The Chen Qing Collection of Two Worlds [Rebirth]

The black cloud rolled over the place where the demons danced wildly, and all horses were silent.

Seeing the scenery, there were no gathering of murderous corpses, no ghosts walking at night, no cock crowing, dog barking, horse neighing, and no human voice was heard, only the dense fog covering the sky and the endless paleness.

Walking along the long street for a while, in front of every household, there are folded bamboos and planted grounds, and paper money is hung.A lipstick-painted coffin was neatly placed on both sides of the street, and the longevity wood exuded a strange fragrance, which looked extremely strange in the thick fog.

Wei Wuxian recognized the scent, and said, "It's Yiling nanmu."

Xue Yang asked curiously, "Why do you recognize the wood used to make the coffin?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Dig too much."

A young man from a well-clothed and well-fed family will go digging graves in a good way?

Xue Yang didn't believe it, and asked, "You're my three-year-old kid, you're just kidding me! Don't think I don't know, Lan Wangji regards you as a rare treasure, if you put it in your mouth, you might melt, and if you hold it in your hand, you might be afraid." I fell. Digging a grave is not your turn."

Hearing Lan Wangji's name, Wei Wuxian's blood-red eyes cleared up for a moment, but soon they were covered by a more intense murderous intent, and the entire pupils turned black.He gave Xue Yang a strange smile, and said, "If you want to live, don't ask so many why. Otherwise, cut off your tongue."

Looking at that malicious smile, Xue Yang was sure that if he said one more nonsense, Wei Wuxian would cut off his tongue and feed it to the ghost boy waiting to be fed.

Swallowing, Xue Yang said nervously, "Can you stop laughing so creepily."

Wei Wuxian's brows and eyes were still crooked, and he said slowly, "Are you afraid of me?"

Xue Yang tried his best to maintain his composure. It's one thing to scare people, but another thing to be scared. He nodded slowly and forcefully.

Wei Wuxian smiled even more cruelly.

"If the world is like you, afraid of me, afraid of me, it will be fine." He walked into the depths of Yicheng step by step, the darkness was rising, and the sun was setting on the ground, "In this way, no one will take Lan Zhan again." threaten me."

Wei Wuxian walked faster and faster, Xue Yang almost suspected that he was floating in the air, so he ran two quick steps to catch up with Wei Wuxian, "Wait a minute!"

Wei Wuxian asked, "What's the matter?"

"When Daoist Priest and I entered the city, those murderous corpses were hidden in the thick fog. Although your subordinate Xie Chong cleared them up just now, it is hard to guarantee that there will be fish that escaped the net." Xue Yang has been groping in the streets and marketplaces for a long time, and his behavior is particularly special. Cautiously, he suggested: "For safety's sake, why don't you ask your ghost brothers to explore the way."

Wei Wuxian looked at the sky and asked, "What time is it?"

Xue Yang roughly estimated the time, and it was already the time of encountering the devil, and replied, "About unitary time."

Wei WuXian glanced at the red lacquered coffin parked beside him again, and said excitedly, "It's a good time for the coexistence of humans and ghosts. It seems that someone has prepared a big gift for us."

Before he finished speaking, the lids of those longevity coffins suddenly moved.

There are suppressed ripples in the silent city.

Xue Yang said, "What's in it?"

Wei Wuxian said, "The vicious corpse."

Xue Yang stared intently at the rows of coffins, and said, "You said just now that the coffin boards were made by Xiang Nan, what's the point?"

Wei Wuxian said, "It's nothing, Xiangnan's coffin, the body doesn't rot, the noise is more violent."

Just at this moment, the white-faced ghost boy with his legs peeled off appeared at the feet of the two of them again.

Wei Wuxian patted him on the shoulder with his head down, and put down a wad of Mingqian stained with blood from his fingertips, muttering in his mouth: "Who made the paper money? People can't use ghosts for fun. Take it and divide it. These coffins contain Yes, it's your food tonight."

Guitong stretched out his little hand, and respectfully took the paper money, but in a blink of an eye, he stared at Xue Yang's calf, salivating.

"It smells so good... I want to eat a living person...."

Xue Yang, who was almost bitten twice a day, didn't dare to act rashly, but Wei Wuxian withdrew his hand and said in a ghostly voice mixed with male and female, "You can eat whatever I feed you, there is no room for bargaining. "

As his voice became more and more harsh, half intertwined runes appeared around the dark pupils, his face was as white as paper, and his red lips were like paint. The ghost boy was scared by him and hid aside, disappearing behind the dense fog.

However, at this moment, the coffins in the whole city came alive, and the coffins, one after another, shook up and down, uprooting the spikes at the four corners of the plank!

Wei Wuxian picked up Xue Yang with one hand, and flew up the tower.

And under the city wall, thousands of dead bodies are crawling out of their coffins one by one.They seem to have been chopped into several pieces before they were alive, and forced to be stuffed into a small coffin, so their resentment is several times stronger than other corpses, and it cannot be deterred by ordinary magic.

With the sound of cracking bones and snapping them back together, these broken limbs reverted to a complete human shape, using both hands and feet, they rushed towards the tower at an extremely fast speed.

Xue Yang whipped out the disaster relief, and shouted to Wei Wuxian, "Ghost King! What should we do now, barge in?"

Wei Wuxian remained silent, the black runes on his face constantly expanding.

After a long silence, he finally raised his hand slowly, and put the resentful ghost flute to his lips.

The sound of the flute whimpered, and the long-sleeping evil law sent the sobbing sound of killing.

The innocent souls in the city woke up from the darkness, and the bleak wind gathered into the cheers of thousands of ghosts and creatures.

Xue Yang listened intently, the ghost voice from the underworld kept buzzing in his ears——

Just listen to the ghost howling angrily:

"Welcome... Yiling patriarch... Wei... Wu... Xian!"

Xue Yang didn't know why, but when he was about to ask, someone suddenly pulled the hem of his trousers lightly.

The ghost boy who just wanted to eat a living person appeared behind the two of them again, holding the stump of a murderous corpse in his mouth, he grinned grinningly in a very thin and high-pitched voice: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

As soon as the three "killing" sounds fell, the wind and clouds were misty, and there seemed to be the sound of cars and horses in the air, noisy and noisy, coming from north to south.In a short while, a dark ghost figure jumped down from the eaves. The three thousand Yin soldiers summoned by Chen Qing's wailing, using their claws as swords and fangs as blades, bloodbathed the entire city in an instant.

I drop, obediently!

Xue Yang had lived for more than ten years, and this was the first time he saw such an overwhelming battle, he was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

Wei Wuxian flew onto the roof, and the previous scenery suddenly changed.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to that night in his previous life——

His Highness Yanyang are all monsters who can't be seen clearly, they beat or scold, kill or slash, their ugliness is exposed, it's very ridiculous.Only anger and hatred can suppress the chaotic emotions in his heart.

Corpses, ghosts...

But only the clear white shadow was missing.

"Lan Zhan."

The yin energy was so heavy that Wei Wuxian's head suddenly ached, and vermilion paper talismans poured out from all directions, surrounding the corpses under the urging of the spell.

His body seemed to be not his own, but dominated by another ferocious soul.

The soul sneered in his ear and said:

"Wei Wuxian, you exhausted Jiang Fengmian and his wife, and your senior sister, in your previous life. It was all your own fault. Unexpectedly, in this life, you will exhaust Lan Wangji again. It's the reincarnation of heaven, and the retribution of fortune and misfortune! You—— are a dead star , everyone related to you will die one by one!"

"No, no!"

Wei Wuxian covered his ears and let out a mournful wail.

Xue Yang turned his head abruptly, and found that the group of corpses that had been suppressed was gradually getting out of control.Regardless of the danger, he ran to Wei Wuxian and shouted, "Wei Wuxian! Calm down! Otherwise we will die!"

But Wei Wuxian couldn't see other people, nor himself at all.He waved Xue Yang away, rushed into the group of murderous corpses like crazy, and shouted as he ran, "Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!"

Xue Yang stopped him, grabbed him by the collar, and cursed, "Stop yelling, Hanguang-Jun isn't here—"

In the middle of the conversation, a bright yellow shadow jumped out from the corner of the street, it was not the monk who sent the message from the Jinlin Terrace!

Xue Yang glanced at it from the corner of his eye, saw the opportunity and threw out Jiang Huan. The long sword was as cunning as his master, and even bypassed five or six murderous corpses, and directly nailed the monk to the wall!

"Bastard, let you run, let me die."

Xue Yang walked quickly through the group of corpses, and was about to hold the monk for questioning, but saw a black figure one step ahead of him, grabbed the monk by the throat with his bare hands, and lifted him into the air.

The black runes spread to every corner of his body, Wei Wuxian's eyes were as black as an abyss, he said with a sinister smile, "Where is Lord Hanguang?"

The monk didn't answer.

Wei WuXian said, "I'll ask you again, where is HanGuang-Jun?"

The monk's face turned purple, his dry lips opened and closed, and he spit out two words:

"died."

Blood spilled from between the teeth, and the cultivator sneered at the two of them with a distorted face: "Being...we...destroyed..."

A loud sound.

The tense string in Wei Wuxian's mind snapped.

Crazy, all crazy!

Although Xue Yang has seen countless corpses with shattered brains and horrific deaths in his life, he has never felt nauseated like today.

I saw Wei Wuxian pulling the monk's hair and pounding on the stone mill tirelessly.

My brain is smashed.

"Wei Wuxian!" As soon as he took a step forward, he was bounced back by a puff of black air.

Hold--

Xue Yang rubbed his legs and stood up, shouting loudly, "Calm down, we haven't seen the corpses of Lord Hanguang and Taoist Priest yet, maybe they are still alive."

At the mention of Lan Zhan, Wei Wuxian finally regained some vitality. He sent the corpse away in his hand, and said in a trance, "Where are the corpses left in the ashes?"

Just like the warmth of the previous life, shocked by the spiritual power, the gray powder floated in the dark night sky.

Disappear.

Xue Yang retorted: "What the monk said is unbelievable. I have been scammed and abducted on the streets for so many years, you have to trust my intuition! There must be something tricky here, maybe the whole Yicheng is a trap targeting the Gusu Lan clan!"

Wei Wuxian said blankly, "A trap?"

Xue Yang resorted to his lifelong knowledge, and said persuasively, "Yes. Think about it, where did these murderous corpses come from, and why did they appear here? Even if the Gusu Lan clan was wiped out in Yicheng, we can at least find them." There are fragments of stumps. But the city is clean and there is not even a corpse left, which means that they may not be here!"

Wei Wuxian was silent when he heard the words, and then burst into a sad laugh, tears of despair rolled down his cheeks, mixing with the falling rain.

"But Lan Zhan's sword is broken..."

He cried bitterly, "Gusu Lan's disciples have sword spirits in their sabers. The sword is alive, but the sword is dead. I killed him, why didn't I come with him..."

Although the swords of the princes of the aristocratic families are not often broken, there is an extremely special situation in which they are not kept neatly.

But before Xue Yang opened his mouth to continue persuading him, Wei Wuxian seemed to be in a magical world, raised his palm high, and slapped his own Tianling Gai fiercely!

Xue Yang's blood flowed backwards all over his body, and he shouted, "Wei Wuxian, stop!"

Just at the very moment, the sound of Lingling's piano shattered the chill in the isolated city, Lan Wangji no longer cared about his demeanor and image, and frantically knocked away one after another howling corpses, and ran towards Wei Wuxian : "Wei Ying!!!"

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian's palm stopped.

Stop an inch from your forehead.

The big stone in Xue Yang's heart fell. It turned out that there are really people in this world who can commit suicide for love, and he was extremely glad that he hadn't skinned Hanguang-Jun back then, otherwise the brain-cracked corpse lying on the ground would be himself.

Hearing this familiar voice, Wei Wuxian looked at the white shadow trembling all over.

The black runes gradually faded with the falling rain, and those beautiful eyes regained their former glory.

"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan..."

He stood helplessly in the rain and cried loudly.

I really want to hug him, I really want to kiss him.

Wei Ying, Wei Ying.

Lan Wangji silently recited the name engraved on his heart, and kept running in the heavy rain.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, waved his hands and scattered countless strings, and shouted:

"Wei Ying! Be careful!!"

However, it was too late, a murderous corpse fell from the sky and attacked Wei Wuxian head-on, dragging his body and crashing into the nearby paper horse shop together.

boom -

The entire paper horse store was wiped out in an instant, and Wei Wuxian was crushed under bricks and rubble!

And the one who attacked Wei Wuxian was none other than "Nie Mingjue", who had been missing for many days!

After the rain, the clouds are deep.

The three sticks of incense burned out, leaving behind a pile of ruined embers.

Yao Yishou finally came out of the room and shook his head at everyone.

Jiang Yanli's heart hung in her throat, she shook off Jin Zixuan's hand, tears streaming down her face, and cried, "What do you mean by shaking your head, is it my brother, my brother... "

The medicine doctor shook his head again, and sighed: "The wound is not serious, and the person is awake, but—"

Jin Zixuan said: "It's just what, old man, can you stop panting when you speak!"

The medicine doctor glared at the flowery peacock for the first time, then said frowningly, "Ma'am, my brother's trauma is easy to heal, but his heart disease is hard to heal."

"Heart disease is hard to heal..."

Jiang Yanli barely managed to stabilize his mind, sobbing, "Why is Ah Xian having a heart attack? What's going on?"

Xue Yang really couldn't see how the old man was sharpening his knife, pointed to his head, and explained: "This is where the irritation came from."

Jin Zixuan asked strangely, "Stimulated? What stimulated you?"

Xue Yang, who had been warned twice by Jin Guangyao and Xiao Xingchen, naturally wouldn't tell what he had experienced, and said lightly, "Harm, isn't it just that after life and death, the mood fluctuates greatly, and I can't think about it for a while."

Jiang Yanli looked worriedly at the bed, and murmured, "Ah Xian..."

At this time, the quiet room was full of lights everywhere.

Wei Wuxian's cheeks were burning red, he stretched out his hand to grab the snow-white sleeve, and said softly, "Lan Zhan, why did your saber break? I thought you were dead..."

His breath was unstable and his voice became weaker and weaker. Finally, he couldn't hold on anymore, and tremblingly rolled down tears.

"Lan Zhan, don't leave me..."

As long as I close my eyes, it will be the picture of you dying tragically at the hands of the murderous corpse.

Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan...

Wei Wuxian closed his eyes, letting the tears flow into the abyss in his heart.

Lan Zhan, I'm so scared, I will be scared.

Lan Wangji leaned over to hug him, and the gurgling spiritual power was transmitted to that weak body through the touching skin of the two.He couldn't stop kissing Wei Wuxian's hair and cheeks, and said, "Wei Ying, that was an accident. At that time, Chifeng Zun made a surprise attack. I couldn't react quickly and could only block it with Bichen. But I never thought that the Broken Sword would be used by others. , luring you to Yicheng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian snorted.

Lan Wangji hurriedly let go of him, and said anxiously, "Did you touch a wound just now, let me see."

Wei Wuxian clutched his arm, sweating from the pain, but he still shook his head and whispered, "Second brother..."

Lan Wangji felt great pain in his heart, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Wei Ying, I love you."