Wei Wuxian said wrongly: "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 shameless! Hanguang-jun is not a broken sleeve, he sleeps with you?! If you don't go to sleep, he'll be grateful to the sky. Get up! Take your donkey away, heal it well, and die with a bang! ”

Wei Wuxian went out, and I stretched out with peace of mind, I really didn't sleep well yesterday, and I followed to Caiyi Town, and I followed to watch a play in the rain. I crawled out from under the bed, and saw that Wei Wuxian had already gone to take his little apple, so I went to look over the sky and laugh.

[Quest Completed: Unlock the Brush Character, Unlock the Flute, Congratulations on Upgrading to Level 20, Unlock the Second Layer of Cloud Chasing Hypnosis, and the Third Layer of Control]

？？？？ Level 20 !!!!!!

I'm going against the sky, I'm going to level 20 so soon, and I'm afraid of the third layer when the cloud chase is unlocked! Shouldn't I take a sip to celebrate...

[Author: Don't, wait and get drunk, how can I clean up for you...]

Good eight, when they leave, I'll go back to the library to try the calligraphy I just learned.

Quiet outside

At the mention of his mount, Wei Wuxian hurriedly got up: "Little Apple wants you to die," after touching enough, he turned his head and saw a lot of rabbits, and said happily: "There are so many rabbits!" Come on, fork up, fork up, bake! ”

Lan Jingyi's seven orifices smoked: "Yunshen doesn't know where to prohibit killing!" Shut it up, I've 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 round white rabbits all over the ground and said, "You really can't roast them?" Is it going to be driven down the mountain if it is roasted? ”

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

When Wei Wuxian heard this, he almost fell to the ground laughing, thinking, "Lan Zhan, this person is really!" He didn't want to send him before, but now he secretly raises a large group. And say no, who to coax? Spare his life, he actually likes this little white and hairy thing! How can he raise it? Hanguangjun hugged a rabbit with a straight face, ouch, I'm going to be bad......"

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 lifted 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 are you recruiting souls?" 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 took two steps up several 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.