The noise came from all directions.

Before and after, left and right, above and under the feet, it was like a whispering ocean, all of which were all so, giggling and laughing. There were men and women, old and young, big and young, Wei Wuxian could even hear some sporadic words, but they were fleeting, so he couldn't catch the exact words.

Because it's just too noisy.

Wei Wuxian continued to press his temples with one hand, and with the other he took out a Wind Evil Disk from the Qiankun Bag that could be placed in the palm of his hand. The hands of the Wind Evil Disk trembled and twisted twice, and the faster and faster they went, and in a few moments, they began to spin wildly!

Last time, the wind and evil disk on Dafan Mountain couldn't point in the direction, which was already weird. But this time it actually spun automatically, and did not stop for a moment, which is even more unbelievable than the pointer not moving at all. The ominous shadow in Wei Wuxian's heart grew thicker and thicker, and he shouted, "Jin Ling! ”

The two had been walking in the stone castle for a while, and there was no sign of anyone alive. Wei Wuxian shouted a few times, but there was no answer. The first few stone chambers were empty, but after going deeper, suddenly a dark coffin was placed in the center of a stone chamber.

This coffin is placed here, very abruptly. But the coffin is dark and dark, and the coffin shape is very beautiful. Wei Wuxian patted it, the wood was solid, and he said with a loud sound, "Good coffin." ”

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian stood on either side of it, glancing at each other, and at the same time reaching out to open the lid of the coffin.

The moment the lid of the coffin was opened, the noise around him suddenly multiplied, and the tide drowned out Wei Wuxian's hearing. It was as if they had been peeping at them by countless pairs of eyes, whose owners were quietly watching and discussing their words and deeds, and suddenly became excited when they saw that they were about to open the coffin. Wei Wuxian had imagined dozens of possibilities, and was ready to deal with the rancid stench, the sudden extension of the devil's claws, the wild spray of poisonous water, the scattering of poisonous smoke, and the resentful spirits, etc., what he hoped for most was to see Jin Ling. However, nothing happened, nothing.

It turned out to be an empty coffin.

Wei Wuxian was slightly surprised, and a little disappointed that Jin Ling was not trapped here. Lan Wangji got closer again, and the dust was automatically unsheathed a few inches, and the cold light shone brightly, illuminating the bottom of the coffin. Only then did he realize that there was not nothing in the coffin. It's just that the contents are much smaller than the corpse he expected, hidden in the deepest part of the coffin.

In the coffin lay a long knife.

This knife has no sheath, the handle seems to be made of gold, it looks heavy and weighty, the blade is slender, the blade is shiny, and it rests on a layer of red cloth at the bottom of the coffin, reflecting the blood-like color, and Sen Sen has a killing atmosphere.

There was no body in the coffin, but a knife was placed. This stone castle on Xinglu Ridge is really weird, and every step reveals weirdness. The two closed the lid of the coffin and continued to walk inside, there was a coffin like this in each stone room, looking at the wooden texture of the coffin, the age was different, and in each coffin, a long knife was placed.

Until the last room, there was still no trace of Jin Ling. Wei Wuxian closed the lid of the coffin, feeling slightly restless in his heart. Lan Wangji saw him frowning and walking around, placing the guqin horizontally on the coffin, groaning slightly, raising his hand, and a string of string sounds flowed out from his fingers.

He played only a short section before withdrawing his right hand above the body and staring intently at the still vibrating strings.

Suddenly, the strings shook, and a note spontaneously popped.

Wei Wuxian said: "Ask the Spirit? ”

"Asking the Spirit" is a famous song composed by the ancestors of the Gusu Lan clan, which is different from "The Conjuring" in that it acts on the situation where the identity of the deceased is unknown and there is no medium. The player asks questions about the deceased by the sound of the piano, and the echoes of the deceased are converted into rhythm and reflected on the strings. The strings moved spontaneously, indicating that the souls in this stone castle had been invited by Lan Wangji. Next, it's time for both sides to ask and answer questions in piano.

The piano language is the secret skill of the Gusu Lan clan, and although Wei Wuxian has a wide range of knowledge, he will eventually be unable to reach it. He whispered, "Ask it what place it is and who built it." ”

Lan Wangji is proficient in asking Lingqin language, and he doesn't need to think about it, and he can only make two or three sounds of Qingwei. After a few moments, the strings automatically played twice more automatically. Wei Wuxian asked, "What does it say?" ”

Lan Wangji said: "I don't know. ”

Wei Wuxian: "Huh? ”

Lan Wangji said slowly: "It said, 'I don't know'. ”

"......" Wei Wuxian looked at him, and suddenly remembered a certain conversation related to "casual" many years ago, touching his nose, the boss was bored, and thought: "Lan Zhan is so good, he has learned to tell jokes." ”

When he couldn't ask, Lan Wangji flicked again. The strings responded again, and it was still the sonorous two notes just now. Wei Wuxian heard that this time the answer was "I don't know" again, and asked, "What are you asking it again?" ”

Lan Wangji said: "Why did you die?" ”

Wei Wuxian said: "If you are inadvertently assassinated, it is indeed possible that you don't know why you died. You might as well ask it to know who killed it. ”

Lan Wangji raised his hand to pluck the strings. However, the echo is still sonorous - "I don't know".

As a soul imprisoned here, he didn't know where he was, he didn't know why he died, and he didn't know who killed him, and it was the first time that Wei Wuxian encountered such a deceased who didn't know anything, and his mind changed and he said, "Then change to a different one." You ask if it's male or female. It doesn't and doesn't know about it. ”

Instigated by him, Lan Wangji played as he said. After withdrawing his hand, another string flicked vigorously, and Lan Wangji translated: "Male." ”

Wei Wuxian said, "Finally I know something. Again, did a fifteen or sixteen-year-old enter here? ”

He replied, "Yes." ”

Wei Wuxian asked again, "Then where is he now?" ”

The strings paused before giving a response, but Lan Wangji listened, but was slightly stunned. Wei Wuxian said, "What? What did he say? ”

Lan Wangji said slowly: "He said, 'It's here'." ”

Wei Wuxian was dumbfounded. "Here" should refer to this stone fort, but they just searched and did not see Jin Ling. Wei Wuxian said, "He can't lie, right?" ”

Lan Wangji said: "I'm here, I can't." ”

Also, the questioner is Hanguangjun, and the spirit naturally can't lie, but can only answer truthfully. Wei Wuxian rummaged through the stone chamber to see if there were any secret passages that he had missed. Lan Wangji thought for a moment, and then asked two more questions, but after receiving an answer, his expression changed slightly. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian hurriedly asked, "What are you asking again?" ”

Lan Wangji said: "How old are you, who is the person." ”

Both of these questions were a test of the identity of the Spirit, and Wei Wuxian knew that he must have received an unusual answer: "How?" ”

Lan Wangji said: "Sixteen years old, from Lanling. ”

Wei Wuxian's face changed abruptly.

The soul invited by "Ask the Spirit" turned out to be Jin Ling?!

He was busy listening attentively, and in the overwhelming noise, it seemed that he could really faintly hear Jin Ling's faint shouts, but he couldn't really hear them.

Lan Wangji continued to ask, and Wei Wuxian knew that he must be asking for the exact location, staring at the strings, waiting for Jin Ling's answer.

This time, the response was longer, Lan Wangji frowned slightly, and said, "He asked you to stand in place, facing southwest, and listen to the sound of the strings." Ring, take a step forward. When the sound of the harp ceases, he will be in front of you. ”

Wei Wuxian didn't say a word and turned to the southwest. Seven strings sounded behind him, and he took seven steps forward. However, there was always nothing ahead.

The sound continued, but the intervals were getting longer and longer, and he walked more and more slowly. One more step, two steps, three steps...... After walking to six steps, the sound of the piano finally fell silent and stopped ringing.

And in front of him, there was only a wall.

The wall is made of gray-white stone bricks, and the blocks fit seamlessly. Wei Wuxian turned around and said, "...... He's in the wall?! ”

Avoiding the dust and coming out of the sheath, four blue lights swept by, and the wall was cut out of a neat tic-tac-toe, and the two stepped forward to dismantle the bricks, and after removing a few stone bricks, a large area of black soil □□ out.

Originally, the walls of this stone fort were made into a double layer, and between the two layers of solid stone bricks, filled with earth. Wei Wuxian dug down a large clod of earth with his bare hands, and in the middle of the black dirt, he gouged out a human face with his eyes closed.

It's the missing Jin Ling!

Jin Ling's face was originally not in the soil, but as soon as it was revealed, the air suddenly poured into his mouth and nose, and he coughed violently and inhaled. Seeing that he was still alive, Wei Wuxian's heart finally let go. Jin Ling's fate is really hanging by a thread, otherwise he would not have been caught by "Asking Spirit" that his soul was about to leave his body. Fortunately, he was buried in the wall for a short time, otherwise he would have suffocated to death if he dragged on for a moment.

The two of them were busy digging him out of the wall, who knew that pulling out the radish and bringing out the mud, the moment Jin Ling's upper body was unearthed, the long sword on his back hooked something else.

A bony arm!

Lan Wangji put Jin Lingping on the ground and probed his pulse to treat. Wei Wuxian picked up the dust-protected scabbard and skillfully poked and slashed in the soil along the white bone arm. In a short time, a complete skeleton appeared in front of him.

This skeleton, like Jin Ling just now, was buried in the wall in a standing position, the contrast between the white bones and the pitch-black dirt was stark and glaring. Wei Wuxian rummaged through the soil, dismantled a few more bricks on the side, and stirred it, and sure enough, he found another skeleton nearby.

And this one, not completely rotten, still has flesh and skin attached to the bones, there is still long black and unkempt hair on the skull cover, and the tattered clothes are water red, which can be seen to be a woman. She wasn't standing, her skeleton hunched over. And the reason for bending down is because she still has a corpse next to her leg, which is squatting.

Wei Wuxian didn't dig any further, he took a few steps back, the noise in his ears surging and presumptuous like a tide.

He's almost sure. I'm afraid that the thick walls of this stone castle are all filled with the bones of people in different postures.

top of head, soles of feet, southeast, northwest; Standing, sitting, lying, squatting......

What the hell is this place?!