"Ahh!!h

Wang Lingjiao screamed and sat up from the bed, and Wen Chao, who was reading the letter at the table, slapped the table and said angrily: "What the hell are you calling in the middle of the night!"

Wang Lingjiao gasped a few times in shock and said, "I...... I dreamed of the guy surnamed Wei, and I dreamed of him again!"

Wen Chao said: "He has been thrown into a mass grave by me for more than three months. Why do you still dream of him? How many times have you dreamed of him!"

Wang Lingjiao said: "I...... I don't know why, I've been dreaming of him lately. ”

Wen Chao was originally upset when he read the letter, and he didn't have time to pay attention to her, let alone comfort her like before, and said impatiently: "Then don't sleep!"

She got out of bed, threw herself on Wen Chao's table, and said, "Young Master Wen, I'...... The more I thought about it, the more scared I felt. I think...... Did we make a big mistake in the first place?...... He's been thrown into a mass grave, will he not die? Will he ......?"

Wen Chao's temples were beating, and he said, "How is it possible? How many groups of monks have our family sent to clear the mass graves before? Has one of them ever returned? He was thrown inside, but now the corpse is rotten and stinking." ”

Wang Lingjiao said: "It's terrible to die! If he really turns into a ghost as he said, he will come back to us ......."

As she spoke, both of them remembered that day, the face and expression of Wei Ying when she fell, and they shuddered together.

Wen Chao immediately retorted: "It's impossible to die! Those who die in mass graves will be imprisoned there." Don't scare yourself. Don't you see I'm annoyed!"

He crumpled the letter in his hand, smashed it out, and said hatefully: "What kind of shooting the sun, bullshit shooting the sun, trying to shoot the sun down?"

Wang Lingjiao stood up, carefully poured him a cup of tea, and thought about some flattering words in his heart, and then said in a flattering voice: "Young Master Wen, their families can also be rampant for a while, and Sect Master Wen will definitely be able to ...... immediately."

Wen Chao scolded: "Shut up! You know a fart! Get out, don't bother me!"

Wang Lingjiao felt aggrieved and a little hateful, put down the teacup, straightened her hair and gauze clothes, and walked out with a flattering smile.

As soon as she went out, the smile on her face collapsed, and she opened a paper ball in her hand. When she came out just now, she quietly picked up the letter that Wen Chao threw out, wanting to see what kind of news made him so angry. She didn't know much literacy, so she looked at it upside down for a long time, and finally guessed that what the letter was talking about: Wen Xu, the eldest son of the Wen family's suzerain and Wen Chao's eldest brother, was beheaded by one of the family heads who took the lead in the rebellion, and he was also picked to demonstrate in front of the battle!

Wang Lingjiao was stunned.

The Gusu Lan clan was burned, the Yunmeng Jiang clan was destroyed, and countless other large and small families were suppressed in various ways, and the voice of resistance was not nothing, but the voice of resistance was always quickly suppressed by the Qishan Wen clan, so three months ago, when the four families of Jin, Nie, Lan, and Jiang formed an alliance and took the lead in rebellion, they all didn't care about what the banner of "shooting the sun" was.

Sect Master Wen spoke at that time. Among these four families, the Lanling Jin family is a grass on the wall, and now seeing what kind of crusade the families are engaged in with righteous indignation, he will also participate in it, but if he is defeated and retreats, he will soon understand that he is begging for hardship, and maybe he will come back soon to hug the thigh of the Wen family and cry for his father and mother; the head of the Nie family in Qinghe is brave and unplanned, too rigid and easy to break, cannot last long, and will die in the hands of his own people sooner or later without the help of others; the Gusu Lan clan was burned to the ground, Lan Xichen transferred the library and came back to succeed the head of the family, he is just a junior who can't afford to carry any big things; the most ridiculous Yunmeng Jiang clan is scattered with slaughter, and there is only one Jiang Cheng who is younger than Lan Xichen, a stinky boy who has not dried up, there is no one under him, and he dares to call himself the head of the family, raises the flag to crusade, and gathers new protégés while crusading.

In short, eight words: not the climate, not the self-measured!

All those on the Wen family's side took this campaign to shoot the sun as a joke. Who knows, three months later, the shape shì did not develop according to the path they envisioned at all!

Hejian, Yunmeng and many other important places were taken away by mistake, but it was okay. Now, even Sect Master Wen's eldest son has been beheaded. Qishan Wen's - Could it be that the number of qi is really exhausted?

Wang Lingjiao was anxious in the corridor for a while, and returned to her room uneasily, her eyelids kept beating wildly. She rubbed her eyelids with one hand and pressed her chest with the other, thinking about her way out.

She has been following Wen Chao for almost half a year. Half a year is already the limit of the time it takes for Wen Chao to love a woman to get tired of it. She thought that she was the one who was different and could persevere to the end, but Wen Chao, who had become more and more impatient recently, had told her that she was no different from other women.

Wang Lingjiao bit her lip, thought about it, squatted down, and turned out a small box from under the bed.

This small box is the property and treasure that she has tried to loot when she has been with Wen Chao for half a year. Possessions can be spent, and treasures can be used for self-defense.

Although I was unwilling, the day finally came. She wanted to count how much inventory she had, took out a small key from her belt, and muttered while unlocking the lock: "Cheap man, your oily □□ essence will die sooner or later, the old lady doesn't have to serve you, the old lady is still happy, you go to die quickly...... Ahh

She fell to the ground all at once.

Just now, the moment she opened the box, she saw the contents inside.

There was no treasure she cherished, just a little child with pale skin curled up in a box!

Wang Lingjiao was so frightened that she screamed miserably, kicking her legs and moving back. She often locked this box, and she only had a key with her, how could there be a child in it? She couldn't open it once a month, and if there was a child hidden in it, how could she not know? How could this child live?!

She kicked over the small box, the mouth of the box toppled over, and the bottom of the box was facing her. There was no movement for a long time.

Wang Lingjiao got up from the ground with trembling legs, wanting to get closer and take another look, but she didn't dare, and said in her heart: "There are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

Her cultivation is extremely poor, and she can't deal with ghosts, but she suddenly thought that this is the supervision room, and there are talismans outside the gate and outside every room, and if there are ghosts, the talisman seals will definitely be able to protect her, so she hurriedly rushed out, took off the talisman seal outside her room, and stuck it on her chest.

With the talisman seal in front of her chest, she seemed to have taken a reassuring pill, tiptoed into the room, found a forked clothes pole, and used it to turn the box over from a distance. There were all her treasures neatly stacked inside, and there were no children at all.

Wang Lingjiao breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down with the forked clothes pole, and was about to start counting, when she suddenly found that there were two white lights under the bed.

It was a pair of eyes.

There was a little white child lying under the bed, looking at her.

This was the third time Wen Chao heard Wang Lingjiao's scream tonight, and he was even more angry in his heart, and scolded: "Stupid slut!

If it weren't for the fact that the intelligence war situation is not optimistic these days, and he has no time to look for new beauties for the time being, he is afraid that he will find those assassins sent by the miscellaneous family, who are not innocent and reliable, and he can't lack a warm bed, he would have let this woman get away a long time ago. Wen Chao shouted: "Come on, tell her to shut up for me!"

No one responded. Wen Chao kicked a stool away, and his anger jumped even higher: "Where are all the people dying!"

All of a sudden, the door opened!

Wen Chao said: "Lao Tzu told you to shut up that slut, not to let you ......"

As soon as he turned around, the second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat. He saw a woman, standing in the doorway of his house.

This woman's nose is crooked and her eyes are slanted, her facial features seem to have been broken and put back together, the two eyes are looking in different directions, the left eye is staring at the oblique upward, the right eye is staring at the oblique downward, and the whole face is distorted into a distorted appearance!

It took a lot of effort for Wen Chao to recognize her by her revealing gauze dress. This is Wang Lingjiao!

Wang Lingjiao's throat gurgled, she took a few steps closer to him, and stretched out her hand: "...... Help me...... Help me...... Help me!"

Wen Chao shouted, drew his new saber, and slashed it over: "Get out!"

Wang Lingjiao was slashed into his shoulder with a sword, her facial features twisted even more, and she screamed: "Ahh......h It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!!, it hurts, it hurt

Wen Chao didn't even dare to pull out his sword back, so he picked up a stool and threw it at her. After the stool hit her, it fell apart, Wang Lingjiao shook, knelt down, lay on the ground, seemed to kowtow to someone, and said inarticulately: "...... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... Spare me, spare me, spare me, woo woo ......"

As she kowtowed, blood flowed from her seven orifices. The door was blocked by her, and Wen Chao couldn't rush out, so he had to push open the window and shout heartbreakingly: "Wen Zhuliu! Wen Zhuliu!!"

Wang Lingjiao on the ground had already picked up a stool leg, stuffed it into her mouth frantically, laughed while stuffing it, and said, "Okay, good, I'll eat, I'll eat!" Haha, I'll eat!"

The leg of the stool was stuffed into it by her!

Wen Chao's soul was scattered, and he was about to jump out of the window to escape, when he suddenly found that in the courtyard, in the moonlight, there was a black figure standing.

Meanwhile.

Jiang Cheng stood in front of a forest and noticed someone approaching, tilting his head slightly. The person who came was dressed in white, tied to wipe his forehead, the streamers were fluttering lightly behind him, his face was as white as jade, extremely handsome and elegant, under the moonlight, the whole person seemed to be shrouded in a faint halo.

Jiang Cheng said coldly: "Second Prince Lan." ”

Lan Wangji's expression was solemn, and he bowed his head and said, "Sect Master Jiang." ”

After the two greeted each other, they had nothing to say, took their respective monks, and walked in silence.

Two months ago, the Lan family Shuangbi and Jiang Cheng had a surprise attack, and the confiscated fairy swords of the children of each family were taken back from Wen Chao's "Education Division", and the goods were returned to their original owners. The three poisons and dust avoidance returned to their respective hands.

Lan Wangji's light-colored eyes swept over the other sword on Jiang Cheng's waist and turned his gaze back.

After a while, he looked straight ahead and said, "Wei Ying hasn't appeared yet?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at him, as if wondering why he suddenly asked Wei Ying, and replied, "No." ”

He looked at the casualness on his waist and said, "He will definitely come to me when he comes back, and I will return the sword to him when he appears." ”

Not long after, the two of them rushed to the supervision house where Wen Chao was hiding with a group of monks, preparing for a night attack. Before entering the door, Lan Wangji's eyes froze, and Jiang Cheng frowned.

Yin is overflowing, and resentment is rampant.

However, the sigils on both sides of the gate are intact. Jiang Cheng gestured, and the monks he led dispersed and fell under the wall. He swung three poisons, and the sword qi struck out, slamming open the door. Before entering the door, Lan Wangji's gaze swept over the talismans on both sides of the door.

The scene inside the dormitory was horrific.

The courtyard was littered with corpses. And not only the courtyard, but also the flowers, corridors, wooden fences, and even rooftops were littered with corpses.

These corpses were all dressed in scorching sun robes and were protégés of the Wen family. Jiang Cheng turned over a corpse with three poisons, and when he saw five or six blood marks on this miserable white face, he said, "Seven orifices bleed." ”

Lan Wangji stood on the other side and said, "This one is not. ”

Jiang Cheng walked over and found that this corpse rolled his eyes, unrecognizable, and there was yellow bile flowing from his mouth, and he was scared to death by being scared to death. At this time, one of his protégés said: "Sect Master, I have seen it, and all of them are dead, and each corpse dies in a different way. ”

hanged, burned, drowned, throat cut, sharp weapon through the brain...... After Jiang Cheng listened, Sen Ran said, "It seems that tonight's task has something else to help us complete." ”

Lan Wangji was silent and took the lead in entering the house.

The door of Wen Chao's room was wide open, and only a female corpse was left in the room. This female corpse was lightly dressed and had half of a stool leg stuffed in her mouth, and she stabbed herself to death because she forcibly wanted to swallow this table leg into her stomach.

Jiang Cheng turned the distorted face of the female corpse, stared at it for a while, sneered, grabbed the leg of the stool, and slammed it into her mouth, stabbing the remaining half of the outside into it.

He stood up with red eyes, and was about to speak, but saw Lan Wangji standing in front of the door, frowning and thinking. He walked over and followed Lan Wangji's gaze, only to see a talisman with a yellow background sticking to the door.

At first glance, there is nothing wrong with this talisman, but if you look closely, you will find that there are some subtle things that make people uncomfortable.

Lan Wangji said: "It's too much." ”

They have long memorized the painting method of the town house talisman seal, however, there are a few more strokes in the cinnabar of this talisman seal dragon flying phoenix dance. It was these few strokes that changed the pattern of the whole spell. Now it looks like the charm posted on the door is like a human face, smiling solemnly!

The bodies of Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu were not found in the supervision dormitory, and Jiang Cheng speculated that they must have fled in the direction of Qishan, and immediately withdrew from the abandoned supervision dormitory, and Edgeworth pursued them. Lan Wangji went back to Gusu first, and only caught up with Jiang Cheng the next day.

Lan Wangji took out the last spell and said, "This talisman has been reversed." ”

Jiang Cheng said: "Reversal?

Lan Wangji said: "Ordinary charms, exorcism." This charm summons evil spirits. ”

Jiang Cheng was slightly stunned: "Fu Seal - can you still attract evil spirits?" ”

Lan Wangji said: "It's really unheard of, but, after testing, it does have the ability to summon yin and gather evil." ”

Jiang Cheng took the talisman and looked at it carefully, and said, "Just a few strokes, and the function of the entire talisman is reversed?

Lan Wangji said: "The total of four strokes added is painted by human blood. The entire town house seal of the Supervision Liao has been altered. The pen moves for the same person. ”

Jiang Cheng said: "Then who is this person? Among the famous people of the various families, I have never heard of anyone who can do such a thing. Then he said, "But whoever he is, the purpose is the same as ours - to slaughter the Wen dogs!"

The two of them followed the intelligence all the way north, and everywhere they passed, they could hear that there were tragic dead monsters in the local area. These corpses were all Wen family monks wearing scorching sun flame robes, and they were all of quite high grade, and they were cultivated in order to obtain them. However, all of them died in a terrible state, and there were many ways to die, and all of them were exposed to the crowd. Jiang Cheng said: "Do you think that these people were also killed by that person?"

Lan Wangji said: "The evil spirit is very heavy. It should have been done by one person. ”

Jiang Cheng snorted: "Evil, in this world, can there be anything more evil than Wen Dog!"

Late at night on the fourth day, the two finally caught Wen Zhuliu's traces near the post station in a remote mountain town.

The inn had two floors, and the stables were next to it. When Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng arrived, they just saw a tall figure rushing into the building and locking the door. The two were afraid that Wen would go from stream to cultivate, so it was inconvenient to startle the snake, so they did not enter through the door, but climbed onto the roof.

Jiang Cheng endured the monstrous hatred in his chest, grinding his teeth, staring at the tile crack, and looking inside.

Wen Zhuliu was dressed in the dust, holding a figure in his arms, and dragged up to the second floor, put this person on the table, and then ran to the window and pulled down all the curtains, covering it tightly, and then returned to the table and lit the oil lamp.

The faint light illuminated his face, still pale and cold, but there were two thick blacks under his eyes. The other person at the table, wrapped all over his body, even his face was covered in the cloak, like a fragile cocoon, shivering, shrunk into the cloak and panting, and suddenly said, "Don't light the lamp! What if he finds out!"

Lan Wangji raised his head and glanced at Jiang Cheng, both of whom had the same suspicion in their eyes.

This person must be Wen Chao, but how did Wen Chao's voice become like this, sharp and thin, not like Wen Chao at all?

Wen Zhuliu lowered his head and rummaged through the things in his sleeve, and said, "If you don't light the lamp, he won't find it." ”

Wen Chao said with a huff: "We, we have run so far and run for so long, he, he should, can't catch it!"

Wen Zhuliu said indifferently: "Maybe." ”

Wen Chao said angrily: "What do you mean maybe! If you don't escape, you won't run quickly!"

Wen Zhuliu said: "You have to use medicine." Otherwise, it's dead. ”

As he spoke, he lifted Wen Chao's cloak at once.

This lift, the two people on the roof were slightly stunned!

Under the cloak, it was not Wen Chao's arrogant, handsome and greasy face, but a bald head wrapped in bandages!

Wen peeled off the bandages layer by layer, revealing the bald man's skin. This face was covered with uneven burns and scars, making his whole body as if cooked, hideous and ugly, and there was no shadow of the former person at all!

Wen took out the medicine bottle, first gave him a few pills, then took out the ointment and applied it to the burns on his head and face. Wen Chao whimpered in pain, however, Wen Zhuliu said: "Don't shed tears, otherwise the tears will make the wound fester, and the pain will be even worse!"

Wen Chao had to hold back his tears, and he couldn't even cry. Beside the flickering firelight, a bald man with a burned face bared his teeth and cracked teeth, and his mouth made a muffled strange sound, and the fire would not be extinguished, dim and yellow. This scene is truly terrifying.

At this moment, Wen Chao screamed and said, "Dizi! Dizi! Is it Dizi?! I heard him playing the flute again!"

Wen Zhuliu said: "No! It's the wind." ”

However, Wen Chao was so frightened that he fell to the ground and howled again, and Wen Zhuliu picked him up again. It seems that there is something wrong with Wen Chao's legs, and he can't walk on his own.

Wen Zhuliu finished applying the medicine to him, took out a few buns from his arms, handed them to him, and said, "Eat." After eating, continue on your way. ”

Wen Chao shuddered and picked it up and took a bite. Seeing this, Jiang Cheng remembered the day he and Wei Wuxian fled, and the two of them couldn't even eat a mouthful of dry food.

Suddenly, Wen Chao seemed to have bitten something, showed an extremely terrifying expression, threw the bun out, and screamed: "I don't eat meat! I don't eat it! I don't eat it!"

Wen Zhuliu handed another one and said, "This is not meat." ”

Wen Chao said: "I want to find my father, when can I go back to my father!"

Wen Zhuliu said: "At this rate, there are still two days." ”

He spoke very sincerely, never exaggerated, never faked, but this sincerity made Wen Chao very painful, and said in a dumb voice: "Two days, two days?!Look at me now, what will I look like now? Wait two more days, what will I look like?!

Wen Zhuliu stood up suddenly, Wen Chao shrank in fright, thinking that he wanted to run away alone, but suddenly knew that he was scared. All the guards died tragically in front of him one by one, only this Wen Zhuliu was his last reliance, and he hurriedly changed his words: "No, no, no, Wen Zhuliu, Brother Wen! Don't go, you can't leave me, as long as you take me back to my father, I will let him promote you to the best guest! No, no, no, no, you saved me, you are my eldest brother, I will let him recognize you into the sect! From now on, you will be my eldest brother!"

Wen Zhuliu stared in the direction of the stairs and said, "No need. ”

Not only did he hear it, but Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng heard it. There was the sound of footsteps on the stairs of the inn.

There was a man who was stepping on the steps and walking upstairs.

Wen Chao's burned face instantly faded from the original excess blood, and he trembled and stretched out his hands from his cloak to cover his face, as if he was too scared, and wanted to cover his ears and cover his eyes to protect himself. And these palms turned out to be bare, without a finger!

Knock, knock, knock.

The man walked slowly upstairs, dressed in black, with a slender body, a flute at his waist, and walked with his hands in his hands.

Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng on the roof pressed their hands against the hilt of their swords.

However, when the man walked up the stairs leisurely and turned back with a smile, his eyes widened in disbelief when he saw Lan Wangji, who had the handsome face.