The return of petitions

Wei Wuxian didn't have a very specific idea at first, what kind of shape the iron sword must be refined, but he had a preliminary outline in his mind, about the size of a small half of Yin iron, easy to manipulate and carry.

However, Yin Tie mainly focuses on suppressing corpses, if it wants to summon and drive them, it needs other things.

After Wei Wuxian decided to cultivate the way of ghosts, he began to refine the iron sword and practice ghost control skills again.

But is it so simple?

Cultivating the way of ghosts is called controlling ghosts, but in fact it is an exchange with ghosts. Wei Wuxian has to give what ghosts want, and he must get used to walking with ghosts.

No matter how vicious the world is, how many people dare to walk with ghosts?

In just a few days, Wei Wuxian was haunted by ghosts and could not rest day and night. Hundreds of resentful ghosts gathered around him, and some stretched out their hands to draw bloodstains on his body. The skin and flesh on the wound exuded a rotten air, but it healed in a moment, leaving the pain as real as it was.

Some were blowing in his ears, and the cold breath penetrated from the cochlea, and the cold chill traveled back and forth in the brain, making Wei Wuxian tremble uncontrollably.

There was also a ghost crawling on his back, blood-red nails were inserted directly from the back of his heart, the severe pain made Wei Wuxian almost vomit a mouthful of blood, as if his heart was being held in his hands, and his body was shaking from the pain .But when the nail was pulled out, there was no trace of injury on the back.

Wei Wuxian could feel that surrounded by ghosts, there was not a single piece of intact skin on his body, and warm blood was flowing all over his body. The entanglement of ghosts seemed to pull his skin off inch by inch, his muscles torn off one by one, and his bones one by one. The joints are crushed, only the internal organs are still moving, but they are surrounded by layers of Yin Qi around them. From the inside to the outside, the body seems to be being burned by fire, and it also seems to be frozen in the ice that will not melt for thousands of years. In the ice, the unbearable pain tortured him back and forth.

Blood flowed from Wei Wuxian's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and even the blood from his mouth gushed out continuously, dousing the dry land in front of him.

Even so, ghosts were still burrowing into Wei Wuxian's body, enveloping him layer upon layer with a dense aura that would hollow him out.

The iron sword trembled extremely violently in Wei Wuxian's arms, and the sword was covered with blood spurted from his mouth.The sound of the sword was piercing, like the cry of a baby, mixed with the shrill sound of Yinhun, it was like a sharp arrow trying to pierce the eardrum.

Wei Wuxian didn't know where he was, as if he was put into a cold and chaotic world, his body was extremely light and heavy, with countless hands tearing at his skin and digging at his internal organs, he wanted to cry out in pain, his throat But he was held tightly by one hand and could not make a sound.

He heard so many voices right next to his ears, roaring, wailing, crying, screaming, sneering... like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning crashing into the depths of his heart, causing a surge of blood, Wei Wuxian couldn't bear it. Zhu Zhi let out a breath, and only realized when he tasted a fishy sweet smell in his mouth, what he spit out was not air but blood.

Wei Wuxian gritted his teeth and carried it hard, the clenched teeth were bloodshot.

What do you want?Take it all!

All he wants is one, to be heard, to be called, to be driven.

Xue Yang really can't help in controlling ghosts. His disaster relief can hurt ghosts but not kill them. Besides, if Wei Wuxian wants to create the way of ghosts, he must first control the ghosts, otherwise even if he can summon ghosts in the future It is also difficult to control if it is used by oneself, and if you are not careful, you may be counter-controlled by the ghost.

But Wei Wuxian used the iron sword to attract not only ghosts, but also walking corpses.

Ever since the fierce corpse in the cave was killed by Xue Yang, there are always walking corpses coming here.

After the iron sword appeared, besides ordinary walking corpses, there were also fierce corpses.Especially at night, it seems that the walking corpses of the entire mass grave are coming here, there are too many to kill.

Xue Yang had no choice but to fill the trees with vines when the situation improved a little during the day.Now that he has run out of talismans, he has no conditions to draw talismans, and Wei Wuxian can't take care of this side while he is controlling all ghosts. Xue Yang not only has to protect himself, but also takes care of the murderous corpse to go to Wei Wuxian's side.

I cut down a lot of thick branches and nailed them upside down into the ground. I nailed about a hundred along the road where the corpse came, but it wasn't enough.I also picked up piles of dead tree branches and leaves, tied them up and placed them outside the hole, thinking that if the vines and tree nails couldn't stop them, they could still be burned for as long as they could.

Xue Yang stood behind more than a hundred tree nails in his hand, and saw ordinary walking corpses and low-level murderous corpses slowly coming from the end of the grass at night. They were first entangled by vines, and fell to the ground desperately trying to break free.But immediately behind them were new walking corpses that stepped on the ground. When they stepped on the tree nails, they were nailed to the ground and couldn't move. They could only bark their teeth and scream.

However, there were still a steady stream of low-level ferocious corpses who pushed the nailed walking corpses down on the tree nails, made their bodies pave a road, and walked unsteadily on them.

Xue Yang bit his finger and drew a few strokes on the body of the sword with blood. After the evil spirit slowly approached, he charged into the crowd of corpses and slashed. It is the bones and rotten flesh chopped off by the disaster.

But the crowd of corpses is still increasing, and has surrounded Xue Yang.

Xue Yang's body was covered with wounds, as if his whole body had been soaked in fresh blood, and it was impossible to tell whether it was his own blood or splashed from some corpses.

After killing a few more low-level ferocious corpses, Xue Yang staggered back a few steps, leaning on his hand to return to the pile of trees, the tip of his sword slashed across the trunk that had been prepared long ago, and sparks flew everywhere. The splashes fell on the dead tree branches and leaves, and clusters of flames ignited in the connected tree piles, one ignited the other, and the raging fire lit up half of the sky.

Xue Yang spat out several mouthfuls of blood, and stood behind the fire panting for breath.

Fortunately, the fire could last for a long time, and the corpses were stopped on the other side and screamed, the fire reflected the bones, and some of the corpses that hadn't decayed completely still had some dirty meat hanging on their bodies, and they were scalded to make people vomit. The stench.

Xue Yang leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and panted violently, looked up at the sky and secretly said, hold on for a while, and the sky will dawn.

Not long after, near dawn, although there was no sunlight, the corpses turned around and retreated out of the bushes as if a bell had been rung. The movement was a little faster than when they came, and they dispersed in a short while.

Jiang disaster fell to the ground with a "bang", Xue Yang also sat down along the wall, just after a short rest, he thought of Wei Wuxian in the cave, so he forcibly got up with Jiang disaster, and staggered in.

Looking at the light from the clear water pool, the ghosts around Wei WuXian have also receded, but at this moment, he is lying on the side of the stone bed, holding the iron sword in his arms, his body twitching uncontrollably , the facial features are still rolling out blood, and the mouth is constantly overflowing with blood foam while still crying in a low voice.

"Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian?" Xue Yang tried his best to help him up, and exhausted all his strength to pull him onto the stone bed and lay him down. Seeing that his whole body was shivering and convulsing violently, he hugged him from behind. When it reached his body, the heart-piercing chill instantly spread to Xue Yang's body. It was so cold that Xue Yang couldn't help shaking twice, thinking he was holding a piece of ice.

The art of controlling ghosts is as difficult as it is for Xue Yang. He doesn't know how far Wei Wuxian can learn it, but now seeing the pain in his arms, he really can't bear to wake him up, but he knows that he has already It must not be stopped halfway, otherwise Wei Wuxian will only end up with a miserable end of being torn apart by thousands of ghosts.

After holding Wei Wuxian for about an hour, the other person's body was still as cold as ice. Xue Yang also knew that this could not be changed by body temperature, so he got up and went outside the cave to prepare for the new round of walking corpses tonight.

"Wei Wuxian...you wake up quickly." Before leaving, Xue Yang leaned over and whispered in his ear, his very soft tone concealed a plea that he didn't even realize: "You must learn how to control ghosts. Art...otherwise...we will all die here..."

Xue Yang's body was at the end of his life, and the spiritual power that had just recovered was exhausted. There were countless large and small wounds on his body, and his spirit was exhausted and on the verge of collapse.

He even wondered if he could last until Wei Wuxian woke up. After all, the other party had been in this state for many days. Not only Wei Wuxian was in a difficult situation, but even Xue Yang himself was at the end of his battle.

When Na Jiangzhu cut down the vines and wrapped them around the dry branches outside the grass, Xue Yang became dizzy several times and was about to fall down, so he gritted his teeth and stood up.

When it came time to cut tree nails, Xue Yang didn't want to nail them all to the ground.

Walking corpses are stupid, but murderous corpses are smarter.

Low-level corpses can easily distinguish the environment, and when they reach high-level corpses, they can retain some consciousness during life. However, because they can't control their cruel nature as living corpses, they often attack people violently.

The old tricks used every night will have to be changed every day.Although most of the corpses came were walking corpses and low-level ferocious corpses, but some low-level ferocious corpses could subconsciously avoid the environment in which they happened.

Xue Yang nailed some tree nails to the ground, and left some tied together with vines to hang them symmetrically on the tree. As long as the corpses came and cut off the connecting vines, those nails would pierce down automatically like rain.

But the fire can still be used, different evil spirits will be afraid of different things, and the fear of fire by corpses brings convenience to Xue Yang.

When it took most of the day to get all these done, the day was almost over.

Xue Yang originally thought that he would kill less this night, as long as he could catch those walking corpses, but he didn't expect that there was also a high-level murderous corpse that was attracted this time.

Xue Yang was forced to step back by the murderous corpse with rotting flesh hanging on the white bones, and Jiang Mi was knocked out by it.Seeing the sharp claws of the murderous corpse grabbing at him through the air, he thought that he was really going to die here today, then he heard a flute sound coming from nowhere, the tune was so strange that Xue Yang had never heard it before. of.Immediately, a hundred ghosts came all over the sky, and the Yin Qi thicker than the mist spread from all directions. In the thick fog of the cold forest, a person slowly walked in. His face was pale and bloodless, and there was a trace of blood red under his eye sockets , That's it, the whole face still looks handsome and flawless, but the corner of the mouth is slightly raised with a cold smile, which adds a bit of sinister meaning to this handsomeness.

"Wei Wuxian..." Xue Yang stared blankly at the person who was holding a black iron flute, put it to his lips and blew out a very strange tune. , turned around and left quickly after a moment.

And the ghosts surrounding his body also receded when the yin qi dissipated, but within a few blinks, the surroundings had returned to silence, as if that scene just now had never happened.