This time, Wei WuXian did not close his eyes all night. He held on until the morning of the next day. He felt the soreness and numbness in his body had passed and his limbs could move again. He then calmly took off his shirt under the quilt and threw it under the bed.

Then, he pulled down Lan Wangji's belt and forcibly stripped off a section of his shirt. He originally wanted to take off his clothes as well, but halfway through, he saw the brand under Lan Wangji's collarbone, and Wei Wuxian was slightly startled, and involuntarily stopped, and remembered the whip marks on his back, knowing that something was wrong, and immediately pulled Lan Wangji's clothes back on. Just like this delay, Lan Wangji seemed to feel the chill, moved slightly, frowned, and slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he rolled off the bed.

It's no wonder that the elegant Han Guangjun was too frightened and became not elegant at all. What man would wake up early the next morning after a hangover and see another man lying naked next to him, with his shirt half stripped off, and the two of them tightly squeezed together in the same bed and quilt? He would not have the time to be elegant.

Wei Wuxian half-covered his chest with the quilt, leaving only his smooth, bare shoulders exposed. Lan Wangji: “You…”

Wei WuXian hummed with a nasal tone: “Hmm?”

Lan Wangji said: "Last night, I..."

Wei WuXian blinked his left eye at him, resting his chin on one hand, and smiled strangely: “You were so unrestrained last night, HanGuang-Jun.”

“…”

Wei WuXian asked, “You don’t remember anything about last night?”

It seemed like he really didn’t remember, Lan Wangji’s face turned pale.

It’s better that he doesn’t remember. Otherwise, if Lan Wangji still remembers that he secretly went out to summon Wen Ning in the middle of the night and asks about it, it would be bad for Wei Wuxian to lie or tell the truth.

After so many times of failing to flirt with Lan Wangji and then shooting himself in the foot, Wei Wuxian finally regained his former prestige and regained some of his strength. Although he wanted to press on, he couldn't let Lan Wangji have a trauma and become wary the next time he wanted to trick him into drinking and playing. Wei Wuxian pulled back the quilt and showed him his neatly clad pants and boots: "What a chaste man! Hanguang-jun, I just took off our clothes as a joke. You are still innocent and have not been defiled, please rest assured!"

Lan Wangji froze in place, and before he could reply, the sound of shattering porcelain could be heard in the center of the room.

This sound was not unfamiliar. It was the second time he had heard it. The evil-sealing bags on the table were agitated again, overturning the teapot and teacups. This time, they were even more ferocious, all three of them at once. Last night, one of them was drunk and the other was tortured, so they naturally forgot about the ensemble. Wei Wuxian was worried that Lan Wangji would be too frightened and impulsive, and accidentally stabbed him to death on the bed, so he hurriedly said, "Business, come on, let's do business first."

He grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, rolled off the bed, and reached out to Lan Wangji who had just stood up. He wanted to pull him, but it looked like he was going to tear his clothes. Before Lan Wangji could recover, he took a step back and was tripped by something under his feet. He looked down and found that it was the Bichen Sword that had been lying there all night.

At this time, the rope that tied the bag had been loosened, and a pale hand had half crawled out of the small Qiankun bag. Wei Wuxian reached into Lan Wangji's half-open arms and took out a flute, saying, "Han Guang-jun, don't be afraid. I don't want to do anything to you, but you stole my flute last night, and I have to take it back." After saying that, he considerately helped him pull his clothes onto his shoulders and tied the belt.

Lan Wangji looked at him with a complicated expression, as if he wanted to ask about the details of his drunkenness last night, but he was used to doing business first, so he forced himself to hold back, restrained his expression, and took out the seven-stringed harp. Three evil-sealing bags, one sealed the left arm, one sealed the legs, and one sealed the torso. These three parts can already form most of a body. They affect each other, and the resentment increases exponentially, becoming more difficult than before. The two played "Rest" three times in a row, and the restlessness gradually subsided.

Wei WuXian put away his flute and was about to clean up the corpses that were rolling all over the floor when he suddenly exclaimed, "My good brother, you have practiced well."

The shroud that was wrapped around the torso had been undone, and the collar was pulled sideways, revealing a young man's solid and powerful body, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, distinct abdominal muscles, strong but not exaggerated, exactly the masculine physique that countless men dream of. Looking at him from all angles, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but pat his abdominal muscles twice, saying, "Hanguang-jun, look at him. If he were alive, I would hit him with a palm and he would probably be hit by the rebound and injured. How did he train this?"

Lan Wangji's eyebrows seemed to twist for a moment, but he didn't say anything. Wei Wuxian clapped his hands twice more, and he finally took out the Sealing Evil Bag with a blank expression, and silently began to seal the body. Wei Wuxian hurriedly stepped aside. In a moment, Lan Wangji sealed all the limbs back, and tied several knots in a row. Wei Wuxian didn't feel anything strange, he looked down at the physique of his body, raised his eyebrows, tied his belt, and looked like a human again.

He took a glance and saw that Lan Wangji was still looking at him intentionally or unintentionally after he put away the Qiankun bag. His eyes seemed to be full of words that he wanted to say but stopped. He deliberately said, "Hanguang-jun, why are you looking at me like that? Are you still worried? Believe me, I really didn't do anything to you last night, and of course, you didn't do anything to me either."

Lan Wangji pondered for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and whispered, "Last night, in addition to snatching the flute, I..."

Wei WuXian said, “You? You did something else, right? Not much, just said a lot of words.”

The Adam's apple on Lan Wangji's snow-white neck moved slightly: "...What are you talking about?"

Wei WuXian: “It’s nothing important. It’s just, um, for example, you really like…”

Lan Wangji’s gaze froze.

Wei WuXian said, “I really like rabbits.”

“…”

Lan Wangji closed his eyes and turned his head away. Wei Wuxian said considerately, “It’s okay! Rabbits are so cute, who doesn’t like them? I like them too, I like to eat them hahahahaha! Come on, Hanguang-jun, you drank so much last night… well, not much, you were so drunk last night, I’m afraid you’ll feel a little uncomfortable this morning, wash your face, drink some water and sit for a while, when you’re better we’ll set off again, this time it means south by west. I’ll go downstairs to buy breakfast first, I won’t disturb you anymore.”

He was about to leave when Lan Wangji said coldly, “Wait.”

Wei WuXian turned around: “What?”

Lan Wangji stared at him for a long while, and finally said, "Do you have money?"

Wei WuXian smiled and said, “Yes! Don’t I know where you put the money? I’ll bring you a copy soon. HanGuang-Jun, take your time. There’s no rush.”

He walked out of the room, closed the door, and stood in the corridor, laughing silently for a while.

Lan Wangji seemed to be hit hard, and he locked himself in the room for a long time. While waiting for him, Wei Wuxian went downstairs leisurely, walked around the street for a few times, bought some food, sat on the steps, ate and squinted in the sun. After basking for a while, a group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old children ran by on the street.

The child in the front was running very fast, holding a long string in his hand. At the end of the string, a kite was flying up and down. The child behind was holding a toy bow, shouting and chasing the kite to shoot arrows.

Wei Wuxian used to love playing this game. Archery is a required skill for every child of an aristocratic family, but most of them don't like to shoot targets in a proper manner. Except for shooting monsters and ghosts when going out for night hunting, they like to shoot kites like this. Each person has one, and whoever lets fly the highest, the farthest, and the most accurate is the winner. This game was originally only popular among the young children of the various immortal families. After it spread, children from ordinary families also liked it very much. However, the lethality of their small arrows was far less than that of these children of aristocratic families with excellent skills and talents.

When Wei Wuxian was in the Lotus Pier, he played kite shooting with the Jiang family disciples and won first place many times. Jiang Cheng was always second. His kite either flew too far for arrows to reach, or he did reach it, but not as far as Wei Wuxian's kite. Their kites were a whole circle bigger than others, and were made in the shape of a flying monster, with bright and extravagant colors, a big mouth, and several pointed tails swaying in the wind. From a distance, it looked very vivid and lively, not very ferocious, but rather a bit adorable. Jiang Fengmian made the skeleton himself, and then asked Jiang Yanli to draw it for them, so every time they took their kites out to compete, they felt proud.

Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian smiled slightly and looked up to see what the kite that the children had flown looked like. It was a large round golden kite. He wondered, "What is this? A sesame seed cake? Or some other monster that I don't know about?"

At this time, a gust of wind blew. The kite was not flying high to begin with, and it was not placed in an open area, so it fell down. A child shouted, "Oh, the sun has fallen down!"

Wei WuXian immediately understood that these kids were probably playing a game imitating the Sun Shooting Conquest.

This place is Liyang. When the Wen family of Qishan was at its peak, they were arrogant and domineering everywhere. Liyang is not far from Qishan, and the locals must have suffered a lot. They were either disturbed by the monsters that were not properly locked up by the Wen family, or bullied by the domineering monks of the Wen family. After the Sun Shooting Campaign, the Wen family was suppressed by the joint efforts of various families, and the century-old foundation collapsed in an instant. Many places around Qishan are happy to hold activities to celebrate the destruction of the Wen family, and it has even evolved into a tradition. This game can probably be considered a kind of.

The children stopped chasing and gathered together in a panic, starting to discuss: "What should we do? The sun fell down before we could shoot it. Who will be the boss now?"

One person raised his hand: "Of course it's me! I'm Jin Guangyao, and I killed the big villain of the Wen family!"

Wei Wuxian sat on the steps in front of the inn, watching with great interest.

In this kind of game, the now glorious Immortal Supervisor Lian Fangzun is of course the most popular character. Although his origin is difficult to talk about, it is precisely because of this that his achievement in climbing to a high position is even more admirable. During the Shooting Sun Campaign, he was undercover for several years like a fish in water, deceiving the entire Qishan Wen Clan inside and out, and leaking countless secrets without knowing it. After the Shooting Sun Campaign, he flattered and was clever in every way, using all kinds of means, and finally sat on the position of Immortal Supervisor and became the well-deserved number one of the Hundred Clan. Such a life is legendary. If he were to play, he would also like to try to be Jin Guangyao for once. It makes sense to choose this kid as the boss!

Another protested, "I'm Nie Mingjue. I've won the most battles and captured the most prisoners. I'm the boss!"

"Jin Guangyao" said: "But I am the Immortal Supervisor."

“Nie Mingjue” raised his fist and said, “So what if you are the Immortal Supervisor? You are also my third brother. You will run away when you see me.”

"Jin Guangyao" really cooperated and was very into the role. He just shrugged and ran away. Another person said, "You short-lived ghost."

Since he had chosen to be a certain immortal leader, he naturally had some admiration and love for this immortal leader. "Nie Mingjue" was angry: "Jin Zixuan, you died earlier than me, and your life was even shorter!"

"Jin Zixuan" was dissatisfied and said: "What's wrong with being short-lived? I'm ranked third!"

"Ranking third is just the face ranking third!"

At this time, a little boy who seemed to be tired of running and standing also came to the side of the stairs and sat down next to Wei Wuxian. He waved his hand and said like a peacemaker, "Alright, alright, don't argue. I'm the Yiling Patriarch, I'm the most powerful. I think I should just be the boss."

Wei WuXian: “…”

He looked down and saw that, sure enough, the kid had a thin wooden stick stuck in his waist, probably Chen Qing.

Only a child like this would be so naive as not to care about good and evil, and only argue about fighting power, and would be willing to do the honor of being the Yiling Patriarch.

Another person said, "No, I am the Three Poisons Master. I am the most powerful."

The Yiling Patriarch said with great understanding: "Jiang Cheng, what can you compare to me? You have always lost to me. How dare you say that you are the best? Aren't you ashamed?"

"Jiang Cheng" said: "Humph, I am not as good as you? Do you remember how you died?"

The faint smile on Wei Wuxian's face disappeared instantly.

It was like being pricked unexpectedly by a highly poisonous needle, and a slight stinging pain suddenly came all over the body.

The "Yiling Patriarch" next to him clapped his hands and said, "Look at me! With Chen Qing in my left hand, the tiger talisman in my right hand, and a ghost general, I am invincible! Hahahaha..." He held a stick in his left hand and a stone in his right hand, laughed wildly, and said, "Where's Wen Ning? Come out!" A little boy raised his hand behind the crowd and said weakly, "I'm here...that...I want to say...I was not dead during the Sun Shooting Campaign..."

Wei WuXian felt he had to interrupt.

He said: "My fellow immortals, can I ask a question?"

When these children played this game, they had never been interfered by adults, let alone scolded, but asked serious questions. The "Yiling Patriarch" looked at him curiously and warily: "What do you want to ask?"

Wei WuXian asked, “Why is there no one from the Gusu Lan Sect?”

"Yes, I have."

"Where?"

The Yiling Patriarch pointed at a child who hadn't spoken a word from beginning to end and said, "That's it."

Wei WuXian took a look and saw that the boy was indeed very handsome. He had a white string tied around his smooth forehead, acting as a headband. He asked, "Who is he?"

The Yiling Patriarch curled his lips in disdain and said, "Lan Wangji!"

...Okay. These kids got the essence. To play Lan Wangji, they really should keep their mouths shut!

Suddenly, the corners of Wei Wuxian's mouth curved up again.

The poisonous needle was pulled out and thrown into some corner. All the stinging pain disappeared instantly. Wei Wuxian said to himself, "How strange. How can such a boring person always make me so happy?"

When Lan Wangji came downstairs, he saw Wei Wuxian sitting on the steps, with a group of children sitting next to him and sharing buns. Wei Wuxian was eating buns while instructing the two children in front of him who were sitting back to back: "...Now there are tens of millions of Wen family monks in front of you, all fully armed, surrounding you tightly, and your eyes are sharp, that's right. Okay, Lan Wangji, pay attention, you are not the usual you now, you are covered in blood! You are full of murderous aura! Your eyes are fierce! Wei Wuxian, come closer to him, can you spin the flute? Spin it and see, spin it with one hand. Be cool, do you know what cool means? Come to me and I will teach you." "Wei Wuxian" said, and handed him a small thin wooden stick in his hand. Wei Wuxian skillfully spun "Chen Qing" between two fingers, attracting a group of children to gather around and marvel.

Lan Wangji: “…”

Walking silently, Wei Wuxian saw him coming, brushed off the dust from under his butt, and said goodbye to the children. He finally stood up, walked along the road, laughing along the way, as if he was poisoned.

Lan Wangji: “…”

Wei Wuxian: “Hahahahahaha, I’m sorry, Hanguang-jun, I shared the breakfast I bought for you with them. Let’s buy another one later.”

Lan Wangji: “Yeah.”

Wei WuXian: “How about it, are those two kids cute? Who do you think the one with a rope tied around his head is imitating? Hahahaha…”

After a while of silence, Lan Wangji finally couldn't help but ask, "...what else did I do last night?"

It must not be that simple, otherwise why would Wei Wuxian be laughing until now???

Wei WuXian waved his hands repeatedly and said, “No, no, no, no. You didn’t do anything, I was just bored, hahahahahaha…Okay, ahem, HanGuang-Jun, I have to get down to business.”

Lan Wangji said, “Speak.”

Wei WuXian said seriously, “The sound of banging coffins at the Chang family cemetery has been silent for ten years, but it suddenly reappeared. This is definitely not a coincidence. There must be a triggering factor.”

Lan Wangji asked, “What do you think the inducement was?”

Wei WuXian said: “That’s a good question. I think the trigger was that the torso was dug out.”

Lan Wangji said, “Yeah.”

His expression was so focused that it reminded Wei WuXian of the serious look on his face when he held two of his fingers when he was drunk last night. He suppressed his smile painfully and said seriously, “I think dismembering a body is not just a means of revenge and venting hatred, but a vicious method of suppression. The dismemberer deliberately chose the places where strange phenomena were occurring to place the body parts.”

Lan Wangji said: "Fight poison with poison, check and balance each other, and maintain balance."

Wei WuXian said, “That’s right. So when the gravedigger dug out the torso yesterday, there was nothing to suppress the Chang family’s evil spirit, so the sound of banging on the coffin started again. The principle is the same as the method used by the Qinghe Nie Clan’s Saber Hall to suppress the Saber Spirits and Wall Corpses. Maybe he learned it from the Nie Clan’s Saber Hall. It seems that this person has a close relationship with both the Qinghe Nie Clan and the Gusu Lan Clan. I’m afraid he is not a cheap character.”

Lan Wangji said: “There aren’t many people like this.”

Wei WuXian said, “Yes. They are gradually coming to the surface. Also, since they have started to move the bodies, it means that they are getting anxious and will definitely make some moves next. Even if we don’t look for them, they will look for us. Sooner or later, more clues will be revealed. Besides, our good brother’s hand will point us in the direction. However, we probably have to move faster. We only have one right hand and one head left, so we must get there before them.”

The two of them went down southwest, and this time, the place pointed by their left hand was the foggy Shudong.

A ghost town that the locals avoid.