One day, Chang Ping, the head of the Chang family in Liyang, went out hunting with several family members. After more than half a month, he suddenly received bad news on the way and hurried back. After the grief, he only found out that someone had maliciously broken the protection array of his family, allowing a group of ferocious evil spirits to enter. Apart from this, he was confused.

Originally, the tragedy of a small family was known to only a limited number of people. However, the situation was special at that time. The Sun Shooting Campaign had ended long ago, and the suppression of the mass grave had just ended. The situation was barely stable on the surface. Suddenly, this incident broke out, and immediately caused a sensation among the hundreds of Xuanmen. There were also many sensational people who rumored that it was the revenge of the Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian who returned to the world. However, there was no evidence and no way to catch the murderer. Xiao Xingchen would certainly not sit idly by and take the initiative to take responsibility for this matter and explore the truth for Chang Ping. A month later, the murderer who wiped out the family was finally found.

The murderer's name is Xue Yang.

Xue Yang, younger than Xiao Xingchen, is a real teenager. However, his bad behavior will never be restrained because of his young age. He has been a well-known gangster in Kuizhou since he was fifteen years old. He has a sweet smile, vicious means, and cruel personality. Everyone in Kuizhou is terrified when talking about Xue. When he was young, he lived on the streets and seemed to have some grudges with Chang Ping's father, which made him remember it for several years. For revenge and some other reasons, he committed this tragic crime.

After Xiao Xingchen found out the truth, he traveled across three provinces to capture Xue Yang, who was still at large and engaging in group fights. He took advantage of the fact that the Lanling Jin Clan was holding a grand gathering in their immortal residence, Jinlin Terrace, where the major families were discussing philosophy and asking questions, and brought him before the crowd, explaining the whole story and demanding severe punishment.

He laid out the evidence clearly, and the vast majority of the noble families had no objection, except for one family that strongly opposed it: the Lanling Jin family.

Wei WuXian said, “To oppose in this situation would be considered as a huge offense. Could it be that Xue Yang is a favorite of Jin GuangShan?”

Lan Wangji said, "Guest."

Wei WuXian asked, “He is a guest official? Lanling Jin Clan was already one of the four great families back then, right? Why would they invite a small gangster as a guest official?”

Lan Wangji said: "This is the second connection."

He stared into Wei Wuxian's eyes and said slowly, "Because of the Yin Tiger Talisman."

Wei Wuxian’s heart suddenly rose into the air.

He was not unfamiliar with the three words "Yin Hu Fu". On the contrary, no one was more familiar with them than him.

This is the most terrifying of all the magic weapons he has refined during his lifetime, and at the same time, the one that everyone wants most.

The tiger talisman is used for issuing orders. As the name suggests, whoever obtains the tiger talisman can use it to command corpses, ghosts and evil spirits to obey his orders.

When Wei Wuxian created it, he didn't think too much about it. Controlling corpse puppets and evil spirits with his own soul would eventually tire him out. He remembered that he had once seen a rare piece of iron in the belly of a monster, so he took it out and refined it into a tiger talisman.

But after the tiger talisman was cast, it was only used once, and Wei Wuxian realized that something was wrong.

The power of the Yin Tiger Talisman was far more powerful and terrifying than he had originally expected. He had originally intended to use it as an auxiliary, but who knew that its power would overwhelm him, the maker. Moreover, this thing did not recognize its owner. In other words, as long as someone got it, no matter who that person was, whether he was good or evil, an enemy or a friend, it would be used by whoever had it.

The disaster had already been done. Wei Wuxian had thought about destroying it, but the tiger talisman was not easy to make, and it was also difficult to destroy, which was extremely time-consuming and energy-consuming. Moreover, he had already vaguely realized that his situation was not good, and sooner or later he would be killed by everyone. The Yin Tiger Talisman had a great deterrent power. With this magic weapon, others did not dare to touch him easily, so he left it for the time being and only split the tiger talisman into two, so that it could only work when it was combined, and it would never be used easily.

He had only used it twice, and each time, blood flowed like a river. The first time was during the Sun Shooting Campaign. After the second use, he finally made up his mind and completely destroyed half of the tiger talisman. But before the other half was destroyed, the mass grave encirclement came. He had no control over what happened after that.

Wei Wuxian was confident in what he had refined. He dared to assert that even if the noble family who had snatched it worshipped it and burned incense and knelt down to worship it every day, with only half of the Yin Tiger Talisman left, it would still be just a piece of scrap metal. However, Lan Wangji told him something amazing: this Xue Yang seemed to be able to piece together the other half of the Yin Tiger Talisman!

Xue Yang was very young, but very smart, and also a very evil heretic. Lanling Jin discovered that he could piece together the other half of the tiger talisman based on the remaining half. Although the restored part could not be used for a long time and was not as powerful as the original, it could already cause very terrible consequences.

Wei WuXian understood: “The Lanling Jin Clan still wants to keep Xue Yang to help them restore the Yin Tiger Talisman, so they will definitely protect him.”

Perhaps, Xue Yang destroyed the Chang family not just for revenge for bullying the poor young man. Maybe he was using the lives of several members of this family to experiment on the power of the Yin Tiger Talisman he was restoring!

No wonder the rumors linked him to the family extermination case. Wei Wuxian could almost imagine how those monks were gritting their teeth: "This Wei Wuxian! If he hadn't done something like this, the world wouldn't have suffered so much disaster!!!"

He continued the conversation and returned to the Jinlin Terrace.

Although the Lanling Jin Clan was determined to protect Xue Yang, Xiao Xingchen refused to give in. The two sides were deadlocked, and finally alarmed Chifeng Zun Nie Mingjue, who did not participate in the grand gathering, and he flew from elsewhere to Jinlin Terrace to come and show up.

Although Nie Mingjue is Jin Guangshan's junior, he is a strict person who never tolerates or condones anything. He scolded Jin Guangshan so harshly that he lost face and was speechless. The hot-tempered Nie Mingjue drew his sword and wanted to kill Xue Yang on the spot. His sworn brother, Lian Fangzun Jin Guangyao, stepped forward to mediate but was also ordered to get out of the way by Nie Mingjue. He scolded him so much that he hid behind Lan Xichen and dared not say a word. In the end, the Lanling Jin Clan had no choice but to give in.

After being captured by Xiao Xingchen and brought to the Jinlin Terrace, Xue Yang was fearless. He smiled even when Nie Mingjue's knife was pressed to his neck. Before being taken away, he said to Xiao Xingchen affectionately: "Master, don't forget me. Let's see what happens."

Hearing this, Wei Wuxian knew that this sentence of “just wait and see” would definitely make Xiao Xingchen pay an extremely painful price.

The Lanling Jin Clan is indeed the most shameless family. Although they promised to get rid of Xue Yang in front of all the families on the Jinlin Terrace, they quickly put Xue Yang in the dungeon and changed his sentence to life imprisonment as soon as Nie Mingjue was no longer around. Nie Mingjue was furious when he learned about this and put pressure on him again, but the Lanling Jin Clan refused to hand him over. The other families all watched the show with their hands folded, but not long after, Nie Mingjue became possessed and died.

He cultivated faster than any other patriarch of the Nie family in Qinghe, and died earlier than any other patriarch.

With the most difficult person gone, Lanling Jin Clan became more unscrupulous and started to think of more evil ideas. Jin Guangshan began to think of ways to get Xue Yang out of prison, continue to restore the Yin Tiger Talisman, and explore the secrets inside.

But this is not a glorious thing after all. It is not possible to take a murderer who has killed an entire family out of a dungeon without a proper excuse.

So they turned their attention to Chang Ping.

After constant coercion, inducement, and harassment, Lanling Jin finally succeeded in making Chang Ping change her mind, overturning all the previous accusations, and declaring that the extermination of the Chang family had nothing to do with Xue Yang.

Upon hearing the news, Xiao Xingchen came to ask about it. Chang Ping said to him helplessly, "What else can I do? If I don't bear it any longer, the rest of our family will have no way to survive. Thank you, Taoist priest, but... please don't help me anymore. If you help me now, you are harming me. I don't want the Liyang Chang family to be extinct."

And just like that, the play of Letting the Tiger Return to the Mountain was finished.

Wei WuXian remained silent.

If he were Chang Ping, no matter how powerful the Lanling Jin family was, no matter how glorious and brilliant anyone promised him, he would never give in. On the contrary, he would personally go to the dungeon at night, skin Xue Yang alive, and then call him back to skin him again and again until he regretted being born into this world.

But not everyone is like him who would rather die together. There are still a few family members alive in the Chang family, and Chang Ping is still young, without a wife or children, and has just embarked on the path of immortality. Whether threatening with the lives of his surviving family members or threatening with his future and cultivation, he must consider it carefully.

After all, he is not Chang Ping himself, so he cannot feel indignant on his behalf, nor can he worry and suffer physical and mental torture on his behalf.

After Xue Yang was released, he once again launched his revenge. However, this time, he did not take revenge on Xiao Xingchen himself.

Xiao Xingchen came out of the mountain alone, without any relatives, but a good friend whom he met after coming down from the mountain, named Song Lan. Song Lan was also a famous Taoist at that time, with a proud and aloof character and a good reputation. Both of them wanted to establish their own sects, and they valued the same ideals over blood ties. They could be said to be close friends with similar interests. People at that time gave them the following words: Xiao Xingchen in the bright moon and clear wind, and Song Zichen in the snow and frost.

Xue Yang chose this place to attack, and used the same trick again to wipe out the Baixue Temple where Song Lan grew up and learned martial arts. He also secretly attacked and blinded Song Lan's eyes with poison powder.

This time he used his experience in wiping out the whole family, and did it very neatly, leaving no clues. Although everyone knew that he must have done it, how could they know? There was no evidence. In addition, Jin Guangshan deliberately protected him, and Chi Fengzun, who was as angry as thunder, had passed away, so no one could do anything to him.

Hearing this, Wei Wuxian suddenly felt a little strange: Although Lan Wangji looked indifferent and unwilling to take charge of things, from what Wei Wuxian knew about him in the past, he hated evil and was no less than that big brother Nie Huaisang. When the Lanling Jin Clan had some bad manners, Lan Wangji never hesitated to speak out against them. To this day, he rarely attended his family's invitation meetings and did not show his support at all. If two such terrible massacres had happened in succession, the news would have spread all over the city, and Lan Wangji would never sit idly by. Why didn't he punish Xue Yang?

Just as he was about to ask, he remembered the marks of the whip on Lan Wangji's body.

A single whip on the body would be fatal. If Lan Wangji had made a serious mistake and received so many whips, he would have been grounded for several years. I'm afraid that the years when the incident happened were when he was being punished or recovering from his injuries. No wonder he only said that he "heard something".

Wei WuXian was inexplicably concerned about those scars, but it was inconvenient for him to ask directly, so he just kept silent for the time being and asked, “So, what happened to Taoist Xiao XingChen later?”

What happened later, of course, could only end tragically. When Xiao Xingchen left his master and left the mountain, he swore not to return. He was very careful about his promises, but Song Lan was blind and seriously injured, so he broke his oath and carried Song Lan back to Baoshan Sanren, asking his master to save his friend.

Baoshan Sanren agreed to his request out of consideration for their relationship as master and disciple. Xiao Xingchen then left the mountain and has been missing ever since.

A year later, Song Lan also came out of the mountain. People were amazed that he could see again even in his eyes which were completely blinded at first. But in fact, it was not because of Baoshan Sanren's superb medical skills, but because Xiao Xingchen... dug out his own eyes and gave them back to Song Lan who was hurt by him.

Song Lan wanted to take revenge on Xue Yang, but at this time, Jin Guangshan had passed away, and Jin Guangyao took over the Lanling Jin Clan and was sent to the position of Immortal Supervisor. In order to show the new style of new people, he cleaned up Xue Yang as soon as he came to power, no longer mentioned the restoration of the Yin Tiger Talisman, and made various remedial and appeasement measures to restore his reputation and suppress the rumors. Song Lan followed the traces of his old friend. At first, he could hear where he went, but later, there was no news. In addition, the Liyang Chang Clan was a small and unknown family, so many things gradually disappeared.

After listening to this long story, Wei WuXian let out a sigh of regret, “Because of something that had nothing to do with me, I ended up like this. It’s really… If Xiao XingChen was born a few years earlier, or if I died a few years later, things wouldn’t be like this. If I were still alive, how could I ignore such a thing? How could I not make friends with such a person!”

Then he laughed at himself, "I care? How can I care? If I were still alive at the time, maybe the Liyang Chang family murder case wouldn't have to be investigated at all, and it would have been directly attributed to me. This Taoist priest Xiao Xingchen saw me on the road, I tried to chat with him and buy him a drink, he might have beaten me with his whisk, haha."

They had already passed Chang's residence and walked to a cemetery not far away. Wei Wuxian saw the dark red "Chang" on the archway and asked, "Why did Chang Ping die later? Who tortured the few survivors of his family to death?"

Before Lan Wangji could answer, at this moment, in the bluish twilight, there was a series of bang bang bang sounds on the door.

The sound was like knocking on a door, but it wasn't really a knock. It was very strong, very rapid, and didn't stop for a moment. It was muffled, as if there was a layer of something between them.

Both of them looked grim.

More than 50 members of the Chang family in Liyang were lying in their coffins at this moment, banging on their coffin lids from inside. Just like the night when they were frightened to death, they banged on the door frantically, but no one came to open it.

This is what the clerk in the wine shop said - the sound of coffins being slammed at the Chang family cemetery!

But the guy said that the trouble happened ten years ago and has long been stopped. How come it started again as soon as they arrived?

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji simultaneously restrained their breath and sneaked away silently.

After leaning against the pillars of the archway, they all saw that in the center of the cemetery, among the tombstones, there was a hole.

It was a very deep hole, with soil piled up beside it. It was freshly dug. A soft sound came from the hole.

Someone was digging a grave.

The two of them held their breath and waited for the person in the cave to come out on his own.

Less than half an incense stick of time later, two people jumped out from the dug grave.

Fortunately, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had good eyesight to tell that they were two people. Because these two people were like conjoined twins, one carrying the other, tightly connected together, and both wearing black clothes, it was extremely difficult to tell them apart.

The man who jumped up stood with his back to them, with long arms and legs. The man he was carrying had his head and limbs drooped, lifeless. But that was right, since he was dug out of a grave, he must be a dead person, and it was normal for him to be lifeless.

Just as he was thinking this, the gravedigger turned his head suddenly and saw them.

This man's face was covered with a thick black fog, making it impossible to see his facial features and appearance!

Wei Wuxian knew that he must have cast some strange spell to cover his face. Lan Wangji had already summoned Bichen and rushed into the cemetery to fight with him. The gravedigger reacted very quickly. Seeing Bichen's blue sword light coming, he made a sword gesture and summoned a sword light. However, this sword light, like his face, was entangled in the rolling black fog, and it was unclear what color and momentum it was. The gravedigger was carrying a corpse on his back and fighting in a weird posture. The two sword lights intersected several times, and Lan Wangji summoned Bichen and held it in his hand, and a layer of frost quickly covered his face.

Wei WuXian knew why he suddenly looked so stern. Because during the fight just now, even an outsider like him could clearly see that this gravedigger was very familiar with Lan WangJi’s swordsmanship!

Lan Wangji said nothing, and Bichen thrust harder, his sword intent overwhelming. The gravedigger retreated again and again, as if he knew that he was no match for Lan Wangji with a dead man on his back, and that he would be captured alive if they continued fighting, and suddenly he took out a dark blue talisman from his waist.

Teleporting Talisman!

This talisman can instantly transport a person thousands of miles away, but it also consumes a lot of spiritual power. It takes a long time for the user to recover. People with insufficient spiritual power are not qualified to use it. So although it is a top-notch treasure, few people use it. Seeing that he was about to escape, Wei Wuxian clapped his hands twice, knelt on one knee, and punched the ground.

The force of this punch penetrated through layers of soil, reaching deep into the soil and the thick coffin lid, giving the trapped dead an almost crazy stimulation. With a crackling sound, four bloody arms rose from the ground and suddenly grabbed the gravedigger's left and right legs!

The gravedigger didn't care, and poured his spiritual power into his feet, shaking off the four corpse hands. Wei Wuxian pulled out his bamboo flute, and the sharp and shrill tune tore through the falling night. Two heads broke out of the tomb, and the whole body followed suit, climbing up along the gravedigger's legs, wrapping around him like a snake, and opening its mouth to bite his neck and arms.

The gravedigger snorted disdainfully, as if saying "a mere trifle", and his spiritual power flowed throughout his body. However, this time, after he exerted his spiritual power, he suddenly realized that he had been fooled.

He also shook the corpse on his back away!

Wei Wuxian clapped his hands on the stele and laughed wildly. Lan Wangji took the limp corpse with one hand and stabbed with the other hand. The gravedigger saw that what he had just dug out had been taken away by someone else. He could not defeat Lan Wangji alone, not to mention that there was another person who was doing evil. He did not dare to stay any longer and threw the teleportation talisman under his feet. After a loud bang, rolling blue flames rose into the sky and his figure disappeared in the flames.

Wei Wuxian knew that the gravedigger had a teleportation talisman in his hand, so even if he was caught, he would be able to find a chance to escape. Leaving the body he dug out behind was already a clue, so he didn't feel sorry for it and walked over to Lan Wangji and said, "Look who he dug out."

He was slightly shocked when he saw it. The head of the corpse was broken. What was exposed was not blood, flesh or brain matter, but clumps of slightly blackened cotton wool.

Wei WuXian pulled the head off the corpse, and holding up the exquisitely made fake head, he asked, “What’s going on? There’s a fake corpse made of cotton and rags buried in the Chang family’s cemetery?”

Lan Wangji had just received the body and weighed it, realizing that it was strange, and said, "It's not completely fake."

Wei Wuxian touched the corpse all over and found that its limbs were all soft, and only the chest and abdomen felt hard and solid. He tore off the clothes and saw that, as expected, the torso was real, and the rest of the body was all fake.

The head and limbs made of cotton wool are used to "deceive" the torso, making it think that it is still attached to its owner. Judging from the skin color and the fractured surface of the left shoulder, it must be the torso of the good brother they are looking for. The gravedigger just now was actually here to dig it up.

Wei WuXian stood up and said, “It seems that the person who hid the body has noticed that we are investigating this matter. They came to move the torso in fear that we would dig it out. It’s better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. We just happened to run into them. Haha. However,” he changed his tone: “How come the misty man who dug the grave is so familiar with your family’s swordsmanship?”

Obviously, Lan Wangji was also thinking about this, and the frost on his face had not faded. Wei Wuxian said, "This man's cultivation is quite high, so high that he can afford to use a teleportation talisman. He cast a spell on both his face and his sword. Casting a spell on the face is understandable, as he is afraid of being recognized. But for ordinary unknown cultivators, there is no need to cast a spell on the sword to cover it up - unless his sword is a little famous in the cultivation world, or very famous, many people will recognize his sword light, and once it is used, it will be exposed, so he has to cover it up."

Wei WuXian asked tentatively, “HanGuang-Jun, you just fought with him. Do you think he is someone you are very familiar with?”

He couldn't say more specifically, for example, Lan Xichen. Or Lan Qiren.

Lan Wangji said affirmatively: “No.”

Wei Wuxian was very confident about Lan Wangji's answer. He thought Lan Wangji was not the kind of person who would cover up the facts or be afraid to face the truth. Since he said no, then it must be no. He didn't like lying either. In Wei Wuxian's opinion, if Lan Wangji lied, he would rather cast a silence spell on himself and not say anything. So Wei Wuxian immediately ruled out these two people and said, "That's even more complicated."

Lan Wangji placed the torso into another double-layered evil-sealing bag and put it away safely. The two of them walked around the area for a few times and then leisurely returned to the restaurant street.

The waiter really kept his word. Most of the other restaurants on this street were closed, but their sign was still up and the lights were on. The waiter was eating at the door with a big bowl in his hand. When he saw them, he said happily, "You're back! How's it going? We keep our word, right? Did you two see anything?"

Wei Wuxian smiled and responded with a few words, then he and Lan Wangji sat back in the seat they had sat in during the day.

The table at his feet was piled with wine jars. He said, "By the way, where were we talking about before? We were interrupted by that gravedigger who suddenly jumped out. I still don't know how Chang Ping died."

Lan Wangji continued to speak to him in a very concise manner.

Xue Yang, Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan and others left one after another, some disappeared, some died. Several years after the incident was exposed, one day, Chang Ping and the rest of his family were all tortured to death overnight. In addition, Chang Ping's eyes were dug out.

This time, no one could find out who the murderer was, after all, all the people involved had disappeared. However, one thing was certain.

The sword that Ling Chi and the others used to injure them was confirmed to be Xiao Xingchen's sword - Shuanghua.

Wei WuXian stopped drinking from his bowl of wine, stunned by this follow-up: “Lingchi was done by Xiao XingChen’s sword? Was he the one who did it?”

Lan Wangji said, “Xiao Xingchen is missing, and the matter has not yet been determined.”

Wei WuXian asked, “Since you can’t find anyone alive, have you tried summoning their spirits?”

Lan Wangji said, "I tried. To no avail."

If there is no result, then either he is not dead, or his soul has dispersed and disappeared. As everyone knows, Wei Wuxian must give his opinion on this matter: "When it comes to summoning souls, you can't say it's absolute. It all depends on the right time, right place, and right people. Sometimes mistakes can happen. I guess many people think it's Xiao Xingchen's revenge, right? Han Guang-jun, what do you think? What do you think?"

Lan Wangji shook his head slowly and said, "I won't comment without knowing the full story."

Wei Wuxian admired his attitude and principles very much, and took a sip of wine with a smile. Then he heard Lan Wangji say, "What do you think?"

Wei WuXian said, “Lingchi is a form of torture, which itself means ‘punishment’. And gouging out the eyes makes it hard not to think of Xiao Xingchen who also had his eyes gouged out. So it’s understandable that these people speculate that it was Xiao Xingchen’s revenge, but,” he thought about the wording and said, “I think that from the beginning, Xiao Xingchen didn’t intervene in this matter just to get Chang Ping’s gratitude. I…”

Before he could figure out what “I” was like, the waiter attentively brought up two plates of peanuts. Wei Wuxian was interrupted, so he didn’t need to continue. He looked up at Lan Wangji and said with a smile, “Hanguang-jun, why are you looking at me like that? I’m fine. I don’t know the whole story, so I won’t comment on it either. You’re right, no one can make arbitrary judgments on anything before knowing all the inside stories and the ins and outs. I only asked for five jars, but you bought me five more. I’m afraid I can’t finish them all by myself. How about you drink with me? This isn’t the Cloud Recesses, so it’s not against the rules, right?”

He was prepared to be rejected outright, but Lan Wangji said, "Drink."

Wei WuXian said with a sigh, “HanGuang-Jun, you have really changed. In the past, when I drank a small jar in front of you, you were so angry that you wanted to throw me over the wall and beat me. Now you are hiding Tian Zi Xiao in the house and drinking it secretly.”

Lan Wangji straightened his clothes and said calmly, "I didn't touch a single jar of Emperor's Smile."

Wei WuXian said, “If you don’t want to drink, why are you hiding it? Are you saving it for me? Okay, okay, if you haven’t touched it, then you haven’t touched it. Isn’t it enough to trust you? I won’t mention it anymore. Come on. I must see how many drinks this Gusu Lan family member, who never drinks, will get drunk.”

He poured a bowl for Lan Wangji, who took it without thinking and drank it. Wei Wuxian was inexplicably excited and stared at his face to see when he would blush. Unexpectedly, after staring for a long time, Lan Wangji's face and expression did not change at all, and his light-colored eyes stared at him calmly - no change at all!

Wei Wuxian was very disappointed and was about to persuade him to drink another jar of wine when Lan Wangji suddenly frowned and rubbed his brows gently. After a moment, he propped up his forehead with one hand and closed his eyes.

……Fell asleep?

……Fell asleep!

After drinking so much, most people should get drunk first and then fall asleep. How could Lan Wangji skip the step of getting drunk and fall asleep directly?!

What he wanted to see was the "Drunk" section!

Wei Wuxian waved at Lan Wangji, who was sleeping with a serious and upright face, and clapped his hands beside his ears. No response.

It turned out to be a complete mess.

Wei Wuxian had not expected this situation. He patted his thigh, thought for a moment, then put Lan Wangji's right hand around his neck and dragged him out of the tavern.

He was already very skilled at touching things on Lan Wangji's body. He took the purse, found an inn, asked for two rooms, sent Lan Wangji to one of them, took off his boots, covered him with a quilt, and went out in the night.

When they reached a remote and desolate place, Wei Wuxian pulled out the bamboo flute from his waist, brought it to his lips, played a tune, and then waited quietly.

During this period, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were together every day, with no time to be alone. He was also unable to summon Wen Ning. In addition to the fact that his identity was half-hidden before, there were other reasons.

Wen Ning had the lives of Gusu Lan Clan in his hands. Even if Lan Wangji treated him well, Wei Wuxian couldn't just summon Wen Ning in front of him. Or rather, it was precisely because Lan Wangji treated him well that Wei Wuxian didn't have the face to summon Wen Ning in front of him. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't be thick enough for this kind of thing.

When I came to my senses, I could hear the eerie sound of "ding-dong-dong".

Wen Ning's figure, with his head lowered, appeared in the shadow of the city wall in front.

He was dressed in pitch black, blending into the darkness around him. Only his pupil-less eyes were blindingly white and hideous.

Wei WuXian put his hands behind his back and walked slowly around him.

Wen Ning moved, as if trying to follow his steps and turn in a circle. Wei Wuxian said, “Stand still.”

He stood still obediently. His handsome face seemed even more melancholy.

Wei WuXian said, “Hand.”

Wen Ning stretched out his right hand. Wei Wuxian grabbed his wrist and lifted it up, carefully examining the iron ring and chain locked around his wrist.

This was no ordinary chain. When Wen Ning went berserk, he was extremely violent and could twist steel into mud with his bare hands. He would never let it drag on his body like this. This was probably a chain specially made for imprisoning Wen Ning.

Grind the bones and scatter ashes?

Even the remnants of the Yin Tiger Talisman had to be restored with great painstaking efforts. Of course, certain noble families were coveting the Ghost General. How could they be willing to grind his bones and scatter his ashes?

Wei Wuxian sneered, stood beside Wen Ning, thought for a moment, then reached out and slowly pressed his hand into his hair.

The person who kept Wen Ning and locked him up must not allow him to think for himself. To make him obey the orders of others, he would have to destroy Wen Ning's mind and plant something in his head. Sure enough, after pressing three times, Wei Wuxian pressed a hard little dot on a certain acupuncture point on the right side of his brain. He put his other hand on the symmetrical part of Wen Ning's left brain, and there was a similar little hard object, which seemed to be something like the end of a needle.

Wei WuXian pinched the ends of the needles at the same time and slowly pulled out two long black spikes from Wen Ning's head.

The two black nails were about an inch long and as thick as the red string that tied the jade pendant, and were deeply buried in Wen Ning's head. The moment the nails came out of his head, Wen Ning's facial features trembled slightly, and a layer of black blood-like substance crawled in the whites of his eyes, as if he was trying his best to endure the pain.

Even though he was a dead person, he could still feel the pain.

The two nails were engraved with intricate patterns, and their origins must be extraordinary. The person who made them was quite capable. If Wen Ning wanted to recover, he would have to wait for a long time. Wei Wuxian put them away, looked down at the chains on Wen Ning's wrists and ankles, and thought, it's not a good idea to keep them hanging around like this, making clanking noises. I have to find a magic sword to cut them off.

The first thing he thought of was, of course, Lan Wangji's Bichen. Although it was a bit inappropriate to use the Lan family's sword to help Wen Ning cut the chains, this was the most easily accessible immortal sword for him, and he couldn't let Wen Ning drag such a burden on his back.

Wei WuXian thought, “Well, let me go back to the inn first. If Lan Zhan is awake, I won’t lend it to him. If Lan Zhan is still asleep, I will borrow Bi Chen for a while.”

Having made up his mind, he turned around. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, Lan Wangji was standing behind him.