The flower donkey that Wei Wuxian pulled away was extremely difficult to serve.

Obviously it's just a donkey, but he only eats fresh and dewy grass, and the tips of the grass are a little yellow, so he doesn't eat it. Passing by a farmer, Wei Wuxian stole some wheat straw to feed it, chewed it a few bites, and spit out, louder than a living person's spit. If he didn't eat well, he refused to leave, lost his temper, and stumbled, Wei Wuxian was almost kicked by it several times, and his screams were extremely ugly.

Whether it's as a mount or as a pet, it's all good!

Wei Wuxian couldn't help but miss his sword. Most of the heads of a large family now hang that sword on the wall and display it as a trophy.

He ran alive for several days, passing through the fields of a large village. The scorching sun is scorching, there is a big locust tree on the edge of the ridge, the green shade under the locust tree is thick, and there is an old well, and the villagers put a bucket and a scoop by the well for passers-by to quench their thirst. The flower donkey ran here, refusing to leave, Wei Wuxian jumped down, patted it on the buttocks and said, "You are still a rich life, and it is harder than me to serve." ”

The donkey squirts him.

Among all the scoundrels, a group of people came from a distance.

These people weave bamboo baskets and cloth shirts and straw sandals behind their backs, and from head to toe they have the rustic atmosphere of rural villagers. There was a little girl inside, with a round face, and her appearance was barely delicate, maybe she had been walking under the scorching sun for a long time, and she also wanted to come over to drink water, but she saw a flower donkey tied under the tree that was smashing hooves and barking, and there was a madman sitting with a red and white cloak, so she didn't dare to come.

Wei Wuxian, who claimed to be a person who cherished the fragrance and cherished the jade, moved his nest and moved a piece of land to toss the donkey. When the group saw that he was harmless, they came with peace of mind. Sweating profusely and her cheeks were flushed, fanning the wind and fetching water, the girl sat by the well, as if she knew that he was willing to give in, and smiled at Wei Wuxian.

One of them held a compass in his hand, looked into the distance, lowered his head and said in confusion: "Why is it almost at the foot of Dafan Mountain, and this pointer still doesn't move?"

This compass is very strangely engraved, and it is not an ordinary compass. It is not used to refer to the southeast, northwest, but to refer to the "wind evil disk" of the fierce and evil demons. Wei Wuxian knew that this was a destitute and strapped rural retail household. In addition to the wealthy families in the spring and snow, there are also many such small households that study behind closed doors. Maybe he came from the countryside to join some big family. Anyway, it's not like I'm going to a Qing Conference or a flower party.

The middle-aged man in the lead beckoned people over to drink water and said, "Is your compass broken, I'll get a new one for you." There are less than ten miles to go to Dafan Mountain, and we can't rest for a long time. The wind and dust have been all the way, if you just slack off here and fall behind and let people take the lead, it will not be worth it. ”

It seems that this group of people did not go to run, but to hunt at night.

The Xianmen family called traveling all over the world and eliminating demons as "hunting", and because these things often haunt at night, they are also called "night hunting". There are so many immortal cultivation families, but there are only a few who come and go to become famous. If it weren't for the rich accumulation of the ancestors, ordinary families would have to make real achievements if they wanted to be included in the top ranks and become famous and win prestige and respect among the Xuanmen. Capture the murderous demon beast or the evil of the party to the disaster, the family can double its value, and only then can it have weight when it speaks.

This was Wei Wuxian's specialty, but in the past few days, he has been running around on the road, breaking into several graves, and he has not hunted a single one with enough weight, all of them are little ghosts. He was sending a ghost general to help him do his power, and he decided to try his luck in Da Iishan. If it's a good one, grab it and put it away.

The pedestrian had rested enough and was ready to hit the road. Before leaving, the round-faced girl took out a small apple from her back box and handed it to him: "This is for you." ”

Wei Wuxian grinned and reached out to pick it up, but the donkey bared its teeth to bite. Wei Wuxian hurriedly fished it out. Seeing that the donkey coveted the little apple, he was blessed with a long branch and a fishing line and hung the apple in front of the flower donkey's head. The flower donkey smelled the fragrance of apples in front of him, wanted to eat them, chased after the apple, which was always a little bit close, and rushed forward, even faster than all the famous foals Wei Wuxian had ever seen, and rode in the dust!

The donkey didn't stop, and Wei Wuxian soon arrived at Dafan Mountain before dark. It wasn't until the foot of the mountain that he knew that this was not the other. From a distance, the mountain shape looks like a short Buddha statue with a wide heart and a fat body, hence the name. There is a small town at the foot of the mountain, which is called Buddha's foot town.

There were far more monks gathered here than he had imagined, and families of all stripes of clothing were mixed and walked through the streets. For some reason, everyone looked nervous, and they didn't have time to laugh at him when they saw him.

In the middle of the long street, a group of monks gathered together and spoke solemnly. There seemed to be a big difference of opinion, and Wei Wuxian heard them arguing loudly from a distance:

“…… I don't think there are any Soul Eaters or Soul Eaters here, because none of the Wind Evil Disk hands have moved!"

"If not, how did these seven townsfolk get their soulless disease? They can't all have the same strange disease, right? I've never heard of this disease before!"

"Surely there isn't a Wind Evil Disk if it doesn't point it? It can only point in a general direction, and it is not precise enough to be trusted, and perhaps there is something around here that can stop the pointing of its pointer. ”

"I don't want to know who made the Wind Evil Disk, and I've never heard of anything that can disturb the pointing of its pointers. ”

"What do you mean by this? No one knows that the Wind Evil Plate was made by Wei Ying. But what he does is not perfect, is it not allowed for others to question it?"

"I didn't allow others to question it, let alone say that Wei Ying is perfect, why should Your Excellency spray people with blood!"

So they began to argue in the other direction, and Wei Wuxian rode by on a flower donkey. I don't want so many years to pass, he is still strong in the monks' verbal swords, "every Wei will quarrel". If he votes for the most popular person in the hundred families, he must be the one who will not give in. In all fairness, what the monk said was right, the Wind Evil Disk that was now common in the cultivation realm was the first version he had made, and it was indeed not sophisticated. He was originally working on improvement, but whoever taught the nest was smashed by someone before he finished changing it, so everyone had to be aggrieved and continue to use the first version with insufficient precision.

Most of the low-level ones who eat flesh and bones, such as walking corpses, and only the more elegant high-grade demon beasts or powerful ghosts can suck and digest the soul, and they have eaten seven in one go, no wonder so many families gather here. Since the object of night hunting is not trivial, it is inevitable that some mistakes will occur in the wind evil disk.

Wei Wuxian grabbed the rope, jumped off the donkey's back, and brought the apple that had hung the flower donkey all the way to its mouth: "One bite, just one bite...... Phew, you're going to eat my whole hand?"

He took two bites of the apple and stuffed it back into the donkey's mouth. It hurts that he has been reduced to sharing the same apple with a donkey. Suddenly bumped into a person in the back. When I turned around, I saw that it was a young girl, although I bumped into him, but I didn't pay attention to him at all, her eyes were blank, she was smiling, and she was looking straight in a certain direction.

Wei Wuxian followed her gaze. In that direction, from the top of the black pressure mountain, it is the Great Fan Mountain.

Suddenly, the girl danced in front of him. The posture was wild, with teeth and claws, Wei Wuxian was watching with relish, and a woman ran over with her skirt, hugged her and cried, "Ah Yan, let's go back, go back!"

Ah Yan struggled to shake her off, and the smile on her face, which did not fade from beginning to end, continued to dance and dance with a creepy love, and the woman had to chase her all over the street, whining and crying as she ran. A merchant on the side said: "Evil, Ah Yan from Zheng Blacksmith's house ran out again." ”

"Her aunt is so pitiful. Ah Yan, Ah Yan's husband, and her husband, none of them have a good ......."

Wei Wuxian wandered around, sorting out the strange things that happened here from the scattered words of people from all walks of life.

On Dafan Mountain, there is an ancient cemetery, where most of the ancestral graves of the townspeople of Fojiao Town are located, and sometimes a wooden plaque is dug for the nameless corpse here. A few months ago, there was a night of lightning and thunder, wind and rain. After a night of heavy rain, a landslide collapsed on Dafan Mountain, and it was that cemetery. Many old graves were destroyed, and several coffins were turned out of the earth, and the lid of the coffin was blown off by a lightning bolt, and even the coffins with corpses were scorched black.

The townspeople of Fojiao Town were very uneasy, and prayed for blessings to rebuild the ancient tombs, thinking that the past would be settled. Who knows, since then, there have been frequent soulless people in Buddha's Foot Town.

The first one is a slacker. This person is a poor egg, he is idle on weekdays, and he was trapped in Dafan Mountain that night because of hunting, and was scared half to death by a landslide, and his life was fine. A few days after I came back, I suddenly married a daughter-in-law, and did a family affair with great fanfare, saying that I would do good deeds and accumulate virtue from now on and live with peace of mind.

On the wedding night, he was so drunk that he lay down in bed and didn't get up. The bride called him that he should not, and when he pushed it, he found that the groom's eyes were straight and cold, and he was no different from a dead man except that he could breathe. I lay down for a few days without eating or drinking, and I was relieved to go into the ground.

The second is Ah Yan of Zheng's blacksmith's family. The little girl had just made a marriage appointment, but the next day her future husband was killed by a jackal in the mountains while hunting. When she learned about this, she also had the same situation as the previous lazy man. Fortunately, after a while, her soul loss was cured on its own. But since then, people have also become crazy, and they dance outside every day with a smile and a smile to show others. The third is Zheng Blacksmith, Ah Yan's father. So far, seven people have been killed in a row.

Wei Wuxian pondered, most of them were Soul Eaters, not Soul Eaters.

Although the two are one word different, they are completely different things. The demon is a ghost, and the beast is a demon beast. In his opinion, it may have been a landslide that shook the ancient tomb, and the heavenly thunder split the coffin, releasing the old man who rested in it. Whether it is or not, let him see what kind of coffin it is and whether there is any seal left. But the townspeople of Fojiao Town must have buried the charred coffin a long time ago, and the bones were re-gathered into the ground, and there must not be many traces left.

To get up the hill, you had to take the mountain road from the town, and Wei Wuxian pedaled the donkey slowly up the slope. After walking for a while, several people went down with a gloomy face.

Some of these people have wounds on their faces and are gossiping. The sky was dark, and he bumped into a donkey rider with hanged ghost makeup head-on, Qi Qi was startled, scolded, and hurried downhill around him. Wei Wuxian looked back and wondered, could it be that this soul-eating soul pierced his hands and returned with a feather? After a moment's thought, he patted the donkey's buttocks and rode up the mountain at a trot.

He just missed the next complaint of this group of people:

"I've never seen anything so domineering!"

"The head of such a big family, can he come here to grab a Soul Eater from us? He killed I don't know how many when he was young!"

"Well, what a way. Who called it Jiang Cheng. If you offend anyone, you can't offend the Jiang family, and you can't offend Jiang Cheng if you offend anyone. Pack up your things and leave, consider yourself unlucky!"