The noise is coming from all directions.
Front, back, left and right, head and feet, like an ocean of whispers, searing, heckling. There are men and women, old and young, big and small, Wei Wu Xian can even hear some scattered words, but they are fleeting, so he can not catch the exact words.
It's really too noisy.
Wei Wuxian continued to press his temples with one hand, and took out a Wind Evil Disk from his Qiankun bag that could be placed in his palm with the other. The hands of the wind evil disk trembled around two, faster and faster, not much time, but began to turn up frantically!
The last time the wind evil disk on Da Fan Mountain can not point the direction, is already strange. But this time it actually spun up automatically, not stopping for a moment, this situation is even more unbelievable than the pointer does not move at all.
Wei Wu Xian's heart ominous shadow is getting thicker and thicker, shouted: "Jin Ling!"
The two of them had been walking in the stone fortress for a while, but they did not see any sign of living people. Wei Wuxian shouted several times, but no answer. The first few stone rooms were empty, but after walking deeper, there was suddenly a dark coffin in the center of one of the stone rooms.
This coffin is placed here, very abruptly. But the coffin wood is black and heavy, the coffin shape is very beautiful, Wei Wuxian looked extraordinarily kind and like it, could not help but pat it, the wood is solid, the sound Atsu, praised: "good coffin."
Blue forgetfulness and Wei Wu Xian stood on both sides of it, looked at each other, reached out at the same time and opened the coffin lid.
The moment the lid of the coffin was opened, the surrounding noises suddenly rose exponentially, and the tide drowned Wei Wu Xian's hearing. It was as if they had previously been spied on by countless pairs of eyes, whose owners were quietly monitoring and discussing their every word and deed, and suddenly became excited when they saw that they were about to open the coffin. Wei Wuxian thought of dozens of possibilities and was ready to deal with the rotten smell, the sudden extension of the devil's claws, the wild spray of poisonous water, the scattering of poisonous smoke, the pouncing of spirits and so on. However, nothing happened, nothing at all.
It turned out to be an empty coffin.
Wei Wuxian was slightly surprised and a little disappointed that Jin Ling was not trapped here. Blue forgetting machine came closer, avoiding dust automatically out of the sheath a few inches, cold light glittering, illuminating the bottom of the coffin. Only then did he realize that there was not nothing in the coffin. It was just that what was inside was much smaller than he expected for a corpse or something, hidden in the deepest part of the bottom of the coffin belly.
Inside the coffin lay a long knife.
This knife without a sheath, the handle seems to be cast in gold, looks heavy and very weighty, the blade is long and slender, the blade snowy, pillowed in the bottom of the coffin on a layer of red cloth, reflecting the general color of blood, a murderous aura.
The coffin does not put the body, but put a knife. This stone fortress on the walking path ridge, there is really no place not weird, step by step reveals the weird.
Two people closed the coffin lid, continue to go inside, there are several stone rooms also found in such a coffin, look at the texture of the coffin wood, the age varies, and each coffin, are placed in a long knife. Until the last room, there was still no sign of Jin Ling. Wei Wu Xian closed the coffin lid, his heart slightly unsettled.
Blue forgetfulness machine see him frowning silent, a little pensive, the ancient qin placed across the coffin wood, raised his hand, a string of strings from the finger out.
He only played a short section, his right hand then withdrew from the top of the zither, staring at the still trembling strings.
Suddenly, the strings shook and spontaneously played a tone.
Wei Wuxian said, "Ask the Spirit?"
Ask the Spirit is a famous song made by the ancestors of the Gusu Lan Clan. It is different from "Invocation of the Soul", and is mostly used in cases where the identity of the deceased is unknown and there is no medium. The player asks a question to the deceased with the sound of the zither, and the echo of the deceased is transformed into a rhythm on the strings.
The fact that the strings move spontaneously indicates that one of the spirits of the dead in this stone fortress has been invited by Lan Forgetting Machine. Next, it was time for both sides to ask and answer with the qin language.
The qin language is a unique secret technique of the Gusu Blue Clan, and although Wei Wu Xian has a wide range of knowledge, there is something he can't reach, and he can't solve the qin language. He said softly, "Hanguangjun, ask it for me, what is this place, what is it for, and who built it."
Blue forgetfulness is proficient in asking the language of the zither, and without thinking, he could make two or three clear and clean sounds. A few moments later, the strings of the zither played twice again. Wei Wu Xian asked, "What does it say?"
Lan Zhiji: "I don't know."
Wei Wu Xian: "Huh?"
Blue Forgetting Machine said slowly and methodically, "It said, 'I don't know'."
"..." Wei Wu Xian looked at him, suddenly remembered a certain conversation related to "whatever" many years ago, rubbed his nose, the boss is meaningless, thought: "Lan Zhan is too outstanding. "Blue Zhan is too much, have learned to choke me."
A question did not work, blue forget machine played another sentence. The string of the zither responded again with the same two resounding tones as before. Wei Wu Xian heard that the answer was "I don't know" again and asked, "What did you ask it again?"
Lan forgot machine said: "Why did it die."
Wei Wuxian said, "If you are unintentionally assassinated, it is indeed possible that you do not know why you died. Why don't you ask it if it knows who killed it?"
Blue Forgetting Machine raised his hand and plucked the string. However, the echo was still a resounding two - "I don't know".
A dead soul confined here, one does not know where this place is, two does not know why it died, three does not know who killed it, Wei Wu Xian is also the first time to encounter such a dead person who asks three questions. You ask it whether it is male or female. This it will not also do not know."
Blue forgetfulness machine complied with the instructions and played. After withdrawing his hand, the other string was played with a powerful clang, and Blue Forgetting Machine translated, "Male."
Wei Wu Xian said, "At last, we know something. Again, was there a young man of fifteen or sixteen who came in here?"
The answer was, "Yes."
Wei Wuxian asked again, "Where is he now?"
The qin string paused before giving a response. Wei Wuxian said, "What did he say?"
Blue Forgetfulness said with a stony expression, "He said, 'Right here'."
Wei WuXian was dumbfounded.
"Here" should be this stone fortress, but they just searched through, but did not see Jin Ling. Wei WuXian said: "He can't lie, right?"
Blue forget machine said: "I am here, can not."
It is also true that the person who played the question was the Hanguang Jun, and since Lai Ling was under his suppression, he naturally could not lie and could only answer truthfully. Wei Wu Xian then searched around the stone room to see if there were any secret passages that he had missed. Blue forgetfulness machine pondered for a moment, and played two more paragraphs to ask. After receiving the answer, he changed his expression slightly. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian asked, "What did you ask again?"
Blue forgetfulness said, "How old is he, and where is he from."
These two questions were testing the identity of Lai Ling, and Wei Wu Xian knew he must have gotten an unusual answer: "How?"
Blue forgetfulness said, "Fifteen years old, from Lanling."
Wei WuXian's face also changed abruptly.
The spirit invited by "Ask the Spirit" was actually Jin Ling?
He was busy listening intently, the overwhelming noise, seems to really faintly hear a few faint cries of Jin Ling, but can not really hear.
The first thing that he did was to ask for the exact location, so he kept his eyes on the strings and waited for Jin Ling's answer.
This time, the response was longer, and after listening to it, Lan forgot the machine and said to Wei Wu Xian: "'Stand in the same place, face southwest, and listen to the strings. When it rings, take a step forward. When the sound of the zither stops, it will be in front of you.'"
Wei Wu Xian did not say a word and turned to the southwest. Seven strings sounded behind him, so he took seven steps forward. However, there was always nothing in front of him.
The sound of the zither continued, but the intervals became longer and longer, and he walked slower and slower. One more step, two more steps, three more steps ...
Until he reached six steps, the sound of the zither finally fell silent and stopped ringing.
And in front of him, there was only a wall.
This wall is made of grayish-white stone bricks, and the pieces fit seamlessly. Wei WuXian turned around and said, "... He's in the wall?!"
Avoiding dust out of the sheath, four blue light swept, the wall was chopped out of a neat tic-tac-toe shape, the two went forward to demolish the bricks, after taking off several stone bricks, a large black soil exposed.
It turns out that the walls of this stone fortress made a double layer, two layers of solid stone bricks in the middle, filled with dirt. Wei Wuxian shaved down a large piece of soil with his bare hands, and in the middle of the black soil, he shaved out a human face with eyes tightly closed.
It was the missing Jin Ling!
Jin Ling's face was not in the soil, once revealed, the air suddenly filled the nose and mouth, immediately a violent cough and inhale. Wei Wuxian saw that he was still alive, a heart was finally relieved. Jin Ling's life was really hanging by a thread, otherwise it wouldn't have been captured by "Ask the Spirit" that his soul was about to leave his body. It's a good thing he wasn't buried in the wall for long, or else he would have been suffocated to death if he had dragged on for another moment.
The two men were busy digging him out of the wall, but who knew that pulling out the carrot brought out the mud, and the moment Jin Ling's upper body came out of the earth, the long sword on his back hooked out something else.
A white bone arm!
Blue forgetfulness machine put Jin Ling flat on the ground, and checked his pulse to administer treatment. Wei Wu Xian picked up the scabbard to avoid dust and followed the white bone arm to poke and prod skillfully in the soil. In a short time, a complete skeleton was presented in front of the eyes.
This skeleton is buried in the wall in a standing position, just like Jin Ling, with white bones and black soil, a stark and striking contrast. Wei Wuxian turned over in the soil, and demolished a few bricks aside, some stirring, and indeed found a second skeleton nearby.
And this one, not yet rotten completely, there is still flesh attached to the bones, skull cover and black disheveled long hair, tattered clothing is aqua, it is clear that a woman. She was not standing, the skeleton bent over. The reason for bending over is because there is a third corpse bone by her leg, which is squatting.
Wei WuXian no longer digging down.
He backed up a few steps, the noise in his ears like a tidal wave of raging and unrestrained.
He could almost be sure of it. This entire stone fortress thick walls, all filled with human bones.
Overhead, underfoot, southeast, northwest; standing, sitting, lying, squatting ...
What the hell is this place?