There is really a stone fort in Xinglu Ridge, and it seems that the rumors are not groundless. But it's hard to say whether or not it's a "cannibal castle" and what is inside.

Jin Ling's black-maned greyhound was on the periphery of the stone castle group, running around it, sometimes whispering, sometimes barking loudly. Seeing Lan Wangji approaching, although he retreated timidly, he did not flee in the wilderness, but shouted at them even louder, and looked at the stone castle again, and his front paws dug the ground and the dirt flew up, and he was anxious. Wei Wuxian hid behind Lan Wangji and said bitterly, "Why hasn't it left...... What about its owner? Why is the master gone?! ”

From the time he heard the barking of the dog, until now, he did not hear any sound from Jin Ling, nor did he see his figure. If he was in distress, he didn't hear the cries for help. The black-maned greyhound must have been brought by him, the maze must have been broken, and a living person seemed to disappear like this.

I said, "Jin Ling may be in danger." ”

Lan Wangji said: "Go in and have a look." ”

Wei Wuxian said, "How to get in?" No way. ”

It's really no way. The gray-white stone blocks were tightly sealed, leaving no doors or windows. The black-maned spirit dog whined and jumped up, as if it wanted to bite the corner of Lan Wangji's clothes, but when it got closer, he didn't dare, and went around him to bite the hem of Wei Wuxian's clothes, dragging him out.

Wei Wuxian's soul was about to go out of his body: "Lan Zhan...... Blue Blue Blue ...... Blue blue !! ”

The black-maned greyhound dragged Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian dragged Lan Wangji, and a dog dragged the two of them for a small half circle and circled around the stone castle. There was a man-high hole here. The shape was untidy, and the ground was full of large and small rubble, which had obviously just been split by someone with a violent magic weapon. The entrance to the cave was dark and unclear, and there seemed to be a faint red light. The black-maned greyhound let go of its mouth, barked at a string of inside, and wagged its tail wildly at the two men. Needless to say, it must have been Jin Ling's strong force to break through this stone castle, but after entering, there was an accident.

The dust was automatically unsheathed by half an inch, and the blade of the sword emitted a cold pale blue halo, illuminating the pitch-black road ahead, and Lan Wangji bent down and took the lead in entering it. Wei Wuxian was driven crazy by the dog, and rushed in, nearly colliding with him. Lan Wangji held his hand, I don't know whether it was reproach or helplessness, shook his head, and then I followed.

The black-maned greyhound looked so clear that it wanted to follow up, and tried to rush in, but it seemed to be blocked by some kind of force, and it couldn't break through the barrier no matter what, so it had to sit down at the entrance of the cave, and its tail wagged more and more wildly.

Wei Wuxian was so happy that he almost knelt down for it, withdrew his hand, and took a few steps inside, the cold blue sword light lining the black surroundings into a cold white.

The top of the stone castle was round, and Wei Wuxian kicked the gravel at his feet, and a slight echo could be heard.

He finally couldn't help it, stopped, pressed his right hand on his temple, and frowned slightly.

Lan Wangji turned around and said, "How?" ”

Wei Wuxian said, "...... It's noisy. ”

Inside the stone castle, there was silence, as quiet as a tomb. It was also very much like a tomb.

But in Wei Wuxian's ears, at this moment, they were already in a noisy situation.

I said, "I have heard it too, there are men and women, old and young, big and young. ”

Because it's just too noisy.

The ominous shadow in Wei Wuxian's heart grew thicker and thicker, and he shouted, "Jin Ling! ”

The two had been walking in the stone castle for a while, and there was no sign of anyone alive. Wei Wuxian shouted a few times, but there was no answer. The first few stone chambers were empty, but after going deeper, suddenly a dark coffin was placed in the center of a stone chamber.

This coffin is placed here, very abruptly. But the coffin is dark and dark, and the coffin shape is very beautiful. Wei Wuxian patted it, the wood was solid, and he said with a loud sound, "Good coffin." ”

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian stood on either side of it, glancing at each other, and at the same time reaching out to open the lid of the coffin.

The moment the lid of the coffin was opened, the noise around him suddenly multiplied, and the tide drowned out Wei Wuxian's hearing. It was as if they had been peeping at them by countless pairs of eyes, whose owners were quietly watching and discussing their words and deeds, and suddenly became excited when they saw that they were about to open the coffin.

I said unexpectedly, "Empty? ”

Wei Wuxian was slightly surprised, and a little disappointed that Jin Ling was not trapped here. Lan Wangji got closer again, and the dust was automatically unsheathed a few inches, and the cold light shone brightly, illuminating the bottom of the coffin.

Only then did he realize that there was not nothing in the coffin. It's just that the contents are much smaller than the corpse he expected, hidden in the deepest part of the coffin.

In the coffin lay a long knife.

This knife has no sheath, the handle seems to be made of gold, it looks heavy and weighty, the blade is slender, the blade is shiny, and it rests on a layer of red cloth at the bottom of the coffin, reflecting the blood-like color, and Sen Sen has a killing atmosphere.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian closed the lid of the coffin and continued to walk inside, I followed behind, I didn't expect Lan Zhan to be so serious when he got serious.

There is a coffin like this in every stone room, and the age of the coffin varies depending on the texture of the coffin, and in each coffin, a long knife is placed.

Until the last room, there was still no trace of Jin Ling. Wei Wuxian closed the lid of the coffin, feeling slightly restless in his heart. Lan Wangji saw him frowning and walking around, placing the guqin horizontally on the coffin, groaning slightly, raising his hand, and a string of string sounds flowed out from his fingers.

That's right, that's asking the Spirit.

In the thirteen years since his death, Lan Wangji has been asking the spirit for thirteen years!

He played only a short section before withdrawing his right hand above the body and staring intently at the still vibrating strings.

Suddenly, the strings shook, and a note spontaneously popped.

Wei Wuxian said: "Ask the Spirit? ”

"Asking the Spirit" is a famous song composed by the ancestors of the Gusu Lan clan, which is different from "The Conjuring" in that it acts on the situation where the identity of the deceased is unknown and there is no medium.

The player asks questions about the deceased by the sound of the piano, and the echoes of the deceased are converted into rhythm and reflected on the strings.

The strings moved spontaneously, indicating that the souls in this stone castle had been invited by Lan Wangji. Next, it's time for both sides to ask and answer questions in piano.

Although Wei Wuxian has a wide range of knowledge, he will eventually be unable to reach it. He whispered, "Ask it what place it is and who built it." ”

Lan Wangji is proficient in asking Lingqin language, and he doesn't need to think about it, and he can only make two or three sounds of Qingwei. After a few moments, the strings automatically played twice more automatically. Wei Wuxian asked, "What does it say?" ”

Lan Wangji said: "I don't know. ”

Wei Wuxian: "Huh? ”

Lan Wangji said slowly: "It said, 'I don't know'. ”

"......" Wei Wuxian looked at him, and suddenly remembered a certain conversation related to "casual" many years ago, touching his nose, the boss was bored, and thought: "Lan Zhan is so good, he has learned to tell jokes." ”

When he couldn't ask, Lan Wangji flicked again. The strings responded again, and it was still the sonorous two notes just now.

Wei Wuxian heard that this time the answer was "I don't know" again, and asked, "What are you asking it again?" ”

Lan Wangji said: "Why did you die?" ”

Wei Wuxian said: "If you are inadvertently assassinated, it is indeed possible that you don't know why you died. You might as well ask it to know who killed it. ”

Lan Wangji raised his hand to pluck the strings. However, the echo is still sonorous - "I don't know".

As a soul imprisoned here, he didn't know where he was, he didn't know why he died, and he didn't know who killed him, and it was the first time that Wei Wuxian encountered such a deceased who didn't know anything, and his mind changed and he said, "Then change to a different one." You ask if it's male or female. It doesn't and doesn't know about it. ”

Instigated by him, Lan Wangji played as he said. After withdrawing his hand, another string flicked vigorously, and Lan Wangji translated: "Male." ”

Wei Wuxian said, "Finally I know something. Again, did a fifteen or sixteen-year-old enter here? ”

He replied, "Yes." ”