Lan Wangji was surrounded by a frost aura, blocking Wei Wuxian. Xue Yang threw out Frost Flower to block a sword for him. The two famous swords collided head-on, each flying back to the hands of the holder. Wei Wuxian said, "Isn't this what they mean by, it's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early?"

Lan Wangji said, “Yeah.”

After saying this, he continued to fight with Xue Yang. Just now, Wei Wuxian was chased by Xue Yang and wandered around, but now, Xue Yang was forced to retreat step by step by Lan Wangji. Seeing that the situation was not good, he rolled his eyes, smiled slightly, and suddenly threw the frost in his right hand, and replaced it with his left hand. His right hand shook from his sleeve. Wei Wuxian was alert that he was going to throw out some poison powder hidden weapon from his sleeve, but he saw that he shook out another long sword from his sleeve and turned to a double sword attack seamlessly.

The long sword that was drawn out had a dark edge, and when it was swung, it seemed to emit a wisp of black air, forming a sharp contrast with the clear silver light of Shuanghua. Xue Yang drew out both swords, and his left and right hands coordinated like flowing water, and he suddenly became powerful. Lan Wangji asked, "Bring disaster?"

Xue Yang said: "Huh? Han Guangjun actually knows this sword? How lucky I am."

"Zaijiang" is Xue Yang's sword. Just like its name, it is an ominous sword that brings blood and killing, just like its owner. Wei Wuxian interrupted and said, "This name really suits you perfectly."

Lan Wangji said, "Stand back. You are not needed here."

Wei Wuxian humbly listened to the advice and stepped back. When he stepped back to the door and looked outside, Wen Ning was expressionlessly pinching Song Lan's neck and lifting him up in the air, smashing him into the wall, creating a human-shaped pit. Song Lan also expressionlessly grabbed Wen Ning's wrist with his backhand, flipped him over and threw him into the ground. The two fierce corpses fought expressionlessly, making loud bangs and bangs. Both sides had no sense of pain and were not afraid of being injured. Unless they were chopped into pieces, they would continue to fight even if their arms and legs were broken. Wei Wuxian said to himself, "It seems that I am not needed here."

Suddenly, he saw Lan Jingyi waving at him desperately in a dark shop across the street, and thought to himself, "Ha, they must need me over there."

As soon as he left, the sword Bichen shone brightly, and in an instant Xue Yang slipped away, and Shuanghua flew out of his hand. Lan Wangji caught the sword. Seeing Shuanghua fall into someone else's hands, Jiangzai slashed straight at Lan Wangji's left arm that was holding the sword. He failed to cut it, and a cold and angry light flashed in Xue Yang's eyes. He said grimly: "Give me the sword."

Lan Wangji said, "You are not worthy of this sword."

Xue Yang sneered.

Wei WuXian walked over to the children of the noble families and was surrounded by a group of young men. He asked, “Are you all okay?”

"No!" "I'll do as you say. Hold your breath."

Wei WuXian said, “That’s good. If anyone doesn’t listen to me, I’ll give him glutinous rice porridge again.”

Several teenagers who had tasted the taste vomited. At this time, footsteps were heard from all directions, and people began to gather at the end of the long street. Lan Wangji also heard the sound, waved his sleeves, and took out the Wangji Qin.

The body of the zither fell horizontally on the table, and he threw the Bichen into his left hand. With his sword intent still strong, he continued to fight with Xue Yang. At the same time, without looking back, he raised his right hand and plucked the strings.

The sound of the zither reached the end of the long street, and the familiar sound of zombies exploding heads came back. Lan Wangji continued to fight Xue Yang with one hand and played the zither with the other. He glanced at it casually, and then plucked the strings nonchalantly. He attacked from both sides at the same time, with a calm demeanor.

Jin Ling couldn't help but blurt out: "Awesome!"

He had seen Jiang Cheng and Jin Guangyao go out to hunt at night and kill monsters, and he felt that his uncle and uncle were the two most powerful immortals in the world. He was always more afraid of Lan Wangji than respecting him, and was only afraid of his silence technique and cold temper, but at this moment he could not help but be impressed by his style. Lan Jingyi said proudly: "Of course, Hanguang Jun is powerful, but he never likes to show off everywhere, he is very low-key, right?"

“Right?” he said to Wei WuXian. Wei WuXian was puzzled and said, “Are you asking me? Why are you asking me?”

Lan Jingyi was anxious: "Don't you think Han Guangjun is not powerful?!"

Wei WuXian stroked his chin and said, “Yeah, awesome, of course, very awesome. He’s the best.” As he spoke, he couldn’t help but laugh himself.

This thrilling and dangerous night is about to end, and the day is about to dawn. But this is not good news. When the day dawns, it means that the evil fog will become thicker. By then, it will be difficult to move forward!

If it were just Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, it wouldn't be that difficult to deal with. But there were so many living people, and once they were surrounded by a large number of zombies, they would be unable to escape. Just as Wei Wuxian's thoughts raced to think of a countermeasure, the crisp "crackling" and "clacking" sounds of bamboo poles hitting the ground rang out again.

The ghost of the blind and tongueless girl is here again!

Immediately deciding, Wei WuXian said, “Let’s go!”

Lan Jingyi asked, "Where are we going?"

Wei WuXian said, “Follow the sound of the bamboo poles.”

Jin Ling was slightly stunned: "You want us to follow a ghost? Who knows where she will take us!" Wei Wuxian said: "Just follow her. This voice has been following you since you came in, right? You walked towards the city, but she led you all the way to the city gate and met us. She was chasing you out and saving you!"

The eerie sound of the bamboo pole hitting the ground, which came and went, was her way of intimidating the people entering the city. But the intention of intimidation was not necessarily bad. The paper head of Yin Lishi that Wei Wuxian kicked was probably thrown there by her to remind and scare them. Wei Wuxian added: "And she obviously wanted to tell us something urgent last night, but she couldn't express it. But she disappeared as soon as Xue Yang came. She was probably avoiding Xue Yang. In short, she was definitely not in the same group with him."

"Xue Yang?! Why is there another Xue Yang? Isn't it Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan?"

"Well, I'll explain this later. Anyway, the one fighting with Han Guang-Jun inside is not Xiao Xingchen, but Xue Yang who is impersonating him."...

The bamboo poles were still tapping, as if waiting, as if urging them. If they followed her, they might fall into a trap; if they didn't follow her, they would be surrounded by zombies that could spray poisonous powder, and it would not be safe. The young men made a decisive decision and ran with Wei Wuxian following the tapping sound. Sure enough, as they moved, the sound also moved. Sometimes they could see a small, hazy shadow in the mist ahead, but sometimes they could see nothing.

Lan Jingyi ran for a while and said, "Are we just going to run away like this?"

Wei WuXian turned around and shouted, “HanGuang-Jun, I leave it to you. We’ll go first!”

The strings of the zither cracked, sounding a lot like someone saying "hmm", and Wei Wuxian burst out laughing. Lan Jingyi asked, "That's it? Nothing else to say?"

Wei WuXian asked, “What else do you want to say? What else do you want to talk about?”

Lan Jingyi said: "Why don't you say 'I'm worried about you, I want to stay!', 'You go!', 'No! I won't go! If you want to go, let's go together!' You should have it."

Wei WuXian snorted: “Who taught you that? Who told you that you should have this kind of conversation? Forget about me, but can you imagine your Han Guang-Jun saying something like this?”

The younger generation of the Lan family said one after another: "No..."

Wei WuXian said, “Right. What a waste of time. Your Han Guang-Jun is such a reliable person, I believe he can definitely handle it. I will just do my own thing and wait for him to come to me or I can go to him.”

After following the sound of the bamboo poles for less than half an incense stick and turning several corners, the sound suddenly stopped in front of him. Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand to stop the young men behind him, and walked forward a few steps. A lonely house stood in the increasingly dense demonic fog.

“Squeak—”

Someone pushed open the door of the house, and he waited silently for the strangers to enter. Wei Wuxian had a hunch that there must be something inside. Not something dangerous or murderous, but something that could tell him something and answer some mysteries.

He said, "Since you are here, come in."

He lifted his foot and stepped into the house. While adjusting to the darkness, he reminded without turning his head: "Pay attention to the threshold, don't trip over it."

A young man almost tripped over the high threshold and said in frustration: "Why is the threshold so high? This is not a temple."

Wei WuXian said: “It’s not a temple, but it is also a place with a very high threshold.”

Five or six fire talismans were lit in groups of three or two, and the flickering orange-yellow flames illuminated the room.

Straw was scattered on the ground, and in the front was an altar, with a few small benches of varying heights lying across it. There was also a small dark room on the right. In addition, there were seven or eight black wooden coffins.

Jin Ling asked, "Is this the kind of funeral home? A place to store the dead?"

Wei WuXian said, “Yes. Unclaimed bodies, unlucky bodies left at home, and dead bodies waiting to be buried are usually placed in the charity cemetery. It can be considered an inn for the dead.” The small room on the right should be the resting place for the people guarding the charity cemetery.

Lan Sizhui asked, "Senior Mo, why is the threshold for the charity cemetery so high?"

Wei WuXian said, “Anti-corpse transformation.”

Lan Jingyi said blankly: "Can a high threshold prevent the corpse from turning into a corpse?"

Wei WuXian said, “We can’t stop the corpses from turning into corpses, but sometimes we can stop low-level corpses from getting out.” He turned around and stood in front of the door, saying, “Suppose I was dead and just turned into a corpse.”

The young men nodded. He continued, "It's only been a short while since I turned into a corpse. Will my limbs become stiff? I won't be able to do many actions?"

Jin Ling said, "Isn't that nonsense? You can't even walk, you can't move your legs, you can only jump..." At this point, he suddenly realized. Wei Wuxian said, "That's right. You can only jump." He put his legs together and jumped out, but because the threshold was too high, he couldn't jump out every time, and his toes hit the threshold. The children of the noble families found it very funny. They imagined a corpse that had just transformed trying so hard to jump out, but was always blocked by the threshold, and they all laughed. Wei Wuxian said, "See? Don't laugh, this is folk wisdom. Although it's crude and looks childish, it is indeed effective in preventing low-level corpses. If a corpse is tripped by the threshold, it falls to the ground, its limbs are stiff, and it can't get up in a short time. When it is about to get up, it will either be dawn or the roosters will crow, or it will be discovered by the people guarding the village. It's amazing that ordinary people who are not from noble families can come up with such a method."

Jin Ling also laughed just now, but he immediately stopped smiling and said, "Why did she bring us to the charity cemetery? Wouldn't this place be surrounded by zombies? Where did she go?"

Wei WuXian said, “I’m afraid that’s not the case. We’ve been standing here for so long, did anyone hear the movement of the zombies?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost of the girl suddenly appeared on a coffin.

Because they had carefully observed the girl's appearance under Wei Wuxian's guidance, and even saw her eyes bleeding and her mouth open with her tongue pulled out, no one was nervous or scared when they saw her again. This shows that, as Wei Wuxian said, being scared makes you braver and you can face it calmly.

This girl had no physical body, and her spirit body emitted a faint glow. She was petite, with a small face, and looked like a pitiful girl next door when she was dressed up. But when she sat with her legs crossed, she was not delicate at all. The bamboo pole that served as a cane was leaning against the coffin, and her two slender legs were hanging down and swinging anxiously.

She sat on the coffin and patted the lid gently with her hands. Finally, she jumped down and circled around the coffin, making gestures to them. This time the gesture was easy to understand, it was an "open" motion. Jin Ling asked, "She wants us to help her open this coffin?"

Lan Sizhui guessed, "Could it be her body in here? She hopes we can help her bury her." This is the most reasonable guess. Many ghosts are restless because their bodies cannot be buried. Wei Wuxian stood on one side of the coffin, and several teenagers stood on the other side, wanting to help him open it. He said, "No need to help, stand further away. If it's not a body, I'll spray you with corpse poison powder or something."

He opened the coffin by himself and lifted the lid to the ground. When he looked down, he saw a dead body.

However, it was not the girl's body, but someone else's.

This man was a young man, who was placed in a posture of repose with his hands folded together, a whisk under his folded hands, and a snow-white Taoist robe. The lower half of his face was handsome and elegant, with a pale face and pale lips. The upper half of his face was wrapped in layers of bandages four fingers wide. The area under the bandages where the eyeballs should be was not visible as it should be, but collapsed empty. There were no eyes there, only two empty holes.

The girl heard them open the coffin, groped over, put her hand into the coffin and fumbled around. When she felt the face of the corpse, she stomped her feet, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from her blind eyes.

No words or gestures were needed to tell everyone. Everyone understood. This body placed alone in a lonely funeral home was the real Xiao Xingchen.

The ghost's tears cannot fall. The girl shed tears silently for a while, and suddenly stood up with gritted teeth, "ah ah", "ah ah" to them, anxious and angry, looking extremely eager to talk. Lan Sizhui said: "Do you need to ask the spirit again?"

Wei WuXian said, “No need. We may not be able to ask the questions she wants us to ask, and I think her answers will be very complicated and difficult to understand.”

Although he didn't say "I'm afraid you can't handle it", Lan Sizhui still felt a little ashamed and made up his mind: "After I go back, I have to practice "Asking the Spirit" diligently. I must be able to be like Han Guangjun, who can answer questions and get answers as soon as they are asked. "Lan Jingyi said: "What should I do then?"

Wei WuXian said, “Empathize.”

Each family has its own way of obtaining intelligence and collecting information from the vengeful spirits. Empathy is what Wei Wuxian is best at. His method is not as advanced as that of other families, and anyone can use it. That is to directly invite the vengeful spirits to possess him, using his own body as a medium to invade the souls and memories of the dead souls, hear what they hear, see what they see, and feel what they feel. If the emotions of the dead souls are particularly strong, they will be affected by their sadness, anger, ecstasy and other emotions, so it is called "empathy."

It can be said that this is the most direct, simple, quick, and effective method among all the methods. Of course, it is also the most dangerous one. Everyone is afraid of being possessed by a vengeful spirit, but empathy is playing with fire and getting burned. If you are not careful, you will suffer the consequences. Once the vengeful spirit regrets, takes advantage of the opportunity to counterattack, the lightest outcome is to be possessed by another person.

Jin Ling protested, “It’s too dangerous! This kind of evil magic, no one…” Wei Wuxian interrupted, “Okay, there’s no time. Everyone stand up, hurry up, we have to go back to Han Guangjun after we’re done. Jin Ling, you be the supervisor.”

The supervisor is an indispensable role in the empathy ritual. In order to prevent the empath from falling into the emotions of the evil spirit and being unable to extricate himself, it is necessary to agree on a code with the supervisor. This code is preferably a sentence, or a voice that the empath is very familiar with. The supervisor monitors at all times. Once he detects a change in the situation, he will take immediate action to pull the empath out. Jin Ling pointed at himself and said, "Me? You let me... you let me supervise you to do this?"

Lan Sizhui said, “If Master Jin doesn’t want to do it, I’ll do it.”

Wei WuXian asked, “Jin Ling, did you bring the Jiang family’s silver bell?”

The silver bell is a symbolic ornament of the Yunmeng Jiang Clan. Jin Ling was raised by both families since he was a child. He lived in the Jinlin Terrace of the Lanling Jin Clan for a while, and in the Lotus Pier of the Yunmeng Jiang Clan for a while. He should have brought things from both families. Sure enough, he took out a simple little bell with a complicated look on his face. The silver bell was engraved with the Jiang Clan's family crest, the nine-petal lotus. Wei Wuxian stared at the silver bell for a while, and Jin Ling noticed that he looked a little strange, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wei WuXian said, “Nothing.” He handed the silver bell to Lan SiZhui and said, “The Jiang family’s silver bell has the effect of calming the mind and clearing the mind. Let’s use this as a secret signal.”

Jin Ling reached out to take back the bell and said, "I'll do it!"

Lan Jingyi snorted, "Sometimes she's unwilling, and sometimes she's willing. It's like a sudden change in mood. Miss has a bad temper."

Wei WuXian said to the girl, “Come in.”

The girl wiped her eyes and face, and bumped into him, her soul crashing into him. Wei Wuxian slid down slowly along the coffin. The young men hurriedly dragged a pile of straw over for him to sit on. Jin Ling tightly grasped the bell, and no one knew what he was thinking.

When the girl just rushed in, Wei WuXian suddenly thought of a question: "This girl is blind. If I empathize with her, wouldn't I also become blind and unable to see? The effect will be greatly reduced. Forget it, being able to hear is almost the same."

After a while of spinning, the soul that had been floating seemed to fall to the ground. When the girl opened her eyes, Wei Wuxian opened his eyes with her. Unexpectedly, what he saw was not pitch black, but a clear expanse of green mountains and green waters.

I can actually see it!

I guess, at this time in the girl's memory, she was not yet blind.

In empathy, what appeared before Wei Wuxian were the fragments in her memory that were the most emotional and that she wanted to tell others the most. She could just watch quietly and feel what she felt. At this moment, all their senses were the same. The girl's eyes were his eyes, and her mouth was his mouth.

The girl sat by a stream, combing her hair in front of the water. Although her clothes were tattered, she still looked clean. She tapped the beat with her toes, humming a little tune while tying her hair. She seemed to be dissatisfied with the way she did it. Wei Wuxian felt a thin wooden hairpin poking in her hair. Suddenly, she lowered her head and saw her reflection in the water. Wei Wuxian's eyes also turned downwards, and the stream reflected a girl with an oval face and a pointed chin.

There are no pupils in this little girl's eyes, they are all white.

Wei WuXian thought to himself, “This is clearly the appearance of a blind person, but I can see now.”

The girl tied up her hair, patted her buttocks, jumped up, picked up the bamboo pole at her feet, and skipped along the road. She swung the bamboo pole while walking, hitting the branches above her head, picking up stones at her feet, and scaring grasshoppers in the grass, without stopping for a moment. When someone came in the distance, she immediately stopped jumping, holding the bamboo pole properly, tapping the ground, and walked forward slowly, looking very cautious. A few village girls came over, and seeing this, they made way for her and whispered to each other. The girl nodded hurriedly and said, "Thank you, thank you."

A village girl seemed to be moved by what she saw. She lifted the white cloth covering the basket, took out a hot steamed bun and handed it to her: "Little sister, be careful. Are you hungry? Take this and eat it."

The girl exclaimed, "Ah!" and said gratefully, "How can I be so embarrassed? I, I..."

The village girl stuffed the bun into her hand and said, "Take it!"

She took it and said, "Ah Qing, thank you, sister!"

It turns out that the girl's name is A-Qing.

After saying goodbye to the village girls, Ah Qing finished her steamed buns in a few bites and started jumping up and down again. Wei Wuxian jumped along with her in her body, feeling dizzy and thinking, "This girl is really wild. I understand, she is pretending to be blind. These white pupils are probably natural. Although she looks like a blind person, she can actually see. She uses this to deceive people and gain sympathy." She is a little girl wandering alone. If she pretends to be blind, others will think she can't see and will naturally let down their guard. But in fact, she can see everything clearly and act according to circumstances. It is a smart way to protect herself.

But Ah Qing's spirit was indeed blind, which means she was blind when she was alive. So how did she go from pretending to be blind to being truly blind?

Could it be that I saw something I shouldn't have seen?

Ah Qing jumped all the way when there was no one around, and cowered and pretended to be blind when there were people around. She walked and stopped, and finally came to a market.

In crowded places, she would naturally show off her skills, and act like a master, tapping with a bamboo pole, pretending to be very successful. She walked slowly in the crowd, and suddenly bumped into a middle-aged man in fancy clothes, looking terrified, and kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I can't see it, I'm sorry!"

You can't see it, she is coming straight towards this man!

The man was bumped into and turned his head around angrily, as if he wanted to yell. But when he saw that the person was blind and a pretty girl, he knew that if he slapped her in the street, he would be blamed. He could only yell, "Be careful when you walk!"

Ah Qing apologized repeatedly, but the man was unwilling to leave, and twisted Ah Qing's buttocks with his right hand. This was like twisting Wei Wuxian himself, and he felt the same pain, and his heart was instantly covered with goose bumps, and he just wanted to smack the man into the ground with one palm.

Ah Qing huddled into a ball, as if she was very scared. But when the man walked away, she walked into a hidden alley, knocking and patting. She immediately said "Pooh", took out a purse from her bosom, poured out the money and counted it, and said "Pooh" again, "Damn man, he is so bad, dressed like a human, but he has so little money on him, he can't even make a sound if you shake it."

Wei Wuxian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Ah Qing was only in her teens, probably not even fifteen now, but she was very good at scolding people, and even more so at picking people's wallets. He thought to himself, "If you picked my wallet, you would definitely not scold me like that. I was also very rich in my past."

He was still wondering when he had become a pauper, but Ah Qing had already found his next target. He pretended to be blind and walked out of the alley. After walking for a while, he repeated his old trick and bumped into a Taoist in white clothes. He said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I can't see. I'm sorry!"

Wei WuXian shook his head in his heart: You didn’t even change the words, my little beauty!

The Taoist was knocked back by her, turned around, and helped her steady, saying, "I'm fine, can't you see, young lady?"

The man was very young, wearing a simple and clean Taoist robe, with a long sword wrapped in white cloth tied to his back. The lower half of his face was very handsome, although a little thin. The upper half of his face was wrapped in a bandage about four fingers wide, with a faint hint of blood under the bandage.