Wei Wuxian lay on his stomach all night, thinking about what had happened to Lan Wang's body all these years.

When he opened his eyes in the early morning of the second day, Lan Wangji was gone, and he was lying on the couch, with his hands at his sides, and he was placed in a well-behaved and self-conscious posture, and his body was still covered with a quilt.

Wei Wuxian lifted the quilt and buried the five fingers of his right hand in his hair. After sleeping in the middle of the night, the absurd and terrifying inexplicable feeling in my heart still lingers.

The wooden door of the quiet room knocked lightly twice, and Lan Sichai's voice sounded outside: "Young Master Mo, are you awake?"

Wei Wuxian: "What did you tell me to do so early?!"

Lan Sichai: "Early ...... It's already time. ”

The Lan family is always in the middle of the day, and it is regular, and Wei Wuxian is ugly and ugly, and it is also very regular, an hour later than his family. He lay on his stomach for half the night, his waist was slightly sore, and said, "I can't get up." ”

Lan Sichai: "Uh, what's wrong with you?"

Wei Wuxian: "What's wrong with me. I was slept with by your family's Hanguang-kun!"

Lan Jingyi's voice was also violent, resounding from far to near: "If you talk nonsense, we can't spare you." Come out!"

Wei Wuxian said unjustly: "Really! He slept with me all night! I don't go out, I don't have the face to see people, why don't you come in." ”

The people around Hanguangjun's residence can't step into it at will, and they can only shout outside. Lan Jingyi said angrily: "It's really not ashamed! Hanguangjun is not a broken sleeve, he sleeps with you?! If you don't go to sleep, he will be grateful to the sky." Get up, take your donkey, heal it well, and die of a noise!"

At the mention of his mount, Wei Wuxian hurriedly got up, "What's wrong with your donkey?! ”

He came out of the ashram, and was led by the two men to a green meadow, where the donkey was screaming and making a lot of noise. The reason for the screaming was that it was going to eat grass, but there were a dozen billowing white pompoms on the grass that made it impossible for it to swallow.

Wei Wuxian said happily: "There are so many rabbits! Come on, come on, fork up, roast!"

Lan Jingyi's seven tricks smoked: "Yun Shen doesn't know where to prohibit killing! Hurry up and shut it up, I've already asked it several times if I read it early!"

Wei Wuxian gave it the apple from the breakfast he had given him, and sure enough, the donkey didn't care about barking as soon as he nibbled on the apple, and clicked and chewed his mouth. Wei Wuxian touched the back of its neck as he beat the idea of the jade order on the juniors. He pointed to the white rabbits that were rolling all over the ground, and said, "You really can't roast them?

Lan Jingyi said: "This is raised by Hanguang Jun, you dare to bake!"

When Wei Wuxian heard this, he almost fell to the ground laughing, thinking to himself, "Lan Zhan is really this person! he didn't want to give him before, but now he secretly raises a large group." And said don't, coax whom? Spare his life, he actually likes this kind of white and hairy little thing! How can he raise it? Hanguangjun hugged a rabbit with a straight face, ouch, I'm going to die......

But when he remembered the scene last night, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

At this moment, from the west of the clouds, there was a burst of bells.

The bell was very different from the chime, rapid and intense, as if some madman had been beating him. Lan Jingyi and Lan Sichai's faces changed greatly, and they didn't care about gags with him anymore, so they left him and ran. Wei Wuxian knew something was wrong and hurriedly followed.

The bell came from a corner tower.

This corner tower is called the "Hades Chamber", and the walls around it are made of special materials, with spells on the seal, and it is a special building for the Lan family to summon spirits. When the bell on the corner tower rang spontaneously, it meant that something had happened: the person who was performing the spiritualist ritual inside had an accident.

Outside the corner tower, there were more and more Lan family disciples and protégés who came around, but no one dared to enter rashly. The door to the underworld was a pitch-black wooden door, firmly locked and could only be opened from the inside. Violent destruction from the outside is not only difficult, but also a violation of taboos. Besides, there was an accident in the spiritualist ritual, which was a terrible thing, because no one knew what kind of soul would be summoned, and what would happen if they recklessly broke in. And since the establishment of the underworld, there has almost never been a failure to conjure, which makes people even more worried.

Wei Wuxian saw that Lan Wangji did not appear, and he had a bad premonition. If Lan Wangji is still in the depths of the clouds, he should rush over immediately when he hears the alarm bell, unless he ...... Suddenly, the black door slammed open, and a white-clothed protégé stumbled out.

The soles of his feet were unsteady and he rolled down the steps as soon as he rushed out. The door to the chamber of hell closed on its own, as if someone had thrown it in anger.

Others hurriedly helped the protégé up. He fell down again immediately after being picked up, burst into tears uncontrollably, and grabbed humanity: "It shouldn't be...... Shouldn't be recruited...... Never should......"

Wei Wuxian grabbed his hand, looked him in the eye, and said in a deep voice, "What kind of soul are you recruiting? Who else is in there?!"

The protégé seemed to have a hard time breathing, and opened his mouth and said, "Hanguang-kun, let me escape ......"

Before he could finish speaking, red blood poured out of his nose and mouth.

Wei Wuxian pushed the man into Lan Sichai's arms. The sloppy bamboo flute was still stuck in his waist, and he stepped up several steps in two steps, kicked the door of the underworld, and shouted, "Open!"

The door of the underworld opened its mouth and laughed wildly, and Huo Ran opened. Wei Wuxian immediately dodged inside. The door closed after him. Several protégés were startled and rushed forward, but the door could not be opened anyway.

Lan Jingyi threw herself on the door, shocked and angry, and blurted out: "Who is this madman?!"

Lan Si chased after the protégé, gritted his teeth and said, "...... Whoever he is, help me. He's bleeding!"

As soon as Wei Wuxian entered the underworld, he felt a burst of oppressive black qi coming towards him.

This black qi seemed to be a mixture of resentment, anger and madness, almost visible to the naked eye, surrounded by it, and the dull pain in one's chest. The length and width of the underworld are more than three feet, and there are a few people in the four corners. On the formation in the center of the ground, the object of this conjuring spirit is erected.

Nothing else, just an arm. It's the one I brought back from Mojiazhuang!

It was facing the ground, standing straight and straight like a stick, four fingers into a fist, and the index finger outstretched as if pointing at someone. The endless stream of black gas that filled the entire underworld was emitted by it.

The people who participated in the conjuring ceremony fled and fell, and only Lan Wangji in the direction of the chairman of the east head was still sitting upright.

He was sitting on a precarious seat, with a guqin at his side, his hand not resting on the strings, but the strings were trembling and humming. He seemed to be listening intently to the sound of something, and he looked up when he noticed someone intruding.

Lan Wangji's face had always been unwavering, Wei Wuxian couldn't see what he was thinking, and turned around and stepped on the direction of the west head, pulling the bamboo flute out of his waist and raising it to his lips.

On the west head, it was Lan Qiren who was originally in charge, and he was already crooked to the side at the moment, just like the protégé who escaped from the underworld, bleeding and losing his mind. Wei Wuxian took his place, far away from Lan Wangji.

That night in Mojiazhuang, Wei Wuxian first disturbed each other with a whistle, and then Lan Wangji attacked each other with the sound of the piano from a distance, and the two of them inadvertently joined forces to suppress this arm. Lan Wangji made eye contact with him, knowing it in his heart, his right hand was raised, and a string of strings flowed out, and Wei Wuxian immediately harmonized with the flute.

The song they played was called "The Conjuring."

Using the body of the deceased, a part of the body, or a beloved object as a medium, the soul of the deceased follows the sound. Usually it only takes one paragraph for the form of the revenant to emerge in the array. But as he drew to the end of his song, no soul was summoned.

The arm was furious, the muscles of the whole body flare up, and the feeling of depression in the air became heavier.

If it was someone else who was guarding the west at this time, he would not have been able to escape the bloody fate of Lan Qiren, and he would have been unable to support it for a long time. Wei Wuxian was secretly frightened: he and Lan Wangji couldn't summon the souls of the dead when they played "The Conjuring" together, which was almost impossible. Unless...... Unless the soul of the deceased is severed along with its corpse!

It seems that this brother is a little worse than him. Although his body was bitten to pieces, his soul was complete.

"The Conjuring" was useless, and Lan Wangji changed the tune between his fingers and played another song.

This piece is completely different from the treacherous and question-like tone, quiet and peaceful, and the title of the song is "Rest". These two pieces were both well-known songs of the Xuanmen, and it was not uncommon for anyone to play them, so Wei Wuxian naturally followed.

The flute of the ancestor of Yiling is called "Chen Qing", and it is famous. At this time, he responded with a bamboo flute, deliberately blowing a lot of mistakes and omissions, and the breath was insufficient, which was unbearable to listen to. Lan Wangji probably had never played with such a bad person, and after playing for a while, he looked up at him expressionlessly.

Wei Wuxian cheekily pretended not to see, turned around and continued to blow, and blew away the tune of two sentences. If Lan Qiren is awake, he will inevitably scold, so that if he can't blow, don't blow, and don't disturb and defile Lan Wangji's piano sound.

But even if he blew this virtue, his effectiveness was undiminished, and the hand slowly drooped under the combined suppression of the flute and the sound of the piano. Suddenly, the door of the underworld popped open, and the sunlight poured in.

It was about the time when the alarm bell on the corner tower stopped ringing, and the children and protégés who had been gathered outside the underworld rushed in. Lan Si chased: "Hanguangjun, Master Mo, you ......"

Finally stopping this terrible ensemble, Lan Wangji pressed his hand on the strings, stopped the humming of the strings, and said, "Save people." ”

Lan Si learned his mind, summoned the others, and flattened the bodies of several seniors who were bleeding from the seven orifices in the underworld to carry out treatment. They were administering needles and medicines, while another group of protégés brought a bronze bell and put the arm back inside. Although the scene was busy, it was orderly and soft-spoken, and no one made any noise.

Wei Wuxian inserted the bamboo flute back into his waist and squatted down beside the bronze bell, rubbing the golden inscription on it, thinking in his heart.

That night in Mojiazhuang, he judged that the resentment of this arm was caused by the dismemberment of the body. Because he knew that help would arrive soon, he didn't look into it. But if it is an ordinary corpse, even if the resentment is strong, the lethality is not so great.

Lan Qiren, a well-known person, has presided over not a thousand but eight hundred soul conjuring ceremonies, among which there are many powerful ghosts and fierce spirits, even he was injured by its resentful counterattack, bleeding from the seven orifices, and is still unconscious. I'm afraid the identity of the owner of this arm is not so simple.

Ten have*, also an immortal cultivator. Moreover, it is very likely that he is an immortal cultivator with a noble status, powerful power, and great resentment.

However, I have not heard of any famous immortal heads of the family who were dismembered and died, or whose bodies disappeared after death.

He looked up at Lan Wangji.

The Gusu Lan clan strictly abides by the three laws: the first degree, the second suppression, and the third extermination. This arm has killed and injured several people, and it is obviously beyond the limit, so it stands to reason that after the Lan family brought it back, what they should do is the second step, suppress it.

But the Lan family didn't do this, and chose to summon spirits. Think about it, and you can figure out why.

Different grades of Yin Summoning Flags have different drawing methods and powers. Lan Si chased the few sides they painted in Mojiazhuang, and the scope of action was only five miles away.

And this hand that was summoned was very murderous, feeding on human flesh and bones. If it had been stored within a radius of five miles from Mojiazhuang from the beginning, with its ferocious Cheng dù, it would never have been calm, and it was impossible for Mojiazhuang to be disturbed by walking corpses at night. However, after the Lan family arrived at Mojiazhuang to hunt, it suddenly appeared, and it was a bit reluctant to say that it was not deliberately put into this location at this opportunity.

It goes without saying who this move is aimed at. Lan Wangji would not have thought of the strange thing, and the Gusu Lan clan would inevitably get to the bottom of it.

Over there, Lan Si chased: "Hanguang-jun, I can't think of this arm...... So tricky. Pills and needles are ineffective, how can this be good?"

Wei Wuxian waited for someone to provoke the conversation, and hurriedly said, "It's not easy! Go back to the source, find its body, and find a way to save people." ”

If the body of this arm can be found, you will be able to find out the identity of the deceased and the clues of the person who secretly attacked the Gusu Lan clan. And he can take this opportunity to go down the mountain and find a chance to slip away. It can be described as killing three birds with one stone, and everyone is happy.

Although Lan Jingyi knew that he was definitely not a madman, she couldn't help but speak to him in a condemning tone, and said, "You said it simply, you can't summon spirits, if you make a fuss like this, where can you find it?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Where can I find it?"

Lan Jingyi was puzzled: "Show me? Who?

Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "Ask your family Hanguang-jun to go." ”

Lan Wangji glanced at him and said, "Northwest." ”

The arm was pointing in the northwest direction.