The sound of the bamboo poles hitting the ground appeared and disappeared, sometimes far away and sometimes near, making it impossible to determine the direction, let alone what was making this abrupt and strange sound.

Wei WuXian said, “Come here, stay close, don’t move, and don’t draw your swords.”

In the mist, a group of youngsters randomly drew their swords, which might not hurt the enemy, but might hurt themselves by mistake. After a moment, the sound stopped abruptly. After waiting for a while, a young man from a noble family whispered: "It's it again... How long will it follow us!"

Wei WuXian asked, “Has it been following you?”

Lan Sizhui said, "After we entered the city, the fog was too thick and we were afraid of getting separated, so we gathered together. Suddenly, we heard this sound. At that time, it was not so fast, but one after another, and it sounded very slowly. We could vaguely see a short shadow slowly walking in the white fog ahead. When we chased after it, it disappeared. After that, this sound kept following us."

Wei WuXian asked, “How short?”

Lan Sizhui gestured near his chest: "Very short and thin."

Wei WuXian asked, “How long have you been here?”

Lan Sizhui said, “Almost half an incense stick.”

“Half an incense stick?” Wei WuXian asked, “HanGuang-Jun, how long have we been here?”

Lan Wangji’s voice came from behind the misty white fog: “About an incense stick of time.”

“Look,” Wei WuXian said, “We’ve been here longer than you, how could you have gotten ahead of us? You had to turn back before you ran into us.”

Jin Ling finally couldn't help but interrupt: "We didn't turn back? We were always walking along this road, heading forward."

They are all moving forward, so could it be that this road has been tampered with and turned into a circular maze?

Wei WuXian asked, “Have you ever tried flying up there with a sword?”

Lan Sizhui said, "I tried it. I felt like I flew up a long distance, but I didn't actually go that high. And there were some blurry black shadows floating in the air. I didn't know what they were. I was worried that I couldn't handle it, so I came down."

Hearing this, everyone was silent for a while. The area around East Shu was foggy to begin with, and they had not paid attention to the white fog in the city at first. Now it seemed that this was probably not a naturally formed fog, but a demonic fog.

Lan Jingyi was shocked and asked, "Isn't this fog poisonous?!"

Wei WuXian said, “There shouldn’t be any poison. We’ve been in there for so long, and we’re still alive.”

Jin Ling said, "If I had known I would have brought the fairy here. It's all your damn donkey's fault."

Wei WuXian got goosebumps on his back when he heard the dog's name. Then he heard Lan JingYi say, "We haven't blamed your dog yet! It bit first and was kicked by Little Apple. Who should we blame? Anyway, neither of them can move now."

Wei WuXian said, “What?! My little apple was bitten by a dog?!”

Jin Ling: "How can that donkey compare to my spirit dog? The fairy was given to me by my uncle. If anything happens to it, even ten thousand donkeys can't compensate for it!"

Wei WuXian said nonsense, “Don’t use Lian Fang Zun to bully others. My Little Apple was a mount given to me by Han Guang Jun. How could you bring Little Apple down the mountain for a night hunt? And let it get hurt?!”

The younger generation of the Lan family said in unison: "You're lying!" They absolutely did not believe that Han Guang-Jun would choose that kind of mount to give away, and even if Lan Wangji did not refute it, they firmly refused to believe it. Lan Sizhui: "Well... I'm sorry, Mr. Mo. Your little Ping... donkey is noisy every day in the Cloud Recesses. The seniors have complained about it for a long time, and ordered us to drive it away when we go down the mountain for night hunting this time, so we..."

Jin Ling also didn’t believe that the donkey was a gift from Lan Wangji: “I hate that donkey. And why is it called Little Apple? How stupid!”

Lan Jingyi was still thinking, what if it was really sent by Han Guang-jun, that would be bad, so he quickly spoke up for it: "What's wrong with Little Apple? It loves to eat apples, so just call it Little Apple, how simple. This name is much better than raising a fat dog and calling it Fairy!"

Jin Ling: "How is the fairy fat?! Try to find a spirit dog that is more agile than it..."

Suddenly, there was complete silence.

After a while, Wei WuXian asked, “Is anyone else here?”

There were a lot of “umms” and “woops” from the area, indicating that everyone was there. Lan Wangji said coldly, “Noise.”

...actually silenced everyone at once. Wei WuXian couldn't help but touch his lips, feeling very lucky.

At this moment, footsteps were heard in the white fog in front of the left.

The footsteps were heavy and clumsy. Then, the same sound came from the front, the right front, the side, and the back. Although the fog was too thick to see the shadows, the stench of decay and stench had already drifted over.

Wei Wuxian naturally wouldn't take a few zombies seriously, so he blew a whistle softly, with the tail end slid out, with the intention of dismissing them. The zombies behind the mist heard the whistle and indeed paused for a moment.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, they suddenly rushed over!

Wei Wuxian had never expected that the rebuke order would not only have no effect, but would actually stimulate them. It was absolutely impossible for him to confuse the two different commands of "rebuke" and "stimulate"!

However, there was no time to think more at this moment. Seven or eight crooked figures appeared in the white fog. With the density of the white fog in Yicheng, being able to see their figures meant that they were very close!

Bichen's icy blue sword pierced through the white mist, surrounded everyone, and drew a sharp circle in the air, cutting several corpses in half, and then sheathed it. Wei Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief, and Lan Wangji whispered, "Why?"

Wei WuXian was also wondering why: “Why can’t the whistle order drive these zombies? They walk slowly and have a foul smell. They are definitely not high-level evil zombies. I should be able to scare them away by clapping my hands. If it’s because my whistle order suddenly failed, that’s impossible. They are not driven by spiritual power. This has never happened before…”

Suddenly, he thought of something and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back.

No. It's not that "this has never happened before". In fact, it has happened before, and more than once. There is indeed a kind of evil spirit that he cannot control.

That is - the evil corpse that is already under the control of the Yin Tiger Talisman!

Lan Wangji lifted the ban, and Lan Sizhui was able to speak again: "Hanguang-jun, is the situation dangerous? Should we leave the city immediately?"

"But the fog is so thick that we can't get through and we can't fly out..."

A young man from a noble family said, "It seems like there are more zombies coming!"

"How could that be? I didn't hear any footsteps?"

"I seem to hear strange breathing sounds..." The boy said, only to realize how ridiculous his words were. He shut up awkwardly. Another boy said, "I really admire you. Breathing sounds? A zombie is a dead person. How could there be any breathing sounds?"

Before he finished speaking, another sturdy figure rushed over. Bichen unsheathed again, and the head and body of the shadow separated, making a strange "splashing" sound. Several children from aristocratic families who were nearby screamed in surprise. Wei Wuxian was worried that they were injured, so he hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

Lan Jingyi said, "Something sprayed out of the corpse, it seemed to be some kind of powder. It tasted bitter, sweet, and fishy!" He was very unlucky. Just now, he just wanted to speak, and a lot of dust got into his mouth. He didn't care about his manners and "Pooh" several times in a row. The stuff sprayed out of the corpse was not trivial. The powder was still raging in the air. If you rashly get close and inhale it into your lungs, it would be more serious than eating it. Wei Wuxian said, "All of you stand away from that place! Come over quickly, let me take a look."

Lan Jingyi said: "Oh. But I can't see you, where are you?"

It was pitch dark, and it was difficult to move. Wei Wuxian remembered that every time Bichen was unsheathed, its sword light could penetrate the white fog. He turned to Lan Wangji beside him and said, "Hanguang-jun, please draw your sword and let him come over."

Lan Wangji was standing next to him, but he didn't respond or move.

Suddenly, a clear ice-blue sword light appeared seven steps away.

...Where is Lan Wangji?

Then who is the person standing on his left and keeping silent? !

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian’s eyes went dark, and a dark face loomed over him.

The reason why it is black is that this face is covered with a thick layer of black fog!

The misty man stretched out his hand to grab the evil-sealing bag hanging at his waist. As soon as he grabbed it, the bag suddenly swelled up, the knot broke, and three tangled and resentful evil spirits burst out and attacked him head-on!

Wei WuXian laughed and said, “You want to steal the Sealing Evil Universe Bag? Then your eyesight is not good, what are you going to do with my Soul Locking Bag!”

Ever since he took away the torso that the gravedigger had just dug out at the Chang family cemetery in Liyang last time, leaving him empty-handed, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have been keeping a close eye on him, guessing that he would not give up and would wait for an opportunity to act, and that he might rob at any time. Sure enough, when they entered Yicheng, the gravedigger wanted to take advantage of the fog and the crowds to attack. He did succeed, but Wei Wuxian had already swapped the evil-sealing bag and the soul-locking bag that contained his left arm.

With a clang, the opponent leaped back and drew his sword. Immediately, the evil spirits screamed with hatred, as if they were chopped into pieces by his sword. Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "He is indeed a person with high cultivation." He immediately shouted, "Hanguang-jun, the grave diggers are here!"

Lan Wangji didn't need to be reminded. He knew something unusual had happened just by listening. He remained silent, while Bi Chen, who was moving like a shuttle with a sharp sword energy, answered.

The situation at this time was not optimistic. The gravedigger's sword was covered with a layer of black fog, so the sword light could not be seen and was also well hidden in the white fog. However, Lan Wangji's sword light could not be blocked. He was in the light, and the enemy was in the dark. The opponent had a high level of cultivation and was familiar with the Gusu Lan Clan's sword style. In addition, since they were both fighting blindly in the fog, he could do whatever he wanted, but Lan Wangji had to be careful not to hurt his own side by mistake, which was really a great disadvantage. When Wei Wuxian heard the sound of the sword hitting the blade, his heart tightened and he blurted out: "Lan Zhan? Are you hurt?!"

There was a slight groan from the distance, as if someone was injured in a vital part, but this was obviously not Lan Wangji's voice.

Lan Wangji said, “How is that possible?”

Wei WuXian smiled and said, “That’s right!”

The man seemed to sneer, and drew his sword to fight again. The light of Bichen and the sound of the swords clashing became farther and farther away. Wei Wuxian knew that Lan Wangji did not want to hurt them by mistake, so he deliberately led the battlefield away to deal with the gravedigger. The rest would naturally be left to him. He turned around and said, "What about the person who inhaled the powder?"

Lan Sizhui said: "They can't stand it anymore!"

Wei WuXian said, “Come to the middle and count.”

Fortunately, after dealing with a wave of zombies and luring away a gravedigger, there were no more disturbances. The sound of the bamboo pole hitting the ground did not come out to cause trouble. The remaining children of the noble families gathered together and counted the number of people. Not a single one was missing. Wei Wuxian took Lan Jingyi and touched his forehead. He felt a little hot. He touched the other teenagers who inhaled the dust sprayed by the zombies and found the same. He lifted Lan Jingyi's eyelids and said, "Stick out your tongue and see, ah."

Lan Jingyi: “Ah.”

Wei WuXian: “Yes. Congratulations, I’ve been poisoned.”

Jin Ling: "What's there to congratulate?!"

Wei WuXian said: “It is also a life experience, something to talk about when you are old.”

The cause of corpse poison is usually being bitten by a corpse, or the wound is contaminated with the necrotic blood of a corpse. Immortal cultivators rarely let the walking corpses get close to them to bite them, and no one carries pills to treat corpse poison with them all day. Lan Sizhui said worriedly, "Mr. Mo, will they be okay?"

Wei WuXian said: “It’s fine now, but once it flows into the blood and spreads throughout the body and into the heart, there will be no hope for recovery.”

Lan Sizhui said: "What will happen?"

Wei WuXian said, “Whatever happens to the corpse, happens to you. At best, it will rot and stink, and at worst, it will turn into a hairy zombie. From now on, you can only jump around.”

The young men from the noble families who were poisoned all gasped.

Wei WuXian asked, “You want to get treated, right?”

Everyone nodded vigorously, and Wei WuXian said, "If you want to be cured, listen carefully. From now on, everyone must listen to me obediently. Everyone must listen."

Although many of these young men didn't know him, seeing that he could treat Han Guang-Jun as an equal, was close to him, and could call him by his name, plus they were in Yicheng, which was filled with evil fog and ghostly aura, and now they were poisoned and had a fever, they were worried and instinctively wanted to find someone to rely on. Wei WuXian always spoke with an inexplicable confidence that he didn't worry about anything, so they couldn't help but be led by him by the nose, and responded in unison: "Okay!"

Wei WuXian pressed on: “Do whatever I tell you to do, and don’t disobey. Do you understand?”

"clear!"

Wei WuXian clapped his hands and said, “Everyone, stand up. Those who are not poisoned should carry the poisoned ones on their backs. It’s best if you carry them. If you carry them, remember to keep their heads and hearts facing upwards.”

Lan Jingyi said: "I can walk, why do I have to be carried?"

Wei WuXian said: “Brother, if you jump around, the blood will flow quickly and vigorously, and it will flow into the heart quickly. So, you must move less, and it’s best not to move at all.”

The boys immediately stood like a stiff board, and were carried by their companions. One boy was carried on the back of his fellow disciple, muttering, "The walking corpse that sprayed the corpse poison powder just now can really breathe."

The young man who was carrying him complained breathlessly: "I told you, those who can breathe are alive."

Lan Sizhui asked, "Mr. Mo, we have carried the things on our backs. Where are we going?"

The most obedient and worry-free one was Lan Sizhui. Wei Wuxian said, "You can't leave the city for the time being. Go and knock on the door."

Jin Ling asked, "What door are you knocking on?"

Wei WuXian thought for a moment and said, “Besides a house, is there anything else with a door?”

Jin Ling said, "You want us to go into these houses? It's dangerous outside, who knows what else is hiding inside the house, spying on us."

As soon as he said this, everyone immediately felt that there really were many pairs of eyes hiding behind the thick fog and the house, closely watching their every move and every word, and they couldn't help but feel terrified. Wei Wuxian said: "Yes, it's hard to say whether it's more dangerous outside or inside the house. But it's already like this outside, it can't be any worse inside. Let's go, there's no time to lose, we have to detoxify."

Everyone had no choice but to follow Wei Wuxian's instructions. Each person held the sword sheath of the person in front of them to prevent themselves from getting separated in the fog, and they knocked on doors one by one. Jin Ling knocked hard for a long time, but heard no response from the house, so he said, "It seems that there is no one in this room. Let's go in."

Wei WuXian's voice floated from afar: "Who told you to go in when no one is around? Keep knocking. The room you want to enter is occupied."

Jin Ling asked: "Are you looking for someone else?"

Wei WuXian said, “Yes. Knock it hard. You knocked too hard just now. It was very rude.”

Jin Ling was so angry that he almost kicked the wooden door down, but in the end... he stomped his feet hard on the ground.

Every door on this long street was tightly shut, and no matter how hard he knocked, it remained unmoved. Jin Ling became more and more annoyed as he knocked, but he used less force. Lan Sizhui, however, remained calm, knocking on the thirteenth shop and repeating the same words he had repeated several times: "Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Suddenly, the door moved, and a thin black crack opened.

It was dark inside the door, and I couldn't see what was behind the crack. The person who opened the door didn't say anything. The teenagers who were close to him couldn't help but take a small step back.

Lan Sizhui calmed himself down and asked, "Excuse me, are you the owner?"

After a while, an old and strange voice leaked out from the crack of the door: "Yes."

Wei Wuxian walked over, patted Lan Sizhui's shoulder, asked him to step back, and said, "Shopkeeper, we are new to your place. The fog is so thick that we lost our way. We have been walking for a long time and are a little tired. I wonder if you can let us use your shop to rest for a while?"

The strange voice said, "My shop is not a place for people to rest."

Wei WuXian didn’t seem to notice anything was wrong at all, and said calmly, “It’s a relief that no one is left in the other shops. Is the shop owner really unwilling to give me a break? There’s a big reward for that.”

Jin Ling couldn't help but ask, "Where do you get the money to pay the high reward? Please tell me first, I won't lend it to you."

Wei Wuxian waved a small exquisite purse in front of him and said, “Look, what is this?” Lan Jingyi was shocked: “You are so bold! This belongs to Han Guang-jun!”

As they were arguing, the door was slightly opened. Although the furnishings in the room were still unclear, it was clear that an old lady with gray hair and an expressionless face was standing behind the door.

Although the old lady was hunched over and looked very old at first glance, she actually did not have many wrinkles or age spots, and could be called an old lady. She opened the door and stepped aside, apparently willing to let them in.

Jin Ling was greatly surprised and whispered, "She actually wanted to let someone in?"

Wei WuXian also whispered, “Of course, one of my feet is stuck in the door, and she can’t close it even if she wants to. If she doesn’t let me in, I’ll just kick the door.”

Jin Ling: “…”

This Yicheng is already eerie and spooky, and the people who live here are definitely not ordinary people. The old lady's behavior is so suspicious that a group of young men from aristocratic families are worried. Although they are unwilling to enter the house, they have no choice but to pick up their companions who are standing stiff and dare not move after being poisoned and enter the house one after another. The old lady watched coldly at the side, and when they entered the door, she immediately closed it. The room was immediately dark again. Wei Wuxian asked, "Why doesn't the owner of the store light a lamp?"

The old lady said, "The lamp is on the table, light it yourself."

Lan Sizhui happened to be standing next to a table, and he slowly groped around until he found an oil lamp, which left his hands covered in old ash. He took out a fire talisman, blew it to light it, and just as he brought it close to the wick, he accidentally raised his eyes and glanced at it. In an instant, a gust of cold air rushed from his feet to the top of his head, and his scalp went numb.

The main room of the shop was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, all with their eyes wide open, staring at them without blinking!