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.

Nine times out of ten, he is 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 existed within a five-mile radius of Mojiazhuang from the beginning, with its ferocity, it would never be 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! Tracing back to the source and finding its body, you can 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, where can you find it like this?" ”

Wei Wuxian said, "Where can I find it?" Didn't I mean to show you? Lan Jingyi was puzzled: "Show me?" Who? Where? ”

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.

Library Gallery:

Wait, no, Hanguangjun and Wei Wuxian seem to be going to catch ghosts, no, I can't copy the house rules here, I'm going to go together!

I walked out of the library, oh no, it's the library room... I swept around, but there was no one around, so I sneaked up the wall.

It's over, I don't know where they went!

[Author: Northwest]

You're hanging me out like that, author!

[Author: You're still not happy? 】

I'm not happy, why don't you give me a few more hangs! Like tell me what will happen etc...

[Author: No.]

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Leaving Yunshen in the middle of nowhere, I went all the way to the northwest to observe the side of the road, and finally I found the two of them.

What is the ancestor doing! Actually looking at rouge......

I sneaked to the ground and hid to the side, quietly watching the two people opposite.

The buyer was carrying a box on his back and was selling some knick-knacks to passers-by, and when he saw Wei Wuxian coming, he said happily: "I'll sell everything!" Rouge gouache is good and cheap. Childe take a look? ”

Wei Wuxian: "Okay, take a look." ”

Lang Zhong said: "Bring it to the lady at home?" ”

Wei Wuxian: "I'll use it myself." ”

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The buyer said, "If you don't buy it, don't make trouble." ”

"Who said I bought it," Wei Wuxian said

Lan Wangji walked over and said, "Do you have any money?" ”

Wei Wuxian said, "You give it to me if you don't have any money." As he spoke, he put his hand into his arms. Ben didn't expect to take out anything, three times and two times, but he really pulled out a delicate and small and heavy money bag.

This didn't look like something that Lan Wangji had brought with him at all, but these days, there were more than one or two things on Lan Wang's body that made him unbelievable, Wei Wuxian was not surprised, and left with the money bag. Sure enough, Lan Wangji let him take it and let him go, without half a word of dissatisfaction.

I smiled, Hanguang-jun really loved the ancestor, and the ancestor didn't complain about taking his things casually.

After walking a little way, Wei Wuxian inadvertently looked back and saw that Lan Wangji had been left far behind him, still standing in place, looking at him.

Wei Wuxian's footsteps slowed involuntarily.

For some reason, he vaguely felt in his heart that he shouldn't have walked so fast and left Lan Wangji behind him like this.

At this time, someone on the side shouted: "Yiling Ancestor, one for five texts, three for ten texts!" ”

！！！！？？？？？ …………

Wei Wuxian: "What?!?! ”

Hahaha, the ancestor's expression lit up.