“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa——!!!”

Wang Lingjiao screamed and sat up from the bed. Wen Chao, who was reading a letter at the table, slammed the table and said angrily: "Why are you screaming in the middle of the night?"

Wang Lingjiao took a few breaths in shock and said, "I...I dreamed about that guy named Wei. I dreamed about him again!"

Wen Chao said: "I threw him into the mass grave for more than three months. Why do you still dream about him? You have dreamed about him several times!"

Wang Lingjiao said: "I...I don't know why, I keep dreaming about him recently."

Wen Chao was already distracted from reading the letter, and had no time to pay attention to her, let alone hug her and comfort her like before. He said impatiently: "Then don't go to sleep!"

She got out of bed, threw herself at Wen Chao's desk, and said, "Master Wen, I... the more I think about it, the more scared I get. I think... did we make a big mistake back then?... He was thrown into the mass grave, will he not die? Will he..."

The veins on Wen Chao's temples throbbed. He said, "How is it possible? How many groups of monks have we sent to clear the mass graves? Has any of them ever come back? He was thrown in there. I'm afraid his body must have rotted and stank by now."

Wang Lingjiao said: "Death is also scary! If he really turns into a ghost and comes back to find us as he said..."

As she spoke, they both recalled Wei Ying's face and expression when he fell that day, and they shuddered at the same time.

Wen Chao immediately retorted: "It's impossible even if he's dead! The souls of those who died in the mass graves will be imprisoned there. Don't scare yourself. Can't you see that I'm annoyed!"

He crumpled up the letter in his hand and threw it out, saying angrily, "What kind of expedition is this? Bullshit, you want to shoot down the sun? Dream on!"

Wang Lingjiao stood up and carefully poured him a cup of tea. She considered some flattering words in her mind before saying in a charming voice, "Master Wen, those families will only be able to run rampant for a while. Sect Master Wen will surely be able to..."

Wen Chao cursed: "Shut up! You know nothing! Get out and don't bother me!"

Wang Lingjiao felt aggrieved and a little resentful. She put down the teacup, straightened her hair and gauze dress, and walked out with a smile on her face.

As soon as she went out, the smile on her face fell, and she opened a ball of paper in her hand. When she came out just now, she quietly picked up the letter that Wen Chao threw out, wanting to see what the news was that made him so angry. She didn't know many words, and after reading it over and over for a long time, she finally guessed that the letter said: Wen Chao's eldest brother Wen Xu, the eldest son of the Wen family's patriarch, was beheaded by one of the family heads who led the rebellion, and was also picked up in front of the battle as a demonstration!

Wang Lingjiao was stunned.

The Gusu Lan family was burned, the Yunmeng Jiang family was destroyed, and countless other families, large and small, were suppressed in various ways. There were voices of resistance, but they were always quickly suppressed by the Qishan Wen family. Therefore, three months ago, when the Jin, Nie, Lan, and Jiang families formed an alliance and took the lead in rebellion under the banner of the "Sun Shooting Expedition", they did not take it seriously.

Sect Master Wen spoke at that time. Among the four families, the Lanling Jin Clan was a fence-sitter. Seeing that the other families were filled with righteous indignation and were going to attack, he would also take part in it. However, if he was defeated step by step, he would soon realize that he was asking for trouble, and might come back to cling to the Wen Clan and cry for his parents. The head of the Qinghe Nie Clan was too strong and would not last long. He would die at the hands of his own people sooner or later without anyone else's help. The Gusu Lan Clan was burned to pieces, and Lan Xichen moved the library back to succeed the head of the family. He was just a junior who could not handle any major things. The most ridiculous was the Yunmeng Jiang Clan. All the members of the family were slaughtered and scattered, leaving only Jiang Cheng, who was younger than Lan Xichen, a brat who was still wet behind the ears and had no subordinates, but dared to call himself the head of the family and raise the flag to attack, recruiting new disciples while attacking.

In short, it can be summed up in eight words: Not being able to accomplish anything is not being able to achieve anything!

All those who stood on the side of the Wen family regarded the Sun Shooting Campaign as a joke. Who would have thought that three months later, the situation did not develop in the way they had imagined!

It would have been fine if many important places such as Hejian and Yunmeng had been lost, but now, even the eldest son of Sect Leader Wen had been beheaded.

Wang Lingjiao walked in the corridor anxiously for a while, and returned to her room restlessly, her eyelids twitching wildly. She rubbed her eyelids with one hand and pressed her chest with the other, thinking about her way out.

She had been with Wen Chao for almost half a year. Half a year was the limit of the time it took for Wen Chao to go from liking a woman to being bored with her. She thought she was different and the one who could hold on to the end, but Wen Chao's increasingly impatient behavior recently told her that she was no different from other women.

Wang Lingjiao bit her lip, thought for a while, squatted down, and took out a small box from under the bed.

This small box contained all the money and treasures she had managed to collect during the six months she had been with Wen Chao. Money could be spent, and treasures could be used for self-defense. Although she was unwilling, this day had finally come.

She wanted to count how much stock she had, so she took out a small key from her belt and unlocked the door while muttering, "Bitch, you bastard will die sooner or later. I'm happy that I don't have to serve you anymore...ah!"

She fell to the ground suddenly.

Just now, the moment she opened the box, she saw what was inside.

There was no treasure she cherished, only a pale-skinned child curled up in a box!

Wang Lingjiao screamed in fear, kicking her legs and moving backwards. She always kept this box locked, and she only carried the key with her. How could there be a child inside? She couldn't open it once a month. If there was a child hidden inside, how could she not know? How could this child survive? !

She kicked the small box over, and the box turned upside down, with the bottom facing her. There was no movement for a long while.

Wang Lingjiao got up from the ground with shaking legs. She wanted to get closer to take another look, but she didn't dare. She thought to herself, "There's a ghost, there's a ghost!"

Her cultivation was extremely poor, and she couldn't deal with ghosts. But she suddenly remembered that this was the Supervisory Office, and there were talismans outside the gate and outside each room. If there were ghosts, the talismans would definitely protect her. She rushed out, took down the talisman outside her room, and stuck it on her chest.

With the talisman in front of her chest, she felt reassured, and tiptoed into the room, found a clothes rail, and used it to turn the box over from a distance. Inside were all her treasures neatly stacked, and there was no child at all.

Wang Lingjiao breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down with the clothes rail in her hand, and was about to start counting when she suddenly discovered two white lights under the bed.

Those are a pair of eyes.

There was a little white child lying under the bed, looking at her.

This was the third time Wen Chao had heard Wang Lingjiao scream tonight. He became even more furious and roared, "Stupid bitch! You're so jumpy. Can't you just annoy me a little less?"

If it weren't for the annoying news that he had received these days, and if he hadn't had the time to look for new beauties, and if he hadn't been afraid that the woman he had found was a female assassin sent by one of those scumbag families, who was not innocent and reliable, and who needed a bed warmer, he would have told the woman to get out as far away as possible. Wen Chao shouted, "Someone! Tell her to shut up!"

No one responded. Wen Chao kicked a stool away, his anger rising even higher: "Where are all the dead people!"

Suddenly, the door opened wide. Wen Chao said, "I told you to shut up that bitch, not to come in..."

He turned around, the rest of his words stuck in his throat. He saw a woman standing at the door of his house.

This woman had a crooked nose and slanted eyes, and her facial features looked as if they had been broken into pieces and then pieced together again. Her two eyeballs were looking in different directions, with her left eye staring diagonally upwards and her right eye staring diagonally downwards. Her entire face was distorted beyond recognition.

Wen Chao had to work hard to recognize her by the revealing gauze dress she was wearing. This was Wang Lingjiao!

Wang Lingjiao's throat gurgled, and she took a few steps towards him, stretching out her hand: "...Help...Help...Save me..."

Wen Chao yelled, drew out his new sword, and slashed at him: "Get out! Get out of here!"

Wang Lingjiao’s shoulder was chopped by his sword. Her facial features were distorted even more. She screamed, “Ahhhhhhh… It hurts — it hurts!!!”

Wen Chao didn't even dare to draw his sword, and picked up a stool and threw it at her. The stool broke apart after hitting her, and Wang Lingjiao staggered, knelt down, and lay on the ground, as if she was kowtowing to someone, and said incoherently: "...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...forgive me, forgive me, forgive me, wuwuwu..."

As she kowtowed, blood flowed out of her seven orifices. The door was blocked by her, and Wen Chao could not rush out. He had to push open the window and shouted heartbreakingly: "Wen Zhuliu! Wen Zhuliu!!!"

Wang Lingjiao, who was lying on the ground, had already picked up a stool leg and was stuffing it into her mouth frantically, laughing as she did so, saying, "Okay, okay, I'll eat it, I'll eat it! Haha, I'll eat it!"

She actually stuffed a part of the stool leg in like that!

Wen Chao was terrified and was about to jump out of the window to escape when he suddenly noticed a black figure standing in the moonlight in the courtyard.

At the same time.

Jiang Cheng was standing in front of a forest, and when he noticed someone approaching, he turned his head slightly. The person was dressed in white, with a headband tied around his head, and a ribbon fluttering behind him with his hair. His face was as white as jade, and he was extremely handsome and elegant. Under the moonlight, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a faint halo.

Jiang Cheng said coldly, "Second Master Lan."

Lan Wangji looked solemn and nodded, "Sect Master Jiang."

After the two men greeted each other, they had nothing to say. They took their respective monks and flew away on their swords in silence.

Two months ago, the Lan family's twin brothers and Jiang Cheng launched a surprise attack and took back the swords that were confiscated from the children of various families from Wen Chao's "Education Department" and returned them to their original owners. The Three Poisons and Bichen were then returned to their respective hands.

Lan Wangji's light-colored eyes glanced at the other sword on Jiang Cheng's waist, then turned his gaze back.

After a while, he looked straight ahead and said, "Wei Ying hasn't appeared yet?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at him, as if wondering why he suddenly asked about Wei Ying, and replied, "No."

He looked at the sword on his waist and said, "My people haven't found any news about him yet, but he will definitely look for me when he comes back. I will return the sword to him if he shows up."

Not long after, the two of them led a group of monks to the Supervisory Office where Wen Chao was hiding, preparing for a night attack. Before entering the door, Lan Wangji's eyes fixed on him, and Jiang Cheng frowned.

The negative energy is overflowing and resentment is rampant.

However, the talismans on both sides of the gate were intact. Jiang Cheng made a gesture, and the monks he led dispersed and hid under the wall. He waved the Three Poisons, and the sword energy attacked and knocked open the gate.

Before entering, Lan Wangji glanced at the talismans on both sides of the door.

The scene inside the Supervisory Office was extremely tragic.

The courtyard was littered with corpses. Not only in the courtyard, but also in the flowerbeds, corridors, wooden fences, and even on the roof.

These corpses were all wearing flaming robes, and they were disciples of the Wen family. Jiang Cheng used the Three Poisons to turn a corpse over, and saw bloodstains all over the pale face, and said, "Bleeding from all seven orifices."

Lan Wangji stood on the other side and said, "This one is not."

Jiang Cheng walked over and found that the corpse had its eyes rolled back, its face was unrecognizable, and yellow bile was flowing from its mouth. It must have been frightened to death.

One of his disciples said, "Master, we checked and found that they are all dead. Moreover, the cause of death for each body is different."

Hanged, burned, drowned, poisoned, frozen, slit throats, pierced brains with a sharp weapon... Jiang Cheng finished listening and said grimly, "It seems that something else has helped us complete the mission tonight."

Lan Wangji remained silent and entered the house first.

The door of Wen Chao's room was wide open, and there was only a female corpse in the room. The female corpse was wearing thin clothes, and half of a stool leg was stuffed in her mouth. It turned out that she stabbed herself to death because she tried to swallow the half of the table leg.

Jiang Cheng turned the twisted face of the female corpse over, stared at it for a while, sneered, grabbed the leg of the stool, and shoved it into her mouth, forcing the half that was left outside into her mouth.

He stood up with red eyes and was about to speak when he saw Lan Wangji standing in front of the door, frowning in thought. He walked over and followed Lan Wangji's gaze, only to see a talisman with red characters on a yellow background pasted on the door.

At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with this talisman, but if you look at it more closely, you will find that there are some subtle aspects that make people extremely uncomfortable.

Lan Wangji said, “That’s a lot.”

Jiang Cheng frowned and said, "As expected."

They had memorized the drawing method of this house-guarding talisman by heart when they were fifteen or sixteen years old. However, there were a few more strokes in the cinnabar of this talisman. And it was these few strokes that changed the pattern of the entire talisman. Now it seemed that the talisman posted on the door was like a human face, smiling grimly.

The bodies of Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu were not found in the Supervisory Office. Jiang Cheng speculated that they must have fled in the direction of Qishan, and immediately led his men out of the abandoned Supervisory Office and chased them on his sword. However, Lan Wangji went back to Gusu first.

The next day, Lan Wangji caught up with Jiang Cheng, took out the talisman from last time, and said, "This talisman has been reversed."

Jiang Cheng asked: "Reversal? What does reversal mean?"

Lan Wangji said, "Ordinary talismans drive away evil spirits. This talisman attracts evil spirits."

Jiang Cheng was stunned: "Talismans - can they attract evil? I've never heard of that."

Lan Wangji said: "It is indeed unheard of, but after testing, it does have the ability to summon evil spirits."

Jiang Cheng took the talisman and examined it carefully, saying, "Just by adding a few strokes, the function of the entire talisman was reversed? Is this man-made?"

Lan Wangji said, “There are four strokes added in total, drawn with human blood. The entire Supervisory Office’s house-guarding talismans have been altered. The strokes were drawn by the same person.”

Jiang Cheng asked, "Who could this person be? I've never heard of anyone among the famous scholars who can do such a thing." Then he added, "But no matter who he is, his goal is the same as ours - to kill all the Wen dogs!"

The two followed the intelligence all the way north, and every time they passed a place, they could hear about the tragic deaths of strange corpses. All of these corpses were Wen family monks wearing flaming robes, all of them were of high rank and had great cultivation. However, all of them died in horrible ways, in various ways, and were exposed in places with surging crowds. Jiang Cheng said, "Do you think that these people were also killed by that person?"

Lan Wangji said: "The evil spirit is very strong. It must be done by one person."

Jiang Cheng snorted, "Evil? In this world, is there anyone more evil than Wen Gou?"

The pursuit lasted until late at night on the fourth day, and the two finally caught sight of Wen Zhuliu near a post station in a remote mountain town.

The post station had two floors, and next to it was a stable. When Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng arrived, they saw a tall figure rushing into the building and locking the door. The two were afraid of Wen Zhuliu's "Danhua Hand" skill, so they didn't want to alert the enemy, so they didn't enter through the door, but climbed onto the roof. Jiang Cheng suppressed the overwhelming hatred in his chest, gritted his teeth, stared at the cracks in the tiles, and looked down.

Wen Zhuliu was covered in dust and holding a figure in his arms. He walked up to the second floor with slow steps, put the person down on the table, ran to the window, pulled down all the curtains to cover the window tightly, then returned to the table and lit the oil lamp.

The weak light illuminated his face, which was still pale and cold, but there were two dark streaks under his eyes. The other person at the table was wrapped tightly, even his face was covered in a cloak, like a fragile cocoon, shivering and panting in the cloak, and suddenly said, "Don't turn on the light! What if he finds out!"

Lan Wangji raised his head and looked at Jiang Cheng, both of them had the same suspicion in their eyes.

This person must be Wen Chao. But why did Wen Chao's voice become like this, so sharp and thin, not like Wen Chao at all?

Wen Zhuliu lowered his head and searched for something in his sleeve, saying, "If we don't turn on the light, won't he be able to find it?"

Wen Chao huffed, "We've run so far and for so long, he shouldn't be able to catch us!"

Wen Zhuliu said indifferently: "Maybe."

Wen Chao said angrily: "What do you mean by maybe! If you haven't escaped yet, why don't you run away quickly!"

Wen Zhuliu said: "You need to take medicine. Otherwise you will die."

As he spoke, he suddenly lifted up Wen Chao's cloak. The two people on the roof were startled.

Under the cloak was not Wen Chao's arrogant, handsome and somewhat greasy face, but a bald head wrapped in bandages!

Wen Zhuliu peeled off the bandages layer by layer, exposing the bald man's skin. The face was covered with uneven burns and scars, making him look like he was boiled, hideous and ugly, and there was no trace of the person he used to be!

Wen Zhuliu took out the medicine bottle, gave him a few pills, and then took out the ointment and applied it to the burns on his head and face. Wen Chao whimpered in pain, but Wen Zhuliu said, "Don't cry, otherwise the tears will make the wound fester and the pain worse."

Wen Chao had to hold back his tears, and couldn't even cry. Next to the flickering flame, a bald man with a burnt face was baring his teeth and making strange noises. The flames were about to go out, dim and yellow. This scene was truly incomparable and terrifying.

At this moment, Wen Chao screamed, "Flute! Flute! Is it a flute?! I heard him playing the flute again!"

Wen Zhuliu said: "No! It's the sound of the wind."

However, Wen Chao had already fallen to the ground and howled in fear, so Wen Zhuliu picked him up again. It seemed that something was wrong with Wen Chao's legs and he could not walk on his own.

After Wen Zhuliu applied the medicine on him, he took out a few buns from his arms, handed them to him, and said, "Eat. After that, continue on your journey."

Wen Chao trembled as he picked it up and took a bite. Seeing this, Jiang Cheng remembered the miserable situation he and Wei Wuxian had when they fled. The two of them couldn't even get a bite of dry food. This situation was really retribution!

He was filled with joy, the corners of his mouth raised, and he laughed silently.

Suddenly, Wen Chao looked as if he had bitten something. He revealed an extremely terrifying expression, threw the bun away, and screamed, "I don't eat meat! I don't eat it! I don't eat it! I don't eat meat!"

Wen Zhuliu handed over another one and said, "This one is not made of meat."

Wen Chao said, "I don't want to eat anymore! Take it away! Get out of here! I want to find my father. When can I go back to my father?"

Wen Zhuliu said: "At this rate, there are still two days left."

He spoke very honestly, never exaggerating, never lying. This honesty made Wen Chao extremely painful, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Two days? Two days?! Look at me now, what am I like? If I wait two more days, what will I be like?! Useless thing!"

Wen Zhuliu stood up suddenly, and Wen Chao shrank back in fear, thinking that he wanted to escape alone, and suddenly he knew he was scared. All the guards died tragically in front of him one by one, and only Wen Zhuliu was his strongest support and his last support. He quickly changed his words and said, "No, no, no, Wen Zhuliu, Brother Wen! Don't leave, you can't abandon me, as long as you take me back to my father, I will ask him to promote you to the highest guest official! No, no, no, you saved me, you are my elder brother, I will ask him to recognize you as a member of our sect! From now on, you are my elder brother!"

Wen Zhuliu stared at the direction of the stairs and said, "No need."

Not only did he hear it, Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng also heard it. The sound of footsteps came from the stairs of the post station.

There was a person walking up the stairs step by step.

Wen Chao's face, which was covered with burns, instantly lost its original excess blood color. He stretched out his hands from his cloak and covered his face, as if he was too scared and wanted to protect himself by covering his eyes. However, his palms were bare, without a single finger!

Boom, boom, boom.

The man walked up the stairs slowly. He was dressed in black, tall and slender, with a flute at his waist and his hands behind his back.

Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng on the roof both put their hands on the hilts of their swords.

However, when that person leisurely walked up the stairs and turned around with a smile, he saw the handsome face of Lan Wangji and opened his eyes wide in disbelief.