Lan Wangji then turned his head, but his eyes were still slightly sideways. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian blinked, and inexplicably felt like doing something naughty. Just as he was about to say something teasing, there was a sound of something breaking next to the table.

They both stood up and looked. They saw the teacup and teapot were broken on the ground, and a bag of evil was lying in the white porcelain pieces and flowing tea. The surface of the bag was throbbing, as if something was trapped inside and was eager to get out.

Although this evil-sealing bag looks only the size of a palm, it has a wonderful storage function, and there are complicated spells embroidered on both the inside and outside of it, adding several layers of seals. Lan Wangji originally sealed the arm in the bag and pressed it under the teacup on the table. Now that he saw it was restless, he remembered that he should play "Rest" together. If it weren't for the short-term comfort of their ensemble every night, no matter how strong the suppression power of this evil-sealing bag was, it alone could not trap the ghost hand.

Wei Wuxian reached out to touch the bamboo flute at his waist, but found nothing. Turning his head, he saw that the bamboo flute was already in Lan Wangji's hand. He lowered his head slightly and carved on the bamboo flute attentively for a while before handing it back. Wei Wuxian took it back and saw that the bamboo flute he had repaired, including the flute holes, had become much more refined.

Lan Wangji said, “Blow it well.”

Thinking of the miserable duet in the underworld room that had awakened Lan Qiren from coma and made him spit blood and continue to coma, Wei Wuxian almost laughed to the ground, thinking: "It's hard for him to tolerate me for so long." He stopped doing evil intentionally and put the bamboo flute to his lips seriously. Who knew that after playing two sentences, the Qiankun bag suddenly expanded several times and stood up!

Wei WuXian blew a broken note and said, “Why, it’s used to hearing ugly tunes, so it doesn’t like my nicer tune?”

As if in response, the Sealing Evil Bag flew towards Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji's finger suddenly changed the rhythm, and with one pluck, all seven strings vibrated in unison, making a roar like a landslide. The Sealing Evil Bag was angrily rebuked by the sound of the piano, and fell back to its original position. Wei Wuxian continued to play as if nothing had happened. Lan Wangji softened his wrist and followed the tune of "Rest", turning into a quiet and peaceful tune, and joined in leisurely.

After the song was over, the Sealing Evil Bag finally shrank back to its original shape and lay still. Wei Wuxian put the flute back and said, "It has never been so impatient in the past few days. It seems to have been stimulated by something."

Lan Wangji nodded slightly, turned to him, and said, "Besides, it's something on you."

Wei WuXian immediately looked down at himself. The only thing that was new on his body today was the evil curse mark that had been transferred from Jin Ling.

The evil curse mark on Jin Ling's body was left by the stone fortress on Xinglu Ridge. Ghost Hand's strong reaction to this evil curse mark means...

Wei WuXian asked, “So, there might be other parts of its body in the walls of the Nie family’s sword-sacrificing hall?”

Early the next morning, the two set out together and returned to Xinglu Ridge.

Nie Huaisang was caught in the act yesterday and confessed everything. He summoned his trusted disciples to clean up the mess left by the intruders overnight. When Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji came up, he had just ordered people to fill in the wall where Wei Wuxian dug out Jin Ling and put a new corpse in. He wiped his sweat repeatedly as he watched the white bricks being laid neatly layer by layer. But when he turned around, his feet went weak and he smiled and said, "Han Guangjun... and this one..."

Wei WuXian waved his hand and said with a smile: “Sect Master Nie, are you building the wall?”

Nie Huaisang wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel, almost wiping off a layer of skin: "Yes, yes, yes..."

Wei WuXian said with great sympathy and shyness, “I’m sorry. I may have to trouble you to build it again later.”

Nie Huaisang: "Yes, yes, yes... ah?! Wait!"

Before he finished speaking, Bichen drew his sword. Nie Huaisang watched helplessly as the stone brick wall he had just repaired cracked again.

Destruction is always easier than construction. Wei Wuxian removed the bricks at an amazing speed, countless times faster than they could lay them. Nie Huaisang shivered while holding his folding fan, his tears almost bursting out due to grievance, but Han Guangjun stood beside him without saying anything, so he dared not say anything. Lan Wangji explained the cause and effect to him in a concise manner, and he immediately pointed to the heavens and the earth and swore: "No! Absolutely not! The corpses used in our sacrificial knife hall all have intact limbs, and there is absolutely no male corpse with missing arms. If you don't believe me, I will remove the bricks together to prove my innocence, but you must fill it back immediately after removing it, and you can't delay it for too long, this is my family's ancestral tomb..."

Several Nie family disciples joined in, and some worked, while Wei Wuxian withdrew and waited to see the results. Half an hour later, most of the bricks on the wall where Jin Ling had been buried had been removed. Some of the disciples pulled up their masks, and some took secret red pills to prevent their breathing and human aura from inducing corpse transformation. Occasionally, a pale hand or a foot with bulging veins appeared in the black soil, as well as black hair full of tangled dirt. All the male corpses were roughly cleaned and laid flat on the ground in rows.

Some of these bodies had turned to bones, some were in the process of decaying, and some were still very fresh. They were in various shapes and sizes, but all of them had all their limbs intact. No body of a man without a left arm was found.

Nie Huaisang said carefully, "Is it enough to just tear down this wall? Do we need to tear down more? No need."

It was indeed enough. The evil curse marks on Jin Ling's body were very dark in color. The thing that left them should have been buried very close to him at the time, and would never have gone beyond the range of this wall. Wei Wuxian squatted beside a row of corpses. After concentrating on thinking for a moment, Lan Wangji said, "Take the evil seal bag?"

Taking out the left hand from the Sealing Evil Pouch and letting it identify itself here would be a good idea. However, if it gets too close to other parts of its body, it might arouse its excitement and cause a more dangerous situation. This place is very special, with a strong yin energy, and the danger level is doubled, so they chose to come in the daytime cautiously. Wei Wuxian shook his head and pondered: "Could it be that this arm is not a man's? No, I can tell a man's hand from a woman's hand at a glance... Then could it be that its owner has three arms?!"

He was just amused by his own idea when Lan Wangji said, "Legs."

After he mentioned it, Wei WuXian finally remembered that he had overlooked that the curse marks only covered his legs, and hurriedly said, “Take off your pants! Take off your pants!”

Nie Huaisang was extremely horrified: "Why would you say such shameful words in front of Han Guangjun!"

Wei Wuxian said, "What's so shameful about this? We are all men. Please help me take off the pants of the corpses. There is no need to take off the pants of female corpses, only male corpses!" As he said that, he stretched out his claws to the waistband of the corpse on the ground. Poor Nie Huaisang didn't expect that he had to take off the pants of a corpse in the ancestral knife hall today after he confessed his past yesterday. Moreover, it was a male corpse. He felt that he would be slapped in the face by the ancestors of the Nie family in Qinghe after he went to the ground, and he would be reborn as a cripple in the next life. He couldn't help but burst into tears. Fortunately, Wei Wuxian's action was intercepted by Lan Wangji. Just as Nie Huaisang was about to praise him as worthy of being Han Guangjun, he heard him say, "I'll do it."

Wei WuXian asked, “You come? Are you really going to do this?”

Lan Wangji's eyebrows seemed to twitch faintly, as if he was enduring something, and he repeated, "Don't move. I'll do it."

Of all the shocks Nie Huaisang had experienced today, this moment was the most severe.

Of course, Lan Wangji would not actually pull off the corpses’ pants. He simply used the sword energy of Bichen to gently cut through the corpses’ clothes, revealing the skin underneath. Some of the clothes did not need to be cut, as they were already torn. After a moment, he said, “Found it.”

Everyone looked at the ground. The body next to Lan Wangji's white boots had a faint coil on each thigh. The flesh-colored thread was densely stitched. There was a subtle difference in skin color above and below the coil. Obviously, the legs of this corpse did not belong to the same person as his upper body.

These two legs were actually sewn on by someone!

Nie Huaisang was dumbfounded. Wei Wuxian asked, "Who selected the corpses used by the Nie family for sacrificial offerings?"

Nie Huaisang said in a daze, "Generally, they are selected and stored by the successive family heads themselves during their lifetime. My eldest brother passed away early, and he didn't store enough, so I helped him select some... As long as the facial features and limbs were intact, I kept them. I don't know about the rest..."

It would be impossible to find out who buried this body by taking advantage of the situation. From the person who provided the body to the insiders of the Qinghe Nie family, there are countless suspects. I am afraid that only by finding all the limbs and putting the body and soul together can we know what happened.

After finally separating the legs from the male corpse, Wei Wuxian put them into a new Sealing Evil Pouch while saying to Lan Wangji, “It looks like this guy was torn apart by five horses. Not only was his body torn apart, but it was also thrown everywhere, with pieces here and there. How much hatred must this have. Let’s just pray that he isn’t cut into too many pieces.”

Although Nie Huaisang still said "goodbye" when saying goodbye this time, looking at his face full of fear, I'm afraid he doesn't want to "see you again" in this life. The two left Xinglu Ridge and returned to the inn. When they were in a safe place, they took out the three limbs for careful comparison. Sure enough, the skin color of the legs was the same as that of the left hand, and if they were placed close to each other, they would have a strong reaction to each other and tremble constantly, as if they wanted to connect together, but there was a part of the body missing in the middle, so there was no way to connect. They must belong to the same person.

Except that this was a tall man with long limbs, a strong physique, and a very impressive cultivation, the rest was still unknown and confusing. Fortunately, the ghost hand quickly pointed out the direction of the next step: southwest.

Following its guidance, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji arrived at Liyang.