It was as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on him, and the smile on Wei Wuxian's face froze.

This tall figure stood under the dead tree, facing this direction. If he had a head on his neck, he should be staring at Wei Wuxian quietly at this moment.

On the other side of the campfire, the younger generations of the Lan family also saw this shadow. Their hair stood on end and their eyes widened as they were about to draw their swords. Wei Wuxian put his index finger to his lips and made a soft "hush" sound.

He signaled to everyone with his eyes "no" and shook his head. Seeing this, Lan Sizhui quietly and silently pushed back Lan Jingyi's half-drawn sword.

The headless man stretched out his hand, leaned on the tree trunk beside him, and stroked it for a while, as if he was thinking about something, or as if he was trying to confirm what this thing was.

He took a small step forward, and Wei Wuxian could see most of his body clearly.

The clothes that the headless man was wearing were a slightly torn shroud, which was exactly the same as the one worn by the torso that they dug out from the Chang family tomb.

At the feet of the headless man, there was a pile of fragments scattered around. It was barely recognizable that they were a few broken evil-sealing bags.

Wei WuXian thought to himself: “I was so careless that I let my good brother fight on his own!”

After he and Lan Wangji entered Yicheng, there were constant changes, and they hadn't played "Rest" together for more than two days. During the few days they wandered here, the two of them tried their best to make up for it and barely suppressed it. However, the limbs of the corpse had been collected, and the attraction between them was greatly enhanced. Maybe they sensed each other's resentment and wanted to be together too much. While Lan Wangji was out on night patrol, they couldn't wait to roll to the side, broke through the evil-sealing bag that bound them, and automatically pieced together into a corpse.

Unfortunately, this body is still missing a part. And it is the most important part.

The headless man put his hand on his neck, touching the neatly cut scarlet cut on his throat. After a while, he still couldn't feel what he should have. As if he was enraged by this fact, he suddenly struck out with his palm and hit the tree next to him!

The tree trunk cracked in response. Wei WuXian thought, “He has quite a bad temper.”

Lan Jingyi held the sword horizontally in front of him and said in a trembling voice: "What kind of monster is this!"

Wei WuXian said, “I can tell from the sound of it that you didn’t do your basic homework well. What is a demon? What is a monster? This is obviously a corpse, a ghost, how can it be a demon?”

Lan Sizhui whispered, "Senior, you... are so loud, aren't you afraid that he will find you?"

Wei WuXian said, “It’s okay. I just realized that it doesn’t matter how loud we speak, because he has no head, no eyes, and no ears, which means he can’t see or hear. If you don’t believe me, you can shout and see.”

Lan Jingyi asked curiously: "Really? Let me try."

After saying that, he immediately shouted twice. As soon as he finished shouting, the headless man suddenly turned around and walked towards the younger generation of the Lan family.

The young men were terrified, and Lan Jingyi screamed, "Didn't you say it was okay?!"

Wei WuXian put his hands to his mouth and said loudly: “It’s really alright, look! I spoke so loudly, but he didn’t come over, didn’t he? But it’s not about the noise over there, it’s about the fire! It’s hot! There are many living people, and they are all men! The yang energy is strong! He can’t see or hear, but he can go to where he feels lively. Hurry up and put out the fire, and disperse!”

Lan Sizhui waved his hand, a gust of wind put out the flames, and a group of young men scattered in the deserted garden.

Sure enough, once the bonfire went out and the people dispersed, the headless man lost his direction.

He stood there for a while, and everyone just breathed a sigh of relief, when suddenly, he moved again and walked towards one of the boys accurately!

Lan Jingyi screamed again: "Didn't you say that everything would be fine once the fire was out and dispersed?!"

Wei WuXian didn’t bother to answer him, and said to the boy, “Don’t move!”

He picked up a stone at his feet, flipped his wrist, and threw it at the headless man. The stone hit his back, and the headless man immediately stopped and turned around, weighing the two options, and seemed to think this side was more suspicious, so he walked towards Wei Wuxian instead.

Wei WuXian took two very slow steps, just brushing past the headless man who was walking towards him. He said, “I told you to disperse, not to run around. Don’t run too fast. This headless ghost has a high level of cultivation. If you move too fast and create a breeze around you, he will notice it.”

Lan Sizhui asked, "He seems to be looking for something... Is he looking for his... head?"

Wei WuXian said, “Yes, he is looking for his head. There are so many heads here, and he doesn’t know which one is his, so he will pull the head off everyone’s neck and put it on his own neck to see if it fits. If it fits, he will continue to use it for a while, and if it doesn’t fit, he will throw it away. So, you have to walk slowly, hide slowly, and don’t get caught by him.”

Imagining their heads being cut off by this headless corpse and then bloodied and put on his neck, the boys felt a chill and raised their hands to protect their heads and necks, and began to "escape" slowly in the garden. It was as if the group of people were playing a dangerous game of hide-and-seek with this headless ghost. Those caught by the ghost had to hand over their heads. Once the headless man caught the trace of a boy, Wei Wuxian would throw a stone to divert his attention and lead him to his side.

Wei WuXian put his hands behind his back and moved slowly, observing the movements of the headless corpse as he walked. He thought to himself, “This brother’s posture is a bit strange. He keeps waving his arms with his fists clenched. This movement…”

While he was thinking, Lan Jingyi couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Are we going to keep going like this? How long will it take?"

Wei WuXian thought about it and said, “Of course not.”

After saying that, he shouted loudly: "Han Guangjun! Han Guangjun! Han Guangjun, are you back? Help!"

Seeing this, the others followed him and started shouting. Anyway, this evil corpse had no head, so no sound could be heard. One person shouted louder and louder, and one shouted more mournfully. After a moment, in the darkness, a mournful sound of a flute suddenly rang out, followed by a clear and melodious string singing.

Hearing the sound of the flute and the harp, the group of youngsters were almost crying with joy: "Wuwuwuwu Hanguang-jun! Zewu-jun!"

Two slender figures flashed in front of the dilapidated gate of the flower garden, both of them were tall and graceful, both of them were the same color of ice and snow, one was holding a flute, the other was carrying a zither, and they walked side by side. When they saw the headless figure, they were slightly startled.

Lan Xichen's expression was particularly obvious, almost shocking. Lie Bing stopped making any sound, but Bi Chen had already unsheathed his sword. The headless man sensed a very powerful, bone-chilling sword light coming at him, raised his arm, and swung it again. Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "That move again!"

The headless man was also very agile and nimble. He leaped forward, dodged the sharp edge of Bichen's sword, and with his backhand he actually caught the hilt of Bichen's sword!

He held the Bichen sword in his hand and raised it high, as if he wanted to check the thing in his hand, but he had no eyes. Seeing that the headless man had actually stopped Han Guangjun's Bichen with his bare hands, a group of juniors turned pale, but Lan Wangji remained calm. He took out the guqin, lowered his head and hooked his finger on a string. The sound of the string seemed to turn into an invisible sharp arrow, whistling and spinning towards the fierce corpse. The headless man swung his sword and shattered the sound of the string. Lan Wangji plucked it down, and the seven strings trembled together, singing an exciting and high-pitched sound. At the same time, Wei Wuxian took out the bamboo flute and responded with an unusually sharp flute sound. In an instant, it seemed as if a forest of swords and rain of swords fell from the sky!

The headless corpse raised his sword and fought back. At this time, Lan Xichen had come back to his senses. He brought the Ice-Splitting Flute to his lips and played it with a frown. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but when the elegant and peaceful flute sounded, the headless corpse’s movements froze instantly. He stood there listening for a moment, then turned around as if to check who was playing the music. However, he had no head or eyes, so he couldn’t see anything at all. In addition, the zither and flute were still attacking aggressively. When the three sounds came out at the same time, he finally seemed to have lost his strength, and his body swayed and fell down.

To be precise, it didn't fall down, but fell apart. The hands were hands, the legs were legs, the body was body, and they were scattered on the ground covered with fallen leaves.

Lan Wangji put away his zither, sheathed his sword, and walked to the severed limbs with Wei Wuxian. He lowered his head and took out five brand new evil-sealing bags. A group of juniors gathered around in shock, and saluted Zewu Jun first. Before they started to chatter, Lan Wangji said, "Rest."

Lan Jingyi said in a daze: "Ah? But Han Guang-jun, it's not the midnight hour yet?"

Lan Sizhui pulled him and said respectfully, "Yes." He didn't ask any more questions and took the rest of the juniors to find another part of the flower garden, where they started a fire and went to rest.

There were only three people left beside the pile of corpses. Wei Wuxian nodded to Lan Xichen and squatted on the ground. He was about to seal the corpse back into the bag with his left hand. When he was halfway through, Lan Xichen said, "Please wait a moment."

Wei Wuxian knew something was wrong when he saw his expression just now. As expected, Lan Xichen turned pale and repeated, “Please… wait a moment, let me see this body.”

Wei WuXian stopped his movements and asked, “Does ZeWu-Jun know the identity of this person?”

Lan Xichen hadn't responded yet, as if he was unsure, but Lan Wangji had already nodded slowly.

Wei WuXian said: “Okay, I know who it is now.”

He lowered his voice and said, "Chi Fengzun, right?"

Just now, when playing hide-and-seek, the headless corpse had been repeating the same action: clenching his fists, swinging his arms, and slashing horizontally and vertically. It looked like he was swinging some kind of weapon.

When it comes to weapons, Wei Wuxian thinks of swords. But he himself is a swordsman, and he has fought with many famous swordsmen in the past, but he has never seen any master use the sword like this. The sword is the "king of all weapons", and people who use swords always pay attention to a bit of dignity, or a bit of elegance. Even the assassin's sword, in its cruelty and viciousness, must have a bit of agility. In sword techniques, there are more actions such as "stabbing" and "picking", and fewer actions such as "cutting" and "slicing". Looking at the headless man's sword movements, they are too heavy, with too much murderous and violent aura, and he chops horizontally and vertically, without any elegance or grace.

However, if what he held was not a sword, but a knife, and a very heavy and murderous knife - then it would make sense.

The temperament and the way of using a knife and a sword are completely different. The weapon that this headless person usually used before his death should be a knife. His knife skills are sharp, and he only seeks power, not elegance. When he was looking for his head, he was also looking for his own weapon. So he kept repeating the action of swinging the knife, and even grabbed Bichen with his backhand, using the sword as his saber.

Previously, the body had no special marks such as birthmarks, and it was cut into pieces, making it impossible to identify its identity. Not to mention that Nie Huaisang could not recognize it in the knife sacrifice hall, even Wei Wuxian could not guarantee that if his own legs were cut off and thrown around, he would be able to recognize whose legs they were. It was not until the limbs and torso were temporarily glued together by the resentment and pieced together into a body that could move that Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji recognized his figure.

Wei WuXian said, “Zewu-Jun, Hanguang-Jun has told you about our experiences along the way. Mojiazhuang, the gravediggers, Yicheng.”

Lan Xichen nodded. Wei Wuxian said, “Then Hanguang-jun should have told you that the misty man who tried to snatch the corpse from the Chang family cemetery was familiar with the Gusu Lan family’s swordsmanship. There are only two possibilities: one, he is from the Lan family and has practiced the Gusu Lan family’s swordsmanship since he was a child; two, he is not from the Lan family, but he is very familiar with your family’s swordsmanship, either he often exchanges moves with the Lan family, or he is very smart and can remember all the moves and sword paths as long as he has seen them.”

Lan Xichen remained silent, and Wei Wuxian continued, “He snatched the corpse because he didn’t want others to find out that Chi Feng Zun had been dismembered. Once Chi Feng Zun’s body was pieced together, the situation would be unfavorable to him. This is someone who knows the secrets of the Qinghe Nie Clan’s Saber Hall, someone who may be very close to the Gusu Lan Clan, and someone who has a... connection with Chi Feng Zun.”

Who this person is most likely to be? No one needs to say it out loud, everyone knows it.

Although Lan Xichen looked solemn, he immediately said upon hearing this: "He won't do that."

Wei WuXian asked, “Lord ZeWu?”

Lan Xichen said, “You investigated the dismemberment case and encountered the gravedigger, both of which happened this month. And he has been talking to me almost all night this month, and a few days ago we were planning the Lanling Jin Clan’s Hundred Families Invitation to Talk event next month. He was too busy to do anything else, so the gravedigger couldn’t be him.”

Wei WuXian asked, “What if I use the teleportation talisman?”

Lan Xichen shook his head. Although his tone was gentle, he was firm: "To use the teleportation talisman, one must practice the art of teleportation, which is extremely difficult to practice. He has never shown any signs of having practiced it. Moreover, using this art consumes a lot of spiritual energy, but we went out hunting at night together not long ago, and he performed very well. I can be sure that he has never used the teleportation talisman."

Lan Wangji said: "He doesn't have to go in person."

Lan Xichen still shook his head slowly. Wei Wuxian said, “Sect Master Lan, you know in your heart who the most suspicious person is, but you refuse to admit it.”

The light from the bonfire cast a shadowy shadow on the faces of the three people, which was unpredictable. In the abandoned and dilapidated flower garden, there was silence.

After a moment of silence, Lan Xichen said, “I understand that for some reason, people have many misunderstandings about him. But… I only believe what I have seen with my own eyes over the years. I believe he is not that kind of person.”

It is not difficult to understand why Lan Xichen defended this man. To be honest, even Wei Wuxian himself had a good impression of the person they suspected. Perhaps because of his background, he was very humble and friendly to others. He was the kind of person who would not offend anyone and everyone felt comfortable with him. What's more, Zewu Jun had been friends with him for several years?

During Nie Mingjue's lifetime, the Qinghe Nie Clan was at its peak under his leadership, and its influence was catching up with the Lanling Jin Clan. Who would benefit the most from Nie Mingjue's death?

Going crazy and dying in public - a regrettable incident that seems flawless and unavoidable, but is the truth really that simple?