As soon as Wei Wuxian opened his eyes, he was kicked.

A thunderclap exploded in my ears: "Why are you pretending to be dead?!"

He was almost vomiting blood after being kicked in the chest. His head hit the ground with the back of his head, and he lay on his back. He thought vaguely: You are very brave to dare to kick me.

Wei WuXian hadn’t heard a living person speak in years, let alone such a loud scolding. He felt dizzy and a young duck’s voice echoed in the buzzing ears: “Don’t you think about whose land you are living on, whose rice you are eating, and whose money you are spending! What’s wrong with taking a few of your things? They should all be mine!”

Then, there were the sounds of rummaging through boxes and banging on the ground. After a while, Wei Wuxian's eyes gradually became clear. In his sight, a dark roof appeared. A face with drooping eyebrows and green eyes was spitting above him: "You dare to complain! Do you think I'm really afraid of you going to complain? Do you think there is really anyone in this family who will stand up for you?"

Two strong men who looked like servants came over and said, "Sir, we have smashed everything!"

The young man with a duck voice asked, "Why so fast?"

The servant said, "This is a shabby house, there aren't many things in it to begin with."

The young man with the duck voice was very satisfied. He turned to Wei Wuxian and poked his nose into his forehead with his index finger. “You had the guts to complain, but now you are pretending to be dead for whom? As if no one cares about your scraps of copper, iron and paper. I’ll smash them all for you. Let’s see what you can use to complain in the future! You think you are so great after having been to an immortal family for a few years? You ended up being driven back like a stray dog!”

Wei WuXian thought half dead:

I have been dead for many years, and I am not pretending.

Who is this?

Where is this? ?

When has he ever done something like taking over someone else's body?

The young man with the hoarse voice kicked and smashed the house. After venting his anger, he walked out of the door with two servants, slammed the door and shouted, "Watch him! Don't let him come out and embarrass himself!"

The servants outside the door responded repeatedly. When the people left and everything inside and outside the house became quiet, Wei Wuxian wanted to sit up, but his limbs would not obey him and he lay down again. He could only turn over, looking at the unfamiliar environment and the mess on the ground, and continued to feel dizzy.

There was a bronze mirror thrown on the ground nearby. Wei Wuxian picked it up and took a look. A surprisingly pale face appeared in the mirror, with two bright red spots unevenly and asymmetrically on the left and right cheeks. If he stuck out a long bright red tongue, he would look like a hanged ghost.

Wei WuXian threw the mirror away with a look of disbelief, wiped his face, and smeared a handful of white powder.

Fortunately, this body was not born with a strange appearance, but just a strange taste. A grown man actually painted his face with rouge and powder, and the key is that it was painted so ugly.

After being startled, he regained some strength and finally sat up. He then noticed that there was a circular spell array under him. The array was scarlet, irregular in shape, and seemed to be drawn by hand with blood as the medium. It was still wet and exuded a fishy smell. There were some twisted and crazy spells drawn in the array. His body wiped off a little, and the remaining graphics and words were evil and gloomy. Wei Wuxian had been called the Supreme Evil Lord and the  Grandmaster of the Demonic Path for so many years . He was naturally familiar with this kind of array that was obviously not a good thing at first glance.

He did not take away someone else's sacrifice - instead, he was offered a sacrifice by someone else!

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The essence of "sacrifice" is a curse. The caster uses a weapon to injure himself, cuts wounds on his body, draws formations and spells with his own blood, sits in the center of the circle, and at the cost of offering his body to the evil spirit and returning his soul to the earth, summons an unforgivable evil ghost and prays for the evil spirit to possess his body and fulfill his wish. This is "sacrifice" in stark contrast to "seizing the body". They are both forbidden techniques with a bad reputation, but the latter is not as practical and popular as the former. After all, there are few wishes that are strong enough for a living person to willingly give up everything they have, so few people practice it, and it has been almost lost for hundreds of years. There are only three or four examples recorded in ancient books that can be verified over the past thousands of years. The wishes of these three or four people are all revenge, and the summoned evil ghosts have perfectly fulfilled their wishes in a cruel and bloody way.

Wei WuXian was dissatisfied.

How come he was classified as an "unforgivable evil spirit"?

Although he had a bad reputation and died in a very tragic way, he never caused trouble and never took revenge. He swore that he would never find a ghost in heaven or on earth who was more honest and upright than him!

But the tricky thing is that the sacrifice is based on the will of the caster. Even if he refuses to accept... since he has been possessed, it is tacitly agreed that both parties have reached a contract. He must fulfill the caster's wish, otherwise the curse will backfire and the possessed person will be destroyed and will never be reborn.

Wei Wuxian untied his belt and raised his hands to check. As expected, his wrists were crisscrossed with several hideous scars from sharp weapons. Although the bleeding from the wounds had stopped, Wei Wuxian knew that these were not ordinary wounds. If he did not fulfill the wish of the body owner, these wounds would not heal. The longer he delayed, the more serious the wound would be. If he exceeded the deadline, he would be torn apart alive, both his body and his soul.

After confirming it again and again, Wei Wuxian said "How ridiculous!" ten times in his heart, and finally managed to stand up with the help of the wall .

The room was large, but empty and shabby. The bedspread and quilt had not been changed for days and smelled musty. There was a bamboo basket in the corner, which was used to throw away waste. It was kicked over and the dirt and waste paper rolled all over the floor. Wei Wuxian saw that there seemed to be ink marks on the paper balls, so he picked one up and unfolded it. It was indeed filled with dense words. He hurriedly collected all the paper balls on the floor.

The words on this paper should be something the owner of this body wrote to vent when he was depressed. Some paragraphs were incoherent and upside down, and the anxiety and tension came through the distorted handwriting. Wei Wuxian patiently read through them one by one, and the more he read, the more he felt that something was wrong.

After a lot of guesswork, I was able to roughly figure out some things. First of all, the owner of this body is called Mo Xuanyu, and this place is called Mojiazhuang.

Mo Xuanyu's grandfather was a wealthy family in the area, but his family had few descendants and was destined to have no sons. After years of hard work, he only had two daughters. The second daughter's name was not mentioned, but the eldest daughter was born to the wife of the main wife, and the husband she wanted was a son-in-law. Although the second daughter was outstanding in appearance, she was born to a family slave, so the Mo family originally planned to marry her off casually. Unexpectedly, she had another adventure. When she was sixteen, a master of a large family passed by and fell in love with her at first sight. The two used Mojiazhuang as a place for a secret meeting. A year later, the second wife Mo gave birth to a son, who was Mo Xuanyu.

The people of Mojiazhuang were originally quite disgusted with such things, but at that time, people worshipped immortals, and the Xuanmen family who cultivated immortals and asked for the way of Taoism were seen as people favored by heaven, mysterious and noble. The head of the family also helped the outer house family from time to time, so the atmosphere was completely different. Not only was the Mo family proud of this, but others were also extremely envious.

However, the good times didn’t last long. The head of the family hunted wild food for the sake of novelty, but got tired of it within two years and came less and less often. After Mo Xuanyu was four years old, he never came again.

In the past few years, the tone of the Mo Family Village has changed again. The original contempt and ridicule have returned, and there is also a kind of disdainful pity. Although the second wife of Mo was unwilling, she firmly believed that the head of the family would not ignore his own son. Sure enough, when Mo Xuanyu was fourteen years old, the head of the family sent many people to solemnly take the boy back.

Mrs. Mo Er raised her head again. Although she couldn't go with them, she was no longer upset. She was proud to tell everyone that her son would become the leader of the Xuanmen Immortal Sect and be successful and bring honor to the family. As a result, the people in Mojiazhuang started to talk about it for the third time and their attitude changed.

However, before Mo Xuanyu could achieve success in cultivating immortals and inherit his father's family business, he was driven back.

And he was driven back in an extremely embarrassing way. Because Mo Xuanyu was a homosexual, and he had the audacity to harass and entangle his fellow disciples. This scandal was exposed in public. In addition, he had mediocre talent and no achievements in cultivation, so there was no reason for him to continue to stay in the family.

To make matters worse, Mo Xuanyu was stimulated by some unknown thing and became crazy after returning. His condition was sometimes better and sometimes worse, as if he was scared silly.

Seeing this, Wei Wuxian’s eyebrows twitched twice.

It's okay to be a homosexual, but he's also a lunatic. No wonder he painted his face with makeup to look like an old man, and no wonder no one thought there was something wrong with the bloody formation on the ground. I'm afraid that even if Mo Xuanyu covered the whole room from floor tiles to walls to the roof with blood, it wouldn't be strange to others. Because everyone knows that he is mentally ill!

After Mo Xuanyu returned home, he was ridiculed by the world. This time, it seemed that there was no room for maneuver. Madam Mo Er could not bear this blow. She was so angry that she choked to death.

At this time, Mo Xuanyu's grandfather had passed away, and Madam Mo was in charge of the family. This Madam Mo probably hated her sister since she was a child, and she looked down on her sister's illegitimate child. She had only one child, the one who just came in to rob, named Mo Ziyuan. When Mo Xuanyu was taken away in a grand manner, Madam Mo felt that she could be considered a relative of the Immortal Sect, and hoped that the Immortal Sect messenger who came to pick him up would also send Mo Ziyuan to cultivate immortality. Of course, she was rejected, or ignored.

Nonsense. This is not like selling cabbage and you can bargain. Buy one and get one free!

I don't know where this family got their confidence from. They all have a strange idea, firmly believing that Mo Ziyuan must have immortal bones and talent. If he had gone there, he would have been appreciated by the immortal family and would not be so disappointing like his cousin. When Mo Xuanyu left, although Mo Ziyuan was still young, he had been repeatedly instilled with such unreasonable ideas since he was a child, and he believed it without a doubt. He caught Mo Xuanyu and humiliated him every few days, scolding him for stealing his way to immortality, but he couldn't let go of the talismans, elixirs, and small magic tools brought back from the immortal gate. He treated them all as his own possessions and took them as he liked. Although Mo Xuanyu's brain often had problems, he also knew that he was being bullied. He endured it again and again, but Mo Ziyuan became more and more aggressive and almost emptied his entire house. Mo Xuanyu finally couldn't bear it anymore and stammered in front of his uncle and aunt to complain. So, today Mo Ziyuan came to the door.

The words on the paper were so small and dense that Wei Wuxian's eyes hurt. He thought to himself, what kind of a hell of a life is this? No wonder Mo Xuanyu would rather sacrifice himself than ask evil spirits to possess him and avenge him.

After the eyeballs started to hurt, the headache began. Normally, when casting the spell, the caster should silently recite the wish in his heart. As the evil spirit being summoned, Wei Wuxian should be able to hear his detailed request. But this forbidden spell was probably a fragment that Mo Xuanyu secretly copied from somewhere, and he didn't learn it completely, so he missed this step. Although Wei Wuxian guessed that he probably wanted to take revenge on the Mo family, how should he take revenge? To what extent? Take back what was taken away? Beat up the Mo family?

Or...annihilate the whole family?

Most likely, the whole family will be wiped out! After all, anyone who has been in the world of cultivation should know the most common words used to describe Wei Wuxian: ungrateful, heartless, and is there anyone more qualified to be called a "fierce and evil" than him? Since they dared to summon him by name, they would definitely not make any wishes that could be easily fulfilled.

Wei WuXian said helplessly: “You found the wrong person…”