This time, Wei Wuxian didn't close his eyes all night, opened his eyes, and held on until the end of the second day, when he felt that the soreness and numbness of his whole body had passed, and his limbs could move, so he calmly took off his shirt under the quilt.

Lan Wangji drank too much last night...... Actually, it's not much, just a bowl. He was drunk last night, and it was inevitable that he would wake up a little uncomfortable this morning, frowning slightly, his eyelashes trembling, and slowly opening his eyes.

As soon as he opened up, he rolled out of bed and fell.

Hanguang-kun, who really complained about the elegance, was overly frightened and became not elegant at all. A man woke up early the next morning after a hangover and saw another man lying naked next to him, and the two of them were still huddled in the same bed, and neither of them had the time to be elegant.

Wei Wuxian was bare-chested, with one hand on his cheek, smiling weirdly.

Lan Wangji: "You ......"

Wei Wuxian: "Huh? ”

Lan Wangji said: "I ...... last night"

Wei Wuxian winked at him with his left eye: "You were so unrestrained last night, Hanguang-jun." ”

“……”

Wei Wuxian said, "Don't you remember anything about last night?" ”

It seems that he really doesn't remember, Lan Wangji's face is white.

It's good if you don't remember! Otherwise, if Lan Wangji still remembered that he quietly went out in the middle of the night to summon Wen Ning, and when he asked, it would not be good for Wei Wuxian to lie, and it would not be good to tell the truth.

After failing to flirt and picking up a stone and hitting himself in the foot so many times, Wei Wuxian finally found his previous majestic feeling again and regained a little bit. Although I really want to take advantage of the victory and continue to tease him, I haven't asked the most critical words last night, and next time I have to trick him into drinking and continue to talk about it, but I can't let Lan Wangji know what is wrong with him. As soon as he saw it, Wei Wuxian lifted the quilt and showed him his neat pants and boots that had not been taken off: "What a chaste man!" Hanguang-kun, I just took off my clothes, just kidding. Your innocence is still alive and undefiled, rest assured! ”

Lan Wangji froze in place, and before he could answer, the sound of porcelain shattering came from the center of the room.

This voice is not unfamiliar, it is the second time I have heard it. It was the sealed evil Qiankun bag that was pressed on the table again, and it overturned the teapot and teacup, this time it was more ferocious, and the three of them moved together.

Last night one of them was drunk and the other was tossed and smashed, and naturally, the ensemble was left behind. Wei Wuxian was a little worried that Lan Wangji was too frightened and impulsive, so he stabbed him to death on the spot on the spot, and hurriedly said, "Get down to business, come on, let's get down to business first!" ”

He grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, rolled out of bed, and stretched out his hand to Lan Wangji, looking like he was going to tear his clothes. Lan Wangji hadn't slowed down yet, he took a step back, tripped over something under his feet, and looked down to see that it was a dust sword that had been lying all night.

In a small room, there was a shortage of soldiers and horses, and people turned over on their backs. Wei Wuxian put his hand into Lan Wangji's arms and took out a flute, and said, "Hanguang-jun, don't be afraid. I'm not going to do anything to you, it's just that you stole my flute last night, and I have to get it back. ”

Lan Wangji looked at him with a complicated expression, as if he wanted to ask about the details of his drunkenness last night, but he was used to doing the right thing first, forcibly held back, restrained his expression, and played a song "Rest in Peace" with him first.

Three sealed bags, one with the left arm, one with the legs, and one with the torso. The limbs of these three parts can already be connected together to form most of a body. They influenced each other, and the resentment grew exponentially, and this time it took three repetitions of "Rest in Peace" to take effect. After the three Sealed Evil Bags had gradually calmed down, Wei Wuxian untied two of them, shaking off one arm and another torso from the other.

This time, the direction of the left finger is south, west. The object of guidance is either the right hand or the head.

Wei Wuxian got dressed and looked like a dog again. When it comes to getting down to business, it's a serious thing, or a pretense: "I hope the next thing I'll find is the head." In this way, you can draw a portrait of your family, or post a post for all families of all sizes to see, and you will soon be able to figure out the identity of your good brother. ”

But he couldn't maintain a few words as a serious person, and in a blink of an eye, he said with a smile: "Anyway, the good brother has practiced well." ”

The shroud belt of the torso was loose, and the neckline was slanted, and it was the solid and powerful body of a young man. Wei Wuxian's words are very true. Lan Wangji immediately took it back into the bag of sealing the evil Qiankun and tied three dead knots.

Wei Wuxian knew he couldn't listen to such frivolous words. But as before, the more he couldn't hear it, the more he wanted to speak. After finishing the knot and putting away the Qiankun bag, Lan Wangji looked at him, although his face was still expressionless, his eyes were full of desire to speak. He said deliberately: "Hanguang-kun, why are you looking at me like this?" Are you still worried? Trust me. I really didn't do anything to you last night, and of course, you didn't do anything to me. ”

Lan Wangji said: "...... Last night, in addition to grabbing the flute, I ......"

Wei Wuxian said, "You? What else are you doing, right? I didn't do anything, I just said a lot. ”

Lan Wangji: "...... What words. ”

Wei Wuxian: "It's not a big deal. It's, well, like, you're a big fan of rabbits, whatever. ”

"......" Lan Wangji closed his eyes and turned his head.

Wei Wuxian said thoughtfully: "It's okay! Rabbits are so cute, who doesn't like them. Come, Hanguang-kun, you wash up, wash your face, drink some water, let's go downstairs and go. I'll go back next door and won't bother you. ”

Walking out of the room and closing the door, he stood in the hallway, laughing silently for a while.

Lan Wangji seemed to have been hit, locked in the room alone, and didn't come out for a long time. While waiting for him, Wei Wuxian leisurely descended downstairs, out of the inn, and sat on the steps, squinting in the sun. After a while, a group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old children ran through the street.

A child at the front ran fast, dragging a long line in his hand, and at the end of the long line, a kite was neither high nor low, flying up and down. The boy in the back held a small bow and arrow, shouting and chasing the kite to shoot.

Wei Wuxian used to love to play this game. Archery is a compulsory skill for every child of the family, but most of them don't like to shoot targets in a proper manner, except for shooting demons and monsters when they go out to hunt at night, they like to shoot kites like this. One for each person, whoever puts the highest, farthest, and shoots the most accurately at the same time is the winner. This game was originally popular among the young children of the various families of Xianmen, and after it was spread, the children of ordinary families also liked it, but the lethality of their small arrow was not as good as these children of the family.

Back then, when Wei Wuxian was in Lotus Dock, he played kite shooting with the children of the Jiang family and won the first place many times. Jiang Cheng was often second, and his kite either flew too far for an arrow to miss, or it did, but it didn't fly as far as Wei Wuxian's. Most of their kites are made in the shape of a flying demon beast, the color is bright and extravagant, the blood basin is wide open, and a few pointed tails are hanging down and swaying with the wind, looking at it from a distance, it is vivid and abnormal, and it is also a little hideous. Wei Wuxian's one, which was a whole circle larger than the others, was painted by Jiang Yanli for him.

Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian smiled at the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't help but look up to see what the kite that the group of children flew was like. I saw that it was a large round piece, golden, with a few long tassels hanging down.

He wondered, "What is this?" Pancake? Or is it some youkai I don't know? ”

At this time, a gust of wind blew. The kite didn't fly high in the first place, and it wasn't in the open area, and it fell down as soon as it blew. A boy exclaimed, "Ah, the sun has fallen!" ”

This round golden thing turned out to be the sun. Wei Wuxian understood. Most of these children are playing a game that imitates the sun.

This place is Liyang, when the Qishan Wen family was at its peak, it was powerful and blessed everywhere, and Liyang is not far from Qishan, and the locals must have suffered from it, either by the monsters that their family did not close well, or by their monks bullied. After the Shooting Sun Campaign, the Wen clan was crushed by various families, and the century-old foundation collapsed in an instant, and many places around Qishan developed a tradition of celebrating the destruction of the Wen clan. This kind of game can probably be regarded as a kind.

The children stopped chasing, got together very nerve-wracking, and began to discuss: "What should I do, before the sun is shot, it will fall by itself, who will be the boss now?" ”

One raised his hand: "Of course it's me!" I am Jin Guangyao, and I killed the great villain of the Wen family! ”

Wei Wuxian sat on the steps in front of the inn, watching with relish.

In this kind of game, the immortal governor Fangzun, who is now infinitely beautiful, is of course the most popular corner. In the Sun-Shooting Campaign, Jin Guangyao went undercover for several years like a fish in water, deceived the entire Qishan Wen clan inside and out, leaked countless secrets without knowing it, and finally succeeded in assassinating the head of the Wen family, giving the Sun-Shooting Expedition a perfect ending. If he plays, he also wants to try to be Jin Guangyao. It is very reasonable to choose this child as the boss!

Another person protested: "I am Nie Mingjue, I have won the most victories and accepted the most prisoners!" I'm the boss! ”

"Jin Guangyao" said: "But I'm the Immortal Governor." ”

"Nie Mingjue" raised his fist: "What about the Immortal Governor, it's not my third brother, when he sees me, he will run with his tail between his legs!" ”

"Jin Guangyao" was really cooperative, very into the play, and ran away as soon as his shoulders shrank. Another said: "You short-lived ghost. ”

Since he chose to be a certain immortal head, he naturally had some likes and longing for this immortal head in his heart, "Nie Mingjue" was angry: "Jin Zixuan, you died earlier than me, are you qualified to say that I have a short life!" ”

"Jin Zixuan" was unconvinced: "What's wrong with dying early?" I'm third. ”

"The third is only the third in the face!"

At this time, a child seemed to be tired of running and standing, and he also rubbed to the side of the steps, sat down side by side with Wei Wuxian, waved his hand, and said like a peacemaker: "Okay, okay, don't fight." I am the ancestor of Yiling, and I am the most powerful. I think I'm reluctant to be the boss. ”

Wei Wuxian: "......"

There are only such children who will simply ignore good and evil and slander reputation, only argue about the value of force, and be willing to be the ancestor of Yiling.

Another person said: "No, I am the Holy Hand of the Three Poisons, and I am the most powerful." ”

"Yiling Ancestor" said very understandingly: "Jiang Cheng, what are you like to mine, when did you not lose to me, how can you be embarrassed to say that you are the best." Shame or not. ”

Jiang Cheng said: "Hmph, I'm not as good as you?" How did you die? ”

The faint smile on Wei Wuxian's lips melted in an instant.

It was as if he was suddenly pricked by a highly poisonous needle, and a slight stinging pain suddenly came from Zhou's body.

The "Yiling Ancestor" beside him clapped his hands and said, "Then I will add another Wen Ning and a Yin Tiger Talisman here, and I will be invincible!" What about Wen Ning? Come out! He picked up a stone at his feet and thought it was a "Yin Tiger Talisman". A child said weakly, "I'm here...... That one...... I would like to say...... I wasn't dead when I shot the sun......"

Wei Wuxian felt that he had to interrupt.

He said, "Immortal heads, can I ask a question?" ”

This group of children has never been intervened by an adult when they play this game, not to mention that it is not a scolding, but this kind of serious questioning. "Yiling Ancestor" looked at him strangely and warily: "What do you want to ask?" ”

Wei Wuxian said, "Why are there no people from the Lan family?" ”

"Yes."

"Where?"

"Yiling Ancestor" pointed to a child who had not said a word from beginning to end: "That's it." ”

Wei Wuxian took a look, and sure enough, the child had a beautiful face, and he had a rope on his forehead, which was used as a wipe on his forehead. He asked, "Who is he?" ”

"Yiling Ancestor" pursed his lips in disgust and said, "Lan Zhan! ”

…… All right. This group of kids has captured the essence. Playing Lan Zhan, you really should shut up and not speak!

Suddenly, the corners of Wei Wuxian's mouth curled again.

The highly poisonous little needle was pulled out, and I don't know where it was thrown, and the sting was swept away in an instant. Wei Wuxian said to himself, "It's strange and weird. Lan Zhan is such a boring person, how can he always make me so happy?! ”

When Lan Wangji came downstairs, he saw Wei Wuxian sitting alone on the steps and laughing wildly, and when he saw him coming, it was easy to stand up. Walking along the road, laughing along the road, as if you had been poisoned by some strange poison.

Lan Wangji couldn't help but say, "...... What else did I do last night? ”

It must not be that simple, otherwise why would he have laughed until now???

Wei Wuxian touched his chin and said, "I still won't say it, I don't know what's funny, I just can't hold back." You're going to say I'm bored again. Well, I won't laugh anymore and be serious. Actually, yesterday at the Changjia cemetery, I thought about some things, and I didn't have time to tell you. ”

Lan Wangji said: "Speak." ”

Wei Wuxian said, "Ahem." The guy at the liquor store said that the coffin of Chang Mansion and Chang's cemetery was ten years ago. I listened very carefully, and what he meant, obviously, was that there was no more trouble now. And as soon as we came, the sound of coffins suddenly reappeared. This is certainly not a coincidence.

"But I don't think the reason for the sound of the coffin is coming again. It's because the gravedigger dug up the torso of his good brother. ”

Lan Wangji listened attentively, and when Wei Wuxian saw this, he remembered that when he was drunk last night, he held his two fingers intently, held back a painful smile, and said sternly: "So, I'm thinking, this five-horse split may be a vicious suppression method. The dismemberer deliberately chooses the place where the vision haunts the corpse.

"The principle is the same as the method of suppressing the sword spirit and the wall corpse in the Qinghe Nie Clan's Sacrificial Sword Hall, fighting poison with poison, checking and balancing each other, and maintaining balance - maybe I originally learned it from the Nie family's sacrificial knife hall.

"The left hand that was first discovered should have been suppressed in a similar way. Otherwise, with its fierce and bloodthirsty Cheng Dù, it would not have waited until that time to be discovered in Mojiazhuang.

"This vicious method of repression, in which corpses and souls are cut apart and thrown at great distances, is nothing more than to prevent them from coming together. In other words, when they come together and piece together into a complete corpse, something must happen that scares the dismemberer. For example, a good brother will seek revenge on him. ”

Lan Wangji concluded: "Gather the corpse, and the murderer will appear. ”

Wei Wuxian said: "It's concise and to the point, and it's better to be ashamed." And then there's ...... I hope that the good brother's resentment is only directed at the murderer alone. Otherwise, after gathering all the limbs, torso, and head, what we have to face is a resentful, extremely high-cultivation, and extremely murderous corpse. ”

All the way down to the southwest, this time, the location of the left hand guide is the foggy Shudong.

A ghost town that the locals avoid.