Lan Jingyi peeked through the crack in the door, then blocked the crack with his body, and said in astonishment, "So, so, so many!"

Wei WuXian asked, “Walking corpses? How many?”

Lan Jingyi said, "I don't know! There are hundreds of them all over the street! And the number is increasing! I think those two paper figures can't hold on any longer!"

If the pair of paper figures guarding the door could not hold, the zombies on the street outside would rush into the store. If they were killed, they would be poisoned by the corpse poison powder, and if they fought hard, the poison would flow away very quickly; if they were not killed, they would be torn to death. Xiao Xingchen held the sword and tried to push the door open, probably wanting to resist with his remaining strength, but a layer of purple-red gas surged on his cheeks, and he fell to the ground. Wei Wuxian said, "Just sit there and relax. It will be solved soon."

He casually cut his right index finger on Lan Jingyi's sword, blood dripping. Lan Jingyi said, "Are you going to use the eye-pointing technique again? Point at each paper figure's eye socket twice. How much blood will you bleed after that? Do you want me to give you some?"

Immediately, other teenagers rolled up their sleeves and said, "I can share some as well..."

Wei WuXian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “No need. Do you have any blank talismans?”

These noble family children were still young, and had not yet cultivated to the point where they could draw and use talismans immediately, so the talismans they carried were all already drawn. Lan Sizhui shook his head and said, “No.” Wei Wuxian didn’t care, “Drawn ones are fine too.”

Lan Sizhui then took out a stack of yellow talismans from his Qiankun bag. Wei Wuxian only took one, glanced at it, and put his right index and middle fingers together to draw on the talisman path drawn by cinnabar from top to bottom. The deep red blood and the red cinnabar combined to form a new rune. With a flick of his wrist, the yellow talisman and the red words spontaneously combusted in the air. Wei Wuxian stretched out his left hand, caught the talisman ashes that fell slowly after burning, closed his five fingers, lowered his head slightly, and opened his fingers while gently blowing the black ashes in his palm towards the rows of paper figures, whispering: "Wildfires cannot burn them all, spring breezes will bring them back to life."

The ash fell on my face.

A Yin Li warrior standing at the front suddenly picked up the machete hanging at his feet and put it on his shoulder.

Next to him, a paper beauty with towering hair and luxurious clothes slowly raised her right hand, her slender five fingers flexibly turning, as if she was a lazy lady, casually admiring her long scarlet nails. At the feet of the beauty stood two golden boys and jade girls. The golden boy playfully pulled the jade girl's braids, and the jade girl stuck out her tongue at him. A nearly nine-inch long tongue suddenly stretched out from her little mouth, poking a big hole in the boy's chest like a venomous snake, and then retracted it, poisonous and cruel. The golden boy opened his mouth wide, revealing two rows of sharp white teeth, and bit her arm. The two paper children actually started fighting first.

Twenty or thirty paper figures began to sway from side to side, one after another, as if stretching their muscles, whispering to each other as they swayed, and the rustling sound rose and fell in all directions. They were not living people, but they looked better than living people.

Wei WuXian said, “Hold your breath.”

After saying this, he stepped aside to make way for the door, bowed slightly, and made an inviting gesture.

The wooden door suddenly opened again, and the sweet and rotten smell of corpse poison powder poured in. Everyone immediately covered their mouths and raised their sleeves to block it. Yin Lishi roared and rushed out first, and the rest of the paper people followed one after another.

The wooden door closed again behind the last paper man. Wei WuXian asked, “No one was sucked in, right?”

Everyone said no. Wei Wuxian helped Xiao Xingchen up and wanted to find a place for him to lie down, but he found that there was no place. He could only sit on the cold and dusty ground. Xiao Xingchen still held his Shuanghua sword tightly. He finally woke up from his semi-coma, coughed a few times, and said weakly: "What did you just do... to summon a general?"

Wei WuXian said, “I roughly understand.”

Xiao Xingchen thought about it and smiled, "Well... it is indeed the best way to kill these zombies."

After a pause, he said, "However, practicing this way will easily lead to backlash from evil spirits. Even the founder of this way, the Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian, was not immune. My personal suggestion is that you should be more careful in the future, and use it less often unless it is absolutely necessary. Practice other things more often..."

Wei WuXian sighed inwardly and said, “Thank you for your advice.”

Most famous monks would clearly stand their ground, draw a line, and express their irreconcilability with someone. However, his junior uncle, when he was almost dying, still advised him tactfully, reminding him to be careful of backlash, which shows that he is a very gentle, kind and soft-hearted person. Looking at the thick bandage on Xiao Xingchen's eyes and thinking of his experience, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but sigh.

Generally, only young people who are not well-versed in the world would be more curious about these unorthodox ways than disgusted and denounce them. Except for Jin Ling who had a very unpleasant expression, the others crowded in front of the door to watch the fight: "Help... That female paper figurine's nails are so scary, one scratch from her will leave five grooves." "Why is that little girl's tongue so long and hard? Is she a hanged ghost?" "The man is so strong! He can actually lift so many zombies at once, he's going to throw them to the ground! Look! He's falling! He's broken!"

After Xiao Xingchen pulled Wen Yan for a while, Wei Wuxian took the last bowl of glutinous rice porridge on the table and said, "You are already deeply poisoned. Here is a bowl of something that may help you relieve the poison, or it may be useless and very unpalatable. Do you want to try it? If you don't want to live, forget it."

Xiao Xingchen took the bowl with both hands and said, "Of course I want to live. I'd better live as much as possible."

However, he lowered his head and took a sip, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He held it tightly to prevent himself from spitting it out. After a long while, he politely said, "Thank you."

Wei WuXian turned around and said, “Did you see that? Did you see that? What did I say? You are the only ones who are so squeamish and cunning. You ate the porridge I cooked and still complained.”

Jin Ling asked, "Did you cook that? What else did you do besides adding a bunch of weird stuff to the pot at the end?"

Xiao Xingchen said: "But I just thought about it. If I have to eat this every day, I will choose death."

Jin Ling laughed mercilessly and loudly, and even Lan Sizhui couldn't hold it back and laughed. Wei Wuxian looked at them speechlessly, and Lan Sizhui quickly became serious. At this time, Lan Jingyi said happily: "Okay, we've killed them all. We won!"

Xiao Xingchen quickly put down the bowl and said, "Don't open the door yet. Be careful, I'm afraid he will come again..."

Wei WuXian said, “Don’t put down the bowl, pick it up and drink it.” As he spoke, he approached the wooden door and looked out through the crack. After an inhuman fight, the streets were filled with a thin white mist and purple-red dust. The corpse poison powder was gradually dissipating, and the group of paper figures were walking slowly on the streets, patrolling the corpses all over the ground. If they found any that could still move, they would step on them hard until they were completely rotten into a pool of meat paste.

Apart from that, it was quiet. No new zombies had arrived yet.

Just when Wei WuXian was about to relax, he felt a very slight movement from above his head.

The sound was too hard to detect. It seemed like someone was walking very fast on the tiles, but the person's movements were extremely light and strange, and the footsteps were almost inaudible. Wei Wuxian's five senses were very sensitive, so he caught the subtle collision between the tiles. This movement could not be hidden from Xiao Xingchen, a blind man, and he reminded: "Above!"

Wei WuXian shouted, “Disperse!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a big hole appeared in the roof above the main hall, and broken tiles, dust, and grass leaves fell like rain. Fortunately, many young people had already dispersed quickly, so no one was injured. A black figure fell from the hole above the roof.

This man was dressed in a black Taoist robe, tall, with a straight back, standing like a pine tree. He had a whisk on his back, a long sword in his hand, a handsome face, and his head was slightly raised, looking very aloof.

However, there were no pupils in his eyes, which were dead white.

A vicious corpse!

Just as everyone was sure of this, he thrust his sword forward.

He stabbed Jin Ling, who was closest to him. Jin Ling blocked with his sword, but felt the power from the sword was so great that his arm was numb. If it weren't for the extraordinary spiritual power of his sword "Sui Hua", he would have been killed by the sword. The black-clothed vicious corpse failed to hit with the first sword, so he stabbed again, with a smooth and ruthless sword, and this time he stabbed directly at Jin Ling's arm. In a hurry, Xiao Xingchen drew his sword to block the attack for Jin Ling, but perhaps because of the poison in the corpse, he finally fell down and couldn't move. Lan Jingyi said in horror: "Is he dead or alive?! I've never seen such a..."

A ferocious corpse with such agile movements and superb swordsmanship!

He didn't finish the second half of the sentence because he immediately remembered that he had seen it before.

The same is true for Ghost General!

Wei Wuxian stared at the Taoist priest, his thoughts racing. He pulled out the bamboo flute from his waist and played a long, piercing tune that made everyone else cover their ears. When the Taoist priest heard the sound of the flute, his body swayed, and his sword-holding hand trembled, but he still stabbed with his sword!

Unable to control. This vicious corpse has an owner!

Wei Wuxian dodged the sword that came at him like thunder and lightning, and calmly blew out another tune. In a moment, the patrolling paper figures also jumped onto the roof and jumped down from the big hole. The Taoist corpse sensed something was wrong, and stabbed back with his right hand, splitting the two paper figures into four halves from head to toe. With his left hand, he drew out his whisk, and the millions of soft white silk threads seemed to turn into steel whips and poisonous stings, which could explode heads and limbs with a flick. If someone was accidentally swept by it, they would probably be stabbed into a bloody sieve. Wei Wuxian took the time out of his busy schedule to say, "Don't come over here, stay in the corner!" After saying that, he continued to urge the flute, and the sound was sometimes frivolous and sometimes high-pitched like anger. Although the Taoist used both hands and was extremely fierce, there were paper figures falling from above continuously, surrounding and attacking him. He hit one side and the other, killing people in front and behind, and he was powerless. Suddenly, a Yin warrior descended from the sky, hit him, stepped on his shoulder, and pinned him to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, three more Yin Li warriors jumped down from the hole above his head and hit him one after another.

It is said that Yin Lishi are extremely strong. When craftsmen pierce them, they will add some things to increase their weight. After being possessed by the summoned ghosts, they are even heavier than the other. Hitting one is like a mountain falling on one's head. Hitting four in a row, it is amazing that they did not vomit their internal organs. The fierce corpse in Taoist robes was pressed tightly by the four Yin Lishi and could not move.

Wei WuXian walked over and found a torn patch on his back. He smoothed it out and examined it. Under the torn patch, he could see a thin and narrow wound near his left shoulder blade. He said, “Turn over.”

The four Yin Lishi turned the Taoist over, facing up, so that he could examine him more easily. Wei Wuxian stretched out his finger with a cut on it and wiped it across their lips one by one, as a reward. The Yin Lishi stretched out their bright red paper tongues, licking the blood from their lips slowly and carefully, as if they were enjoying it. Wei Wuxian then lowered his head to continue his inspection. The Taoist also had the same damage near his heart on his left chest, the same narrow wound. It was as if he had been pierced through the heart by a sword and died.

The corpse had been struggling hard, growling softly from its throat, with dark blood flowing from the corners of its mouth. Wei Wuxian pinched his cheeks and forced him to open his mouth, and when he looked inside, he saw that his tongue had also been pulled out by the roots.

Blind eyes, pulled out tongue. Blind eyes, pulled out tongue.

Why do these two features appear so frequently?

Wei Wuxian observed for a while and felt that the appearance of this corpse was very similar to that of Wen Ning when he was controlled by the black spikes. With an idea in mind, he reached out and felt around his temple. He actually felt two small metal dots!

This kind of black nail is used to control high-level evil corpses, making them lose their minds and the ability to think independently. Wei Wuxian did not know the identity and personality of this corpse, so he could not pull out the nails rashly. He felt that it was necessary to interrogate it. But since the tongue had been pulled out, this evil corpse would not be able to speak even if it woke up. He asked the younger generations of the Lan family, "Has anyone among you practiced the spirit-asking technique?"

Lan Sizhui raised his hand and said, "Me. I have practiced before."

Wei WuXian asked, “Did you bring your zither?”

Lan Sizhui said, "I brought it." He immediately took out a simple, shiny-wood guqin from his Qiankun bag. Wei Wuxian saw that the guqin seemed very new and asked, "How is your guqin language? Have you ever practiced it in actual combat? Will the spirit you invited lie?"

Lan Jingyi interrupted, "Han Guangjun said Si Zhui's Qin Yu was okay."

Lan Wangji said "not bad", then it must be not bad, no exaggeration, no derogation, Wei Wuxian was relieved. Lan Sizhui said: "Han Guangjun said that I should cultivate essence instead of quantity, the spirit I invited can choose not to answer, but it must not lie. So as long as it is willing to answer, then what it says must be the truth."

Wei WuXian said: “Let’s get started then.”

The guqin was placed horizontally in front of the Taoist's head. Lan Sizhui sat on the ground with the hem of the guqin neatly spread out. He tried two notes and nodded. Wei Wuxian said, "The first question is who he is."

Lan Sizhui thought about it, recited the formula silently, and then dared to utter a sentence.

After a while, the strings of the zither vibrated, and two notes like the cracking of metal and stone were played.

Lan Sizhui's eyes widened. Lan Jingyi urged, "What did he say?"

Lan Sizhui said: "Song Lan!"

...Xiao Xingchen's close friend, Song Lan? !

Everyone looked at the unconscious Xiao Xingchen. Lan Sizhui whispered, "I wonder if he knows that it's Song Lan who's here..."

Jin Ling also lowered his voice and said, "Most likely he doesn't know. He's blind, Song Lan is mute, and he's become a murderous corpse without any reason... It's best not to know."

Wei WuXian said: “The second question is, ask him who killed him.”

Lan Sizhui said this seriously.

This time, the silence lasted three times as long as last time.

Just when they all thought that Song Lan's soul was unwilling to answer this question, the strings of the zither trembled and sounded three times in a sad voice.

Lan Sizhui blurted out: "Impossible!"

Wei WuXian asked, “What did he say?”

Lan Sizhui said in disbelief: "He said...Xiao Xingchen."

The one who killed Song Lan was Xiao Xingchen? !

They only asked two questions, but the answers to each question were more shocking than the last. Jin Ling asked suspiciously, "You must have played it wrong!"

Lan Sizhui said, "But, 'Who are you?' and 'Who killed you?' are the simplest and most frequently asked questions in Asking the Spirit. When people start to practice Asking the Spirit, the first and second sentences they learn are these. They are practiced thousands of times. I just checked them over and over again and I didn't make any mistakes."

Jin Ling said: "Either you played the "Asking the Spirit" incorrectly, or you interpreted the language of the zither incorrectly."

Lan Sizhui shook his head and said, "If it's impossible to play it wrong, it's even more impossible to interpret it wrong. The three characters and the name 'Xiao Xingchen' are not common in Lai Ling's answers. If he answered with another name and I interpreted it wrong, it's impossible that he happened to get it wrong."

Lan Jingyi murmured, "...Song Lan went to look for the missing Xiao Xingchen, but Xiao Xingchen killed him...Why did he kill his good friend? He doesn't seem like that kind of person?"

Wei WuXian said, “Don’t worry about that for now, SiZhui, ask the third question: Who controls you?”

Lan Sizhui's face was solemn, and he dared not breathe a word as he played the third line. Many pairs of eyes were fixed on the strings, waiting for Song Lan's answer.

I only heard Lan Sizhui explain word by word: "You. Wait. For. The. People. Behind. Me."

Everyone turned around suddenly. They saw Xiao Xingchen, who had fainted on the ground, had sat up, holding his chin with one hand, smiling at them, raising his left hand wearing a black glove, and snapping his fingers.

The crisp sound reached Song Lan's ears on the ground, like a sudden explosion in his ears. Song Lan suddenly threw away the four Yin Li warriors who were holding him down!

He leaped up, and once again drew out his long sword and whisk, using both his left and right hands to slash and twist the four Yin Force warriors, turning them into colorful pieces of paper. The long sword was against Wei Wuxian's neck, and the whisk was pointed threateningly at the children of the noble families.

In this small space of the store, the situation changes suddenly.

Jin Ling put his hand on the sword. Wei Wuxian saw it and said hurriedly, “Don’t move. Don’t make trouble. In a sword fight, all the people here combined are no match for this… Song Lan.”

His spiritual power was low, and his sword was not with him. Moreover, there was Xiao Xingchen beside him, whose intentions were unknown and whether he was an enemy or a friend.

Xiao Xingchen said, "The adults should talk to each other, and the children should go out."

He gestured to Song Lan, who silently obeyed and drove the group of noble family children out. Wei Wuxian said to the young men, "Go out first. You can't help here. The corpse poison powder outside should have sunk. Don't run around and step on it to stir up the dust. Breathe slowly."

When Jin Ling heard "I can't help here either", he was not convinced and annoyed. He was unwilling to surrender, but he knew that he was powerless, so he walked out first in a huff. Before Lan Sizhui left, he hesitated to speak. Wei Wuxian said, "Sizhui, you are the most sensible, take care of them. Can you do it?"

Lan Sizhui nodded. Wei Wuxian added, “Don’t be afraid.”

Lan Sizhui said: "I'm not afraid."

"real?"

“Really.” Lan Sizhui actually smiled: “Senior, you and Han Guangjun are really alike.”

Wei Wuxian asked curiously, “Alike? How are we alike?” They were clearly two completely different people. Lan Sizhui smiled but did not answer, and led the rest of the group out.

He said silently in his heart: "I don't know, but it feels very similar. It seems that as long as one of these two seniors is around, there is no need to worry about anything."

Xiao Xingchen took out a small red pill from somewhere and swallowed it, saying, "This is really touching."

After he ate it, the purple-red color on his face quickly faded. Wei WuXian asked, “Antidote for the corpse poison powder?”

Xiao Xingchen said, "Not bad. Much more effective than your horrible bowl of porridge, right? And it's sweet."

Wei WuXian said, “Your Excellency really put on quite a show. From the scene outside where you bravely killed corpses and were exhausted, to the scene where you blocked the sword for Jin Ling and lost consciousness, were all performed for us to see?”

Xiao Xingchen raised a finger, shook it in front of him, and said, "I'm not performing for 'you', but for 'you'. I've long heard of the name of the Yiling Patriarch, but seeing it in person is believing."

Wei WuXian did not react to this, and remained calm. Xiao XingChen continued, "I guess you haven't told anyone who you really are yet, right? So I didn't expose you. Let them go out, and we can talk behind closed doors. How about it? Isn't it thoughtful?"

Wei WuXian asked, “Are all the zombies in Yicheng controlled by you?”

Xiao Xingchen said, "Of course. From the moment you came in and blew the whistle, I felt that you were a little strange. So I chose to go out in person and test it out. Sure enough, a low-level spell like Point Eye Summoning can also exert such a strong power. It can only be the founder."

Xue Yang followed his old path. They were both practicing the same path, both were crooked and could not be hidden from their peers. Wei Wuxian asked, "So you took these kids as hostages. What do you want me to do?"

Xiao Xingchen smiled and said, "I want you to do me a favor. Just a small favor."

His mother's junior fellow apprentice actually called him senior, this generation system was too confusing. Wei Wuxian was just laughing in his heart when he saw Xiao Xingchen take out a soul-locking bag, put it on the table, and said, "Please."

Wei WuXian placed his hand on the soul-locking bag and felt it for a while like he was taking a pulse, then said, “Whose soul is this? It’s broken into pieces like this, even paste can’t hold it together. Only one breath is left.”

Xiao Xingchen said: "If this person's soul can be stuck so easily, then why should I ask you for help?"

Wei WuXian withdrew his hand and said, “You want me to repair this soul? Excuse me, the amount of soul inside is too small. Moreover, this person must have suffered great torture and was in extreme pain. It is very likely that he committed suicide and did not want to return to this world. If a soul does not have the desire to survive, then there is a 90% chance that it cannot be saved. If I am not mistaken, this soul was forcibly spliced ​​together. Once it leaves the Soul Locking Bag, it may disperse at any time. You must be aware of all this.”

Xiao Xingchen said, "I don't know. I don't care. You have to help me even if you don't want to. Senior, don't forget that the group of children you lead are all waiting for you to get out of danger."

The tone of his voice was very peculiar, sounding affectionate and even a little sweet, but there was an inexplicable viciousness. It was as if he was calling you a brother one moment and calling you "senior" the next moment, but he could turn hostile and kill you. Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "Seeing is believing, sir. Xue Yang, you are a hooligan, why are you pretending to be a Taoist priest?"

After a pause, "Xiao Xingchen" raised his hand and took off the bandage on his eyes.

The bandages fell off layer by layer, revealing a pair of eyes that were as bright as stars and sparkling.

Intact eyes.

It was a young and likable face, handsome indeed, but the pair of fangs that showed when he smiled were so cute that they were almost childish, concealing the ferocity and wildness in his eyes.

Xue Yang threw the bandage aside and said, "Oh, you found me."

Wei WuXian said, “You pretended to be scared of the pain, making people feel guilty and embarrassed to take off your bandages to check; you deliberately exposed a part of your frost; you deliberately let slip that you were a wandering Taoist priest. Not only did you use the self-torture trick, you also used people’s sympathy to act so well, and you acted so elegant and righteous. If there weren’t so many things you shouldn’t understand and shouldn’t know, I would have believed that you were Xiao Xingchen.”

Moreover, when singing "Asking the Spirit", the last two questions Song Lan answered were "Xiao Xingchen" and "the people behind you".

If "the person behind you" is also Xiao Xingchen, there is no reason for Song Lan to change the way of expression.

Unless, "Xiao Xingchen" and "the person behind you" are not the same person at all. Song Lan wanted to remind them that this person was very dangerous, but if he answered Xue Yang directly, he was afraid that they would not recognize Xue Yang, so he had to do this.

Xue Yang said with a smile: "Who made him have a good reputation and I have a bad reputation? Of course I have to pretend to be him so that it is easier to gain other people's trust."

Wei WuXian said, “Excellent acting.”

Xue Yang said, "No, no. I have a very famous friend who is a great actor. I am ashamed of myself. Okay, stop talking nonsense, Senior Wei, you have to help me with this."

Wei WuXian said, “You made the black spikes that controlled Song Lan and Wen Ning, right? You can even restore half of the Yin Tiger Talisman and repair a soul, so why do you need my help?”

Xue Yang said: "This is different. You are the pioneer. If you don't make the first half of the Yin Tiger Talisman first, I won't be able to make the second half by myself. You are definitely better than me. So if I can't do it, you can definitely do it."

I really don't understand why people who don't know him have such inexplicable confidence on his behalf. Wei Wuxian touched his chin, not knowing whether to return the favor and flatter each other, and said, "You are too modest."

Xue Yang said: "This is not modesty, this is the truth. I never like to brag. If I say I want to kill a person's entire family, then I will definitely kill the entire family. I won't even leave a dog behind."

Wei WuXian asked, “For example, the Chang Clan of Liyang?”

Before Xue Yang could reply, the door was suddenly smashed open and a black figure flew in.

Wei Wuxian and Xue Yang stepped back at the same time, leaving the table. Xue Yang quickly snatched the soul-locking bag. Song Lan gently supported the table with one hand, flipped in the air, landed on the table, and lost the force. Then he suddenly raised his head and looked at the door, with black blood streaks crawling up his cheeks.

Wen Ning, dragging a body covered in iron chains and bringing with him a gust of white mist and black wind, broke into the room.

As early as when he played the first part of the flute, Wei Wuxian had already issued the order to summon Wen Ning. He said to Wen Ning: "Go out and fight, but don't beat them to pieces. Keep an eye on the living people and don't let other zombies get close."

Wen Ning raised his right hand and swung a chain over. Song Lan raised his whisk to meet it. The two objects collided and tangled together. Wen Ning dragged the chain back, but Song Lan did not let go and was dragged out of the door. The children of the noble families had already hidden in another shop next to the house, craning their necks to watch intently. The whisk, the iron chain, and the long sword clanged and sparks flew. It felt that the fight between the two evil corpses was extremely fierce, with each move being ruthless and each punch hitting the flesh. Only evil corpses could fight so violently. If two living people fought like this, they would have lost their arms and legs and their brains would have exploded!

Xue Yang asked: "Who do you think will win?"

Wei WuXian said, “Is there any need to guess? Wen Ning will definitely win.”

Xue Yang said: "It's a pity that even after I nailed so many skull spikes into him, he still refused to obey. Some things are too loyal to their masters, which is also a headache."

Wei WuXian said indifferently: “Wen Ning is a piece of shit.”

Xue Yang laughed and said, "Don't you find that there is ambiguity in this?" When he said the word "there is", he suddenly drew his sword and stabbed. Wei Wuxian dodged and said, "Do you often sneak attack in the middle of a sentence like this?"

Xue Yang was surprised and said, "Of course. I am a gangster? You didn't just find out. I don't want to kill you, I just want you to be unable to move. Come back with me first and help me slowly repair this soul."

Wei WuXian said, “I’ve already told you there’s nothing I can do.”

Xue Yang said, "Don't be so quick to refuse. You have no idea on your own. We can discuss it." This time, he didn't finish his words and swung his sword again. Wei Wuxian dodged again and again among the paper figurines scattered on the ground, thinking, "This little rascal is really good at fighting." Seeing that Xue Yang's sword was getting faster and faster, and the places he stabbed were getting more and more tricky and vicious, he couldn't help but say, "Are you bullying me because my spiritual power is low?"

Xue Yang said: "Yes!"

Wei WuXian finally met someone who was even more shameless than him, so he laughed back and said, “It’s better to offend a good man than a rogue. I’m talking about you. I won’t fight you, let’s find someone else.”

Xue Yang smiled and said, "Who are you going to change? That Han Guang-Jun? I'll send over 300 zombies to surround him, and he..."

Before he could finish his words, a figure in white descended from the sky, emitting a cold and clear blue light, and came towards him.