Lan Wangji said: "Get rid of the evil curse first." ”

Wei Wuxian pulled up his trouser leg in two or two and said, "I'll come by myself!" Hanguangjun half-knelt in front of him in this posture three times and twice a day, although the other party was still serious, and even a little strict, but he really couldn't see this picture.

Curse scars spread all over the calves, crawling over the knees and up the thighs. Wei Wuxian looked at it and said, "It's the root of the upper leg." ”

Lan Wangji turned his head and didn't answer. Wei Wuxian said it again, still unresponsive, he said strangely, "Lan Zhan? ”

Lan Wangji turned around at this time, as if he didn't know what to say. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian wanted to make a mistake in his heart, blinked, and was about to make a joke and pull back a game, when suddenly, there was a sound of shattering from the table.

They both stood up and looked. I saw that the teacup and teapot were shattered to the ground, and a bag of sealed evil Qiankun was lying in the porcelain tiles of white flowers and the tea flowing openly.

The surface of the bag was agitated, as if something was trapped inside, desperate to get out.

Although this sealed evil Qiankun bag is only the size of a palm, it can be used for storage, and it is embroidered with intricate incantations inside and out, blessing several layers of seals. Lan Wangji sealed that arm in the bag, and then pressed it under the teacup on the table, and at the moment he was restless, knocking over the teacup, and the two remembered that it was time for the ensemble to play "Rest in Peace".

If it weren't for their nightly short-term appeasement, no matter how strong the suppression ability of this sealed evil bag was, it wouldn't be able to trap that arm alone. Wei Wuxian reached out to touch the bamboo flute, but it was empty. Turning his head, it turned out that the bamboo flute had been held in Lan Wangji's hand.

He stretched out his hand to caress the dust, and actually brushed off the three-inch sword, the dagger was generally held in his right hand, and he carved it on the bamboo flute in his left hand for a short time before handing it back. Wei Wuxian took a look, and the details such as the bamboo flute and flute holes that he had repaired were much more refined.

Lan Wangji said: "Blow it well." ”

Thinking of his miserable flute sound before, Wei Wuxian almost fell to the ground laughing, and it was hard for Lan Wangji to put up with him for so long. The east wind is ready, and the ensemble begins immediately.

Previously, every night as soon as they began to play "Rest in Peace" in the ensemble, the bag would be quiet, almost immediately. Tonight, Wei Wuxian didn't deliberately do evil, but who knew that after blowing two sentences, the Qiankun bag was suddenly enlarged several times by the contents of the bag, and it stood up!

Wei Wuxian blew a note with a "poof" and said, "What's the matter, I'm used to listening to ugly tunes, and I don't like it anymore if I blow it well?" ”

As if answering his question, the Sealed Evil Qiankun bag flew towards him suddenly.

Lan Wangji's fingers turned sharply in the rhythm, and with a pluck, the seven strings vibrated in unison, making a landslide-like roar. The bag was reprimanded by Qin Yin's anger, and fell back to the same place. Wei Wuxian seized the opportunity and continued to blow, and Lan Wangji followed the tune of "Rest in Peace", and turned back to quiet and peaceful, and slowly reconciled.

After the song was played, the bag of sealing evil Qiankun finally retracted to its original state and lay still.

This had never happened to this ghost hand these days, but today it was extremely impatient, Wei Wuxian inserted the flute back and said, "It reacted so strongly, it seemed to be stimulated by something?" ”

Lan Wangji said: "Moreover, it is something on your body." ”

Wei Wuxian looked down at himself. There was only one thing left on his body today—the evil curse scar that had been transferred from Jin Ling's body. And the evil curse marks on Jin Ling's body were left in the stone castle on Xinglu Ridge.

Wei Wuxian said, "Does this mean that the rest of its body is buried in the walls of the Nie family's sacrificial sword hall?" ”

In the early morning of the second day, the two set off together and returned to the sacrificial knife hall in Xingluling.

Nie Huaisang was arrested yesterday and confessed to the old bottom, and today he summoned his henchmen and protégés to clean up the mess left by the intruders. When Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji walked up, he had just instructed someone to fill in the wall where Wei Wuxian had dug up Jin Ling, and bury a new corpse that had been found overnight. Watching the white bricks being neatly built layer by layer, I wiped my sweat again and again, and breathed a sigh of relief. How do you know that when you turn around, the soles of your feet are soft, and you smile and say, "Hanguang-jun...... And this ......"

He never knew what to call Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian waved his hand and smiled, "Sect Master Nie, what about building a wall?" ”

Nie Huaisang wiped his sweat with a hand towel, and he was about to wipe off a layer of skin on his forehead: "Yes, yes......"

Wei Wuxian said sympathetically and shyly, "I'm sorry. I might have to trouble you, I'll build it again later. ”

Nie Huaisang said: "Yes, yes...... Yes?! Wait a minute! ”

The voice did not fall, and it was out of the sheath to avoid dust.

Nie Huaisang watched as the stone bricks he had just patched cracked.

It's always easier to destroy than to build. Wei Wuxian dismantled bricks quickly, I don't know how many times faster than them laid bricks. Nie Huaisang pinched the folding fan and trembled, full of grievances. Lan Wangji said a few words to him succinctly, and his face immediately changed greatly, and he swore to the sky: "No! Absolutely nothing! The corpses used in our family's sacrificial knife hall are all intact, and there are absolutely no male corpses with missing arms. I don't know what blood-sucking left hand is, it really has nothing to do with me, I don't know! I don't believe that I will tear down the bricks together to prove my innocence, but if it is demolished, it must be filled back immediately, and it cannot be delayed for a long time, this is my ancestral grave ......"

Several Nie family protégés joined, and Wei Wuxian withdrew, waiting to see the results. Half an hour later, most of the stone bricks had been removed from the wall where Jin Ling had been buried.

In the black dirt, occasionally a pale hand, or a bruised foot, and black hair covered in tangled dirt. All the male corpses were roughly cleaned and laid flat on the ground. Some of the people present pulled up their masks, and some took the secret red pill to prevent their breath and popularity from inducing corpse mutiny.

Some of these bodies have turned to white bones, some are in the process of decomposing, and some are still fresh. There are thousands of postures, however, all of them are fully limbed. The body of a man without a left arm was not found.

Nie Huaisang said cautiously: "It's enough to just tear down this wall, right?" Do you want to dismantle it again? No need. ”

It is indeed enough. The evil curse marks on Jin Ling's body were extremely dark, and what was left behind should have been very close to him at that time, and would never go beyond the confines of this wall. Wei Wuxian squatted down beside a row of corpses, pondering for a moment, and then Lan Wangji said, "Take the Evil Qiankun Bag? ”

It would be a good idea to take out the left hand from the bag and let it identify itself. However, if it gets too close to the rest of its body, it is difficult to ensure that it will not arouse its excitement and cause a more dangerous situation. And this location is very special, and the danger is multiplied, so they choose to come during the day carefully. Wei Wuxian shook his head, pondering, "Isn't this arm a man's?" No, I can see the man's hand and the woman's hand...... Does that have three arms from its owner?! ”

He was amused by the thought of himself. Suddenly, Lan Wangji said, "Legs." ”

After he mentioned it, Wei Wuxian remembered that he had actually ignored that the scope of the evil curse scar was only up to the legs!

Wei Wuxian hurriedly said, "Take off your pants!" Take off your pants! ”

Nie Huaisang said in horror: "Why do you want to say such shameful words in front of Hanguangjun!" ”

Wei Wuxian said, "Do me a favor and take off the corpse's pants." You don't need to take off the female corpse, only the male corpse! ”

Poor Nie Huaisang didn't expect that he only confessed to the old man yesterday, and today he actually had to take off the pants of the corpse in the ancestral sacrificial knife hall, and it was a male corpse, but he felt that after going to the ground, he would definitely be slapped by the ancestors and the ancestors, and it would be a cripple to be reincarnated in the next life, and he couldn't help but burst into tears. Wei Wuxian had already reached out to the waistband of the corpse on the ground, but was intercepted by Lan Wangji.

He said, "...... I got it. ”

Wei Wuxian said, "Are you really coming?" Are you really going to do such a thing? ”

The corners of Lan Wangji's eyebrows seemed to be beating faintly, and he endured something, and said, "...... You stand. Don't move. ”

Among the frightens Nie Huaisang suffered today, this moment was the heaviest. He didn't dare to believe that Lan Wangji really did this kind of thing, Lan Wangji had already stood up and said, "Found it." ”

The crowd hurriedly looked to the ground. Of course, to their disappointment, Hanguang-kun didn't really remove the clothes and pants of the corpses, he just slashed a sword at the base of each corpse's legs, gently cutting through the clothes, revealing the skin inside. And some clothes don't need to be scratched, they are already in tatters.

The corpse next to his white boots had a faint coil on each of his thighs, and the flesh-colored thin lines of the feet were densely packed. There is a subtle difference in skin tone above and below the coil.

Obviously, the legs of this corpse and his upper body do not belong to the same person.

These two legs were sewn together with needles and threads!

Nie Huaisang was still dumbfounded, and Wei Wuxian asked, "Who selected the corpses used by the Nie family to sacrifice the knife?" ”

Nie Huaisang said: "It is generally selected and hoarded by the successive family heads themselves during their lifetimes. My eldest brother went early and he didn't save enough, so I picked some for him...... As long as it is a corpse with neat facial features and limbs, I will keep it. I don't know the rest either! I really don't know! ”

Who exactly buried this corpse with his legs sewn into the troubled water, it must be unclear to ask Nie Huaisang, Wei Wuxian interrupted his question in time. From the person who provided the corpse to Nie Mingjue himself, all of them were objects of suspicion, and there were countless of them. I'm afraid I can only continue to track it down until I find all his limbs and put together his body and soul to find out what happened.

Wei Wuxian said, "This benevolent brother looks like he was divided by five horses...... Let's hope the rest of his body isn't cut to pieces. ”