Abase-VI

Lan Wangji's whole body seemed to be enveloped in a cloud of frost, blocking Wei Wuxian's path. Xue Yang threw Shuanghua to block his sword. The two famous swords struck each other, each flying back to the holder's hand. Wei Wuxian said, "Is this a cry that it's better to come sooner than to come sooner?"

Lan Wangji said: "Yeah."

After finishing speaking, he continued his confrontation with Xue Yang. Just now, Wei Wuxian was driven around by Xue Yang, but now it is Xue Yang who is forced to retreat by Lan Wangji. Seeing that the situation was not going well, he rolled his eyes, smiled slightly, and suddenly threw the Shuanghua in his right hand and took it with his left hand. His right hand shook out another long sword from his sleeve, and seamlessly switched to a two-sword attack.

Although his sleeves appear to be narrow, light and flexible, they must be improved Qiankun sleeves. The long sword drawn from it had a dark and gloomy edge. When it was swung, it was in sharp contrast with the clear silver light of Shuanghua. Xue Yang drew out both swords at the same time, and his left and right hands cooperated smoothly, becoming instantly powerful. Lan Wangji said: "Prevent disaster?"

Xue Yang said: "Huh? Lord Hanguang actually knows this sword? How lucky you are."

"Reducing Disaster" is Xue Yang's own sword. As its name suggests, the sword, like its owner, is an ominous sword that brings bloody killings. Wei Wuxian interjected, "This name really suits you perfectly."

Lan Wangji said: "Back off. You are not needed here."

Wei Wuxian listened humbly and stepped back. He retreated to the door and looked outside. Wen Ning was expressionlessly grabbing Song Lan by the neck, lifting him up in the air, and smashed him into the wall, creating a large human-shaped hole. Song Lan also expressionlessly grabbed Wen Ning's wrist with her backhand and flipped him into the ground. The two murderous corpses were beating with expressionless faces, making loud banging and banging noises. Both sides feel no pain and are not afraid of injury. Unless they are chopped into corpses, they can continue fighting with broken arms and legs. Wei Wuxian muttered to himself, "It seems like I'm not needed here."

Suddenly, he saw Lan Jingyi waving to him desperately in a dark shop opposite, and thought to himself: "Ha, I must be needed over there."

As soon as he stepped forward, Bichen's sword glowed brightly. In an instant, Xue Yang slipped his hand, and Shuanghua flew out of his palm. Lan Wangji took advantage of the opportunity to catch the sword. Seeing that Shuanghua had fallen into someone else's hands, Shuanghua slashed straight at Lan Wangji's left arm that was holding the sword. When he failed to cut, a cold glare flashed in Xue Yang's eyes, and he said solemnly: "Give me the sword."

Lan Wangji said: "You are not worthy of this sword."

Xue Yang sneered.

Wei Wuxian walked to the children of the aristocratic families and was surrounded by a group of teenagers. He asked, "Is everything okay?"

"No!" "I listened to you, hold your breath."

Wei WuXian said, "It's okay if you don't have it. If anyone doesn't listen to me, I'll give him glutinous rice porridge again."

Several teenagers who had experienced the smell vomited. At this time, the sound of footsteps came from all directions, and people began to look out at the end of the long street. Lan Wangji also heard the sound, waved his sleeves, and pulled out the Wangji Qin.

The piano body fell horizontally on the table, and he threw Bichen into his left hand. With strong sword intent, he continued to fight with Xue Yang. At the same time, without looking back, he raised his right hand and plucked it down on the strings.

The tinkling sound of the piano spread far to the end of the long street, and what came back was the familiar and strange sound of a walking corpse being shot in the head. Lan Wangji continued to fight Xue Yang with one hand and played the guqin with the other. He glanced at it lightly, then casually plucked the strings with his fingers. Attacking from both sides at the same time, with a calm and unhurried attitude.

Jin Ling couldn't help but blurt out: "Awesome!"

He had seen Jiang Cheng and Jin Guangyao go hunting at night and kill monsters. He felt that his uncle and younger uncle were the two most powerful immortals in the world. They had always been more afraid than respectful of Lan Wangji, only afraid of his forbidden With his eloquent skills and cold temper, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his charm at this moment. Lan Jingyi said proudly: "That's right, Hanguang-Jun is certainly powerful, but he never likes to show off everywhere, so he keeps a low profile, right?"

"Right?" He said it to Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian said inexplicably: "Are you asking me? Why are you asking me?"

Lan Jingyi was anxious: "Don't you think Hanguang-Jun is not powerful?!"

Wei Wuxian touched his chin and said, "Yeah, awesome, of course, so awesome. He's the best." As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh.

This thrilling and dangerous night is about to pass, and daybreak is approaching. But this is not good news. It's daybreak, which means the demonic fog is getting thicker. At that time, it will be difficult to move even an inch!

If there were only two people, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, it wouldn't be difficult to handle it. But there are still so many living people here. Once surrounded by a large number of zombies, it will be difficult to fly even with wings. Just as Wei Wuxian's thoughts were racing to consider countermeasures, the crisp "click-click" and "click-click" sounds of bamboo poles hitting the ground rang out again.

The ghost of the blind and tongueless girl is here again!

Making a quick decision, Wei Wuxian said, "Let's go!"

Lan Jingyi asked: "Where are we going?"

Wei WuXian said, "Follow the sound of the bamboo poles."

Jin Ling was slightly stunned: "You want us to follow a ghost? Who knows where she will take us!" Wei Wuxian said: "Just follow her. This voice has been following you since you came in, right? You guys? We were walking towards the city, but she was leading us all the way outside the city gate and met us. She was driving you out and trying to save you!"

The strange and unpredictable sound of bamboo poles tapping the ground, which came and went, was a method she used to intimidate the living people entering the city. But the intention to intimidate is not necessarily bad. The paper head of a Yin warrior that Wei Wuxian kicked at that time may have been thrown there by her to remind and scare them. Wei Wuxian added: "And she obviously wanted to tell us something urgent last night, but she just couldn't express it. But she disappeared as soon as Xue Yang came. Most likely she was avoiding Xue Yang, and she was definitely not the same as him. of."

"Xue Yang?! Why is there Xue Yang again? Isn't it Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan?"

"Well, I'll explain this later. Anyway, the one fighting Hanguang-Jun inside is not Xiao Xingchen, but Xue Yang's imposter."...

The sound of the bamboo pole was still rattling, as if waiting and urging. If you follow her, you might fall into some kind of trap; if you don't follow her, you'll be surrounded by zombies that spray explosive corpse poison powder, and you won't be safe. The young men made a decisive decision and ran with Wei Wuxian following the sound of knocking on the ground. Sure enough, as they moved, the voice moved with them. Sometimes they could see a dim and petite shadow in the mist ahead, and sometimes they couldn't see anything clearly.

Lan Jingyi ran for a while and said, "Are we just running away like this?"

Wei Wuxian turned around and shouted, "Hanguang-Jun, I leave it to you. Let's take the first step!"

The strings of the piano rang loudly. It sounded like a person saying "Hmm", and Wei Wuxian burst into laughter. Lan Jingyi said: "That's it? Don't say anything else?"

Wei WuXian said, "What else can you do? What else can you say?"

Lan Jingyi said: "Why don't you say 'I'm worried about you, I want to stay!', 'You leave!', 'No! I won't leave! If you want to leave, let's go together!' That should be the case."

Wei Wuxian fumed: "Who taught you? Who told you that you should have this kind of conversation? I'll forget it, can you imagine your Hanguang-Jun saying such things?"

The juniors of the Lan family said one after another: "Can't..."

Wei WuXian said, "That's right. It's a waste of time. With someone as reliable as your Hanguang-Jun, I'm sure he can handle it. I'll just do my own thing and wait for him to come to me or for me to go find him." "

Following the sound of bamboo poles, I walked half a stick of incense and turned several corners before the sound suddenly stopped in front of me. Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand to stop the teenagers behind him, and took a few steps forward. A lonely house stood in the increasingly dense demonic mist.

"Squeak——"

The door of the house was pushed open by someone, and they waited silently for this group of strangers to enter. Wei Wuxian had a gut feeling that there must be something inside. Not something sinister and murderous, but something that would tell him something and answer some mysteries.

He said: "You're here, let's go in."

He raised his feet and stepped into the house. While adapting to the darkness, he reminded without looking back: "Pay attention to the threshold, don't trip."

A young man almost tripped over the high threshold and said depressedly: "Why is the threshold so high? It's not a temple."

Wei Wuxian said, "It's not a temple, but it's still a place that requires a very high threshold."

Five or six fire charms were lit in twos and threes, and the swaying orange fire light illuminated the room.

There were straws scattered on the ground. There was an altar at the front, with several small benches of different heights lying across the altar. There was also a small, dark room on the right. In addition, there were seven or eight black wooden coffins.

Jin Ling said: "Is this the kind of righteous village? A place where dead people are parked?"

Wei WuXian said, "Yeah. Unclaimed corpses, corpses placed unluckily at home, and dead people waiting to be buried are usually brought to Yizhuang. It can be regarded as a post for the dead." The small room on the right should be A resting place for the guards of the yizhuang.

Lan SiZhui asked: "Senior Mo, why does Yizhuang's threshold have to be so high?"

Wei Wuxian said, "The one who prevents corpse transformation."

Lan Jingyi said blankly: "Can setting a high threshold prevent the corpse from transforming?"

Wei Wuxian said: "You can't stop the corpse from transforming, but sometimes you can prevent low-level zombies from getting out." He turned around and stood in front of the threshold and said, "Suppose I died and just transformed into a corpse."

The young men nodded. He continued: "I have just transformed into a corpse. Will my limbs become stiff? I won't be able to do many movements?"

Jin Ling said: "Isn't this nonsense? I can't even walk, I can't move my legs, I can only jump..." When he said this, he suddenly realized. Wei Wuxian said, "That's right. I can only jump." He put his legs together and jumped out, but because the threshold was too high, he couldn't jump out every time, and his toes hit the threshold. The disciples of the aristocratic family were shocked when they saw it. It was funny, imagining a newly transformed corpse trying so hard to jump out, but always being blocked by the threshold, made everyone laugh. Wei Wuxian said: "Did you see that? Don't laugh. This is folk wisdom. Although it is crude and seems childish, it is indeed effective in preventing low-level zombies. If the zombies are tripped by the threshold, It fell to the ground, its limbs were stiff, and it couldn't get up in a short period of time. When it almost got up, it would either be dawn and the roosters would crow, or it would be discovered by the people guarding the village. Those who were not from aristocratic families It's amazing that ordinary people can come up with such a method."

Jin Ling also laughed just now, but immediately stopped smiling and said, "Why did she bring us to Yizhuang? Isn't this place surrounded by zombies? Where did she go?"

Wei Wuxian said, "I'm afraid it really won't happen. We've been standing here for so long, have any of you heard the movement of the zombies?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost of the girl suddenly appeared on a coffin.

Since under Wei Wuxian's guidance, they had all seen the girl's appearance carefully before, including her eyes bleeding and her mouth open and tongue pulled out, so no one felt nervous or scared when they met again now. This shows that just as Wei Wuxian said, being frightened will make you bolder and you can face it calmly.

This girl has no physical body, and her spiritual body emits a faint light. She is petite in stature and has a small face. After cleaning up, she looks like a pitiful girl next door. But looking at her sitting posture with her legs crossed, she was not delicate at all. The bamboo pole used as a blind stick was leaning against the coffin, and her two slender calves were hanging down and dangling anxiously.

She sat on the coffin and gently tapped the lid with her hand. Finally, he jumped down again, circled around the coffin, and gestured to them. The gesture this time is easy to understand, it is an "open" action. Jin Ling said, "She wants us to help her open this coffin?"

Lan SiZhui guessed: "Could it be her body that is placed here? I hope we can help her bury her in peace." This is the most reasonable speculation. Many ghosts are restless because their bodies cannot be buried. Wei Wuxian stood on one side of the coffin, and several teenagers stood on the other side, wanting to help him open it. He said, "No need to help, just stay away. If it's not a corpse, I'll spray you with corpse poison again." Pink or something."

He opened the coffin alone and lifted the lid to the ground. When he lowered his head, he saw a corpse.

However, it was not the girl's body, but that of another person.

This man was a young man, placed in a resting posture with his hands folded, holding a whisk under his folded hands. He was dressed in a snow-white robe, with a handsome and elegant outline on the lower half of his face, a pale face, and a light lip color. The upper half of the face was covered with a four-finger-wide bandage, layer after layer. The eyeballs under the bandage could not see the proper rise and fall, but collapsed empty. There were no eyes at all, just two hollows.

When the girl heard them opening the coffin, she groped her way over. She put her hand into the coffin and touched the face of the corpse. She stamped her feet and two lines of blood and tears flowed from her blind eyes.

No words or gestures are needed to inform, everyone understands. This corpse placed alone in an isolated yizhuang was the real Xiao Xingchen.

The tears of the ghost cannot be shed. The girl shed tears silently for a while, then suddenly stood up with gritted teeth, "ahhh" and "ahhh" to them, anxious and angry, as if she was extremely eager to talk. Lan SiZhui asked, "Do I still need to ask Ling again?"

Wei Wuxian said, "No need. We may not be able to ask the questions she wants us to ask, and I think her answer will be very complicated and difficult to understand."

Although he didn't say "I'm afraid you won't be able to cope with it", Lan Sizhui still felt a little ashamed and secretly made up his mind: "After I go back, I have to practice "Ask the Spirit" diligently. I must be like Hanguang-Jun is like that, playing bullets like a stream, answering questions and getting answers as you go." Lan Jingyi said, "Then what should we do?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Be sympathetic."

Each major family has its own method of obtaining intelligence and collecting information from the resentful spirits. Empathy is what Wei Wuxian is best at. His method is not as advanced as other methods, and anyone can use it. That is to directly invite the resentful spirit to take over, and use yourself as a medium to invade the soul and memory of the dead soul, and hear what you hear, see what you see, and feel what you feel. If the emotions of the deceased are particularly strong, they will be affected by their sadness, anger, ecstasy and other emotions, so it is called "empathy".

It can be said that this is the most direct, simplest, fastest and most effective of all methods. Of course, it is the most dangerous one. No one is afraid of avoiding evil spirits, but empathy is playing with fire and burning yourself. If you don't pay attention, you will reap the consequences. Once the resentful spirit repented, took advantage of the situation, and waited for an opportunity to counterattack, the worst outcome would be to be deprived of its body.

Jin Ling protested: "It's too dangerous! There is no such evil magic..." Wei Wuxian interrupted: "Okay, there's no time. Everyone stand up, hurry up, we have to go back to Hanguang after we're done." Where is the king? Jin Ling, you will be the supervisor."

The supervisor is an essential role in the empathy ritual. In order to prevent the empathizer from falling into the mood of the resentful spirit and being unable to extricate himself, it is necessary to agree on a secret code with the supervisor. This secret code should preferably be a sentence or a voice that the empathizer is very familiar with. The supervisor will monitor it at any time and if the situation changes, , act immediately to pull out the empathizer. Jin Ling pointed at himself and said, "Me? You asked Ben...you asked me to supervise you to do such a thing?"

Lan SiZhui said, "If Mr. Jin doesn't do it, I will do it."

Wei Wuxian said, "Jin Ling, have you brought the Jiang family's silver bell?"

The silver bell is an iconic accessory of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. Jin Ling was raised by two families. He lived in the Jinlin Terrace of the Lanling Jin Sect for a while, and then lived in the Lotus Pier of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. Things from both families were Take it with you. With a complicated look on his face, he took out a simple little bell. The silver bell was engraved with Jiang's family emblem, the nine-petaled lotus. Wei WuXian took it to Lan SiZhui and said, "The Jiang family's silver bell has the effect of calming the mind and clearing the mind, so use this as a code."

Jin Ling stretched out his hand to take back the bell and said, "I'll do it!"

Lan Jingyi hummed, "Sometimes I'm not willing, and now I'm willing. Sometimes it's sunny and sometimes it's cloudy. It's the young lady's temper."

Wei Wuxian said to the girl, "Come in."

The girl wiped her eyes and face, bumped into him, and her soul was completely knocked into him. Wei Wuxian slowly slid down along the coffin. The young men dragged a pile of straw over and gave him a cushion to sit on. Jin Ling squeezed the bell tightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

When the girl just bumped in, Wei Wuxian suddenly thought of a question: "This little girl is blind, and I empathize with her. By then, won't I also become blind and unable to see? This will greatly reduce the effect." Forget it, it's almost as good as being able to listen."

After a moment of spinning, the originally light and fluttering soul seemed to fall to the ground. As soon as the girl opened her eyes, Wei Wuxian followed her. Unexpectedly, what he saw in front of him was not darkness, but clear green mountains and green waters.

Can actually see it!

Come to think of it, this girl was not blind at this time in her memory.

In empathy, what appears in front of Wei Wuxian are the fragments in her memory where she has the strongest feelings and the ones she most wants to confide in others. Just watch them quietly and feel what she feels. At this time, all the senses of the two people are the same, the girl's eyes are his eyes, and her mouth is his mouth.

The girl was sitting by a stream, dressing up in the water. Although the clothes are tattered, basic cleanliness is still necessary. She tapped her toes and hummed a little tune while twisting her hair. She seemed to be unsatisfied no matter how she pulled it, and Wei Wuxian felt a thin wooden hairpin poking around in his hair. Suddenly, she lowered her head and saw her reflection in the water. Wei Wuxian's gaze also turned downwards, and the stream reflected a little girl with an oval face and a pointed chin.

This little girl's eyes have no pupils and are completely white.

Wei WuXian thought to himself, "He clearly looks like a blind man, but can I see now?"

The girl tied up her hair, patted her buttocks, jumped up, picked up the bamboo pole at her feet, and skipped along the road. As she walked, she swung the bamboo pole, hitting the branches and leaves above her head, picking up stones beside her feet, and scaring the grasshoppers in the grass, without stopping for a moment. Someone was coming from far ahead. She immediately stopped jumping. She held the bamboo pole politely, tapped it on the ground, and walked forward slowly, looking very cautious. Several village girls came over. When they saw this, they all made way for her and whispered to each other. The girl nodded hurriedly and said: "Thank you, thank you."

A village girl seemed to feel pity. She opened the white cloth covering the basket, took out a warm steamed bun and handed it to her: "Little sister, be careful. Are you hungry? You can take this and eat it."

The girl said "Ah" and said gratefully: "How embarrassing, I, I..."

The village girl put the steamed bun into her hand and said, "Take it!"

She took it and said, "A-Qing, thank you sister!"

It turns out that this girl's name is A-Qing.

Saying goodbye to the village girls, A-Qing finished her steamed buns in a few moments and started to jump three feet high. Wei Wuxian jumped in her body until he was dizzy, thinking to himself: "This girl is really wild. I understand, she is pretending to be blind. These white eyes are probably born from birth. Although she looks blind on the surface, she is actually blind. She can see, so she uses this to pretend to be blind to deceive people and win sympathy." She is a little wandering girl who pretends to be blind. Others think she can't see, so they will naturally relax their vigilance, but in fact she can see everything clearly. Chu, adapting to circumstances is a smart way to protect yourself.

But A-Qing's soul is indeed blind, which means she could no longer see when she was alive. So how did it change from true blindness to false blindness?

Could it be that I saw something I shouldn't have seen?

A-Qing would jump around when no one was around, and shrink down and act like a blind man when there were people. She stopped and walked until she came to a market.

In a crowded place, she naturally has to show off her skills, perfect the postures, tap a bamboo pole a little bit, and pretend to be prosperous. She walked slowly in the crowd and suddenly bumped into a middle-aged man in expensive clothes. She seemed to be frightened and said repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I can't see it, right?" Don't stop!"

Where can I see that she is coming straight towards this man!

The man was hit and turned his head angrily, as if he wanted to curse. But it turned out that she was a blind man, and she was still a pretty little girl. If I slapped her in the street, she would definitely be criticized, so I had to curse: "Be careful when you walk!"

A-Qing apologized repeatedly, but the man was still unwilling to leave before leaving. He dishonestly twisted A-Qing's buttocks with his right hand. This move was like twisting Wei Wuxian's body, and he felt the same pain, causing his heart to be filled with dense goosebumps in an instant, and he just wanted to slap this man into the ground with one palm.

A-Qing huddled up motionless, as if she was scared, but when the man walked away, she walked into a hidden alley, and immediately said "poof", took out a money bag from her arms, and poured it out He counted the money, made another "poof", and said: "Smelly men, they all have this kind of character, they dress like humans, they don't have much money on them, and they can't shake it without making a sound."

Wei Wuxian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. A-Qing is only a teenager, probably not even fifteen now, but she is very smooth at scolding people and even more comfortable at picking off people's pockets. He thought to himself: "If you caught me, you wouldn't scold me like this. I used to be very rich back then."

He was still lamenting when he became a pauper. A-Qing had already found his next target. He pretended to be blind and walked out of the alley. After walking for a while, he repeated his old trick and bumped into a Taoist priest in white. Then he said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I can't see, I'm sorry!"

Wei Wuxian shook his head inwardly: You didn't even change the words, little beauty!

The Taoist was jolted by her bump, turned around, held her steady first, and said, "I'm fine, girl, can't you see me?"

This man was very young, wearing simple and clean Taoist robes, with a long sword wrapped in white cloth tied to his back. The lower half of his face was very handsome, although slightly thin. The upper half of his face was wrapped with a bandage about four fingers wide, and there was some blood underneath the bandage.