The first half of the night was spent thinking about what had happened to the body of the blue forgetfulness machine over the years, and only in the second half of the night did he fall asleep in a daze. The next morning, open your eyes, blue forget machine people have gone to nowhere, he was lying on the couch, hands on his side, was placed in a peaceful position.
Wei Wu Xian lifted the quilt covering his body, his right hand buried five fingers in his hair, his heart still lingered with a sense of absurdity and horror.
At this time, the wooden door of the quiet room knocked lightly twice, Lan Si chase's voice sounded outside: "Mo Gongzi? Are you awake?"
Wei Wuxian: "Why are you calling me so early?
Lan Si chase: "Morning, morning? ... But, it's already 6 o'clock."
The Lan family was extremely regular in that they rested at dawn, while Wei Wu Xian rested at dusk, which was also very regular, and was two hours later than his family. After lying on his back for half the night, his back was sore and he said straightforwardly, "I can't get up."
Lan Si chase said, "Uh, what's wrong with you again?"
Wei Wu Xian said, "What's wrong with me. I was slept with by your Hanguang Jun!"
Lan Jing Yi's voice also sounded aggressively, "If you keep talking nonsense, we won't spare you. Come out!"
Wei Wu Xian said, "It's true! He slept with me all night long! If I don't go out, I have no face to see anyone!"
Several juniors looked at each other from outside the door. They couldn't go in and drag him out. Lan Jing Yi said angrily, "What a shame! He's not a broken sleeve, he's sleeping with you! I'm thankful to God that you don't sleep with him. Get up! Take your donkey away and treat it well, it's making a lot of noise!"
At the mention of his mount, Wei Wu Xian climbed up with a start: "What are you doing to my little apple? Don't touch it, it will stumble."
Lan Jing Yi said, "What is a little apple?"
Wei WuXian said, "My donkey!" He went out of the quiet room and boomed a few juniors to take him to the mount, and was led to a green meadow where the flowered donkey was really yelling and making a lot of noise. The reason for the yelling was because it wanted to eat the grass, but there were dozens of rolling white balls of fluff gathered on that piece of grass, making it impossible for it to put its mouth down.
Wei Wu Xian said joyfully, "Many rabbits! Come on, come on, fork up and roast them!"
Lan Jingyi's mouth was full of smoke: "It's forbidden to kill people when you don't know where the clouds are! Shut him up, the morning reader has asked him several times! We will be scolded to death if we keep this up!"
Wei Wu Xian gave him the apple from his breakfast, and sure enough, once the donkey nibbled on the apple, he couldn't care less about barking and chewed his mouth. Wei Wuxian stroked the back of its neck, while playing with the idea of the jade passages on the juniors, and pointed at the round white rabbits on the ground, saying: "Can't you really roast them? Is it true that if you roast it, you will be driven off the mountain?"
Lan Jing Yi, like a great enemy, hastily opened his hands in front of him and said, "This is the one raised by Hanguang Jun, we only help to look after it occasionally, you dare to roast it!"
Wei Wuxian nearly fell to the ground laughing when he heard this, thinking, "Lan Zhan, this person is really! He didn't even want to give them to him before, but now he's secretly raising a big flock of them himself. And he said he didn't want it, who is he coaxing? I'm sorry, but he secretly likes these little white, fluffy things, right? The gentleman with a slab face holding a rabbit, ouch my mother, I'm not going to be able to ..."
But then remembered last night when he was lying on the blue forget machine that light, he suddenly could not laugh again.
At this time, from the west of the deep clouds, came the sound of a bell.
The sound of the bell was very different from that of the hour, rapid and intense, as if a madman who had lost his mind was ringing. The two of them changed their faces and ran away from him, not caring to gag with him anymore. Wei Wuxian knew something was wrong and hurried to follow.
The sound of the bell came from a corner tower.
This corner building is called the "Underworld Room", the surrounding walls are made of special materials, sealed with incantations, and is a special building for the Blue Family to recruit spirits. When the bell on the corner tower spontaneously loud, it means that something has happened: the person conducting the soul invocation ceremony inside, there was an accident.
Outside the corner building, there were more and more children and disciples of the Blue Family gathered around, but none of them dared to enter rashly. The door to the underworld room was a dark wooden door, firmly locked and could only be opened from the inside. Violent destruction from the outside was not only difficult, but also against the taboo. It is a terrible thing to have an accident in the ritual of invocation, because no one knows exactly what will be summoned and what will happen if one ventures into it. And since the establishment of the Underworld Chamber, there has almost never been a failure to recruit souls, which makes people even more anxious.
When Wei Wu Xian saw that Lan Qi Qi did not appear, he had a bad feeling. If the blue forgetfulness machine is still in the deep clouds, heard the alarm bell ringing should immediately rush over, unless ... suddenly, the black door banged open, a white-clothed disciple stumbled out.
He was unsteady on his feet and rolled down the steps as soon as he came out. The door of the underworld room swung shut automatically, as if it had been slammed up by someone in anger.
The others rushed to help the disciple up. He was helped up and immediately fell down again, uncontrollably snotty and tearful, clutching at people: "Shouldn't have ... shouldn't have recruited ..."
Wei Wuxian grabbed his hand and said in a deep voice: "What are you inviting the souls of? Who else is in there? Where's the Hamming Light Jun?!"
The disciple seemed to be breathing very hard and opened his mouth and said, "Containing the light, let me escape ..."
Before the words were finished, crimson blood gushed out from his nose and mouth. Wei Wu Xian pushed the man into Lan Si Chou's arms, the bamboo flute made of grass still stuck in his waist, he took two steps up several steps, kicked the door of the underworld room, and shouted sternly: "Open!"
The door of the underworld room opened with a wild smile and opened suddenly. Wei Wuxian immediately dashed into the room. The door closed right behind him. Several disciples were shocked and rushed after him, but the door would not open in any way. One of the guests jumped on the door, shocked and angry, and blurted out, "What the hell is this person just now?
Lan Si chase supported the disciple and said through clenched teeth, "... come and help me first. He's bleeding from seven orifices!"
As soon as he entered the underworld room, Wei WuXian felt an oppressive black qi forcing its way to his face.
This black gas seems to be a mixture of resentment, anger and madness, almost visible to the naked eye, surrounded by it, the person's chest was pressed to a vague dull pain. The length and width of the meditation room are more than three feet, four corners east and west faint a few people. On the formation in the center of the ground, the object of this invocation was erected.
Nothing else, only an arm. It is the one brought back from the Mo family estate!
It stood straight as a stick, cross-section to the ground, four fingers into a fist, index finger pointing to the sky, as if in anger pointing at someone. The endless stream of black air that filled the entire underworld chamber was emitted by it.
Those who participated in the soul-recruiting ceremony fled and fell, and only the blue forgetfulness in the direction of the chairman at the east was still sitting upright. the phoenix novel
He was surrounded by an ancient zither, his hand was not on the strings, but the strings were trembling and buzzing. The original he seems to be meditating, or listening intently to something, perceived someone intruding, then raised his head.
The face of blue forget machine has always been unperturbed, Wei Wu Xian could not see what he was thinking. The original sitting party, Lan Qiren, has now fallen to the side, like the disciple who escaped from the underworld room, bleeding from seven orifices and losing his wits. Wei Wu Xian took his place, spun around and stepped on the western head of the direction, pulled the bamboo flute from his waist, raised it to his lips, and faced Blue Forget Machine from afar.
On the night of Mo's house, Wei Wu Xian first disturbed with his whistle, and then Blue Forget Machine struck with the sound of the zither from afar, and the two unintentionally joined forces to suppress the arm. The two of them unintentionally joined forces to suppress this arm. Blue forgetfulness met his gaze and understood, his right hand raised, a string of strings flowed out, and Wei Wu Xian immediately harmonized with the flute.
The song they played is called "Invocation of the Soul". The body of the deceased, a part of the body, or a beloved object in life as a medium, so that the soul of the deceased follow the sound to come. Usually just a paragraph, you can see the body of the dead soul emerge in the formation. However, the duo was about to play the end of a song, and no soul was called.
The arm is generally angry, the whole body blue veins, the air in the oppressive feeling heavier. If it was someone else who was guarding the West at this time, he would not have escaped the fate of Lan Qiren, who was bleeding from his seven orifices, and would have collapsed. Wei Wuxian was secretly shocked: he and blue forgetfulness machine play "invoke the soul" also can not call the soul of the dead, this is almost impossible. Unless ... unless the soul of this deceased person, along with its corpse was cut off!
It seems that this brother is a little bit worse than him. At first, although his body was bitten more broken, but at least the soul is complete.
The "Soul Invocation" failed, blue forgetfulness between the fingers of the tune turned, changed to play another song.
This tune is very different from the treacherous and morbid, as if to ask the tune, quiet and peaceful, the name of the song "rest in peace". These two tunes are both well-known songs of the Xuan Sect, and it is not unusual for anyone to play and blow them.
The ghost flute of the old ancestor of Yiling is called "Chen Emotion" and is famous. He responded with a bamboo flute, deliberately blowing a lot of errors and omissions, lack of breath, people can not bear to hear. The company has never played with such a bad person before, so after playing for a while, it finally couldn't continue as if nothing had happened, and looked up at him expressionlessly.
Wei Wu Xian cheekily pretended not to see, the tune ran farther and farther away, turned around, was about to continue to blow, suddenly came from behind a vision, he turned back to look, immediately a shock. Only to see the originally unconscious Lan Qiren sat up straight, with a face bleeding from seven orifices, seven orifices of smoke, bearded voice, pointing at Wei Wu Xian's hands are shaking, hissed: "Stop blowing! Get out! Get out of here! Do not--"
In the end "not allowed" what, not finished, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell back in place, and fell back into a moribund coma.
Blue forget machine: "..."
Wei Wuxian was dumbfounded.
He knew what was behind Lan Qiren's "no": no more blowing! No ensemble! Do not tarnish the sound of his beloved pupil forgetting machine!
They have a qin and flute ensemble, surprisingly, blue Qiren woke up and passed out alive, see how difficult to hear ...
However, even so, that hand is still slowly hanging down under the joint suppression of the flute and zither sound. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.
The last sound of the strings stopped, and in a moment, the door of the underworld room popped open and daylight splashed in. The alarm bell on the corner tower had stopped ringing, and all the children and students who had been gathered outside the meditation room rushed in, and all of them were shouting "Hanguangjun" at once.
Blue forgetfulness machine pressed his hand on the string to stop the residual sound of the string buzzing, and got up to check Lan Qiren's pulse. With him taking the lead, the rest of the group quickly calmed down. The older seniors flattened the bodies of the people bleeding in the meditation room and carried out the treatment. They were applying needles and delivering medicine, while another group of disciples carried a bronze bell with the intention of covering that arm in it. The scene was busy but orderly, and softly spoken, without anyone making noisy and raucous noises.
Several people worried, "Hanguangjun, neither the elixir nor the application of needles are effective, what should be done?"
Blue forgetfulness machine three fingers still placed on the blue Qiren pulse, stared at the eyebrows without saying anything. Even he was injured by the backlash of grievances, so it was clear how appalling the grievances of this ghost hand were, which had never been seen before.
Wei Wu Xian put the bamboo flute back into his waist, squatted down next to the bronze bell, rubbing the golden text on it, thinking in his mind, suddenly saw Lan Si chun's face looked gloomy, said: "What's wrong?"
Lan Si chun already knew that he was not an idle person, so he hesitated a little and said in a low voice: "I just feel a little guilty."
Wei Wu Xian said, "Guilty of what?"
Lan Si chase said: "This ghost hand is coming for us."
Wei Wu Xian smiled and said, "How do you know that?"
Lan Si chase said, "Different grades of yin summoning flags have different painting methods and power. When we drew the flag in Mo's house, the area of effect was only five miles. But this ghost hand, the murderous aura is very heavy, feeding on human flesh and blood. If it had been within that range of action, with its ferocity, Mo's family would have been a river of blood. However, it appeared suddenly only after our arrival ... that is, it must have been deliberately placed in that location at that time by someone with malicious intent."
Wei Wuxian said, "The lesson is quite solid, good analysis."
Lan Si chase bowed his head and said, "So, those few lives of Mo family manor, we are afraid ... also responsible ... and now, also tired Mr. Lan they are also unconscious... ..."
A moment of silence, Wei Wu Xian patted his shoulder and said, "The one who should be responsible is not you, is the one who released the ghost hand. Some things in this world are beyond your control."
Over there, Blue Forgetting Machine withdrew his hand, and the Blue Family asked, "Hanguangjun, how is it?"
Blue forgetfulness machine said: "Trace back the origin."
Wei Wu Xian said, "Good. Trace back the origin, find the whole corpse of this ghost hand, find out his identity, and naturally there is a way to save the people."
Although Lan Jing Yi already knew that he was certainly not a madman, but always could not help but to speak to him in a condemning tone, said, "You say it is simple, recruiting the soul can not be recruited, making such a mess, where to find?"
Blue forget machine said: "Northwest."
Lan Si chase curiously said, "Northwest? Why the northwest, Lord Huanguang?"
Wei Wuxian said, "Haven't we already pointed it out to you?"
Lan Jing Yi was puzzled, "Showed me? Who? Who pointed it out? Who pointed it out?"
Wei Wu Xian said, "It."
Only then did the crowd realize that he was pointing at the ghost hand!
The arm was pointing in one direction, and when someone changed its position, it stubbornly turned around and resumed its original direction. Blue Jing Yi said: "It? It ... it is referring to what?!"
Wei Wu Xian said: "What else can it refer to? Either other parts of his corpse, or, the murderer who caused him to become like this."
At the word, several teenagers who happened to be standing in the northwest hurriedly dodged away. Blue Forgetting Machine looked at him, slowly got up, and said to the disciples, "Place the uncle."
Those few people nodded and said, "Yes! Are you going to leave the mountain now?"
Blue forgetting machine nodded slightly, Wei Wu Xian had sneaked up behind him and said loudly and joyfully to himself, "Good, good, finally I can run away from the mountain!"
The crowd looked miserable, the older disciples were especially horrified, but a few teenagers were more or less used to it. Only the blue Qiren lying on the ground, unconsciously seems to be a face twitching again, the crowd all thought: "This man said a few more words, maybe Mr. Blue will be woken up alive by him again ..."