The return of petitions

"Wei Wuxian..." before Xue Yang staggered a step forward, his body weakened to the limit and fell down, only to be caught by Wei Wuxian.

Holding Xue Yang back to the stone bed to lie down, Wei WuXian caressed his face, his eyes filled with love and compassion: "Thank you, A Yang."

Xue Yang stared at Wei Wuxian without blinking, obviously the warmth in his eyes was still there, but the expression on his face was no longer as pure and clear as before, instead there was an indescribable gloomy and coldness.

But no matter what, he is still his own Wei Wuxian.

Xue Yang rubbed his cheek against his palm, smiled lightly and said, "Have you finished?" Seeing that he was holding a black iron flute in his other hand, he stretched out his hand to look.

Wei Wuxian handed the flute to him, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

Xue Yang stroked the iron flute, and saw that it was cold to the touch and extremely heavy. When he weighed it, there was a hint of yin from the inside. The body of the flute was an inch longer than ordinary bamboo flutes, and the end was coiled with patterns that he had never seen before. Then he asked, "A ghost master?"

Wei Wuxian nodded.

Xue Yang returned the iron flute to Wei Wuxian, and was about to speak when the sudden sharp pain in his heart caused him to stand up and spit out a mouthful of blood. When he fell down, cold sweat immediately rolled down, and his whole body curled up into a ball in pain.

"Xue Yang!" Wei Wuxian was startled, he hurriedly held the flute to his lips, and played a melodious tune. After Xue Yang's pain eased a little, the music turned into a strange tune.

Immediately, Yin Qi flew like black mist from outside the cave, circled around the cave for a few times, and then slowly covered Xue Yang's body, wrapping him airtight.

Wei Wuxian continued to blow for a long while, and only slowly stopped when blood oozes from the corner of his lips, his eyes never moved away from Xue Yang.

When layers of yin energy dispersed from Xue Yang's body, the dark lines that originally spread to his neck disappeared.Wei WuXian unbuttoned his skirt and checked, the dark lines faded to his arms, and the color was not as dark as before.

Xue Yang knew that Wei Wuxian was trying to wash away the backlash on his body when he was controlling the ghost, but when he opened his eyes, he saw blood on the corner of his mouth, and hurriedly got up and said, "Are you injured? Aren't you able to control ghosts? Why are you still injured?"

Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand to hold his movements, and said indifferently, "I can't fully control it yet."

It was just at a critical moment, and he heard Xue Yang's desperate begging. His heart was filled with anxiety and pain, so he forcibly broke through and refined the ghost flute, but it was still unstable after all, so if he used it a few times inadvertently, it would be broken. Counter-controlled by Yin Qi.

Besides, it is far from enough to have a flute that can control ghosts now, he also needs something that can suppress ghosts and drive away corpses.

"It's okay." Wei Wuxian smiled, and didn't intend to tell Xue Yang about the twists and turns, but only comforted him, "It will be fine after a few more uses."

Although Xue Yang knew that Wei Wuxian hadn't told the truth, but now he didn't have the energy to ask in detail, but the backlash pain had improved slightly, and his body was still tired and tired, so he tugged at the hem of his clothes and said softly, "You can lie down too. lie."

As soon as Wei Wuxian heard it, he knew that Xue Yang wanted him to accompany him, so he went up and sat against the wall, hugged him in his arms, let his head rest on his lap, smoothed his hair with his fingers and said: "Sleep!"

Xue Yang was so tired that his eyelids drooped, but he still suppressed his sleepiness and looked at Wei Wuxian, which only made him lower his head and ask with a smile, "Why don't you sleep?"

Xue Yang thought for a while, and said, "I don't know, I just want to see you, and I can't bear to close my eyes."

But Wei Wuxian knew that they had been in this mass grave for more than half a month, and they lived in fear and anxiety every day like walking on thin ice. It was normal for them to catch a mouse for two or three days to barely feed themselves, and they had to try their best to hide from ghosts and corpses. To the extreme, I took turns to rest for half an hour during the day, but never closed my eyes at night.

Wei Wuxian didn't know how he got here during this time, especially Xue Yang, every day was as long as a year.

Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand to touch Xue Yang's face, leaned over and pecked lightly on his lips, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep! I'll still be here when you open your eyes."

Xue Yang couldn't bear to close his eyes, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

Xue Yang didn't know how long it had been since he woke up from this awakening. The cave where the dim light reflected in the clear water pool was empty, and he didn't even get a response after calling "Wei Wuxian" a few times. Angrily said: "Damn it!"

He got off the bed even crawling and rolling, and hurriedly ran out of the cave with the help of Jiang disaster.

Sleep allowed Xue Yang to regain some of his physical strength, but his exhausted body was still weak, and he became unsteady and fell down several times after just a few steps to the entrance of the cave.

After finally reaching the outside of the cave, there was still no one there. Xue Yang supported the stone wall for a while, then stumbled to the depths of the grass.

As he walked forward, the yin energy became more and more intense. When he reached a place where coffins criss-crossed, Wei Wuxian was standing not far in front, playing a strange tune on a ghost flute in his hand, and the strong yin energy stirred into balls of black Fog swirled around him.

After Xue Yang got closer, he realized that Wei Wuxian's eyes were reddish at this moment, and the red mark under his eyelids was as dark as a drop of blood. Seeped in and disappeared.

Fierce Yin Qi circled around him back and forth, and his black hair was blown wantonly without any wind.

Not far from Wei Wuxian, there were countless walking corpses wandering around, grinning and roaring towards this side, and stopped only one step away from him, as if blocked by some invisible thing, there could be no more One step closer.

But even so, the walking corpses were already very close to Wei Wuxian, a few walking corpses standing in the front raised their bone hands and grabbed him, only to see Xue Yang's heartbeat suddenly stop, Breathing was also suffocated for a moment.

The sound of the flute became more urgent, and the ghostly music lingered in the air. The ghost flute emitted thick black yin energy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and flew continuously in all directions.

More blood flowed from Wei Wuxian's mouth, and his expression changed from the initial calm to faintly revealing a bit of pain and cruelty, his eyes flushed like bloodshot eyes.

Xue Yang felt extremely distressed watching it, but he didn't dare to step forward to disturb him, and he was also afraid that Wei Wuxian would be more distracted if he strayed into the crowd of corpses, so he could only stand in a place that would not be noticed and watched with pain, feeling extremely tormented.

In a short while, Wei WuXian was covered by a cloud of dark energy, making it difficult to see his figure, and hundreds of walking corpses also surrounded him around him, grabbing at the person in the black air with their bones.

From where Xue Yang was standing, Wei Wuxian could no longer be seen. There was only a monstrous yin energy and impenetrable corpses in that place. If there were not the sound of the flute coming from it, Xue Yang would really doubt him. Has it been torn to pieces by ghosts and walking corpses?

Xue Yang waited anxiously, and several times wanted to rush over without hesitation, but in the end reason overcame emotion and clenched his fists and stood still, but his heart seemed to be trapped in the crowd of ghosts with Wei Wuxian, being repeatedly Biting and tearing.

Time passed little by little, until Xue Yang forgot the time, and his body began to show fatigue due to standing for a long time, and saw the roaring corpses gradually receding from the outermost, one circle after another, it took more than half an hour to Spread out.

When he was young, the ghosts also scattered in all directions. After the group of ghosts and ghosts left Wei Wuxian's surroundings, the cloudy air that was as black as a thick fog exploded, and the tall, blood-soaked figure slowly came out from the darkness, his face pale. There is no blood, and blood is still dripping from the lips, but the cold eyes are firm and bright.

Wei Wuxian walked towards Xue Yang, and when he met his worried and surprised eyes, he held a flute in his right hand and raised his left hand lightly, and stretched it out towards the person he liked, a tiger-shaped iron block appeared in his hand and turned leisurely.

Yin Qi rushed towards his face, Xue Yang looked intently, and said in shock: "Yin Iron?" No, it's not Yin Iron, the evil energy emitted from it is stronger than Yin Iron, "This is not Yin Iron, it's What?"

Wei Wuxian raised one corner of his mouth into a deep smile, and said each word very slowly: "Yin, tiger, talisman."

……

two months later.

At night, the street was silent, but there were two people rushing along the road. They only waited to enter the room on the second floor of an inn before closing the door tightly with a bang, and they also did not forget to fasten the hidden bolt. .

After confirming that he was safe, Wen Chao, who was on the verge of collapse, took off his hood, revealing his bloody and scarred face.

Not only the face, almost all the hair on the top of his head fell off, and there were bleeding wounds all over his head, spreading from the neck down to the skirt of his clothes, which was extremely terrifying.

Jiang Cheng, who had followed Wen Chao all the way here, hid on the roof and lifted two tiles to check, his heart shook violently. He couldn't believe that after not seeing Wen Chao for a while, he turned into such a terrifying appearance of neither human nor ghost.

"Has he come? Has he followed?" Wen Chao hid in the corner next to the cabinet, trembling all over his body, and asked Wen Zhuliu who was taking the medicine.

"There was no movement along the way, so it should be that they didn't follow." Wen Zhuliu helped Wen Chao sit down at the table, but he was so frightened that he curled up at the foot of the table, not even daring to sit down.

Wen Zhuliu didn't force it, he dug out a small amount of medicine with a small wooden stick and dabbed it gently on Wen Chao's wound. The severe pain piercing into his brain made Wen Chao scream out, and tears flowed out.

Wen Zhuliu quickly pinched his tears and said, "Don't cry, tears will irritate the wound and make it difficult to heal."

"Wen Zhuliu, what is that? What exactly is that?" Wen Chao asked, tightening Wen Zhuliu's wrist, his eyes full of fear.

"...I don't know." Wen Zhuliu replied.

I really don't know, it appeared too strangely, I couldn't find a trace at all, it came and went without a trace like a ghost, and it tortured Wen Chao like this in one night.But he wasn't in a hurry to kill, he just followed behind leisurely all the way, watching Wen Chaodong hide in Tibet and head towards Qishan like a cat catching a mouse.

Jiang Cheng hated and poisoned Wen Chao, although he was shocked by the tragic situation before him, he didn't feel any sympathy, instead he felt relieved.At the same time, he was puzzled, what exactly was the "that thing" Wen Chao was talking about?Who made him look like this?

As I was thinking about it, a melodious flute sounded, as if it was right next to my ears, and it seemed to come from far away in the sky.When Wen Chao heard the music, he was so frightened that he shouted: "He's coming, he's coming..." The whole person went under the table.

Slight footsteps slowly walked up the stairs from the inn lobby, and there was a squeezing sound when they stepped on the wooden boards.The closed door opened without wind, and a black figure appeared at the door. He held an iron flute with a smile on his mouth, and the falling jade lotus fringe swayed faintly as he tapped his palm.

Jiang Cheng bent down to see the person coming, but he could only see his feet.

"Wen Chao," his voice was low, with an inexplicable coldness in his mouth, and when it fell into Jiang Cheng's ears, he felt familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before: "Have you figured out how to die?"