Abase-II

The sound of bamboo poles hitting the ground suddenly appeared and disappeared, now far and now near. It was completely impossible to determine the direction, let alone what was making this sudden and strange sound.

Wei Wuxian said, "Come here, everyone, stay close, don't move, and don't draw your sword."

In the fog, a group of juniors draw their swords in a haphazard manner. They may not be able to hurt the enemy, but they may accidentally hurt themselves. After a moment, the sound stopped abruptly. After waiting for a long time, a member of the aristocratic family whispered: "It's it again...how long will it follow us!"

Wei Wuxian asked, "It's been following you?"

Lan SiZhui said: "After we entered the city, the fog was too heavy and we were worried about getting separated, so we gathered together. Suddenly we heard this sound. At that time, it was not so fast. It sounded very slowly, and it was still there. In the white mist ahead, I vaguely saw a short shadow walking slowly. I chased it but disappeared. After that, this voice has been following us."

Wei WuXian asked, "How short are you?"

Lan SiZhui gestured near his chest: "Very short, very thin."

Wei WuXian asked, "How long have you been here?"

Lan SiZhui said: "Hurry up to half a stick of incense."

"Half a stick of incense?" Wei Wuxian asked, "Hanguang-Jun, how long have we been here?"

Lan Wangji's voice came from behind the misty white mist: "Nearly a stick of incense."

"Look," Wei Wuxian said, "we took longer to get in than you did, how could you run in front of us? You only met us when you turned back."

Jin Ling finally couldn't help but interrupt: "We didn't turn back? We have been walking along this road and heading forward."

They are all walking forward, so is it possible that this road has been tampered with and turned into a circular maze?

Wei Wuxian asked, "Have you ever tried flying up with a sword to have a look?"

Lan SiZhui said: "I tried it. I felt like I flew up for a long distance, but in fact it didn't go up very high. And there were some vague black shadows floating in the air. I didn't know what they were. I was worried that I couldn't handle it, so I came down. "

Hearing this, everyone was silent for a while. The area east of Shu was already foggy. At first, they did not see the white fog in Yichen City. Now it seems that this is probably not a naturally formed fog, but really a demonic fog.

Lan Jingyi was surprised: "Isn't this fog poisonous?!"

Wei WuXian said, "There shouldn't be any poison. We've all been in there for so long and we're still alive."

Jin Ling said: "If I had known earlier, I would have brought the fairy here. It's all your fault, that damn donkey of yours."

When Wei Wuxian heard the name of the dog, goosebumps appeared on his back, and then he heard Lan Jingyi say: "We haven't blamed your dog yet! It bit first, and was kicked by Little Apple. I kicked him, who is to blame? Anyway, neither of them can move now."

Wei Wuxian said, "What?! My little apple was bitten by a dog?!"

Jin Ling: "Can that donkey compare to my spirit dog? The fairy was given to me by my uncle. If something happens to it, even ten thousand donkeys can't afford it!"

Wei Wuxian made nonsense: "Stop using Lianfangzun to oppress others. My little Apple is still a mount given by Lord Hanguang. How could you take Little Apple down the mountain to hunt at night? And still get it injured?!"

The juniors of the Lan family said in unison: "Liar!" They never believed that Lord Hanguang would choose that kind of mount to give away, even if Lan Wangji didn't refute, they still refused to believe it. Lan SiZhui: "Well...I'm sorry, Mr. Mo. Your little Ping...the donkey makes a lot of noise in the Cloud Recesses every day. Seniors have complained for a long time and ordered us to drive it away this time when we go down the mountain for night hunting. So we At once..."

Jin Ling also didn't believe that the donkey was a gift from Lan Wangji: "I hate that donkey when I see it. Why do you call it Little Apple? It's so stupid!"

Lan Jingyi was still thinking that it would be bad if it was really Hanguang Jun who sent it, so he quickly spoke for it: "What's wrong with Little Apple? It loves to eat apples, so it's called Little Apple. It's so simple. This name is better than yours." It would be nice to raise a fat dog and call it a fairy!"

Jin Ling: "Where did the fairy gain weight?! You can try to find a spirit dog that is more powerful than it..."

Suddenly, there was silence.

After a while, Wei Wuxian asked, "Is anyone still here?"

There were a lot of "Uh-huh" and "Woo-wu" nearby, indicating that they were all there. Lan Wangji said coldly: "Noisy."

...He actually banned everyone at once. Wei Wuxian couldn't help but touch his lips, feeling very lucky.

At this moment, footsteps were heard in the white mist on the left front.

The footsteps were very heavy and cumbersome. Immediately afterwards, the same sound came from directly in front, right in front, side, and behind. Although the fog was too thick to see the shadows clearly, the rotten and fishy smell had already drifted over.

Naturally, Wei Wuxian wouldn't take a few walking corpses to heart, so he blew a whistle gently, and the final note sounded out, implying repulsion. The zombies behind the fog heard the whistle and really paused for a moment.

Who knows, the next moment, they rush over suddenly!

Wei Wuxian never expected that the rebuke order not only had no effect, but actually stimulated them. It is absolutely impossible for him to confuse the two different commands of "repulse" and "stimulate"!

However, it was too late to think more at this moment. Seven or eight staggered figures emerged in the white mist. With the density of the white mist in Yi City, being able to see their figures means that they are very close!

Bichen's ice-blue sword light broke through the white mist, surrounded everyone, and drew a sharp circle in the air, cutting several zombies in half, and then put them back into their sheaths. Wei Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief, and Lan Wangji whispered, "Why."

Wei Wuxian was also wondering why: "Why can't the whistle order drive away these walking corpses? They walk slowly and have a putrid smell. They are definitely not high-level vicious corpses. I should be able to scare them away by clapping my hands. If It is absolutely impossible to say that my sentry order suddenly failed, and it is not driven by spiritual power. This has never happened before..."

Suddenly, he thought of something, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back.

No. It's not that "this has never been the case." In fact, it happened, and more than once. There is indeed an evil spirit that he cannot control.

That is - the evil corpse spirit that is already under the control of the Yin Tiger Talisman!

Lan Wangji lifted the ban, and Lan SiZhui was able to speak again: "Hanguang-Jun, is the situation very dangerous? Should we leave the city immediately?"

"But, the fog is so thick, the road is impassable, and we can't fly out..."

A disciple of the aristocratic family said: "It seems like another walking corpse is coming!"

"Where is it? I didn't hear the footsteps?"

"I seemed to hear a strange breathing sound..." After the boy finished speaking, he realized what a ridiculous thing he had said and shut up. The other boy said: "I am really convinced by you. The breathing sound, the walking corpse is How can a dead person make any sound of breathing?"

Before he finished speaking, another thick figure bumped into him. Bichen unsheathed himself again, and the shadow's head and body separated, making a strange "splashing" sound at the same time. Several disciples from the aristocratic families who were close to him screamed in surprise. Wei Wuxian was worried that they would be injured, so he hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? "

Lan Jingyi said: "That walking corpse sprayed something, it seemed to be some kind of powder. It was bitter, sweet, and fishy!" It was very unlucky. Just now he happened to want to speak, and a lot of dust got into his mouth. I couldn't bear to say "poof" several times in a row. What was sprayed out from the walking corpse was no small matter. The powder was still raging in the air. If it was rashly approached and inhaled into the lungs, it would be worse than eating it into the mouth. Wei Wuxian said, "You all should stay away from that area! Come quickly and let me take a look."

Lan Jingyi said: "Oh. But I can't see you. Where are you?"

This person cannot see his fingers and can hardly move. Wei Wuxian remembered that every time Bichen unsheathed his sword, its sword light could penetrate the white mist. He turned to Lan Wangji beside him and said, "Hanguang-Jun, please pull out your sword and let him come over."

Lan Wangji stood beside him, but made no response or move.

Suddenly, a clear icy blue sword light lit up seven steps away.

...Where is Lan Wangji?

Then who is the person on his left who has been standing silently? !

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian's vision went dark, and a black face loomed in front of him.

The reason why it is black is because this face is covered with a thick layer of black mist!

The fog-faced man reached out to grab the Evil-Sealing Qiankun Bag hanging on his waist. As soon as he caught it, the Qiankun Bag suddenly bulged, the knot broke, and three evil spirits tangled together and filled with resentment exploded. Attack him face to face!

Wei WuXian smiled and said, "Do you want to grab the Pouch of Sealing Evil Universe? Then you have a hard time with your eyesight. Why are you taking my Soul Locking Pouch!"

Ever since the Chang family cemetery in Yueyang took away the torso that the gravedigger had just excavated and sent him home in vain, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had been keeping an eye out for him, guessing that he would never give up, waiting for an opportunity to act, and might appear at any time. snatch. Sure enough, when they entered Yicheng, the gravedigger wanted to take advantage of the fog and the crowds to take action. He did succeed, but Wei Wuxian had already dropped the Evil Sealing Universe Bag and Spirit Locking Bag that contained his left arm.

With a "clang" sound, the opponent leaped backwards and drew his sword out of its sheath. Immediately, the evil spirits screamed with hatred, and they seemed to be scattered in all directions by his sword. Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "He is indeed a highly cultivated person." He immediately shouted, "Hanguang-Jun, the grave diggers are here!"

No need to remind, Lan Wangji knew that there was a sudden change just by listening, so he responded silently, and Bichen, who was flying around like a shuttle with a sharp sword energy, answered.

The situation at this time is not optimistic. The gravedigger's sword was covered with a layer of black mist. The sword light could not shine through, and it was well hidden in the white mist. However, Lan Wangji's Bichen sword light was unstoppable. He was in the light, while the enemy was in the dark. His opponent's cultivation level was not low, and he was also familiar with the Gusu Lan clan's sword skills. In addition, he was typing blindly in the fog, so he had no worries, but Lan Wangji had to be careful not to accidentally hurt his own side, which was really a big disadvantage. Wei Wuxian heard the sound of the sword hitting several times, his heart tightened, and he blurted out: "Lan Zhan? Are you injured?!"

A soft groan came from the distance, as if someone had been hurt, but it was obviously not Lan Wangji's voice.

Lan Wangji said: "How is that possible?"

Wei WuXian smiled and said, "That's right!"

The man seemed to sneer, raised his sword and fought again. Bichen's light and the sound of the swords clashing were getting farther and farther away. Wei Wuxian knew that Lan Wangji didn't want to accidentally hurt them, so he deliberately diverted the battlefield to deal with the gravedigger. The rest was naturally left to him. He turned around and said, "What about the person who inhaled the powder?"

Lan SiZhui said: "They can't stand any longer!"

Wei WuXian said, "Gather in the middle and report the numbers."

Fortunately, after dealing with a wave of zombies and attracting a gravedigger, nothing else came to disturb us. The sound of the bamboo pole hitting the ground did not cause any trouble. The remaining disciples of the aristocratic family gathered together and counted the number of people, and there were many of them. Wei Wuxian took Lan Jingyi and touched his forehead, feeling a little feverish. The same was true for the other teenagers who had inhaled the dust emitted by the zombies. He rolled up Lan Jingyi's eyelids and said, "Put out your tongue and take a look, ah."

Lan Jingyi: "Ah."

Wei Wuxian: "Yes. Congratulations, you've been poisoned by corpse poison."

Jin Ling: "What is there to congratulate?!"

Wei WuXian said, "It's also a life experience that we can talk about when we get older."

The reason for being poisoned by corpse poison is usually being scratched and bitten by a zombie, or the wound is contaminated with the necrotic blood of a zombie. Immortal cultivators rarely allow walking corpses to come close to bite them, and no one carries the elixir for treating corpse poison with them all day long. Lan SiZhui said worriedly, "Master Mo, will something happen to them?"

Wei WuXian said, "It's okay now, but once it starts to flow into the blood, spreads all over the body, and gets into the heart, it won't be saved."

Lan SiZhui said: "What will happen..."

Wei WuXian said, "Whatever the corpse is, you can do it. If it's good, it'll rot and stink, if it's bad, it'll turn into a hairy zombie. From now on, it can only jump around."

The children of the poisoned family all gasped.

Wei WuXian said, "You want to be cured, right?"

They all nodded vigorously, and Wei Wuxian said, "If you want to be cured, just listen. From now on, everyone must listen to me. Everyone must listen."

Although many of these young people do not know him yet, seeing that this person can be considered equal to Lord Hanguang, that he is close to him, and that he can even call him by his first name, and that he is in a Yi city filled with demonic fog and full of ghosts. He was poisoned again, had a fever, felt uneasy, and instinctively wanted to find someone to rely on. Wei Wuxian always spoke with an inexplicable confidence that he was not worried about anything, and he couldn't help but lead him away. They all responded in unison: "Okay!"

Wei Wuxian pushed further: "You can do whatever I ask you to do, and you are not allowed to disobey. Do you understand?"

 "clear!"

Wei Wuxian clapped his hands and said, "Get up. Those who are not poisoned should carry the poisoned ones on their backs. It is best to carry them. If you carry them, remember to put your head and heart upward."

Lan Jingyi said: "I can walk, why do I need to be carried?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Brother, if you jump around, the blood will flow very quickly, and it will flow into the heart very quickly. Therefore, you must move less, and it is best to stay still."

The teenagers immediately stood up on a rigid board, and their companions carried them up. A young man was carried on the back by his fellow disciples and muttered: "The walking corpse that sprayed out corpse poison powder just now can really breathe."

The young man carrying him panted and complained: "I told you, anyone who can breathe is a living person."

Lan SiZhui said: "Master Mo, we have carried it, where are we going?"

The most well-behaved, obedient and worry-free person was Lan SiZhui. Wei Wuxian said, "We must not be able to leave the city for the time being. Go knock on the door."

Jin Ling said: "Knock on what door?"

Wei Wuxian thought for a moment and said, "Besides a house, is there anything else with a door?"

Jin Ling said: "You want us to go into these houses? It's already so dangerous outside. Who knows what else is hidden inside the house and is watching us."

As soon as he said these words, everyone immediately felt that there were really many pairs of eyes hiding behind the thick fog and houses, closely watching their every move, word and deed, and they couldn't help but feel creepy. Wei WuXian said, "Yes, it's hard to say whether it's more dangerous outside or inside the house. But the outside is already like this, no matter how bad it is inside, it can't be much worse. Let's go, without further ado, we need to detoxify. "

Everyone had no choice but to do as they were told. According to Wei Wuxian's instructions, everyone held the scabbard of the previous person's sword to prevent them from getting separated in the heavy fog, and knocked on the door from door to door. Jin Ling knocked hard for a long time, but didn't hear any response from the room, so he said, "There seems to be no one in this room. Come in."

Wei Wuxian's voice drifted from afar: "Who said you were allowed to go in when no one was around? Keep knocking. You want to enter a house with someone in it."

Jin Ling said: "Are you still looking for someone else?"

Wei WuXian said, "Yes. Knock carefully. You just hit too hard. It's very rude."

Jin Ling was so angry that he almost kicked the wooden door down, but in the end... he stomped on the ground.

Every house and household along this long street has its door tightly closed, and no matter how hard you knock, it won't budge. The more Jin Ling knocked, the more irritated he became, but the force he used was much lighter. Lan SiZhui, however, remained calm. He knocked on the thirteenth shop and repeated the words he had repeated several times: "Is anyone here?"

Suddenly, the door panel moved. A thin black slit was opened.

It was dark inside the door, and it was hard to see what was behind the crack. The person who opened the door didn't speak. Several teenagers who were close involuntarily took a small step back.

Lan SiZhui calmed down and asked, "Are you the shop owner?"

After a while, an old and strange voice leaked out from the crack in the door: "Yes."

Wei WuXian walked over, patted Lan SiZhui on the shoulder, and asked him to step back, saying: "Shopkeeper, we first came to your place. The fog was so thick that we lost our way. We are tired after walking for a long time. I wonder if we can let you go." Let's borrow a store to take a rest?"

The weird voice said: "My shop is not for people to rest."

Wei Wuxian didn't seem to feel anything was wrong at all, and said with a normal expression: "It's a pity that there are no other people in the store. Is the store owner really unwilling to make this convenient? There is a heavy reward."

Jin Ling couldn't help but said: "Where did you get the money to repay you? Let's talk about it first, I won't lend it to you."

Wei Wuxian waved a delicate little money bag in front of his eyes and said, "Look, what is this." Lan Jingyi was shocked: "You are too courageous! This belongs to Lord Hanguang!"

While they were arguing, the door was slightly opened. Although the furnishings in the room were still unclear, they could already see clearly that an old lady with gray hair and an expressionless face stood behind the door.

Although this old lady is hunched over and looks very old at first glance, she actually doesn't have many wrinkles and age spots, so she can be said to be an aunt. She opened the door and stepped aside, seemingly willing to let them in.

Jin Ling was shocked and whispered: "She is actually willing to let people in?"

Wei WuXian also whispered: "Of course, I have one foot stuck in the crack of the door, and she can't close it even if she wants to. If she doesn't let me in, I'll kick the door down."

Jin Ling: "..."

This Yi city is already strange and eerie, and the people living here are definitely not ordinary people. The old lady acted so suspiciously that a group of children from aristocratic families murmured in their hearts. Although ten thousand of them were unwilling to enter the house, there was no way inside and outside. A dead horse was treated as a living horse. They had no choice but to pick her up and stand frozen without daring after being poisoned. The companions who moved came in one after another. The old lady stood by with a cold eye, waiting for them to enter, and immediately closed the door. The room suddenly became completely dark again. Wei WuXian asked, "Why doesn't the shop owner light the lamp?"

The old lady said: "The lamp is on the table. Light it yourself."

Lan SiZhui happened to stand next to a table, groped slowly, found an oil lamp, and touched a hand of old ashes. He took out a fire charm, blew it and lit it. Just as he brought it close to the wick, he inadvertently raised his eyes and in an instant, a burst of cold air rushed from his feet to the top of his head, and his scalp was numb.

The main room of this shop was densely packed with people, all of whom were staring at them with their eyes wide open.