Xue Yang's chest was slashed by Lan Wangji's sword, not only blood splattered on the spot, but the soul-locking bag he hid in his arms was also pierced by the tip of Bi Chen's sword. Wei Wuxian couldn't see clearly, and said: "Xue Yang! What do you want him to give back to you? Shuanghua? Shuanghua is not your sword, what right do you have to say 'give it back to you'? Do you have any shame?"

Xue Yang burst into laughter: "Senior Wei, you are really merciless."

Wei WuXian said, “Laugh, go ahead. Even if you die of laughter, you still can’t fight against Xiao Xingchen’s remaining soul. He disgusts you so much, yet you still insist on dragging him back to play games with you.”

Xue Yang suddenly laughed, and then suddenly cursed: "Who wants to play games with him?"

Wei WuXian asked, “Then why did you kneel down and beg me to help you repair his soul?”

Xue Yang was such a smart man, how could he not know that Wei Wuxian was deliberately making trouble, first to make him angry and distracted, second to make him curse loudly, so that Lan Wangji could determine his position and attack him, but he still couldn't help but reply one sentence after another. He said in a vicious voice: "What are you doing? Humph! Don't you know? I will turn him into a vicious corpse and drive him! Doesn't he want to be a noble man? I will let him kill endlessly and never have peace!"

Wei WuXian asked, “Huh? You hate him so much? Then why did you go and kill Chang Ping?”

Xue Yang sneered, "Why would I kill Chang Ping? Is there any need to ask, Yiling Patriarch? Didn't I tell you? I said I would kill the entire Chang family of Liyang, not even a dog would be left alive!"

When he spoke, he was reporting his position. The sound of swords piercing bodies continued to ring out, but Xue Yang's ability to endure injuries and pain was different from that of ordinary people. Wei Wuxian had already witnessed it in empathy. Even if he was pierced by a sword, he could still talk and laugh as if nothing had happened. Wei Wuxian added: "Your excuse is not bad, but it's a pity that the timing doesn't match. For someone like you who will repay a thousand times for a slight, and who is so vicious and quick, how could you delay killing the whole family for several years? Why did you kill Chang Ping? You know it in your heart."

Xue Yang said: "Then tell me, what do I know in my heart? What do I know?!"

He yelled at the last sentence. Wei WuXian said, “If you want to kill him, then kill him. Why did you have to use the torture of slow slicing, which means ‘punishment’? If you want revenge for yourself, why did you have to use Shuang Hua instead of your own disaster? Why did you have to dig out Chang Ping’s eyes to make him look like Xiao XingChen?”

Xue Yang shouted at the top of his lungs: "Nonsense! It's all nonsense! Do I want him to die comfortably in revenge?!"

Wei WuXian said: “You are indeed seeking revenge. But who are you seeking revenge for? Ridiculous. If you really want revenge, the one who deserves to be cut into pieces is you!”

With two whooshing sounds, a sharp sound of breaking through the air came towards him. Wei Wuxian did not move at all. Wen Ning dodged in front of him and cut off two skull spikes that flashed with a sinister black light. Xue Yang laughed a creepy laugh like a night owl, and then stopped abruptly and fell silent. He ignored him and continued to fight with Lan Wangji in the mist. Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "This little gangster has too strong vitality. It seems that he can't feel any pain at all and it doesn't matter where he is injured. If he had said a few more words and Lan Zhan stabbed him a few more times, I don't believe that he would still be alive and kicking after his hands and feet were cut off. It's a pity that he didn't fall for it!"

At this moment, the crisp sound of bamboo poles clacking came from the fog.

Wei WuXian's mind raced as he shouted, "Lan Zhan, go to the place where the bamboo poles make noises!"

Lan Wangji immediately drew his sword. Xue Yang groaned. A moment later, the sound of bamboo poles suddenly rang out from another place several feet away!

Lan Wangji continued to stab at the source of the sound. Xue Yang said grimly: "Little blind man, you are following behind me, aren't you afraid that I will crush you?"

Since being killed by Xue Yang, Ah Qing has been hiding from him, trying not to let him find her. For some reason, Xue Yang didn't pay much attention to her, as if he thought she was insignificant and not worth fearing. At this time, Ah Qing followed Xue Yang in the fog, banging on the bamboo pole to expose his position and guide Lan Wangji in the direction of attack!

Xue Yang's body movements were extremely fast, and he appeared in another place in an instant. However, Ah Qing was also a fast runner when she was alive, and after she turned into a ghost, she followed him closely, sticking to his back like a curse, and kept hitting the ground with the bamboo pole in her hand. The clacking sound came from far and near, from left to right, from front to back, and could not be shaken off or thrown away. As soon as it sounded, Bi Chen's sharp edge would follow!

Xue Yang was originally very comfortable in the fog, being able to hide and launch surprise attacks, but now he had to divide his attention to deal with Ah Qing. He cursed, and suddenly threw a talisman backwards, and it was this distraction, accompanied by Ah Qing's strange scream, that pierced his chest with the dust!

Although A-Qing's ghost had been defeated by Xue Yang's talisman, and there was no longer the sound of the bamboo pole hitting the ground to expose his whereabouts, but this sword had hit the vital point. Xue Yang could no longer be as elusive and difficult to catch as before!

In the mist, there were several sounds of coughing up blood. Wei Wuxian threw out an empty soul-locking bag and asked it to rescue Ah Qing's soul. Xue Yang dragged his heavy steps, took a few steps, and suddenly pounced forward, stretched out his hand and roared: "Give it to me!"

Bichen's blue light struck down, and Lan Wangji cut off one of his arms cleanly and efficiently.

Blood spurted out, and a large area of ​​hazy white mist in front of Wei Wuxian was dyed red. The bloody smell was overwhelming, and his breath was full of the smell of moist rust, but he didn't care about these things at all, and was busy concentrating on searching and absorbing Ah Qing's scattered ghost. Although Xue Yang still didn't cry out in pain, there was a heavy sound of his knees hitting the ground. He seemed to have lost too much blood and finally couldn't walk, so he fell to the ground.

Lan Wangji summoned Bichen again, and with the next sword strike, he would directly chop off Xue Yang's head!

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a blue flame suddenly rose into the sky from the white fog.

The cursed fire of the teleportation talisman!

Wei Wuxian knew that something was wrong, so he rushed over without caring about the danger in the fog. He almost slipped when he rushed over. The ground where the bloody smell was the strongest was covered with wet blood, all gushing out from Xue Yang's broken arm.

However, Xue Yang's figure disappeared.

Lan Wangji walked over, and Wei Wuxian asked, “Gravedigger?”

Xue Yang had been hit in the vitals by Bi Chen, and lost an arm. Judging from the amount of blood he had lost, he was definitely dead, and it was impossible for him to have extra energy and spiritual power to use the teleportation talisman. Lan Wangji nodded slightly and said, "I stabbed the gravedigger three times, so I can capture him alive. With a large number of zombies attacking, I will teach him to escape."

Wei WuXian said solemnly, “The gravedigger was stabbed by the sword, but he was willing to spend a lot of his spiritual energy to take Xue Yang’s body away. I’m afraid he also recognized Xue Yang and knew his background. He took Xue Yang’s body away... to search for the Yin Tiger Talisman on him.”

Rumor has it that after Xue Yang was "cleaned up" by Jin Guangyao, the Yin Tiger Talisman was lost and disappeared. But now it seems that the Yin Tiger Talisman is 90% on him. There are thousands of zombies, walking corpses, and even fierce corpses living in Yicheng. It is probably difficult to control them with corpse poison powder or skull nails alone. Only the Yin Tiger Talisman can explain why Xue Yang can command them at will, make them obey his orders, and attack one after another. A suspicious and cunning person like him will definitely not place the Yin Tiger Talisman where he can't see it. He will feel safe if he hides it on his body so that he can touch it at any time. The gravedigger took away his body, which is almost equivalent to taking away the Yin Tiger Talisman.

This matter is of great importance. Wei WuXian said solemnly, “Now that things have come to this, we can only hope that the Yin Tiger Talisman that Xue Yang restored will have limited power.”

At this time, Lan Wangji gently threw something to him.

Wei WuXian took it and asked, “What?”

Lan Wangji said: "Right hand."

What he threw over was a brand new Evil Sealing Pouch. Wei WuXian then remembered the purpose of entering Yi City and perked up: “My good brother’s right hand?”

Lan Wangji said, “Yeah.”

Amidst the numerous obstacles of gravediggers, walking corpses, and the misty demonic fog, Lan Wangji actually found the right hand of the corpse. Wei Wuxian was convinced and praised him highly, “As expected of Han Guang-jun! This way we are one step ahead again. It’s a pity that it’s not the head. I still want to see what my good brother looks like. But it will be soon... Where’s Song Lan?”

After Xue Yang's body disappeared, the white mist flowed faster and seemed to be thinner, making it easier to see. Because of this, Wei Wuxian suddenly realized that Song Lan was gone. Where he had been lying, only Wen Ning was still squatting on the ground, staring blankly at him.

Lan Wangji placed his hand on the hilt of the Bichen sword that he had just sheathed. Wei Wuxian said, "It's okay. No need to be alert. Song Lan, the vicious corpse just now, should not have any intention of attacking, otherwise Wen Ning would not have failed to warn him. Maybe he has regained consciousness and left on his own."

He blew a whistle softly, and Wen Ning lowered his head and stood up, retreating at the sound, his figure disappearing in the white mist. The sound of the chain dragging on the ground gradually faded away, and Lan Wangji didn't say much, just said calmly: "Let's go."

They were about to take a step forward when suddenly, Wei WuXian said, “Wait.”

He saw a lonely object in the pool of blood.

A severed left hand. Four fingers clenched tightly together, with a little finger missing.

The fist of this hand was clenched very tightly. Wei Wuxian squatted down and used all his strength to pry open the candies one by one. After prying them open, he found that there was a small candy in his palm.

This candy is slightly black, so it must not be eaten.

It was held too tightly and has broken into pieces.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji returned to the charity cemetery together. The door was open. As expected, Song Lan was standing next to the coffin where Xiao Xingchen was lying, looking down inside.

The children of the famous families all drew their swords, huddled together, and stared at the corpse that had attacked them just now. Seeing Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji come back, they were as if they had been pardoned, but they did not dare to shout, as if they were afraid of waking up or angering Song Lan. Wei Wuxian stepped into the charity cemetery and introduced Lan Wangji, "Song Lan, Taoist Song Zichen."

Song Lan, who was standing beside the coffin, raised his head and turned his gaze towards them. Lan Wangji lifted his skirt slightly, stepped over the high threshold with a graceful posture, and nodded slightly.

Song Lan's consciousness had been restored, and his pupils had dropped, revealing a pair of clear black eyes in his eye sockets.

These eyes, which originally belonged to Xiao Xingchen, were filled with unspeakable sadness.

Therefore, without further questioning, Wei Wuxian knew. During the time when Xue Yang had made him into a vicious corpse and was controlling him, he had seen and remembered everything.

Asking further or saying more will only add to the frustration and pain.

After a moment of silence, Wei WuXian took out two equally small soul-locking bags and handed them to him, saying, “Master Xiao Xingchen, and Miss A-Qing.”

Although Ah Qing was very afraid of Xue Yang, just now, she still followed closely the murderer who killed her, making him unable to shake off or hide, until she was pierced through the chest by a sword from Bi Chen, and got her retribution. She was almost scared to death by a vicious talisman cast by Xue Yang, and Wei Wuxian tried his best to pick up some of it. Now, it is broken into pieces, almost the same as Xiao Xingchen.

Two weak souls curled up in a soul-locking bag, as if they would be scattered in the bag if they were hit with a little force. Song Lan took them with trembling hands and held them in his palms. He didn't even dare to hold the ears, for fear of breaking them.

Wei WuXian asked, “Master Song, what are you going to do with Master Xiao XingChen’s body?”

Song Lan carefully held the two soul-locking bags in one hand, and with the other hand, he took out the Snow Frost and wrote two lines on the ground: "Cremation of the body. Rest in peace."

Xiao Xingchen's soul was shattered like this, and it would definitely not be able to return to the body, so it would be better if the body was cremated. This body would dissipate, leaving only the pure soul, which could slowly rest, and perhaps one day, return to the world.

Wei WuXian nodded, and then asked, “What are your plans for the future?”

Song Lan wrote: "Carrying the frost and flowers, we walk the world. Together with the stardust, we fight the devil and exterminate the evil."

After a pause, he wrote: "When he wakes up, he will say sorry. It's not your fault."

These were the words he had not been able to say to Xiao Xingchen before he died.

The evil fog in Yicheng gradually dissipated, and the long street and the forked roads could be roughly seen. Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian led a group of children from aristocratic families out of this desolate ghost town. Song Lan said goodbye to them at the city gate.

He was still wearing the same pitch-black Taoist robe, alone, carrying two swords, Shuanghua and Fuxue, and with two souls, Xiao Xingchen and Aqing, he embarked on another path.

It was not the road they took to come to Yicheng.

Lan Sizhui stared at his back in a trance for a while, and said, "'Bright moon and clear wind, Xiao Xingchen, proud snow and frost, Song Zichen'... I wonder if the two of them will ever meet again."

Wei Wuxian was walking on the weed-covered road when he saw a patch of grass. He thought to himself, “It was here that Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing rescued Xue Yang.”

Lan Jingyi said: "Now you should tell us what you saw when you were empathizing? How could that person be Xue Yang? Why did he pretend to be Xiao Xingchen?"

"Also, was that the Ghost General just now? Where is the Ghost General now? Why can't I see him? Is he still in Yicheng? Why did he suddenly appear?"

Wei WuXian pretended not to have heard the second question and said, “Well, this is a very complicated story…”

As he walked along the way and finished his story, there was a gloomy atmosphere around him and no one remembered the Ghost General anymore.

Lan Jingyi was the first to burst into tears and said, "How could such a thing happen in the world!"

Jin Ling was furious: "That Xue Yang, scum! Trash! His death was too easy! If the fairy was here, I would let her bite him to death!"

Wei Wuxian was horrified: If the fairy was here, he would have been scared to death before Xue Yang was bitten to death.

The young man who had praised Ah Qing when he was peeking through the crack in the door beat his chest and stamped his feet, saying, "Miss Ah Qing, Miss Ah Qing!"

Lan Jingyi cried the loudest and lost his composure, but this time no one reminded him not to make any noise, because Lan Sizhui's eyes were also red. Fortunately, Lan Wangji did not stop him from talking. Lan Jingyi, with snot and tears streaming down his face, suggested, "Let's go burn some paper money for Taoist Xiao Xingchen and Miss Aqing? Isn't there a village at the intersection ahead? Let's go buy some things and pay tribute to them."

Everyone agreed: "Good, good, good!"

As they were talking, they arrived at the village at the intersection of the stone tablet. Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui could not wait to run in, bought some random incense sticks, candles, red and yellow paper money, walked to the side, and built a windproof stove with earth and bricks. A group of teenagers squatted on the ground in a circle and began to burn paper money, muttering as they burned. Wei Wuxian was not in a very relaxed mood to begin with, and he did not even say a few witty words on the way. Seeing this, he could not help but said to Lan Wangji: "Hanguang Jun, look at them doing this at someone's doorstep, and you don't stop them."

Lan Wangji said calmly: "Go and stop it."

Wei WuXian said, “Okay, I’ll help you discipline him.”

He went and said, "Am I right? You are all descendants of immortal families. Didn't your father, mother, uncles and aunts teach you that the dead cannot receive paper money? What money do dead people need? You can't receive it. And this is the doorstep of someone else's house. You are burning it here..."

Lan Jingyi waved his hand and said, "Go away, go away. You're blocking the wind. If it burns, it won't work. Besides, you've never died, so how do you know that the dead can't receive paper money?"

Another young man raised his face with tears and soot on his face and echoed, "That's right. How do you know? What if you can receive it?"

Wei WuXian murmured, “How should I know?”

Of course he knows!

In the more than ten years since he died, I haven't received a single piece of paper money!

Lan Jingyi stabbed him in the heart again: "Even if you can't receive it, it must be because no one burned it for you."

Wei WuXian asked himself, "How could this be? Am I such a failure? Is there no one willing to burn paper money for me? Is it really because no one burned it for me that I didn't receive any?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was impossible. He turned around and asked Lan Wangji quietly, "Hanguang-jun, have you ever burned paper money for me? At least you have burned it for me, right?"

Lan Wangji glanced at him, lowered his head to brush off the paper ash on the bottom of his sleeve, and looked into the distance quietly without saying a word.

Wei WuXian looked at his peaceful profile and thought, “No way?”

Really not?!

At this time, a villager came over with a clay bow on his back and said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you burning it here? This is in front of my house. It's so unlucky!"

Wei WuXian said: “See, you got scolded, didn’t you?”

These teenagers had never done this before, and they didn't know that burning paper money at someone's door was unlucky, so they apologized again and again. Lan Sizhui wiped his face and asked, "Is this your door?"

The villager said, "Hey, kid, what are you talking about? Three generations of my family have lived here. If it's not my home, then it's yours."

Jin Ling was unhappy when he heard his tone and was about to stand up: "How do you talk like that?"

Wei Wuxian pressed his head down. Lan Sizhui said again, "I see. Sorry, I didn't mean anything else in my question. It's just that the last time we passed this house, we saw another hunter here, so I asked this question."

The villager was stunned and asked, "Another hunter? What other one?"

He made the gesture of "three" and said, "My family has only one son for three generations! I am the only one, no brothers! My father died a long time ago, and my wife has not married or given birth to any children, so where did another hunter come from?"

Lan Jingyi said, "Really!" He also stood up and said, "He was dressed tightly, wearing a big hat, and was sitting in your yard, repairing his bow and arrows, as if he was about to go out hunting. When we got here, we asked him for directions. He was the one who pointed us in the direction of Yicheng!"

The villager spat, "Nonsense! Did you really see him sitting in my yard? There is no such person in my house! In Yicheng, ghosts can kill people. How can I show you the way? I want to kill you! What you saw was a ghost!"

He spit several times to get rid of the bad luck, shook his head and turned away, leaving a group of young people staring at each other in bewilderment. Lan Jingyi continued to defend himself, "I did sit in this yard, I remember it very clearly..."

Wei WuXian briefly said a few words to Lan WangJi, then turned back and said, “Now you understand, you were led to YiCheng by someone. The hunter who showed you the way was not a villager here at all, but someone with ulterior motives pretending to be him.”

Jin Ling asked, "Since the cats were killed and their bodies were dumped along the way, has someone been deliberately leading us here? Is that fake hunter the one who did these things?"

Wei WuXian said, “It’s about right.”

Lan Sizhui asked in confusion, "Why did he go to so much trouble to lead us to Yicheng?"

Wei WuXian said, “We don’t know yet, but you must be careful in the future. If you encounter something strange like this again, don’t investigate it yourself, contact your family first, send more people, and act together. If Han Guang-Jun hadn’t happened to be in Yicheng this time, your lives would have been in danger.”

Thinking of what would happen if they were trapped in Yicheng, many people felt their hair stand on end. Whether they were surrounded by zombies or had to face the living devil Xue Yang, the situation was chilling.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian walked for a while with a group of young men from aristocratic families. As it was getting dark, they arrived at the city where they had left their dog and donkey.

The city was brightly lit and bustling with people. Everyone was moved: This is where the living live.

Wei WuXian opened his arms to the donkey and called out, “Little Apple!”

Little Apple yelled at him furiously, and then Wei Wuxian heard a dog barking and immediately jumped behind Lan Wangji. The fairy also rushed over, and the dog and the donkey confronted each other, baring their teeth at each other.

Lan Wangji said, “Tie it up. Let’s eat.”

He dragged Wei Wuxian, who was almost glued to his back, and walked to the second floor under the guidance of the tea server. Jin Ling and others wanted to follow, but Lan Wangji turned back and glanced at them with an ambiguous meaning. Lan Sizhui immediately said to the others: "The long seats and the young seats have to be separated, so we should stay on the first floor."

Lan Wangji nodded slightly and continued to walk up with an indifferent expression. Jin Ling hesitated on the stairs, neither going up nor down. Wei Wuxian turned around and laughed: "Adults and children should be separated. There are some things you'd better not see."

Jin Ling curled his lips and said, "Who wants to see it?"

Lan Wangji asked someone to book a table on the first floor for a group of children from aristocratic families, while he and Wei Wuxian asked for a private room on the second floor and sat opposite each other.

Wei WuXian said, “HanGuang-Jun, listen to me. Your family must not shoulder all the responsibility for the aftermath of Yicheng. If you really want to clean up such a big city, it will be very time-consuming and difficult. Shuzhong is not the jurisdiction of the Gusu Lan Clan. You can point out these young people downstairs and see which families they are from. Count each of their families and make contributions accordingly.”

Lan Wangji said, “It can be considered.”

Wei WuXian said, “Think about it carefully. Everyone loves to rush to catch prey, but they push responsibilities around. You suffered a loss today, but if you spoil others, they may not appreciate your kindness or understand your realm. If it happens too many times, others will think it’s natural for you to take the lead when something happens. That’s how things are in the world.”

After a pause, he continued, "But it's also bad luck. Yicheng is too remote, and there is no lookout. Otherwise, Jin Ling and Sizhui wouldn't have accidentally run into it, and the souls of Miss Aqing and Taoist Xiao Xingchen wouldn't have taken so many years to see the light of day again."

There are many aristocratic families of different sizes scattered all over the place, mostly living in prosperous cities with easy access to all directions, or in beautiful spiritual places with clear water and mountains. However, no family is willing to stay in some remote and barren places, and even the independent cultivators with great skills rarely travel there. Therefore, when demons and evil spirits appear in these places, the local civilians are often miserable and have nowhere to turn for help. When the last head of the Lanling Jin family, Jin Guangshan, was still alive, Jin Guangyao had proposed this idea, but due to the huge cost, Jin Guangshan did not have a positive attitude towards it, and the Lanling Jin family's appeal was not strong enough at the time, so it was not taken seriously and nothing came of it.

After Jin Guangyao officially succeeded as the head of the family and ascended the throne of the Immortal Supervisor, he began to gather and allocate manpower and material resources from various families to implement the original idea. Initially, there was a lot of opposition, and many people suspected that the Lanling Jin family took advantage of this to enrich themselves. Jin Guangyao put on a smiling face and worked hard for five years. During these five years, he formed alliances with countless people and also fell out with countless people. He used both soft and hard tactics and used all means to finally force him to build more than 1,200 "observation towers".

These "lookout towers" are distributed in these remote and barren places. Each one is assigned with disciples from various families. If there is a strange phenomenon, they will take action immediately. If they cannot solve it, they will quickly send a report to seek help from other families or independent cultivators. If the cultivators who come to help ask for compensation, the locals cannot afford it. The money raised by Lanling Jin Clan every year is enough to support them.

These are all things that happened after the death of the Yiling Patriarch. When the two of them passed by several lookout towers during their travels, Wei Wuxian heard the whole story from Lan Wangji. It is said that Jinlintai is preparing to build a second batch of lookout towers, expanding to 3,000 to cover a wider area. Although these lookout towers have been widely praised soon after their completion due to their significant effectiveness, the voices of doubt and ridicule have never stopped. By then, there will definitely be another huge uproar.

After a while, the dishes and wine came. Wei Wuxian glanced at the table casually, and most of the dishes were red and spicy. He noticed Lan Wangji's chopsticks and found that he mostly touched the light dishes, and occasionally reached for the bright red plate. He took a bite without changing his expression, and his heart moved slightly. Lan Wangji noticed his gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wei WuXian slowly poured a glass and said, “I want someone to drink with me.”