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The wife added: "I just hope that he will know that his grievances have their own ends and their debts have their owners. If he wants to take revenge, he should seek revenge from those cultivators. But don't harm ordinary families like ours."

Her husband said: "Who can say for sure? When he killed more than 3,000 people in Qishan at one go, I was still very young, but I still remember that it was not just those immortals who cultivated mysticism, but also ordinary people. They are all afraid of him. He is a bloodthirsty maniac who does not recognize his relatives."

Wei Wuxian's smile gradually faded.

He was still very interested in listening to the young couple chatting about their daily life, but suddenly, his head seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, and he couldn't lift it up to look at Lan Wangji's face at this moment. look. He couldn't hear a word of what the couple said next.

At this moment, a terrifying roar suddenly came from outside the farmhouse. A family of three in the yard were eating and talking and laughing, but they were so frightened by the sudden inhuman roar that they even dropped their bowls, and the child started to cry. The young man picked up a hoe and said, "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!"

Not only were they frightened, but Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian also moved slightly. Lan Wangji wanted to get up. Wei Wuxian felt something in his heart, grabbed the clothes on his chest, and said, "Don't move."

Lan Wangji opened his eyes slightly. The roaring sound sounded like an extremely ferocious evil thing. If the farmer owner was left to deal with it alone, he would definitely die. Wei Wuxian said again: "Don't move."

A scream came from the yard, and an even louder inhuman roar came very close. The thing had already entered the door. Lan Wangji couldn't lie down any longer. Bi Chen was out of his sheath like lightning, but he heard the sound of three people in the farmhouse. The person had already fled through the door, screaming in surprise all the way. The haystacks were blown up by the dust. Amidst the chaos of straw in the sky, a dark thing stood in the yard. It had disheveled hair and grinned. It had some messy horns growing on its body. It looked both scary and funny. Lan Wangji had never seen such a monster before. He was slightly startled, but Wei Wuxian had already spoken and said, "Wen Ning, you haven't opened your voice for many years, and your screams have become more and more scary."

The pitch-black monster made a human voice from its mouth, and said helplessly: "Master... I am a vicious corpse after all. When a vicious corpse screams... it always looks like this."

Wei Wuxian patted him on the shoulder and said, "The sound is powerful."

Wen Ning glanced at Lan Wangji, probably remembering that people in the Gusu Lan Sect disliked disheveled people, so he smoothed his hair nervously. Wei Wuxian saw that he had a bunch of branches stuck on his head and body, with a miserable expression on his face. He pulled out one and said, "Why did you suddenly jump out? And you look like this. Are you being robbed? There's a look on your face." What did you put on it?"

Wen Ning said: "The ashes and mud on the ground were wiped on your face... I saw that after you went in, you didn't come out for a long time..."

Wei WuXian asked, "Have you been following us?"

Wen Ning nodded, and Wei Wuxian understood. Wen Ning didn't dare to see anyone else except him, so he followed them secretly after they entered Yunshenzhen. Seeing that there was no movement for a long time after they entered the farmhouse, he leaned over to listen to the wall and heard the young couple discussing him. He felt that Embarrassed, he wanted to scare them away so that he and Lan Wangji could come out. Probably because he felt that his original appearance was not intimidating, so he put a lot of messy things on his face and body.

Wei Wuxian almost died from laughter. Wen Ning wiped the mud with a look of shame. Unexpectedly, Wei Wuxian suddenly noticed that his hands were stained with blood and asked, "What's going on?"

Wen Ning said: "Oh, it's okay..."

Lan Wangji said: "Bloody."

Only then did Wei Wuxian notice that Wen Ning did smell like blood, and his heart skipped a beat. Wen Ning waved his hands quickly and said, "It's not bloody! No, no, it's bloody, but it's not the blood of a living person."

Wei Wuxian said, "Not a living person? Have you ever fought with anything?"

Wen Ning took them for a while and came to a wild forest. There were twenty or thirty fresh earthen graves in the forest. There was a half-dug pit beside it. There was also a pile of corpses beside the pit. The reason why it was called a pile was because Not tools, because these corpses were all in pieces. Wei Wuxian stepped forward to take a look. Some of the severed limbs were still opening and closing their fingers, and some of the skulls and teeth were still opening and closing, making the sound of grinding teeth. They had turned into corpses.

Wei WuXian said, "You were beaten to pieces."

Wen Ning said: "If they don't beat them to pieces, they will still bite people, and there is no way to stop them. There are such vicious corpses along the way..."

Wei Wuxian said, "On the way? Did you rush ahead of us and solve these things all the way?"

Wen Ning nodded slowly. His ability to identify the same kind is stronger than that of living people, and his range is wider than that of living people. If this is the case, it is no wonder that they have been calm all the way here. Wei Wuxian is also surprised, isn't it that there are a large number of murderous corpses gathering in Chaoyiling now? Why are they We didn't meet half of them, and it turned out that Wen Ning had cleared the obstacles first. Wei Wuxian asked, "When did you follow us?"

Lan Wangji said: "Jinlin Terrace."

Wei Wuxian looked at Wen Ning, and Lan Wangji said, "That day, when the monks from various families intercepted and fought, he helped."

Wei Wuxian sighed, "Didn't I tell you to find a place to hide and just ignore everything for now?"

Wen Ning smiled bitterly and said, "But Master...where can I hide?"

In the past, he had places he could go back to and people he could follow, but now in this world, everyone except Wei Wuxian is extremely strange to him.

After a moment of silence, Wei Wuxian stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, and said, "Bury it."

Wen Ning nodded quickly and continued digging the half-dug hole. Lan Wangji pulled out Bichen. As soon as the sword energy came out, the soil flew up and a crack opened on the ground. Wei Wuxian said, "Hanguang-Jun, are you here to dig the grave too?"

Lan Wangji turned around and was about to speak when he saw Wen Ning standing behind him. He tried his best to raise the corners of his stiff lips and forced out a smile, saying: "... Mr. Lan, do you want to help? I've finished digging here. "

Lan Wangji looked behind him, and saw rows of dark pits, and the piles of soil were tall and neat. Wen Ning maintained his "smile" and added: "I often do this kind of thing. I have experience. It's fast."

As for who asked him to "often do this kind of thing", it is self-evident.

After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji said, "No need. You go and help..."

Before he finished his sentence, he suddenly realized that Wei Wuxian hadn't moved at all, and had been squatting nearby to watch. He had just picked up a melon when he left the farmhouse, and now he seemed to be thinking about how to cut it. Seeing Lan Wangji's scrutinizing gaze, he said: "Hanguang-Jun, don't look at me like this. Don't I have nothing in my hands and low spiritual power? It's true that there are specialties in the arts. Digging graves , he is the fastest. Let's discuss how to eat this melon. Bichen dug the grave soil and it should be unusable for the time being. Do any of you have extra knives, swords, etc.?"

Wen Ning shook his head: "Sorry, I didn't bring it."

Wei WuXian said, "HanGuang-Jun, I don't care if I take it with you or not."

Lan Wangji: "…"

In the end, he took out Suiyi from Qiankun Sleeve. Wei Wuxian held a melon in one hand and a sword in the other. He held a sword flower and cut the small watermelon into eight petals. After cutting, he squatted on the ground and ate the melon while watching them diligently dig the grave.

Wen Ning over there dug a row of holes of exactly the same size within a stick of incense, and while putting the scattered corpses into them, he said, "I'm very sorry, everyone. I can no longer tell who's the corpse among you." Whose is it? I hope you won't be offended if someone is buried by mistake..."

After eating the melon and burying the remaining bodies, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji continued to set off.

A few days later, the two arrived in Yiling.

The mass grave was less than ten miles in front of this town. Although they didn't know what was waiting for them there, Wei Wuxian could tell that it was definitely not something good.

However, Lan Wangji was beside him, walking calmly and looking indifferently. Wei Wuxian didn't have much of a sense of crisis to begin with, but looking at such a person, he couldn't get nervous no matter what. Walking through the small town of Yiling, I felt refreshed and friendly with the local accent. Even though I was not buying anything, I couldn't help but talk to the street vendors in the local dialect. When he was satisfied, he turned around and said, "Hanguang-Jun, please remember this town."

Lan Wangji nodded lightly and said, "Remember."

Wei WuXian smiled and said, "I know you must have a better memory than me. We met once before in this town. I happened to come to Yiling for night hunting, and I said I wanted to treat you to dinner. Do you remember this? ?"

Lan Wangji said: "Remember."

Wei Wuxian said, "But I'm ashamed, you paid the bill in the end, haha!"

He sat cross-legged on the donkey, swaying, and said casually: "Speaking of which, Lord Hanguang, do you have any plans to retire?"

Lan Wangji paused for a moment and seemed to think about it for a moment. Wei Wuxian took advantage of the heat and said, "Have you ever thought about what you will do after you retire?"

Lan Wangji looked at him and said, "I haven't thought of it yet."

Wei Wuxian thought to himself, I didn't expect it to be just right! I've figured it out for you. He wanted to find a sparsely populated place with beautiful mountains and rivers to build a big house. He could help Lan Wangji build one next door and provide two dishes and one soup every day. Of course, it was best for Lan Wangji to cook, otherwise he would have to eat what he cooked. It's best to leave the account to Lan Wangji. In front of his eyes, he even saw Lan Wangji wearing coarse clothes, with patches on his chest and knees, expressionlessly sitting at a handmade wooden table counting money one by one. After counting, he went out to work with a hoe, and he Just...he just...what does he do?

Wei Wuxian thought carefully about what he should do. People said that if you need firewood, rice, oil and salt, weaving and plowing the fields, if the land is cultivated, then only weaving is left. Thinking about how he was sitting in front of the loom with his legs crossed and shaking his legs, it was really scary. It would be better to let him carry the hoe. It would be more appropriate to ask Lan Wangji to weave. During the day, you fish and farm, and at night you go out hunting with your sword, slaying demons, and when you get tired of it, you pretend that there is no such thing as seclusion at all. The same goes for reentering the world. But sure enough, there is still a small gap...

Lan Wangji suddenly said: "What's the matter?"

Wei WuXian said, "Huh?"

Only then did he realize that he had said the last sentence again, and he immediately said seriously: "I said, Little Apple needs a friend."

Little Apple turned her head and spat hard. Wei Wuxian slapped the donkey's head, pulled its two long ears, and laughed twice, but suddenly he stopped laughing.

Not because of anything else, just because he still remembered it. Back then, he actually had a child with him. If he had lived well till now, he would still be in his teens.

The mass grave is located deep in the Yiling mountains.

People say that mass graves are a mountain of corpses. They are all over the mountains and plains. If you dig in with a shovel at any place, you can find a dead person. This is true. Mass burials were originally ancient battlefields. For many years, people became accustomed to leaving unnamed corpses. Throwing it here caused the Yin Qi and resentment to linger all year round, and eventually became a nightmare for everyone in Yiling.

As if deeply imbued with resentment, the branches and leaves of the woods on this hill were dark. A high wall of more than ten feet was built from the foot of the mountain. The wall was covered with dense incantations to prevent people or non-persons from entering or exiting. This cursed wall that surrounds the entire mass grave was first built by the third-generation head of the Wen family in Qishan. Since he could not purify the overwhelming amount of resentful spirits in this area, he had to resort to the next best thing and choose to contain and isolate it. This wall had been knocked down once by Wei Wuxian, and now this wall was rebuilt and reinforced by the Lanling Jin clan.

However, when they arrived, they found that a long section of the high wall had been knocked down again.