Wei WuXian’s first thought was, maybe there was something wrong with the flag formation set up by those young men.

The things he made could lead to disasters if used carelessly, which was why he had specially checked whether the painting method of the Yin-summoning Flag was correct. So when several pairs of hands dragged him out, Wei Wuxian stood straight and let them drag him, so as to save himself the trouble of walking. When he was dragged to the East Hall, it was very lively. There were as many people as the townspeople of Mojiazhuang gathered at this time during the day. All the servants and relatives came out, some of them were still wearing middle clothes and had no time to comb their hair, and they all looked terrified. Madam Mo collapsed on the seat, as if she had just woken up from a faint, with tear marks on her cheeks and tears in her eyes. However, as soon as Wei Wuxian was dragged in, her tears immediately turned into a cold and resentful light.

There was a humanoid creature lying on the ground, its body covered with a white cloth, with only its head exposed. Lan Sizhui and the other boys looked solemn, leaning over to inspect it and talking in low voices. A voice leaked into Wei Wuxian's ears:

"…It took less than an incense stick of time to find out?"

"We just subdued a walking corpse. We rushed from the west courtyard to the east courtyard. The corpse was on the corridor."

The figure was none other than Mo Ziyuan. Wei Wuxian glanced at him and couldn't help but take a second look.

This corpse looked like Mo Ziyuan, but it didn't look like Mo Ziyuan. Although his facial features were clearly those of his cheap cousin, his cheeks were deeply sunken, his eye sockets and eyeballs were protruding, and his skin was wrinkled. Compared with the young Mo Ziyuan, he seemed to be twenty years older. It also seemed as if the blood and flesh had been sucked dry, turning into a skeleton covered with a very thin layer of skin. If the original Mo Ziyuan was just ugly, then his corpse now was both old and ugly.

Wei Wuxian was watching carefully when Madam Mo suddenly rushed over. A cold light flashed in her hand, and she was holding a dagger. Lan Sizhui was quick to knock it down, but before he could say anything, Madam Mo screamed at him, "My son died tragically, I want to avenge him! Why are you stopping me?"

Wei WuXian hid behind Lan SiZhui again and squatted down, saying, “Your son’s tragic death has nothing to do with me.”

During the day, Lan Sizhui saw Wei Wuxian making a scene in the East Hall. Later, he heard a lot of exaggerated rumors about this illegitimate child from other people. He felt very sympathetic for this sick man and couldn't help but speak up for him: "Madam Mo, the state of your son's body is such that all his blood, flesh and energy have been sucked away. It's obvious that he was killed by an evil spirit. It couldn't be him."

Madam Mo's chest heaved. "What do you know? This madman's father is an immortal cultivator. He must have learned a lot of evil arts!"

Lan Sizhui turned around to look at the demented Wei Wuxian and said, "Madam, you have no evidence, or..."

"The evidence is on my son!" Madam Mo pointed to the body on the ground and said, "Look for yourselves! A Yuan's body has already told me who killed him!"

Without anyone else's help, Wei Wuxian rushed to lift the white cloth from head to toe. There was something missing from Mo Ziyuan's body.

His left arm, from the shoulder down, was missing !

Madam Mo said, "Did you see it? You all heard it here today, right? This madman said something. He said that if A Yuan touches his things again, he will chop off A Yuan's arm!"

After she calmed down, she covered her face and sobbed, "...It's a pity that my Ah Yuan never touched anything from this madman. Not only was he framed by him, but he also killed him..."

frenzied!

It has been many years since I heard this comment about myself. It was really heartwarming. Wei Wuxian pointed at himself and was speechless. He didn't know whether he was sick or Madam Mo was sick. He had said many cruel words when he was young, such as exterminating the whole clan, burying millions of corpses and blood, but most of the time it was just talk. If he could really do what he said, he would have dominated the hundred families long ago. Madam Mo didn't want to avenge her son at all, she just wanted to find someone to vent her anger.

Wei Wuxian didn't bother to argue with her, and after a brief thought, he reached into Mo Ziyuan's arms, searched around, and pulled something out. Unfolding it, he saw that it was a Yin-summoning flag.

In an instant, he understood clearly and thought to himself: He who commits evil will suffer the consequences!

When Lan Sizhui and the others saw what Mo Ziyuan took out of his arms, they understood what was going on. Recalling the farce today, the cause and effect are not difficult to guess: Mo Ziyuan was humiliated by Mo Xuanyu during the day, and he hated him so much that he wanted to settle the score with him, but Mo Xuanyu ran outside and disappeared for a long time. Mo Ziyuan wanted to take advantage of Mo Xuanyu's return at night to teach him a lesson.

But when he went out secretly at night, he passed by the West Courtyard and saw the Yin-summoning flags stuck on the eaves of the wall. Although he was repeatedly warned not to go out at midnight, not to go to the West Courtyard, and not to touch these black flags, Mo Ziyuan thought that they were just deliberately threatening because they were afraid that someone would steal the rare magic weapon. He had no idea how ominous the effect of the Yin-summoning flag was. Once he put it in his arms, he would become a living target. He was always dirty and addicted to stealing the talismans and magic tools of his crazy cousin. When he saw such a rare thing, he couldn't help it and had to get it. He took advantage of the fact that the owners of the flags were taming the zombies in the West Courtyard and quietly took one away.

The flag formation used a total of six Yin-summoning flags, five of which were set up in the west courtyard, using the Lan family's teenagers as bait, but they carried countless immortal sect magic tools with them. Although Mo Ziyuan only stole one, he did not have any self-defense magic tools on him. He was picking on the weak, and the evil spirits would naturally be attracted to him. If it was just a walking corpse, it would be fine. Even if it was bitten a few times, it would not die for a while and could still be saved. Unfortunately, this Yin-summoning flag accidentally summoned something more terrifying than a walking corpse. It was this unknown evil spirit that killed Mo Ziyuan and took away one of his arms!

Wei Wuxian raised his wrist, and sure enough, the wound on his left hand had healed. It seemed that the sacrifice contract had already implicitly attributed Mo Ziyuan's death to him. After all, the Yin-summoning Flag was originally made and passed down by Wei Wuxian, so it could be said that it was a coincidence that led to a successful outcome.

Madam Mo was well aware of her son’s minor faults, but she would never admit that Mo Ziyuan’s death was his own fault. She was anxious and angry, and she grabbed a teacup and threw it at Wei Wuxian’s head and face: “If you hadn’t made a scene and framed him in front of so many people yesterday, would he have gone out in the middle of the night? It’s all your fault, you bastard!”

Wei Wuxian was prepared and dodged. Madam Mo screamed at Lan Sizhui again, "And you! You useless people, what kind of immortality and evil do you want to eliminate? You can't even protect a child! Yuan is only a teenager!"

These young men were still young and had only been out for a few training sessions. They had not detected any abnormalities in this place and had never expected such a ferocious evil spirit. They originally felt that they had made some mistakes and felt quite guilty, but they were scolded by Madam Mo without any reason, and their faces turned pale. After all, they were from a famous family and no one dared to treat them like this. The Gusu Lan family had very strict family education and was taboo to attack ordinary people who were unable to fight back, and even being rude was not allowed. Therefore, although they were unhappy, they all suppressed it and looked ugly.

Wei WuXian couldn't bear to watch it any longer, thinking, "After all these years, the Lan family is still like this. What's the point of having such a poor self-control? They're just suffocating themselves to death. Watch me!"

He uttered a loud "Pah" and said, "Who do you think you are scolding? Do you really treat others as your own slaves? They came all the way here to exorcise demons and monsters for free, and now they owe you money? How old is your son? He should be seventeen this year, right? He is still a 'child'? How old is a child and can't he understand human language? Did you repeatedly tell me yesterday not to touch anything in the formation and not to go near the west courtyard? Your son went out in the middle of the night to steal things, do you blame me? Or him?"

Lan Jingyi and the others breathed a sigh of relief, their faces no longer turning green. Madam Mo was extremely sad and resentful, and she only thought of the word "death". She didn't want to die to accompany her son, but everyone in the world should die, especially the people in front of her. She always ordered her husband to do something, and pushed him, "Call someone! Call everyone in!"

Her husband was indifferent, perhaps because the death of his only son was too much of a blow, and he actually pushed her. Mrs. Mo was unexpectedly pushed to the ground and was stunned.

In the past, he didn't need Mrs. Mo to push him. As long as she raised her voice a little, he would do as she said. But today, he dared to fight back !

The servants were frightened by her expression. A'ding helped her up tremblingly. Madam Mo covered her chest and said in a trembling voice, "You...you...you get out too!"

Her husband seemed to have heard nothing. A'Ding winked at A'Tong several times, and A'Tong hurriedly carried the male owner out. The East Hall was in chaos. Wei WuXian saw that the family had finally quieted down and was ready to continue checking the body, but before he could take a second look, another high-pitched scream came from the yard and rushed in.

The people in the hall rushed out. On the ground in the east courtyard, two people were twitching. The one who was slumped down was Atong, alive. The other one was lying on the ground, his flesh and blood seemed to have been sucked out, wrinkled and withered, his left arm was gone, and there was no blood flowing from the wound. The condition of the body was exactly the same as Mo Ziyuan's.

Madam Mo had just shaken off Ading's support, and when she saw the body lying on the ground, her eyes widened, and she finally lost the strength to attack and fainted. Wei Wuxian happened to be standing near her, and he supported her body and handed her to Ading who ran forward. Looking at his right hand, the scar was gone.

Just after stepping out of the hall and before leaving the East Courtyard, Mrs. Mo's husband died tragically on the spot, but it happened in an instant. Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi and others also turned pale. Lan Sizhui calmed down the fastest and asked the paralyzed A Tong: "Did you see what it was?"

Ah Tong was so frightened that he couldn't even open his teeth. He couldn't ask a single question for a long time, and just kept shaking his head. Lan Sizhui was extremely worried, so he asked his fellow disciples to take him into the house, and turned to Lan Jingyi: "Has the signal been sent?"

Lan Jingyi said: "The signal has been sent, but if there are no seniors nearby who can come to support us, it will probably take at least half an hour for our people to arrive. What should we do now? We don't even know what it is."

Of course, they couldn't leave. If someone's children ran away when they encountered an evil spirit, they would not only bring shame to the family, but they would also be ashamed to see others. The frightened Mo family members couldn't follow them either, because the evil spirit was probably among them, so it would be useless to leave. Lan Sizhui gritted his teeth and said, "Stay here and wait for someone to come!"

Since the distress signal had been sent out, other cultivators would arrive to provide support soon. To avoid any more trouble, Wei Wuxian should retreat. It would be fine if the person who came was someone he didn't know, but if it happened to be someone he had dealt with or fought with before, it was hard to say what would happen.

But he couldn't leave Mojiazhuang right now because of the curse. Moreover, the thing he summoned had killed two people in such a short time. Its cruelty was extraordinary. If Wei Wuxian gave up now, by the time reinforcements arrived, perhaps the entire Mojiazhuang would be littered with corpses with missing left arms, including several relatives and children of the Gusu Lan family.

After thinking for a moment, Wei WuXian thought, "A quick battle and a quick decision."