Wei Wuxian lay there all night, spending the first half of the night thinking about what had happened to Lan Wangji over the years, and then fell asleep in the second half. The next morning, when he opened his eyes, Lan Wangji had disappeared, and he was lying on the couch, his hands at his sides, in a posture of obedience.

Wei WuXian threw away the quilt covering his body and buried the five fingers of his right hand in his hair, the absurd and horrifying feeling in his heart still lingered.

At this time, the wooden door of the quiet room was knocked twice, and Lan Sizhui's voice sounded outside: "Mr. Mo? Are you awake?"

Wei Wuxian: "Why are you calling me so early?!" Night Traveler Novel

Lan Sizhui: “Morning? But, it’s already 9:00 p.m.”

The Lan family all work at Mao hour and rest at Hai hour, which is very regular. Wei Wuxian works at Si hour and rests at Chou hour, which is also very regular, two hours later than his family. He lay down for half the night, with a sore back, and said honestly: "I can't get up."

Lan Sizhui asked, "Uh, what's wrong with you?"

Wei WuXian said, “What’s wrong with me? I was slept with by your HanGuangJun!”

Lan Jingyi's voice also sounded fiercely: "If you talk nonsense again, we won't let you go. Come out!"

Wei WuXian complained, “Really? He slept with me the whole night! I won’t go out. I’m too embarrassed to see anyone!”

Several youngsters looked at each other outside the door. Outsiders were not allowed to enter Han Guangjun's residence at will, and they didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and they couldn't just go in and drag him out. Lan Jingyi said angrily: "How shameless! Han Guangjun is not a homosexual, he slept with you?! You should be thankful if you don't sleep with him. Get up! Take your donkey away and teach it a lesson, it's making so much noise!"

Speaking of his mount, Wei WuXian quickly stood up and said, "What did you do to my little apple?! Don't touch it, or it will kick up its heels."

Lan Jingyi asked, "What is a little apple?"

Wei WuXian said, "My donkey!" He left the quiet room and asked a few juniors to take him to find a mount. They led him to a patch of green grass, and the donkey was indeed barking and making a lot of noise. The reason for the barking was that it wanted to eat grass, but there were dozens of rolling white balls on the grass, making it unable to eat.

Wei WuXian said happily, “So many rabbits! Come on, pick them up with forks and roast them!”

Lan Jingyi was furious: "Killing is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses! Hurry up and tell it to shut up. The morning readers have asked about this several times! If it continues like this, we will be scolded to death!"

Wei Wuxian gave it the apple from his breakfast. Sure enough, the donkey didn't even bother to call out as it ate the apple, and just kept chewing. Wei Wuxian stroked its neck, thinking about the jade pass on the juniors, and pointed at the round white rabbits on the ground, saying, "Really? Will you be driven down the mountain if you roast them?"

Lan Jingyi was as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and quickly opened his hands to block him, saying: "This is Han Guangjun's pet, we just help take care of it occasionally, how dare you roast it!"

After hearing this, Wei WuXian nearly fell to the ground laughing, thinking, “Lan Zhan is such a badass! He refused to accept rabbits when I gave them to him before, but now he’s secretly raising a bunch of them. And he still says he doesn’t want them, but who is he trying to fool? Spare me, he actually secretly likes these white, furry little things! Han Guang-Jun is holding a rabbit with a stern face, oh my god, I can’t take it anymore…”

But when he thought of the scene when he was lying on Lan Wangji last night, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

At this moment, bursts of bell sounds came from the west of the Cloud Recesses.

The sound of this bell was completely different from the bell that told the time. It was rapid and intense, as if a madman was beating it. Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui's faces changed drastically. They didn't bother to joke with him anymore and left him behind and ran away. Wei Wuxian knew something was wrong and hurried to catch up.

The bell sounded from a corner tower.

This corner tower is called the "ghost room". The walls are made of special materials and have spells engraved on them. It is a building used by the Lan family to summon souls. When the bell on the corner tower rings spontaneously, it means something has happened: the person who is performing the soul-summoning ritual inside has met with an accident.

Outside the corner tower, more and more Lan family members and students gathered around, but no one dared to enter rashly. The door to the underworld 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 violated taboos. An accident occurred during the soul-calling ceremony, which was a terrible thing, because no one knew what would be summoned, and what would happen if they entered rashly. Since the establishment of the underworld room, there has almost never been a failure in the soul-calling ceremony, which made people even more worried.

Wei Wuxian had a bad feeling when he saw Lan Wangji didn't show up. If Lan Wangji was still in the Cloud Recesses, he should have rushed over immediately after hearing the alarm bell, unless... Suddenly, the black door was slammed open, and a disciple in white clothes stumbled out.

He lost his balance and rolled down the stairs as he rushed out. The door of the underworld room closed automatically, as if someone had thrown it down angrily.

The others hurriedly helped the student up. He fell down again immediately after being helped up, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, and he grabbed the people and said, "I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have admitted it..."

Wei WuXian grabbed his hand and said in a deep voice, “What kind of soul are you summoning? Who else is in there? Where’s Han Guang-Jun?!”

The disciple seemed to have difficulty breathing and said, "Han Guangjun, let me escape..."

Before he could finish his words, blood gushed out of his nose and mouth. Wei Wuxian pushed him into Lan Sizhui's arms, the hastily made bamboo flute still tucked into his waist. He took two steps up the stairs, kicked the door of the underworld, and shouted, "Open!"

The door to the underworld suddenly opened with a laugh. Wei Wuxian immediately slipped inside. The door closed behind him. Several disciples were shocked and rushed forward, but the door would not open no matter what. A guest threw himself against the door, shocked and angry, blurting out: "Who was that person just now?!"

Lan Sizhui supported the student and said through gritted teeth: "...Come and help me first. He is bleeding from all seven orifices!"

As soon as he entered the dark chamber, Wei Wuxian felt a surge of oppressive black energy approaching him.

This black air seemed to be a mixture of resentment, anger, and madness, and was almost visible to the naked eye. When surrounded by it, people's chests were oppressed and ached. The length and width of the dark room were more than three meters, and there were several people lying unconscious in the four corners. On the formation in the center of the ground, the object of this summoning stood upright.

There was nothing else but an arm, which was the one brought back from Mojiazhuang!

It stood upright like a stick, with its cross section facing the ground, its four fingers clenched into a fist, and its index finger pointing to the sky, as if it was pointing at someone angrily. The endless black air that filled the entire underworld was emitted by it.

Those who participated in the soul-calling ceremony fled or fell down, only Lan Wangji, who was sitting in the east chairman's seat, was still sitting upright .

???? En+Jing+'s+study+room+ www ~En JinG~ co m-

There was a guqin lying beside him, his hands were not on the strings, but the strings were still vibrating and humming. He seemed to be deep in thought, or listening attentively to something, and only looked up when he noticed someone breaking in.

Lan Wangji's face was always calm, and Wei Wuxian couldn't tell what he was thinking. Lan Qiren, who was originally in charge of one side, was now leaning to the side, just like the disciple who escaped from the underworld, bleeding from all seven orifices and losing his mind. Wei Wuxian took his place, turned around and stepped on the position of the west, pulled out the bamboo flute from his waist, raised it to his lips, and faced Lan Wangji from a distance.

That night at Mojiazhuang, Wei Wuxian first disturbed him with his whistle, and Lan Wangji then attacked him with the sound of the zither from a distance, and the two of them inadvertently joined forces to suppress the arm. Lan Wangji met his eyes, understood, raised his right hand, and a string of string sounds flowed out, and Wei Wuxian immediately responded with flute music.

The song they played was called "Soul Summoning". The dead body, a part of the dead body, or a beloved object of the deceased were used as a medium to make the dead soul come to them. Usually, after just one paragraph, the figure of the dead soul would appear in the formation. However, when the two were about to finish the song, no soul was summoned.

The arm was angry, veins popping out all over it, and the oppressive feeling in the air became even stronger. If it was someone else guarding the west at this time, they would not have escaped the same fate as Lan Qiren, bleeding from all seven orifices, and would have collapsed long ago. Wei Wuxian was secretly shocked: he and Lan Wangji played the "Soul Summoning" together but could not summon the dead soul, which was almost impossible. Unless... unless the soul of the dead was torn apart along with its body!

It seems that this guy is a little bit worse than him. Although his body was bitten into pieces, at least his soul is intact.

When “Soul Summoning” failed, Lan Wangji changed the tune with his fingers and played another one.

This piece of music was completely different from the eerie and eerie tune that sounded like a call. It was peaceful and tranquil, and the title of the piece was "Rest". Both pieces of music were well-known and popular Xuanmen songs, and it was not uncommon for anyone to be able to play or blow them. Wei Wuxian naturally followed along.

The ghost flute of the Yiling Patriarch is called "Chen Qing" and is famous. He responded with a bamboo flute, deliberately playing with many mistakes and lack of breath, which was unbearable to listen to. Lan Wangji probably had never played with such a bad person before. After playing for a while, he finally couldn't continue as if nothing had happened, and looked up at him expressionlessly.

Wei Wuxian shamelessly pretended not to see it, and the tune went farther and farther away. He turned around and was about to continue playing when suddenly a strange phenomenon came from behind him. He looked back and was immediately shocked. He saw that Lan Qiren, who had originally lost consciousness, had actually sat up straight, with a face that was bleeding and smoking from all seven orifices. His beard, throat, and hand pointing at Wei Wuxian were all shaking, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Stop playing! Get out! Get out now! You are not allowed to—"

Before he could finish what he was saying "not allowed to", he spat out a mouthful of blood, fell back on the spot, and fell into a dying coma again.

Lan Wangji: “…”

Wei WuXian was stunned.

He knew what Lan Qiren meant by "no": no more playing! No ensemble playing! No tainting the sound of his beloved disciple Wangji's piano!

Their piano and flute ensemble was so irritating that Lan Qiren woke up and fainted from anger, which showed how unpleasant it was...

However, even so, the hand slowly fell down under the combined suppression of the flute and piano sounds. Wei Wuxian thought without any shame, no matter how unpleasant it sounds, it's OK as long as it works.

The last string sound stopped, and in a moment, the door of the underworld room opened, and the sunlight poured in. Perhaps the alarm bell on the corner tower stopped ringing, and the disciples and students who were originally gathered outside the underworld room rushed in, and immediately everyone shouted "Han Guangjun".

Lan Wangji put his hand on the strings to stop the lingering sound of the strings, and stood up to feel Lan Qiren's pulse. With him taking the lead, the others quickly calmed down. The older seniors laid the bodies of the people bleeding from all seven orifices in the underworld room flat and gave them treatment. They were giving acupuncture and medicine, while another group of disciples brought a bronze bell to cover the arm. Although the scene was busy, it was orderly and people spoke softly, without anyone making any noise.

Several people worriedly asked, "Han Guang Jun, the pills and acupuncture are ineffective, what should we do?"

Lan Wangji still placed three fingers on Lan Qiren's pulse, frowning and silent. Lan Qiren had presided over at least eight hundred soul-calling ceremonies, many of which involved evil spirits. Even he had been injured by the backlash of resentment, which showed how terrifying the resentment of this ghost hand was. It was unprecedented.

Wei Wuxian put the bamboo flute back on his waist, squatted down beside the bronze bell, and stroked the gold inscriptions on it. He was thinking, when he suddenly saw Lan Sizhui's face looking sad. He asked, "What's wrong?"

Lan Sizhui already knew that he was no ordinary person. After a slight hesitation, he whispered, "I just feel a little guilty."

Wei WuXian asked, “What are you feeling guilty about?”

Lan Sizhui said: "This ghost hand is coming for us."

Wei WuXian smiled and asked, “How did you know?”

Lan Sizhui said, "Different grades of Yin Summoning Flags have different drawing methods and powers. The Yin Summoning Flags we drew in Mojiazhuang had a range of only five miles. But this ghost hand is full of murderous intent and feeds on human flesh and blood. If it had been within that range from the beginning, with its ferocity, Mojiazhuang would have been a river of blood. However, it suddenly appeared after we arrived... That is to say, it must have been deliberately placed at that time and place by someone with malicious intentions."

Wei WuXian said, “The coursework is quite solid and the analysis is good.”

Lan Sizhui lowered his head and said, “In this case, we will also be responsible for the lives lost in Mojiazhuang… and now, Mr. Lan and the others are so tired that they are unconscious…”

After a moment of silence, Wei WuXian patted his shoulder and said, “It’s not you who should be held responsible, but the person who released the ghost hand. There are some things in this world that are simply beyond your control.”

Over there, Lan Wangji withdrew his hand, and everyone in the Lan family asked hurriedly, "Han Guang-jun, how is it?"

Lan Wangji said: "Trace the origin."

Wei WuXian said, “That’s right. If we trace the source, find the complete body of this ghost hand, and find out his identity, we will naturally find a way to save him.”

Although Lan Jingyi already knew that he was definitely not a lunatic, he couldn't help but speak to him in a condemning tone, saying: "It's easy for you to say it, but you can't summon the spirit. Where can you find it after all this trouble?"

Lan Wangji said, "Northwest."

Lan Sizhui asked curiously, "Northwest? Hanguang-jun, why is it northwest?"

Wei WuXian said, “Didn’t I point it out to you?”

Lan Jingyi was puzzled: "Point it out to me? Who? Who pointed it out? Han Guang-jun didn't point it out?"

Wei WuXian said, “It.”

Only then did everyone realize that what he was pointing at was actually the ghost hand!

The arm pointed steadily in one direction. When someone changed its position, it turned around stubbornly and returned to its original direction. Everyone had never seen such a situation before and was shocked. Lan Jingyi said, "It? It... What is it pointing at?!"

Wei WuXian said, “What else could it be? Either it’s some other part of his body, or it’s the murderer who caused him to become like this.”

Hearing this, several young men who happened to be standing in the northwest quickly moved away. Lan Wangji glanced at him, slowly stood up, and said to the famous disciples, "Place your uncle."

The men nodded and said, "Yes! Are you going down the mountain now?"

Lan Wangji nodded slightly, and Wei Wuxian had already sneaked up behind him and said happily to himself loudly: "Great, great, we can finally go down the mountain and elope!"

Everyone looked horrified, the older students were especially horrified, but the youngsters were more or less used to it. Only Lan Qiren, who was lying on the ground, seemed to have unconsciously twitched his face again. Everyone thought: "If this guy says a few more words, maybe Mr. Lan will be awakened by him again..."