Xiao Xingchen's smile froze.
The word "Xue Yang" had a huge impact on him. There was not much color on his face, but after hearing the name, it all faded away in an instant, and his lips almost turned pink and white.
Not sure, Xiao Xingchen whispered: "...Xue Yang?"
He suddenly woke up: "A-Qing, how did you know this name?"
A-Qing said: "This Xue Yang is the person next to us! He is the bad guy!"
Xiao Xingchen said confusedly: "The ones around us?... The ones around us..."
He shook his head, as if he was a little dizzy, and said, "How do you know?"
A-Qing said: "I heard he killed someone!"
Xiao Xingchen said: "He killed someone? Who did he kill?"
A-Qing said: "A woman! Her voice was very young. She should be carrying a sword. And this Xue Yang also hid a sword, because I heard them fighting, and there was a loud bang. That woman They called him 'Xue Yang', and also said that he 'slaughtered Guan', 'killed people and set fires', and 'everyone punished him'. God, this man is a murderer! He has been hiding among us, and he doesn't know what he is doing. !"
A-Qing stayed up all night, making up lies all night long. First of all, the Taoist priest must not be allowed to know that he killed a living person as a walking corpse, let alone that he killed Song Lan with his own hands. Therefore, even though she felt sorry for Taoist Song, she could never reveal Taoist Song's death. It would be best if Xiao Xingchen found out Xue Yang's identity and ran away immediately, far away!
But this news was too hard to accept, and it sounded ridiculous at first. Xiao Xingchen felt incredulous: "But the voice is wrong. And..."
A-Qing was so anxious that she poked at the bamboo pole: "He pretended to have a wrong voice on purpose! He was just afraid of being recognized by you!" Suddenly, she had an idea and jumped up and said: "Ah, that's right! That's right! He has nine fingers. ! Taoist priest, do you know? Does Xue Yang have nine fingers? You must have seen it before!"
Xiao Xingchen didn't stop for a moment.
A-Qing quickly supported him, helped him to the table, and slowly sat down. After a while, Xiao Xingchen said: "But A-Qing, how do you know he has nine fingers? Have you ever touched his hand? But if he was really Xue Yang, how could he let you touch his The left hand, you discovered that it was mutilated?"
A-Qing gritted her teeth and said: "...Taoist Priest! I'll tell you the truth! I'm not blind, I can see! I didn't touch him, I saw him!"
The thunder was louder and louder, causing Xiao Xingchen to feel slightly confused: "What did you say? Can you see it?"
A-Qing was scared, but she could no longer hide it and apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, Taoist priest, I didn't mean to lie to you! I was afraid that you wouldn't let me follow you after you found out that I'm not blind, and I was afraid that you would drive me away. ! But don't blame me now, let's run together. He will be back after buying groceries! "
Suddenly, she closed her mouth.
The bandage around Xiao Xingchen's eyes was originally snow-white, but at this moment, two haloes of blood seeped out from it, and more and more blood seeped out, gradually seeping through the cloth, and flowing down from the eye sockets.
A-Qing screamed: "Taoist Master, you are bleeding!"
Xiao Xingchen seemed to have just realized it, and said softly, "Ah", raised his hand and touched his face, and found that his hand was full of blood. A-Qing's trembling hands wiped him, more and more. Xiao Xingchen raised his hands and said, "I'm fine...I'm fine."
Originally, the wound on his eye would bleed whenever he thought too much or became overly emotional, but it had not recurred for a long time, and Wei Wuxian thought it had healed. Unexpectedly, the bleeding recurred today.
Xiao Xingchen murmured: "But...but if it's really Xue Yang, how could this happen? Why didn't you kill me from the beginning and still stay with me for several years? How could this be Xue Yang?"
A-Qing said: "He didn't want to kill you at first! I saw the look in his eyes, it was very fierce and scary! But he was injured and couldn't move and needed someone to take care of him! I don't know him. If I knew him, I would know him. He is a murderer. When he is lying in the grass, I will stab him to death with a bamboo pole! Taoist priest, let's run! Huh?"
Wei Wuxian sighed in his heart: "It's impossible. If he didn't tell Xiao Xingchen, he would have continued to get along with Xue Yang like this. If he had told Xiao Xingchen, he would never run away without questioning Xue Yang face to face. Foreign policy is not allowed. There is no solution to this matter."
Sure enough, after Xiao Xingchen managed to calm down, he said: "A-Qing, let's go."
His voice was slightly hoarse, and A-Qing was a little scared and said: "Should I leave? Taoist priest, let's go together!"
Xiao Xingchen shook his head and said: "I can't leave. I have to find out what he wants to do. He must have a purpose, and most of the time he has pretended to be someone else and stayed by my side in the past few years just to achieve this purpose. I will leave and keep him." If a person is here alone, I am afraid that so many people in Yicheng will be killed by him. Xue Yang has always been like this."
This time, A-Qing's crying was no longer an act. She threw the bamboo pole aside, hugged Xiao Xingchen's thigh and said, "Should I leave? Taoist priest, how can I leave alone! I want to come with you, If you don't leave, I won't leave either. At worst, we will be killed by him. Anyway, I will die alone sooner or later. If you don't want me to do this, let's run away together!"
Unfortunately, after the secret that she was not blind was revealed, this trick of pretending to be pitiful no longer worked. Xiao Xingchen said: "A-Qing, you can see and be smart. I believe you can live a good life. You have no idea how terrible Xue Yang is. You can't stay, and you can never get close to him again. ."
Even Wei Wuxian heard the scream in A-Qing's heart: "I know! I know how scary he is!"
But she couldn't tell all the truth!
Suddenly, a burst of brisk footsteps came from a distance.
Xue Yang is back!
Xiao Xingchen raised his head in surprise, returned to his alert state when hunting at night, pulled A-Qing close to him, and whispered: "When he comes in later, I will deal with him. You take the opportunity to run away immediately, and be obedient!"
A-Qing was so frightened that she nodded randomly with tears in her eyes. Xue Yang kicked the door with his foot and said, "What are you doing? I'm back and haven't you left yet? If you haven't left yet, unlock the door and let me in. I'm exhausted."
Just by listening to this voice and tone, he sounds like a young boy next door and a lively junior brother. But who would have thought that at this moment, standing outside the door would be an inhumane and crazed evil spirit, a devil who wears a handsome human skin, walks like a human, and speaks human words!
The door was unlocked, but it was bolted from the inside. If he didn't open the door, Xue Yang would definitely become suspicious. If he comes in then, he will definitely be wary. A-Qing wiped her face and cursed: "You're so tired! It's a long walk to buy groceries, and you're tired after just two steps?! Sister, if you delay in changing two pieces of clothes, will you lose a piece of meat?!"
Xue Yang said contemptuously: "How many clothes do you have in total? They always look the same. Open the door."
A-Qing's calves were trembling, but she said loudly and forcefully: "Bah! I won't give it to you, kick me if you can!"
Xue Yang laughed and said, "That's what you said. Taoist priest, you can repair the door later, don't blame me."
After saying that, he kicked the wooden door open, stepped over the high threshold, and entered the house. He was carrying a full vegetable basket in one hand and a bright red apple in the other. After taking a bite, he lowered his head and saw the Shuanghua sword blade that had sunk into his abdomen.
The vegetable basket fell to the ground, and the vegetables, radishes, apples, and steamed buns inside rolled all over the floor.
Xiao Xingchen shouted in a low voice: "A-Qing, run!"
A-Qing ran away and rushed out of the gate of Yizhuang. She ran wildly on the road for a while, then immediately changed her route and tiptoed back to Yizhuang. She crawled to the hidden place she was most familiar with and eavesdropped on most. This time, she even stuck out half of her head to peek into the house.
Xiao Xingchen said coldly: "Is it fun?"
Xue Yang took a bite of the apple still in his hand, chewed it slowly for a while, swallowed the pulp, and then said, "It's fun. Why isn't it fun?"
He returned to his original pronunciation.
Xiao Xingchen said: "What exactly have you wanted to do these past few years by my side?"
Xue Yang said: "Who knows. Maybe it's boredom."
Xiao Xingchen drew out Shuanghua, and was about to stab with his sword again. Xue Yang said, "Taoist Master Xiao Xingchen, I have an unfinished story. You don't want to hear the rest of it now, do you?"
Xiao Xingchen said: "I don't want to."
Even though he refused, the man tilted his head slightly and froze his sword. Xue Yang said: "But I have to say it. After saying this, if you still think it's my fault, you can do whatever you want."
He casually wiped the wound on his abdomen, pressed it to prevent it from bleeding too much, and said: "The child, when he saw the man who coaxed him to deliver the letter, felt aggrieved and happy at the same time. He cried loudly and rushed towards him. Tell him: The letter was delivered, but the snacks are gone, and I was beaten. Can you give me another plate?
"And that man seemed to have just been caught by the burly man and beaten up, with injuries on his face. Then he saw this dirty child hugging his legs. He was extremely irritated and kicked him away.
"He got on the bullock cart and asked the driver to leave immediately. The child got up from the ground and ran after the bullock cart. He wanted to eat the plate of sweet snacks so much that he finally caught up and waved in front of the cart to let him go. They stopped. The man, upset by his cries, took the whip from the driver's hand and struck him on the head, knocking him to the ground."
He said word by word: "Then, the wheels ran over this child's hands one by one!"
Regardless of whether Xiao Xingchen could see it or not, Xue Yang raised his left hand towards him: "Seven years old! The bones of one left hand were completely broken, and one finger was crushed into a puddle of mud on the spot! This man is Chang Ping's father.
"Taoist Priest Xiao Xingchen, when you took me to Jinlin Tower, you were so righteous and righteous! Why did you accuse me of killing a whole family just because of a slight dissatisfaction? Is it because your fingers don't grow on you, so you don't know the pain! No! You know what it's like to hear heartbreaking screams coming from your own mouth! Why did I kill his whole family? Why don't you ask him why he came to tease me and entertain me?! Today's Xue Yang is Thanks to Chang Cian in the past! The Chang family of Yueyang is just reaping the consequences!"
Xiao Xingchen said in disbelief: "Chang Ci'an cut off one of your fingers back then. Even if you want revenge, just cut off one of his fingers. If you really can't bear the grudge, just break two of his fingers, ten! Or even if you Just cut off one of his arms! Why do you have to kill the whole family? Do you need more than fifty lives to compensate for one finger? "
Xue Yang actually thought about it seriously, as if he thought his question was strange, and said: "Of course. The fingers are yours, but the lives are other people's. No matter how many times you kill them, they won't be worth it. There are only more than fifty people, how can they be worth it to me?" A finger?"
Xiao Xingchen became even paler with anger at his arrogant attitude, and asked: "What about the others?! Then why did you kill Baixueguan again? Why did you blind Taoist Song Zichen's eyes?!"
Xue Yang asked back: "Then why do you want to stop me? Why do you want to get in my way? Why do you want to help the Chang family? Are you helping Chang Cian? Or are you helping Chang Ping? Hahahaha, how grateful Chang Ping was before ? Then how did he beg you not to help him anymore? Priest Xiao Xingchen, from the very beginning, you were wrong in this matter. You should not interfere in the disputes and grudges of others. Who is right and who is wrong, more kindness and more resentment, outsiders say Do you understand? Or you shouldn't go down the mountain at all. Your master Baoshan Sanren is so smart. Why didn't you listen to her and stay on the mountain to cultivate? If you don't understand the things in this world, don't join the world! "
Xiao Xingchen couldn't bear it and said: "...Xue Yang, you are so... so disgusting..."
Hearing this sentence, the fierce light in Xue Yang's eyes that had not been revealed for a long time reappeared.
He laughed coldly and said, "Xiao Xingchen, this is why I hate you. What I hate the most is people like you who think they are righteous and have noble character. A big fool, an idiot, a naive, a fool who always thinks that doing something good will make the world a better place! Do you disgust me? Very good, am I afraid of being disgusted by others? But do you have the right to disgust me? "
Xiao Xingchen was slightly startled and said, "What do you mean?"
A-Qing and Wei Wuxian's hearts almost jumped out of their chests!
Xue Yang said affectionately: "We haven't gone out to kill zombies at night lately, have we? But in the past two years, didn't we just go out and kill a bunch of them every few days?"
Xiao Xingchen's lips moved, as if feeling slightly uneasy, and said, "What do you mean by this now?"
Xue Yang said: "It's not interesting. It's just a pity that you are blind. Both of your eyeballs were gouged out by yourself. You can't see the 'walking corpses' you killed. They were so scared and painful when you stabbed them in the heart with your sword." Ah. And they knelt down and kowtowed to you with tears in their eyes, begging you to spare their whole family. If I hadn't cut out all their tongues, they would have burst into tears and shouted, 'Taoist Master, please spare my life'."
Xiao Xingchen was shaking all over.
After a long while, he finally said with difficulty: "You lied to me. You wanted to lie to me."
Xue Yang said: "Yes, I lied to you. I have been lying to you. Who knows that you will believe those who lie to you, but you will not believe those who do not lie to you?"
Xiao Xingchen staggered and slashed at him with his chopping sword, shouting: "Shut up! Shut up!"
Xue Yang covered his abdomen, snapped his fingers with his left hand, and retreated calmly. The expression on his face no longer resembled that of a human being, his eyes were actually flashing with green light, and his pair of small tiger teeth that would appear when he smiled made him look like a living evil ghost. He shouted: "Okay! I shut up! If you don't believe it, just fight with the guy behind you and let him tell you whether I lied to you!"
When the sword wind came, Xiao Xingchen subconsciously used Shuanghua to block it with his backhand. As soon as the two swords crossed, he was stunned.
It wasn't that he was stunned, but his whole body instantly turned into a haggard stone statue.
Xiao Xingchen asked very carefully, "...is it Zi Chen?"
no answer.
Song Lan's corpse stood behind him, seemingly staring at Xiao Xingchen, but his eyes had no pupils. He held a long sword and intersected with Shuanghua.
The two of them must have often competed in swordsmanship in the past, so they could tell each other's identity just by the strength of their swords. But Xiao Xingchen seemed unsure. He turned around slowly, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and touched the blade of Song Lan's sword.
Song Lan didn't move. He touched up along the blade of the sword, and finally traced the word "Fuxue" carved on the hilt bit by bit.
Xiao Xingchen's face became paler and paler.
He touched Fu Xue's sword blade in a daze, not knowing that the blade had cut his palm. His whole body was shaking so much that his voice almost disappeared: "...Zi Chen... Taoist Song... Taoist Song... it's you." ..."
Song Lan looked at him quietly, saying nothing.
The bandage around Xiao Xingchen's eyes had been soaked with a steady stream of blood, leaving two horrific blood holes. He wanted to reach out to touch the man holding the sword, but he didn't dare. He stretched out his hand and then retracted it. A Qing's chest was filled with bursts of tearing pain, which made it difficult for both her and Wei Wuxian to breathe. Tears welled up in their eyes.
Xiao Xingchen stood there helplessly: "...what's going on...say something..."
He completely collapsed: "Who says a word?!"
Xue Yang spoke as he wished: "Do you need me to tell you again, who was the walking corpse you killed yesterday?"
There was a bang.
Shuanghua fell to the ground.
Xue Yang burst out laughing.
Xiao Xingchen knelt in front of Song Lan, who was standing numbly, holding his head and crying heartily.
Xue Yang laughed so hard that tears welled up in his eyes, and he said fiercely: "What's wrong! Two good friends met and were so moved that they cried! Do you want to hug each other?"
A-Qing covered her mouth tightly to prevent her whimpering from leaking out. In the Yi Zhuang, Xue Yang was walking around and yelling in a tone of horror that was both furious and ecstatic: "Save the world! I'm really laughing to death, you can't even save yourself!"
Wave after wave of sharp pain shot through Wei Wuxian's mind. This pain did not come from A-Qing's soul.
Xiao Xingchen knelt on the ground in a state of embarrassment, lying at Song Lan's feet. He shrunk very small, as if he had turned into a very weak ball, wishing to disappear from this world. The originally pure white robe was stained with blood and dust. Xue Yang shouted at him: "You have accomplished nothing and failed miserably. It is your own fault. You asked for it!"
At this moment, Wei Wuxian saw himself in Xiao Xingchen.
A self who was completely defeated, covered in blood, accomplished nothing, was blamed and reprimanded by others, unable to save himself, and could only cry loudly!
The white bandage has been completely dyed red. Xiao Xingchen's face is covered with blood. He has no eyeballs and cannot shed tears, so he can only bleed. I have been deceived for several years, treating my enemies as friends, and my good intentions were trampled on. I thought I was slaying demons, but my hands were stained with the blood of innocent people, and I killed my best friend with my own hands!
He could only whimper in pain: "Please spare me."
Xue Yang said: "Didn't you just stab me to death with a sword? Why did you beg for mercy again just now?"
He clearly knew that Song Lan's murderous corpse was protecting him, and it was impossible for Xiao Xingchen to hold the sword again.
He won again. A big win.
Suddenly, Xiao Xingchen grabbed the embarrassed Shuanghua, turned the sword, and put the blade on his neck. A ray of clear silver light flashed across Xue Yang's dark eyes, which seemed to be dark. Xiao Xingchen let go of his hand, and bright red blood slid down the Shuanghua sword blade.
With the clear sound of the sword rolling down, Xue Yang's laughter and movements stopped abruptly.
After being silent for a long time, he walked over to Xiao Xingchen's motionless body, lowered his head, the twisted arc at the corners of his mouth slowly fell back, and his eyes were filled with dense bloodshot eyes. I don't know if he saw it wrongly, but Xue Yang's eyes seemed to be slightly red.
Then, he gritted his teeth viciously and said: "You forced me!"
After saying that, he sneered and said to himself: "It's better to be dead! Only the dead are obedient."
Xue Yang checked Xiao Xingchen's breathing and pinched his wrist. He seemed to feel that he was not dead enough and stiff enough. He stood up, went into the dormitory on the side, brought out a basin of water, and drank it. A clean cloth wiped the blood off his face, and a new bandage was put on it, which was carefully wrapped around Xiao Xingchen.
He drew the formation on the ground, laid out the necessary materials, and took Xiao Xingchen's body inside and arranged it. After doing this, I remembered to wrap the wound on my abdomen.
He probably believed that the two of them would see each other again in a while, and his mood became more and more cheerful. He picked up all the fruits and vegetables that had fallen on the ground, put them neatly in the basket again, and diligently cleaned up the house. They also cleaned it up and put a thick layer of new straw in the coffin where A-Qing slept. Finally, he took out the candy Xiao Xingchen gave him last night from his sleeve.
Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, he thought about it, but held back and put it back. He sat at the table, holding his chin in one hand, waiting nonchalantly for Xiao Xingchen to sit up.
But I never waited.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and Xue Yang's face is getting darker and darker, and his fingers are tapping on the table impatiently.
When dusk fell completely, he kicked the table, cursed, lifted his clothes and stood up, half-kneeling down next to Xiao Xingchen's body to check the formations and spells he had just drawn. After repeatedly confirming that it seemed to be correct, he frowned and thought, then erased everything and redrawn it.
This time, Xue Yang sat directly on the ground, stared at Xiao Xingchen patiently, and waited for a while. A-Qing's feet had been numb for three rounds, painful and itchy, as if they were being eaten by thousands of ants. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and her vision was a bit blurry.
After waiting for another hour, Xue Yang finally realized that the situation was out of control.
He put his hand on Xiao Xingchen's forehead, closed his eyes and looked around. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Wei Wuxian knew that what he had detected might only be a few weak wisps of remaining broken souls.
And a soul fragmented like this cannot be used to refine a vicious corpse.
Xue Yang seemed to have never expected such an accident. For the first time, his face, which was always full of smiles, was blank.
Without thinking, he used his hand to cover the wound on Xiao Xingchen's neck. However, the blood had already drained out, Xiao Xingchen's face was as pale as paper, and large areas of dark red blood dried on his neck. Trying to plug the wound now is of no use.
Xiao Xingchen is dead, completely dead.
Even the soul was broken.
In Xue Yang's story, the difference between the person who couldn't eat snacks and cried loudly and the person he is now is so different that it's hard to connect them. At this moment, Wei Wuxian finally saw a hint of the confused and confused child on Xue Yang's face.
Xue Yang's eyes instantly became bloodshot. He stood up suddenly, clenched his fists with both hands, and ran rampantly in the village, throwing and beating him. With a loud noise, he smashed the house he had just tidied up to pieces.
At this time, his expression and voice were closer to the word "crazy" than all his previous bad behaviors combined.
After smashing the house, he calmed down again, squatted back to the original spot, and whispered, "Xiao Xingchen."
He said: "If you don't get up, I will make your good friend Song Lan kill someone.
"I will kill all the people in this entire Yi city and turn them all into living corpses. Is it really okay to leave you alone after you have lived here for so long?
"I'm going to strangle that little blind A-Qing to death, expose her body in the wilderness, and let wild dogs chew her to bits."
A-Qing shuddered silently.
When no one responded, Xue Yang suddenly shouted angrily: "Xiao Xingchen!"
He grasped the collar of Xiao Xingchen's robe in vain, shook it a few times, and stared at the dead man's face in his hands.
Suddenly, he grabbed Xiao Xingchen's arm and carried him on his back.
Xue Yang carried Xiao Xingchen's body and walked out of the door. Like a madman, he muttered: "Spirit-locking bag, spirit-locking bag. By the way, soul-locking bag, I need a spirit-locking bag. Spirit bag, spirit bag…"
After he was far away, A-Qing dared to move slightly.
She couldn't stand firmly and rolled to the ground. She squirmed for a long time before she got up. She took two hard steps to strengthen her muscles and bones. She walked faster and faster, walked faster and faster, and finally started running.
After running out for a long time, leaving Yicheng far behind, she dared to let out the cry she was holding in her stomach: "Taoist! Taoist! Wuwuwu, Taoist!..."
The sight of the scene changed and suddenly went to another place.
By this time, A-Qing should have been running away for a while. She was walking in a strange town, holding a bamboo pole and pretending to be blind. She asked everyone she met: "Is there any big family here?" "Is there any powerful master around here? Are there any immortals? The master."
Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "She is looking for someone who can help Xiao Xingchen get revenge."
However, no one took her inquiry seriously, and often left with a perfunctory sentence. A-Qing was not discouraged and kept asking questions, only to be waved away. Seeing that she couldn't ask anything here, she left and walked onto a path.
She walked and asked questions for a day. She was so tired that she dragged her heavy steps to a small stream. She took a few sips of the water to moisten her dry throat and saw her hair in the water. There was a wooden hairpin on it, and he reached out and took it off.
This wooden hairpin was originally very rough, like an uneven chopstick. Xiao Xingchen helped her cut the hairpin body smooth and slender, and also carved a small fox at the end of the hairpin. The little fox has a pointed face, a pair of big eyes, and is smiling. When A-Qing got the hairpin, she touched it and said happily: "Yeah! It looks like me!"
Looking at the hairpin, A-Qing pursed her lips and wanted to cry again. With her stomach growling, she took out a small white money bag from her arms, the same one she stole from Xiao Xingchen. She took out a small candy from the money bag and licked it carefully. Licking, the tip of the tongue tasted the sweetness, and put the candy back.
This is the last candy Xiao Xingchen left for her.
A-Qing lowered her head and put away her money bag. She glanced around and suddenly noticed that there was another person's shadow behind the reflection in the water.
Xue Yang was in the reflection, looking at her with a smile.
A-Qing screamed in fright and rolled away.
Xue Yang was standing behind her at some point. He held Shuanghua in his hand, opened his arms, made a hug gesture, and said happily: "A-Qing, why are you running? We haven't seen each other for a long time, don't you miss me?"
A-Qing screamed: "Help!"
However, this is already a remote mountain road, and no one will come to save her.
Xue Yang raised his eyebrows and said: "I came back from Liyang for errands, and I happened to meet you asking questions in the city. It's such an irresistible fate. Speaking of which, you are really good at pretending, even I can't. I lied to you for so long. It's amazing."
A-Qing knew that she couldn't escape and was bound to die. After feeling so frightened, she thought that she was going to die anyway, so she might as well curse her before dying. A wave of anger came up again. She jumped up and said: "You beast! Rolling her eyes. Wolf! You are a bitch who is worse than a pig or a dog! Your parents must have given birth to a bastard like you in the bridal chamber of a pig pen! A rotten embryo that grew up by eating shit!"
She used to hang out in the market and didn't listen to too many curse words. She would spout any obscene words from behind. Xue Yang listened with a smile and said: "You are really good at scolding. Why haven't I heard you act so rude in front of Xiao Xingchen before? Is there anything else?"
A-Qing scolded: "Fuck you, you shameless person! You dare to mention the Taoist? That's the Taoist's sword! Are you worthy of holding it? You've soiled his things!"
Xue Yang raised Shuanghua in his left hand and said: "Oh, did you say this? Now, it is mine. How clean do you think your Taoist priest is? From now on, it will not be mine..."
A-Qing said: "You bastard! You are dreaming! You are worthy of saying that the Taoist priest is not clean. You are just a mouthful of phlegm. It took eight lifetimes for the Taoist priest to be stained by you. You are the only one who is dirty! You are the disgusting person." of phlegm!"
Xue Yang's face finally darkened.
A-Qing had been running away in fear for so long, but when she finally waited for this moment, her heart suddenly relaxed.
Xue Yang said sadly: "Since you like to pretend to be blind so much, then you should be a real blind person."
He waved his hand and sprinkled it, and unknown powder rushed towards him, and fell into A-Qing's eyes. His vision suddenly turned blood red, and then turned into darkness.
The eyeballs were filled with burning pain, and A-Qing screamed loudly. Xue Yang's voice came again: "You are too talkative, so there is no need to keep your tongue."
A cold and sharp object penetrated into A-Qing's mouth. As soon as Wei Wuxian felt the stinging pain coming from the base of his tongue, he was suddenly pulled out.
The crisp silver bells "ding-ding" and "ding-ding" are very close at hand. Wei Wuxian was still immersed in A-Qing's emotions. He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and his eyes were spinning. Lan Jingyi stretched out her hand and waved it in front of him and said, "No response? You're not stupid, are you?!"
Jin Ling said: "I have said before that empathy is very dangerous!"
Lan Jingyi said: "It's not because you didn't know what you were thinking just now and didn't ring the bell in time!"
Jin Ling's expression froze and he said, "I..."
Fortunately, at this moment, Wei Wuxian finally regained his composure and stood up holding the coffin. A-Qing had already come out of his body and was lying beside the coffin. The teenagers rushed up like a bunch of piglets, formed a circle, and all talked: "Get up, get up!" "Great, you're not stupid." "Aren't you stupid to begin with?" "Don't talk nonsense! "
There was chattering in his ears, and Wei Wuxian said, "Don't make any noise, I feel dizzy."
They quickly fell silent. Wei Wuxian lowered his head, reached into the coffin, and slightly opened the neat collar of Xiao Xingchen's robe. Sure enough, a thin scar was seen on the fatal part of the neck.
Wei Wuxian sighed in his heart and said to A-Qing, "Thank you for your hard work."
The reason why A-Qing's ghost is blind but does not move as slowly and carefully as ordinary blind people is because she became truly blind just before she died. Before, she had always been such a nimble and agile little girl who moved like the wind.
Over the years, he has been hiding in Yicheng City filled with demonic fog. He has been hiding from Xue Yang, scaring away the living people entering the city, guiding them out of the city, and giving them warnings. How much courage and persistence this requires.
A-Qing lay on the side of the coffin, folded her palms, and bowed to Wei Wuxian repeatedly. She then used a bamboo pole as a sword, making the "kill kill kill" gesture she often made when fighting. Wei Wuxian said, "Don't worry."
He said to the disciples of the famous families: "You stay here. The walking corpses in the city will not come to this righteous village. I will come back as soon as I go."
Lan Jingyi couldn't help but ask: "What did you see when you were empathizing?"
Wei WuXian said, "I won't tell you for a long time. I'll explain it later."
Jin Ling said: "Can't you keep the story short? Don't make people's appetites exciting!"
Wei WuXian said, "It's easy to say: Xue Yang must die."
In the bewildering demonic mist that filled the sky, A-Qing's bamboo pole clicked, leading him forward. One person and one ghost moved very fast and quickly returned to the place where the fight was taking place.
Lan Wangji and Xue Yang had already fought outside, and Bichen and Jiandao's Jianguang were fighting at a critical point. Bichen is calm and calm, and has the upper hand, but Jiabao is as crazy as a mad dog, but he can barely withstand it. However, the white fog was terrifying and Lan Wangji could not see clearly. Xue Yang had lived in this Yi city for many years. Like A-Qing, he knew the roads well with his eyes closed, so he was stuck in a stalemate. From time to time, the sound of the piano resounded through the sky, repelling the zombies that were trying to surround him. As soon as Wei Wuxian pulled out the flute, two black figures fell heavily in front of him like two iron towers. Wen Ning pinned Song Lan to the ground, and the two murderous corpses were squeezing each other's necks, making their joints creak. Wei Wuxian said, "Hold it!"
He leaned over and quickly touched the tails of the two skull-piercing nails in Song Lan's hair. He felt relieved: these two nails were much thinner than those driven into Wen Ning's head, and the materials were different. Song Lan was going to recover. It shouldn't be difficult by nature. He immediately pinched the tip and slowly pulled it out. A foreign object stirred in his head. Song Lan's eyes suddenly opened wide and he let out a low hiss. Wen Ning's hands increased their strength to prevent him from breaking away. When the cranial nail was pulled out, Song Lan suddenly fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut off, motionless.
At this time, a furious roar came from the venue: "Give it back to me!"