As soon as Wei Wuxian opened his eyes, he was kicked.

A thunderclap exploded in his ears: "Why are you pretending to be dead?!"

He was kicked in the chest and almost vomited blood, the back of his head hit the ground and turned his back to the sky, thinking dimly: Dare to kick this ancestor, the courage is not small.

He didn't know how many years he hadn't heard a living person speak, let alone still shouting and scolding so loudly, his head was dizzy, his ears were buzzing, and a voice echoed: "I don't want to know whose land you live in now, whose rice you eat, whose money you spend! What's wrong with taking a few things from you? It should have been all mine!"

In addition to the voice of this young male duck, there was also the sound of rummaging over boxes and cabinets and smashing the sky and the ground. His eyes cleared.

In his sight, a dim roof appeared, and a face with upside-down eyebrows and green eyes was spitting above him: "You still dare to sue! Do you think I am really afraid that you will sue, do you think that someone in this family will really make decisions for you?"

Two strong men who looked like domestic servants came over and said, "Son, it's all smashed!"

Childe said: "Why is it so fast?" The servant said: "This dilapidated house, there are not many things. ”

Childe was so satisfied that his index finger was eager to poke his nose into his head: "If you have the courage to sue, who will you show if you are pretending to be dead now? As if who is rare with your scraps of copper and iron and waste paper, I will smash them all for you, and see what kind of complaint you will take in the future! It's great to be there in Xianmen for a few years? It's not like a lost dog who has been driven back!"

Wei Wuxian pondered half-deadly:

I have been an ancient man for many years, and I really don't pretend.

Who is this?

What's this?

When has he ever done such a thing as taking away others?

The boy also kicked and the house was smashed, and when he was angry, he swaggered out of the door with two domestic servants, slammed the door, and ordered loudly: "Look at the prison, don't let him come out and be embarrassed this month!"

When the people were far away, there was silence, and Wei Wuxian wanted to sit up.

But the members did not obey the call, and lay down again. He had to roll over, looking at the unfamiliar environment and the mess, and felt dizzy.

There was a bronze mirror that had been thrown to the ground on the side, Wei Wuxian touched it and took a look, a surprisingly white face appeared in the mirror, two big red lumps unevenly and asymmetrically on the left and right sides of the cheeks, as long as a bright red long tongue stretched out, he was a hanged ghost. He threw away the mirror, wiped his face, and wiped a hand of white powder.

Fortunately, this body was not born with a strange appearance, but a taste of Qingqi. A big man, who actually painted his face with rouge powder, and painted it so ugly, oh, how can I bear it!

Shocked by this, he regained some strength, and finally sat up, only to notice that there was a ring spell array under him.

The ring array was scarlet, irregular in shape, it seemed to be made with blood as a medium, painted by hand, and it was also wet and exuding a fishy smell, and some twisted and crazy spells were painted in the array, which were erased a little by his body. There is an eerie aura in the graphics and text.

Wei Wuxian has also been called the Demon Dao Supreme and the Demon Dao Patriarch for so many years, and he naturally knows this kind of formation that is not a good thing at a glance.

He didn't take someone else's sacrifice - he was "sacrificed"!

This is an ancient forbidden technique, more of a curse than a formation. After self-mutilation with a murder weapon, the initiator cuts a wound on his body, draws a formation and a spell with his own blood, sits in the center of the circle, summons the most heinous evil spirits, and prays for the summoned evil spirits to fulfill their wishes. The price is that the body is sacrificed to the evil spirits, and the soul is returned to the earth.

This is the "forbidden art of sacrifice", which is diametrically opposed to "taking away".

Because of the heavy cost and resentment, few people dare to implement it, after all, few people have a strong desire to make a living person willing to give his own qiē. The examples recorded in the ancient books are credible, and there are only three or four people for thousands of years. The wishes of these three or four people, without exception, were all revenge, and the evil spirits summoned all perfectly fulfilled their wishes in a cruel and bloody way.

Wei Wuxian was unconvinced.

How did he get classified as a "heinous evil spirit"?

Although his reputation is relatively poor, and his death is very tragic, he does not do anything, and he does not take revenge, he dares to swear that he will never find a lonely ghost who is more peaceful and good than him!

The tricky thing is that once the evil spirit is invited by the initiator, the two parties have reached a contract by default, and the evil spirit must fulfill his wish for it. Otherwise, the curse will backlash, and the possessed will destroy all the primordial gods, and they will not be able to live forever!

Raised his hand to inspect, and sure enough, there were several scars interlaced on both wrists. Tearing off the belt of his clothes, under the black clothes, there are also marks of sharp weapons on his chest and abdomen. Although the bleeding from the wound had stopped, Wei Wuxian knew that this was not an ordinary injury. These wounds cannot be healed without fulfilling the wishes of the Owner. The longer it drags on, the stricter it becomes. If the deadline is exceeded, he who receives this body will be torn alive with his soul and people.

Wei Wuxian confirmed it again and again, and said dozens of times in his heart, "How can this be reasonable!", and finally he was able to barely stand up against the wall.

The room was big, but it was empty and shabby, and the bedspread and quilt hadn't been washed for many days. There was a bamboo basket in the corner, which was originally used to throw waste, but it was kicked down, and dirty waste paper rolled all over the ground. Wei Wuxian observed his surroundings, picked up a ball of paper casually, and unfolded it to see that it was densely filled with words. He was busy collecting all the paper balls on the ground.

The words on this piece of paper are supposed to be written by the owner of this body when he was depressed. Some words and paragraphs are incoherent and inverted, and anxiety and tension come through the twisted handwriting. Wei Wuxian patiently looked at them one by one, and the more he looked at them, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Even guessed, and roughly figured out something.

It turned out that the owner of this body was named Mo Xuanyu. This place is called Mojiazhuang.

Mo Xuanyu's grandfather is a big local family, the people in the clan are thin, there are no children, and he has worked hard for many years, and he only has two daughters. The name of the second daughter is not mentioned, anyway, the eldest daughter is from the lady of the main room, and she is recruited by the husband. Although the second daughter is outstanding, she is a domestic servant, so the Mo family originally planned to send her to marry casually, but who knew that she had another adventure. When she was sixteen years old, the head of a family of immortal cultivators passed by here and fell in love with her at first sight.

The Xuanmen family who worships immortals, cultivates immortals and asks questions is a person who is favored by God in the eyes of the world, mysterious and noble, the people of Mojiazhuang were originally quite disdainful of this kind of thing, but the sect master helped from time to time, and the benefits of the Mo family were real, so the wind changed, and the Mo family was proud of it, and everyone was extremely envious. Mo Erniang gave birth to a son, Mo Xuanyu.

However, the good times did not last long, and the head of the family was greedy for a moment of fresh wild food, and he got tired of eating it after a few years. After Mo Xuanyu was four years old, his father never came.

Gradually, the demographic style of Mojiazhuang changed again, and the original disdain and ridicule returned, and pity, with disdain.

Although Mo Erniang was unwilling, she firmly believed that the head of the family would not ignore her own son. Sure enough, when Mo Xuanyu was fourteen years old, the head of the family sent someone to take him back.

Mo Erniang's head was raised again, and when she met people, she proudly proclaimed that her son would definitely be the head of the Xuanmen Immortal in the future, and he would soar to the glory of the ancestors. The people of Mojiazhuang talked about it for the third time, and their attitudes changed.

However, before Mo Xuanyu could cultivate immortals and inherit his father's family business, he was driven back.

And he was driven back in an extremely ugly way.

Because Mo Xuanyu is a broken sleeve, he has the audacity to harass and entangle his fellow disciples. The scandal was pierced in public, and there was nothing to achieve in cultivation, so there was no reason for him to continue to stay in the family.

To add insult to injury, Mo Xuanyu didn't know what stimulation he had received, and after he came back, the whole person was crazy, sometimes good and sometimes bad, and seemed to be scared stupid.

It's hard to put into words. Wei Wuxian's eyebrows twitched twice.

Not only is he a madman, but he is also a madman with broken sleeves.

No wonder his face was covered in fat and powder like an old hangman, no wonder there was such a big bloody formation on the ground, and no one felt that something was wrong just now. I'm afraid that even if Mo Xuanyu paints the entire room with blood from the floor tiles to the walls to the roof, it will not be strange in the eyes of others. Because everybody knows he's sick in the head!

After he returned to his hometown in a gloomy manner, the ridicule was overwhelming, and it seemed that there was no room for turn. Mo Erniang couldn't bear this kind of blow, and she couldn't get out of her chest with a bad breath, and choked to death.

At this time, Mo Xuanyu's grandfather had passed away, and Mrs. Mo was in charge of the house. This Mrs. Mo probably couldn't see her sister since she was a child, and even with her sister's illegitimate child. She has a lone seedling, the one who came in and looted just now, called Mo Ziyuan. When Mo Xuanyu was picked up by his father, Mrs. Mo was greedy, and she felt that she could have a little kinship with Xianmen, and hoped that the Xianmen envoy who came to pick up people would take Mo Ziyuan to cultivate immortals.

Of course, it was rejected, or ignored.

This is not selling cabbage can be bargained, buy one and get one free!

I don't know where this family got their confidence, they all have a strange idea, I firmly believe that Mo Ziyuan must have immortal bones and talent, if it was him who went to the beginning, he would definitely be appreciated by the immortal family, and he would not be as uncompetitive as his cousin. When Mo Xuanyu left, although Mo Ziyuan was still young, he was repeatedly instilled with such unreasonable thoughts since he was a child, and he was convinced of it.

Although Mo Xuanyu was often sick in his brain, he also knew that he was being bullied, and he endured it again and again, but Mo Ziyuan intensified it, almost emptying his entire house, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and complained in front of his uncle and aunt. So, today Mo Ziyuan came to the door.

The words on the paper were small and dense, Wei Wuxian's eyes hurt when he saw it, and he thought to himself, what the is this life.

No wonder Mo Xuanyu would rather use forbidden art to sacrifice his life, but also ask the powerful ghosts and evil gods to avenge himself.

After the eyeballs hurt, the headache begins. It stands to reason that when using this forbidden technique, the caster should silently recite his wish in his heart, and as a summoned evil spirit, Wei Wuxian should be able to hear his detailed request.

But this forbidden technique is afraid that it is a remnant of Mo Xuanyu secretly extracted from somewhere, and he has not learned it completely, so he missed this step. Although Wei Wuxian guessed that he probably wanted to take revenge on the Mo family, how exactly should he retaliate? What should he do? Snatch back what was taken away? Beat up the Mo family?

Still is...... Destroy the door?

After all, as long as you have mixed up with the cultivation realm, you should know which words are used the most to evaluate him, and the ungrateful and mad six relatives do not recognize the principles of heaven and are wonderful, and there is no candidate more in line with the "fierce gods and evil spirits" than him? Since he dares to summon him by name, he will certainly not make any wishes that can be dismissed lightly.

Wei Wuxian said helplessly: "You have found the wrong person......