He wanted to wash his face and pay his last respects to the deceased's deceased owner, but there was no water in the room, neither drinking water nor washing water.

The only basin-like object, Wei WuXian guessed, was used for defecation rather than washing.

I pushed  the door , and it was bolted from the outside, probably because they were afraid he would run around.

Nothing made him feel the joy of rebirth!

He simply meditated for a while to get used to the new house. He sat there for a whole day. When he opened his eyes, sunlight leaked into the house through the cracks in the door and   window . Although he could stand up and walk, he was still dizzy and didn't get better. Wei Wuxian was puzzled: "This Mo Xuanyu's cultivation is so low that the spiritual power he has can be ignored. It doesn't make sense that I can't control this body. Why is it so difficult to use?"

It was not until he heard a strange sound in his stomach that he realized that it had nothing to do with his spiritual power, but that his body was just hungry. If he did not go out to find food, he might become the first evil spirit in history to starve to death as soon as he was possessed by someone.

Wei WuXian took a deep breath and raised his foot, just as he was about to  kick the door and leave, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching, someone kicked  the door and said impatiently, “It’s time to eat!”

Even though he shouted, the door showed no sign of opening. Wei WuXian looked down and saw a smaller door opened below this one, just enough to see a small bowl placed heavily in front of the door.

The servant outside said again, "Hurry up! What are you dawdling for? Bring out the bowl when you're done!"

The small  door was smaller than a dog hole, so it couldn't accommodate people, but it was enough to bring bowls in. Two dishes and one rice, the presentation was terrible. Wei Wuxian stirred the two chopsticks stuck in the rice, feeling a little sad:

As soon as the Yiling Patriarch returned to the human world, he was kicked and scolded. The first meal to welcome him was this kind of leftovers. What about the bloody storm? No one was left alive? The whole family  was exterminated? Who would believe it? It is true that a tiger in plain land is bullied by dogs, a dragon in shallow water is bullied by shrimps, and a phoenix with its feathers plucked is no better than a chicken.

At this time, the servant  outside the door

Another crisp female voice responded from afar: "Ah Tong, are you here to deliver food to that person inside again? "

Ah Tong spat, "Why else would I come to this unlucky yard!"

Ading's voice got closer as he came to  the door : "You only bring him food once a day, and no one says anything if you slack off from time to time. You think it's unlucky to have so little time. Look at me, I have so much work to do that I can't even go out to play."

Atong complained, "I'm not just delivering food to him! How dare you go out to play during this period? With so many zombies, everyone's  door be tightly locked."

Wei Wuxian squatted by the door, holding the bowl and picking at two chopsticks of different lengths, eating while listening.

It seems that the Mo Family Village has not been peaceful recently. The walking corpse, as its name implies, is a walking dead person, a relatively low-level and very common corpse. Generally, they have dull eyes and walk slowly. Their lethality is not strong, but it is enough to scare ordinary people. The stench alone is enough to make people vomit.

However, to Wei Wuxian, they were the easiest to control and the most obedient puppets, and when he heard it at first, it seemed somewhat familiar.

Atong seemed to be making faces: "If you want to  go out , you have to take me with you. I will protect you..." Ading said: "You? Protect me? You are just bragging. Can you beat those things back?" Atong said angrily: "I can't beat them back, and neither can others." Ading laughed: "How do you know that others can't beat them back? Let me tell you, there are envoys from the immortal  sect coming to our Mojia Village today. I heard that they are from a very prominent family! The lady is greeting them in the hall, and people in the town are gathered around to watch the fun. Listen, isn't it noisy? I don't have time to make trouble with you. You might order me around later."

Wei Wuxian listened attentively, and sure enough, he could hear the sound of people talking in the east. After thinking for a moment, he stood up and kicked the door, and  the door bolt cracked.

The two servants were talking and laughing with each other, but they screamed in fear when  the door . Wei Wuxian threw away his bowl and chopsticks and walked out. He was blinded by the sun for a long time and felt a slight sting on his skin. He put his hand on his brow and closed his eyes for a moment.

Atong had just screamed even louder than Ating, but when he looked carefully, he saw that it was the madman who was bullied by everyone. He became bolder and felt that he had to save the face he had just lost. He jumped over and waved his hands like scolding a dog, scolding: "Go, go! Go back! What are you doing out here!"

Even if it was beggars or flies, it couldn't be more rude. Most of these servants had treated Mo Xuanyu like this in the past, and he never resisted, which allowed them to be so unscrupulous. Wei Wuxian kicked Atong lightly and said with a smile: "Who do you think you are humiliating?"

After kicking, he walked eastward following the noise. There were many people gathered inside and outside the East Hall of the East Courtyard. As soon as Wei Wuxian stepped into the yard, a woman's voice, which was louder than others, came out: "...There is a young man in our family who also had a predestined relationship with the immortal..."

Madam Mo must be trying to find ways to connect with the immortal cultivation family again. Wei Wuxian didn't wait for her to finish, and hurriedly squeezed through the crowd and entered the hall, waving enthusiastically, "Come here, here, here!"

Sitting in the hall was a middle-aged woman, well-maintained and elegantly dressed. She was Madam Mo, and the one sitting below her was her husband who had married into the family. Opposite her sat several young men in white clothes carrying swords. Suddenly, a strange man with dishevelled hair and a dirty face appeared in the crowd. All the voices stopped abruptly, but Wei Wuxian seemed to be unaware of the stagnant scene. He said with a smug look, "Who called me just now? The one with the immortal fate, wasn't that me!"

Too much powder was applied, and it would crack when she smiled, and it would fall down. A young man in white clothes almost laughed out loud, but the young man who seemed to be the leader looked at him disapprovingly, and he immediately became serious.

Wei WuXian glanced at the place where the voice came from and was slightly surprised. He thought that the ignorant servant was exaggerating, but who knew that the person who came was actually a disciple of a "prominent family  " .

These young men had light sleeves and flowing belts, and looked very handsome. One could tell from their uniforms that they were from the Gusu Lan Clan. They were descendants of the Lan Clan, because they all wore a finger-wide white bandana with a cloud pattern on their foreheads.

The family motto of the Gusu Lan family is "elegance and righteousness", and this headband means "self-discipline", and the rolling cloud pattern is the family crest of the Lan family. The headbands worn by guest officials or  disciples

Mrs. Mo hadn't seen her nephew for a long time. It took her a while to recover from her shock. She recognized this heavily made-up man and felt annoyed, but she couldn't lose her temper right away. She lowered her voice and said to her husband, "Whoever let him out, take him back!"

Her husband smiled and responded, looking gloomy, he stood up and tried to grab him, but Wei Wuxian suddenly fell to the ground, his limbs firmly stuck to the ground, he couldn't move him even if he pushed or dragged him, and calling a few servants to come in to drag him away didn't help, if it wasn't for the outsiders, he would have kicked him long ago. Seeing that Madam Mo's face was getting uglier and uglier, he was sweating profusely, and cursed: "You crazy bastard! If you don't go back, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!"

Although everyone in Mojia Village knew that the Mo family had a mad young man, Mo Xuanyu had been hiding in his dark room for several years and dared not see anyone. Seeing that his makeup and behavior were like those of a demon, they began to whisper to each other, fearing that there would be no good show to watch.

Wei WuXian said, “You can ask me to go back.” He pointed directly at Mo ZiYuan and said, “Tell him to return the things he stole from me first.”

Mo Ziyuan never expected that this madman would be so bold. He was just taught a lesson by him yesterday, but he dared to come here today. He said with a pale face: "You are talking nonsense! When did I steal your things? Do I need to steal your things?"

Wei WuXian said: “Right, right, right! You didn’t steal, you robbed!”

Mrs. Mo saw through it now. Mo Xuanyu had clearly come prepared. He was very clear-headed and was deliberately trying to embarrass them. She couldn't help but feel shocked and angry: "You came here on purpose to cause trouble today, didn't you?!"

Wei WuXian said blankly, “He stole my things, and I came to get them back. Is this considered making trouble?”

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Before Madam Mo could answer, Mo Ziyuan got anxious and was about to kick him. A young man in white with a sword on his back moved his finger slightly, and Mo Ziyuan lost his balance, and his foot brushed past him, and he fell. Wei Wuxian rolled over, as if he had really been kicked over by him, and even tore open his clothes, revealing the footprint left by Mo Ziyuan's kick yesterday on his chest.

The townspeople of Mojiazhuang watched the show with great interest and excitement: It is impossible that the footprints were made by Mo Xuanyu himself. After all, he is also the blood of the Mo family. This family is too cruel. When he first came back, he was not so crazy. He must have been driven crazy. No matter what, it's enough to watch the fun. Anyway, they can't be beaten. This fun is really more interesting than the envoys from the immortal  gate !

With so many eyes staring at her, and unable to beat them or chase them away, Madam Mo was so angry that she had to force herself to smooth things over, saying calmly, "What do you mean by stealing? What do you mean by robbing? You are just family, and I am just borrowing it to have a look. Yuan is your brother, so what if he took a few of your things? As a brother, are you really so stingy? You are so childish and make a fool of yourself over such a small matter, but I am not refusing to return it to you."

The young men in white looked at each other in bewilderment, and one of them who was drinking tea almost choked. The children who grew up in the Gusu Lan Clan were exposed to the beauty of the world, and they had probably never seen such a farce, let alone heard such a high opinion. Today, they might have broadened their horizons. Wei Wuxian laughed wildly in his heart, and stretched out his hand and said, "Then return it."

Of course Mo Ziyuan still didn't come out. He had already thrown away and dismantled the things. Even if he could return them, he would not be willing to do so. His face turned livid and he shouted, "Mother!" He glared at her and threatened her: You let him bully me like this?

Madam Mo glared at him, asking him not to make the situation even more awkward. Unexpectedly, Wei WuXian added, “Speaking of which, he shouldn’t have stolen my things, and he shouldn’t have done it in the middle of the night. Everyone knows that I like men. He doesn’t know shame, but I know how to stay out of trouble.”

Madam Mo took a deep breath and shouted, "What are you saying in front of the villagers? How shameless! A Yuan is your cousin!"

When it comes to being wild, Wei Wuxian is an expert. In the past, he had to be decent when he was being wild, so that people wouldn't say he had no manners. But now, he was a lunatic, so he didn't care about his dignity. He just went wild, and said as he pleased, stiffening his neck and saying confidently, "He knows he is my cousin and still doesn't avoid suspicion. Who is more shameless?! It's fine if you don't want to do it yourself, but don't ruin my innocence! I still need to find a good man!!!"

Mo Ziyuan yelled and swung a chair to smash. Wei Wuxian saw that he finally exploded, so he jumped up and hid. The chair smashed to the ground and broke into pieces. The idlers gathered in the East Hall, who were originally gloating over the Mo family's misfortune, scattered like birds and beasts when the smashing started, fearing that they would get hurt accidentally. Wei Wuxian hid behind the boys from the Lan family who were almost stunned, and shouted: "Did you see it? Did you see it? A thief beats people up, he has no conscience!"

Mo Ziyuan wanted to chase him and hit him, but the leading young man stopped him and said, "This... Sir, we have something to talk about."

Madam Mo saw that the young man was trying to protect this madman, and she was afraid. She forced a smile and said, "This is my sister's son. This is not very useful. Everyone in Mo Village knows that he is a madman. He often says weird things. Don't take them seriously. Immortal Master, please..." Before she finished speaking, Wei Wuxian poked his head out from behind the young man and said, "Who said that my words can't be taken seriously? If anyone steals my things again in the future, I will chop off one of his hands every time he steals!"

Mo Ziyuan was originally restrained by his father, and was about to explode again when he heard this. Wei Wuxian jumped out like a fish. The young man hurriedly blocked the  door , changed the subject, and talked about business with a serious face: "Well... then I will borrow the west courtyard of your mansion tonight. Please remember what I said before, after dusk, keep  the doors and doors closed, don't go out and walk around, and don't go near that courtyard."

Madam Mo was shaking with anger. She couldn't push him away, so she could only say, "Yes, yes, thank you, thank you..."

Mo Ziyuan said in disbelief: "Mom! That lunatic slandered me in front of others like this, and you're just going to let it go?! You said it before, you said he was just a..."

Madam Mo shouted, "Shut up. If you have anything to say, why don't you go back and say it later!"

Mo Ziyuan had never suffered such a loss or lost face before, and had never been scolded by his mother like this. He was filled with resentment and roared, "This lunatic is dead tonight!"

After Wei Wuxian finished his  madness , he walked out of the door and showed his face in Mojiazhuang, shocking countless passers-by, but he enjoyed it and began to experience the fun of being a madman. He was also satisfied with his hanged ghost makeup and was reluctant to wash it off. He thought: There is no water anyway, so don't wash it. He fixed his hair and glanced at his wrist. The scar showed no sign of fading or getting better. In other words, such a minor revenge as letting Mo Xuanyu vent his anger was far from enough.

Did he really want him to wipe out the Mo  family ?

...Honestly speaking, it's not that difficult.

Wei WuXian wandered back to the Mo family while thinking. When he was sneaking through the west courtyard, he saw the Lan family members standing on the roof and the eaves, discussing something solemnly. Then he sneaked back and looked up at them eagerly.

Although the Gusu Lan Clan had a large share of the money among the noble families that attacked him, at that time these young people were either not born yet or were only a few years old, and it was none of their business at all. Wei Wuxian stopped to watch and see how they would handle it. As he watched, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Why do those black flags standing on the roofs and eaves fluttering in the wind look so familiar?

This kind of flag is called "Yin Zhao Flag". If it is inserted on a living person, it will attract all the Yin spirits, wronged souls, evil corpses, and evil spirits within a certain range to attack only this living person. Because the person on whom the flag is inserted seems to have become a living target, it is also called a "target flag". It can also be inserted in a house, but there must be a living person in the house, then the attack range will be expanded to all the people in the house. Because there must be Yin Qi lingering around the place where the flag is inserted, as if a black wind is circling, it is also called a "black wind flag". These young men set up the flag array in the west courtyard and prevented others from approaching. They must want to attract the zombies here and catch them all in one fell swoop.

As for why it looks familiar... How could it not look familiar? The creator of the Yin Zhao Flag was none other than the Yiling Patriarch!

It seems that even though the hundreds of  Xuanmen sects wanted to kill him, they still used the things he made...

A disciple standing on the eaves saw him watching and said, "Go back, this is not the place for you."

Although he was driving them away, his intentions were good, and his tone was very different from those of the servants. Wei Wuxian took advantage of their unpreparedness and jumped up to take down a flag.

The disciple was shocked and jumped off the wall to chase him: "Don't move, this is not something you should take!"

Wei WuXian ran and shouted, his hair disheveled, his hands waving, he was truly a complete lunatic: "No! No! I want this! I want it!"

The disciple caught up with him in two steps, grabbed his arm and said, "Why don't you give it back? If you don't, I'll beat you! "

Wei WuXian held on to the flag and refused to let go. The young man in the lead was originally arranging the flag formation, but was startled by this and lightly jumped down from the eaves, saying, “JingYi, forget it, just take it back safely, why bother with him.”

Lan Jingyi said, "Sizhui, I didn't really hit him! Look at him, he messed up the flag formation!"

While they were pulling, Wei WuXian had already quickly checked the Yin Summoning Flag in his hand. The pattern was painted correctly, the spell was complete, and there were no mistakes or omissions, so there would be no mistakes in its use. It was just that the person who drew the flag was inexperienced, and the pattern and spell he drew could only attract evil spirits and zombies within a five-mile radius, but it was enough.

Lan Sizhui smiled at him and said, "Mr. Mo, it's getting dark, and they're going to take the corpse away soon. It's dangerous at night, so you'd better go back to the house."

Wei Wuxian looked at the young man and saw that he was gentle and elegant, with a good appearance and a faint smile on his face. He thought he was a promising young man and praised him. This boy arranged the flag formation in an orderly manner and his family education was really good. I wonder who can bring up such a young man in such a scary and old-fashioned place like the Gusu Lan Clan.

Lan Sizhui said again: "This flag..."

Before he could finish, Wei WuXian threw the Zhao Yin Flag to the ground and snorted, “It’s just a broken flag. What’s so great about it? I can draw it much better than you!”

He threw it and ran away. Several young men who were still leaning on the roof watching the excitement almost fell off the eaves after hearing his bragging. Lan Jingyi also laughed angrily, picked up the Yin Zhao flag, dusted it off, and said, "What a lunatic!"

Lan Sizhui said, "Don't say that. Come back and help."

Wei Wuxian continued to wander around for two more rounds, and finally returned to Mo Xuanyu's small courtyard at night.  The door bolt was broken, and the floor was a mess with no one to clean it up. He ignored them, picked a clean spot on the ground, and continued to meditate.

Unexpectedly, before dawn, a burst of noise from the outside world pulled him out of his meditation state.

A flurry of footsteps, mixed with cries and screams, approached quickly. Wei WuXian heard a few sentences repeated over and over again: "...rush in, drag them out!" "Call the police!" "Why call the police? Just beat them to death!"

He opened his eyes and saw several servants rushing in. The whole yard was ablaze with fire, and someone shouted, "Drag this murderous lunatic to the hall and make him pay with his life!"