, and everyone said that he was spoiled and difficult to get along with. obviously has a noble status, and there were no children of the family who liked to play with him when he was a child, and there were no children of the family who were willing to follow him when he was older. No one on the stage really believed that he had a future.

His eyes became redder and redder, and he said loudly, "Yes! It's all my fault! I'm such a bad person!

Suddenly, a blue light pierced the night sky above the river and approached the fishing boat.

Two figures landed on the deck, blue light in their sheaths.

As soon as he saw these two people, Lan Sichai's heart suddenly relaxed, and he was overjoyed: "Hanguangjun! Senior Wei!"

The blood-soaked man on the right laughed, and just as a wave hit, the boat shook, and he shook his body and almost fell, but the one on the left naturally helped him, and then he stood firmly.

Wei Wuxian didn't care, it was the first time that everyone had seen Hanguang-jun's untidy appearance. The white clothes on the two of them had been dyed dark red in different shades, and their bodies were full of blood. Lan Wangji was a little neater, but only the meaningful forehead wipe was still clean.

However, the bandage that Wei Wuxian had torn from his sleeve and bandaged a small wound on him was still properly knotted and tied around his left hand.