The young men over there were also newcomers, all of them looked nervous, but they still strictly followed the positions to guard the Mo residence, and pasted talismans all over the hall. The servant Atong had been carried into the hall. Lan Sizhui held his pulse with his left hand and pushed Mrs. Mo's back with his right hand. Both sides were in a state of panic, and Atong suddenly climbed up from the ground.

Ading exclaimed, "Ah!" "Atong, you're awake!"

Before she could show any joy on her face, she saw Atong raise his left hand and strangle her neck.

Seeing this, Lan Sizhui tapped him three times on several acupuncture points. Wei Wuxian knew that although the people in his family looked gentle, their arm strength was not gentle at all. Anyone would be unable to move immediately after being tapped like this, but Atong seemed unaware of this. He pinched his left hand tighter and tighter, and his expression became more and more painful and ferocious. Lan Jingyi tried to pry his left hand open, but it was like prying a piece of iron, and it didn't move at all. After a moment, with a "click", Atong's head tilted and drooped, and his hand loosened. However, the cervical vertebrae were already broken.

He actually strangled himself to death in public!

Seeing this, Ading trembled and said, "...Ghost! There is an invisible ghost here, and it made Atong strangle himself to death!"

Her voice was shrill and shrill, making the others shudder and suddenly believe it. However, Wei Wuxian's judgment was exactly the opposite: it was not a ghost.

He had seen the talismans chosen by these young men. They were all for repelling spirits. They covered the entire East Hall tightly. If it was really an evil spirit, the talismans would automatically burn with green flames immediately, instead of being silent as they were now.

It's not that these kids are slow to react, but that the ghost is really ferocious. Xuanmen has strict standards for the term "evil ghost". If it kills one person a month and continues to haunt for three months, it can be classified as an evil ghost. This standard was set by Wei Wuxian, and it is probably still in use now. He is best at dealing with this kind of thing. In his opinion, if it kills one person every seven days, it can be considered an evil ghost that haunts frequently. But this thing killed three people in a row, and the interval was so short that even famous cultivators would find it difficult to come up with a countermeasure immediately, not to mention that these are just a group of young people who have just debuted.

As he was thinking this, the fire flickered and a gust of cold wind blew past. All the lanterns and candles in the courtyard and the east hall went out.

When the lights went out, screams rang out one after another. Men and women pushed, shoved, fell, and ran away. Lan Jingyi shouted, "Stand still, don't run around! Whoever runs will be caught!"

This is not alarmist. It is the nature of evil spirits to make trouble in the dark and fish in troubled waters. The more they cry and run, the more likely they are to bring disaster upon themselves without knowing it. It is extremely dangerous to be alone or lose your composure at this time. However, everyone is in a state of distraction, so how can they hear clearly or listen carefully? In a short while, the East Hall became quiet, except for the slight breathing and sobbing. I am afraid there are not many people left.

In the darkness, a flash of fire suddenly lit up. It was Lan Sizhui who ignited a fire talisman.

The flame of the bright fire talisman would not be extinguished by the evil wind, so he held the talisman to relight the candle while the remaining teenagers went to comfort the others. In the light of the fire, Wei Wuxian casually glanced at his wrist, and another scar had healed.

When he took this look, he suddenly realized that the number of scars was wrong.

Originally, he had two scars on each wrist. When Mo Ziyuan died, one healed; when Mo Ziyuan's father died, another; and when the servant Atong died, another. In this way, three scars should have healed, leaving only the last one, which was the deepest and carried the most hatred.

But now his wrist was empty, not a single one left.

Wei Wuxian believed that Madam Mo would definitely be among the targets of Mo Xuanyu's revenge. The longest and deepest wound was reserved for her. And it disappeared.

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Did Mo Xuanyu suddenly let go of his hatred? That was impossible. His soul had already been sacrificed as the price for summoning Wei Wuxian. The wound would have to heal only if Madam Mo died.

His gaze slowly moved away and moved to Mrs. Mo, who had just woken up and was surrounded by everyone, her face as pale as paper.

Unless she is already dead.

Wei Wuxian was certain that something had attached itself to Madam Mo. If this thing wasn't a soul, then what could it be?

Suddenly, Ading cried, "Hand...hand, Atong's left hand!"

Lan Sizhui moved the Minghuo Talisman over Atong's body. Sure enough, his left hand also disappeared.

Left hand!

In a flash, Wei Wuxian's eyes were full of light, and the evil creature and his missing left arm were connected in a straight line. He suddenly burst out laughing. Lan Jingyi said angrily: "This fool, he can still laugh at this time!" But then he thought again, since he was a fool, why bother with him?

Wei WuXian grabbed his sleeve and shook his head, “No, no! ”

Lan Jingyi was about to pull back his sleeves in annoyance: "Not what? Not a fool? Stop making trouble! No one has time to pay attention to you."

Wei WuXian pointed at the bodies of Father Mo and Atong on the ground and said, “These are not them.”

Lan Sizhui stopped Lan Jingyi from getting angry and asked, "What do you mean by 'this is not them'?"

Wei WuXian said solemnly: “This one is not Mo ZiYuan’s father, and that one is not A-Tong either.”

The more solemn his face was, the more he looked sick. But these words were horrifying in the dim candlelight. Lan Sizhui was stunned and couldn't help asking, "Why?"

Wei WuXian said proudly, “Hands, they are not left-handed. I always use my right hand to beat them. I know that.”

Lan Jingyi couldn't stand it anymore and spat, "Why are you so proud? Look how proud you are!"

Lan Sizhui was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. Recall: Atong strangled himself with his left hand. When Mrs. Mo's husband pushed his wife down, he also used his left hand.

However, when Mo Xuanyu was causing trouble in the East Hall during the day, these two people were busy arresting people and driving them away, and they were right-handed. It was impossible that these two people suddenly became left-handed before they died.

Although he didn't know the exact reason, if he wanted to find out what was causing the trouble, he had to start with the "left hand". Lan Sizhui figured this out and felt a little suspicious. He glanced at Wei Wuxian and couldn't help thinking: "He suddenly said this, it really doesn't seem like a coincidence."

Wei Wuxian just smiled slyly, knowing that this reminder was too deliberate, but there was nothing he could do. Fortunately, Lan Sizhui did not pursue the matter, thinking: "In any case, since Mr. Mo is willing to remind me, he probably does not have bad intentions." He then turned his eyes away from him, glanced at Ading who had just fainted from crying, and fell on Madam Mo.

My eyes moved down from her face to her hands. Her arms were hanging flat, mostly hidden in her sleeves, with only a small part of her fingers exposed. The fingers on her right hand were white and slender, just like the hands of a woman who lived a life of luxury and did not work.

However, the fingers on her left hand were slightly longer and thicker than those on her right hand. Her knuckles were raised, full of strength.

This is not a hand that should belong on a woman - it is clearly a man's hand!

Lan Sizhui shouted : "Hold her down!"

Several young men had already grabbed Madam Mo. Lan Sizhui said "Excuse me" and was about to slap her with a talisman, but Madam Mo's left hand twisted at an incredible angle and grabbed his throat.

A living person's arm would be twisted like this unless the bones were broken. And she was so fast that she was about to grab his neck. At this moment, Lan Jingyi screamed "Ah!" and rushed in front of Lan Sizhui to help him block the grab.

There was a flash of fire, and as soon as the arm grabbed Lan Jingyi's shoulder, clusters of green flames appeared on the arm, and the five fingers were immediately released. Lan Sizhui escaped and was about to thank Lan Jingyi for saving him, but he saw that half of the latter's school uniform had been burned to ashes. He was in a very miserable state. While taking off the remaining half, he turned back and cursed angrily: "Why did you kick me, you crazy man, do you want to kill me?!"

Wei WuXian covered his head and ran away: “I didn’t kick you!”

It was he who kicked her. The inside of the outer coat of the Lan family's school uniform was embroidered with dense spells and mantras in the same color with fine threads, which had the miraculous effect of protecting the body and saving lives. However, if you encounter such a powerful one, it will be useless after using it once. In a hurry, she could only kick Lan Jingyi and let him use his body to protect Lan Sizhui's neck. Lan Jingyi wanted to scold again, but Madam Mo fell to the ground, and the flesh on her face was sucked away, leaving only a layer of skin attached to a skull. The arm of the man who did not belong to her fell off her left shoulder, and the five fingers were still flexible, as if they were stretching their muscles, and the throbbing of blood vessels and blue veins could be seen clearly.

This thing is the evil creature summoned by the Yin Flag.

Dismemberment is a standard tragic death, just a little more respectable than Wei Wuxian's death, but not much more respectable. Unlike being torn into powder, the body parts will be tainted with some of the deceased's resentment, longing to return to the other body, longing to die with a complete body, so it will try every means to find other parts of the body. If it finds them, it may rest in peace and contentment from now on, or it may make a bigger fuss. If it can't find them, this part of the body can only be replaced by the next best thing.

What's the next best thing? Find a living person's body.

Just like this left hand: it eats the left hand of a living person and replaces it, sucks the person's essence, blood and flesh dry, then abandons the body and continues to look for the next parasitic container until it finds all the other parts of its corpse.

Once this arm was attached to the body, the person being parasitized would die immediately, but before the flesh and blood of the body were completely sucked out, the person could still walk normally under its control, as if he was still alive. After it was summoned, the first container it found was Mo Ziyuan. The second container was Mo Ziyuan's father. When Madam Mo told her husband to get out, he pushed her back, contrary to his usual behavior. Wei Wuxian originally thought that he was grieving for his son's death and was tired of his wife's tyranny. But now thinking about it, that was not the appearance of a father who had just lost his son. It was not the woodenness of despair, but the dead silence, the silence of the dead.

The third container was Atong. The fourth container was Madam Mo. Taking advantage of the chaos when the lights went out, the ghost hand moved to her body. When Madam Mo died, the last scar on Wei Wuxian's wrist also disappeared.

Seeing that the talisman didn't work but the clothes did, the Lan family boys untied their outer clothes and threw them out, covering the left hand, layer upon layer as if a thick white cocoon was wrapped around it. After a moment, the white clothes burst into flames, and the green flames shot up into the sky. Although it worked for a while, it wouldn't be long before the school uniforms were burned up and the hand would still break out. While no one was paying attention, Wei Wuxian ran straight to the west courtyard.

The zombies captured by the young men were standing silently in the yard. There were more than ten of them. There were spells drawn on the ground to seal them. Wei Wuxian kicked one of the characters, destroying the entire formation, and clapped his hands twice. The zombies shuddered, and their eyeballs suddenly rolled up, as if they were awakened by a thunderclap.

Wei WuXian said, “Get up. It’s time to work!”

He never needed any complicated spells or summons to control the corpse puppets, only the most common and straightforward commands. The walking corpse standing in front trembled and struggled to move a few steps, but as soon as it approached Wei Wuxian, it seemed to be frightened and its legs weakened, and it fell to the ground like a living person.

Wei WuXian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and clapped his hands twice more, this time much lighter. But these zombies were probably born and died in Mojia Village, and had never seen the world. They instinctively obeyed the orders of the summoner, but were inexplicably terrified of the person who issued the order, lying on the ground whimpering and not daring to get up.

The more ferocious the evil spirits, the more easily Wei Wuxian could control them. These zombies had never been trained by him, and could not withstand his direct control. He did not have the materials on hand, and could not immediately make props to alleviate the situation, not even by making do with random pieces. Seeing the green flames rising from the East Courtyard gradually dimming, suddenly, Wei Wuxian's heart lit up.

Why would we need to come out and look for the dead who are extremely resentful, cruel and vicious? !

There are some in the East Hall, and there is more than one!

He flashed back to the East Courtyard. Lan Sizhui's plan was almost exhausted, so he used another one. They all drew out their long swords and stuck them into the ground to form a sword fence. The ghost hand was struggling in the sword fence. They were doing their best to hold down the hilts to prevent them from breaking out, and they had no time to pay attention to who was coming in and out. Wei Wuxian walked into the East Hall, picked up the bodies of Madam Mo and Mo Ziyuan on the left and right, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't wake up yet!"

One call and the soul will come back immediately!

A moment later, Madam Mo and Mo Ziyuan's eyes rolled up, and they let out the sharp screams that were unique to evil spirits returning to life.

Amid the high and low screams, another corpse tremblingly crawled up and called out weakly, as low as it could be. It was none other than Mrs. Mo's husband.

The shouting was loud enough, and the resentment was strong enough. Wei WuXian was very satisfied and smiled, “Do you recognize that hand outside?”

He ordered: "Tear it up. "

The three members of the Mo family were like three black winds, blowing away in an instant.

The left arm broke a long sword and was about to break through the fence. As soon as it came out, three fierce corpses without left arms pounced on it.

In addition to not daring to disobey Wei Wuxian's orders, the three members of the family also had a strong hatred for the thing that killed them, and they took out their anger on the ghost hand. The main killer was undoubtedly Madam Mo. Female corpses are often particularly cruel after they transform. Her hair is disheveled, the whites of her eyes are full of bloodshot, her five nails grow several times longer, and her mouth is foaming. Her screams almost blow the roof off, she is extremely crazy. Mo Ziyuan followed his mother closely, biting and tearing together with her, and his father followed behind to fill the gaps between the attacks of the other two fierce corpses. The few teenagers who were struggling to hold on were stunned.

They had only heard of such fights between zombies in miscellaneous  books and rumors. This was the first time they witnessed such a bloody scene with their own eyes. They were so dumbfounded that they could not look away. They just thought... it was so exciting!

The three corpses fought against the good and the evil, but suddenly, Mo Ziyuan dodged with a scream. His abdomen was ripped by the hand, and several pieces of intestines leaked out. Mrs. Mo roared and protected her son behind her. She grabbed more fiercely, and her nails broke through the air with the power of steel knives and iron swords. Wei Wuxian could see that she was faintly unable to resist.

Even the three corpses that had just died joined forces and were unable to suppress this arm!

Wei Wuxian watched the battle intently, his tongue curled slightly, and a sharp whistle was suppressed in his lips, wanting to whistle but not yet. This whistle could arouse greater hostility in the evil corpses he had driven, and perhaps turn the tide of the battle, but there was no guarantee that no one would find out that he was the one behind it. In the blink of an eye, that hand moved as fast as lightning, ruthlessly and accurately crushing Madam Mo's neck.

Seeing the three members of the Mo family retreating step by step, Wei Wuxian was just about to blow out the long whistle that was pressed under his tongue, at this moment, two clanging sounds of strings came from the sky.

The two sounds seemed to be plucked by someone, very ethereal and clear, with a chill of pine wind. The group of demons and monsters who were killing fiercely in the yard froze when they heard the sound.

The young men of the Gusu Lan Clan instantly glowed with light, as if they were reborn. Lan Sizhui raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face, then suddenly raised his head and said happily, "Han Guangjun!"

Upon hearing the two sounds of the heavenly zither, Wei Wuxian turned around and left.

Another string sounded, this time with a slightly higher pitch, piercing through the clouds and the air, bringing a bit of murderous aura. The three evil corpses retreated one after another, covering their ears with their right hands at the same time. However, the barrier-breaking sound of Gusu Lan Clan was not so easy to block. Before they retreated a few steps, a slight explosion sound came from their heads.

The left arm, which had just experienced a fierce battle, suddenly dropped to the ground when it heard the string music. Although the fingers were still flexing and extending, the arm was silent.

After a brief silence, the group of young men could not help but cheer loudly. Their cheers were filled with the ecstasy of surviving a disaster. After enduring a thrilling night, they finally received support from their family. Even if they were severely punished for "being disrespectful and noisy and bringing disgrace to the family", they did not care.

After waving at the moon for a while, Lan Sizhui suddenly noticed that someone was missing. He pulled Lan Jingyi and asked, "Where is that person?"

Lan Jingyi was just happy: "Who? Which one?"

Lan Sizhui said, "That Mr. Mo."

Lan Jingyi said, "Ah? Why did you look for that lunatic? Who knows where he ran off to because he was afraid of being beaten by me."

“……” Lan Sizhui knew that Lan Jingyi was careless and straightforward, and never thought about things carefully or doubted them too much. He thought to himself, it would be better to wait for Han Guangjun to come and then tell him about this matter.

The Mo Family Village was still sleeping peacefully, but it was unknown whether it was a real sleep or a fake one. Even if there was a fight between corpses in the east and west courtyards of the Mo Family, with blood and foam flying everywhere, no one would get up in the middle of the night to watch. You have to be selective when watching the excitement. It is better not to watch the excitement with screams all the time.

Wei WuXian quickly destroyed the remaining traces of the sacrifice formation in Mo XuanYu's room and rushed out.

What a coincidence, the ones who came were from the Lan family; what a fateful occasion, the one who came was Lan Wangji!

This was one of the people he had dealt with and fought with before. He quickly withdrew. He was anxious to find a mount, and passed by a yard. Inside was a large millstone, with a donkey chewing its mouth. Seeing him rushing over, it seemed a little surprised, and glared at him like a living person. Wei Wuxian looked at it for a moment, and was immediately moved by the contempt in its eyes.

He walked forward, grabbed the rope and dragged it out. The donkey yelled and complained at him. Wei Wuxian coaxed and dragged it, and finally tricked it onto the road. In the dawn, it ran onto the main road.