The wife added, "I just hope he knows that every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. If he wants to seek revenge, he can seek revenge from those immortal cultivators. But please don't harm ordinary people like us."

Her husband said, "Who can say for sure? When he killed more than 3,000 people in Qishan in one go, I was still very young, but I still remember that not only the immortals who practiced Xuan, but also ordinary people were afraid of him. He was a bloodthirsty devil who didn't recognize his relatives."

Wei Wuxian’s smile gradually faded.

He was originally very interested in listening to the young couple chatting about their daily lives, but suddenly, his head seemed to become heavier than a thousand pounds and he couldn't lift it up to see the expression on Lan Wangji's face. He couldn't hear a word of what the couple said next.

At this moment, a terrifying roar suddenly came from outside the farmhouse. The family of three in the yard were eating and chatting, but they were so frightened by the sudden inhuman roar that they dropped their bowls and the child started crying. The young man picked up a hoe and said, "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!"

Not only were they frightened, but even Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian moved slightly. Lan Wangji wanted to get up. But Wei Wuxian suddenly grabbed his clothes on his chest and said, "Don't move."

Lan Wangji opened his eyes slightly. The roaring sound was obviously from an extremely ferocious evil creature. If the farmer was left to deal with it alone, he would surely die. But Wei Wuxian said again, "Don't move."

There was a scream in the yard, and an even louder inhuman roar. It was very close, and the thing had already entered the door. Lan Wangji could no longer lie still, and Bichen drew his sword like lightning, but he heard the three people from the farmhouse running out of the door, screaming as they fled. The haystack was chopped up by Bichen, and in the midst of the hay, a black thing stood in the yard, with disheveled hair and a grin. There were some messy horns on its body, which looked both terrifying and funny. Lan Wangji had never seen such a monster before, and was slightly startled. Wei Wuxian had already spoken, saying, "Wen Ning, you haven't used your voice for many years, and your screams are really getting more and more scary."

A human voice uttered from the dark monster's mouth, and it said helplessly, "Young Master... I am a vicious corpse after all. When vicious corpses scream... they all sound like this."

Wei WuXian patted his shoulder and said, “The momentum is powerful.”

Wen Ning glanced at Lan Wangji, and probably remembered that the people of the Gusu Lan Clan disliked those who were not well-dressed, so he nervously smoothed his hair. Wei Wuxian saw that he had a lot of branches stuck on his head and body, with a look of horrible pain on his face, so he pulled one out and said, "Why did you suddenly jump out? And you are in such a state, were you robbed? What was smeared on your face?"

Wen Ning said, "Your face is covered with dust and mud from the ground... I saw you guys didn't come out for a long time after you went in..."

Wei WuXian asked, “You’ve been following us?”

Wen Ning nodded, and Wei Wuxian understood. Wen Ning didn't dare to see anyone except him, so he secretly followed them after they left the Cloud Recesses. He watched them enter the farmhouse for a long time without any movement, so he leaned over to listen to the wall and heard the young couple discussing him. He felt embarrassed, so he wanted to scare them away so that he and Lan Wangji could come out. Maybe he felt that his original appearance was not intimidating, so he put a lot of messy things on his face and body.

Wei Wuxian almost died of laughter. Wen Ning wiped the mud with a guilty look on his face. Wei Wuxian suddenly noticed that his hands were stained with blood and asked, "What happened?"

Wen Ning said: "Oh, it's okay..."

Lan Wangji said, “Bloody.”

Wei Wuxian then noticed that Wen Ning was indeed emitting a bloody smell, and his heart skipped a beat. Wen Ning waved his hands and said, "It's not bloody! No, no, it is bloody, but not the blood of a living person."

Wei WuXian asked, “Not a living person? Have you ever fought against anything?”

Wen Ning led them forward for a distance and came to a wild forest. There were 20 to 30 fresh earthen graves in the forest, and a half-dug pit beside it. There was also a pile of corpses next to the pit. The reason why it was called a pile, not a pile, was because the corpses were already in pieces. Wei Wuxian went forward to check. Some of the arms and limbs were still opening and closing, and some of the heads were still opening and closing their teeth, making a grinding sound. They had already turned into corpses.

Wei WuXian said, “You beat it up pretty hard.”

Wen Ning said, “If we don’t beat them to pieces, they will still bite people and we can’t stop them at all. There are such vicious corpses all along the way…”

Wei WuXian asked, “Along the way? Did you manage to deal with these things ahead of us along the way?”

Wen Ning nodded hesitantly. His ability to identify his own kind was stronger than that of a living person, and his range was wider than that of a living person. If that was the case, it was no wonder that they had been safe all the way here. Wei Wuxian was also wondering, weren't there a large number of evil corpses gathering towards Yiling? Why didn't they encounter any? It turned out that Wen Ning had cleared all the obstacles first. Wei Wuxian asked, "When did you follow us?"

Lan Wangji said, "Jinlin Terrace."

Wei Wuxian looked at Wen Ning, and Lan Wangji said, "That day, when the cultivators from various sects were trying to stop the fight, he lent a hand."

Wei WuXian sighed, “Didn’t I tell you to find a place to hide and not worry about anything for now?”

Wen Ning smiled bitterly and said, "But sir...where can I hide?"

In the past, he still had places to go back to and people to follow, but now in this world, except Wei Wuxian, everyone is extremely unfamiliar to him.

After a moment of silence, Wei WuXian stood up, brushed off the dust on the hem of his clothes, and said, “Bury it.”

Wen Ning nodded quickly and continued to dig the half-dug pit. Lan Wangji drew out his sword, and the dirt flew up, splitting the ground into a crack. Wei Wuxian asked, "Hanguang-jun, are you here to dig a grave too?"

Lan Wangji turned around and was about to speak when he saw Wen Ning standing behind him. He tried hard to lift the corners of his stiff mouth and forced a smile, saying, "...Mr. Lan, do you need help? I've finished digging this side."

Lan Wangji looked behind him, rows of dark earth pits and neatly piled earth. Wen Ning maintained his "smile" and added, "I do this kind of thing often. I have experience. Quick."

As for who made him "do this kind of thing frequently", it goes without saying.

After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji said, "No need. Go and help..."

Before he finished his sentence, he suddenly realized that Wei Wuxian hadn't moved at all. He had been squatting beside him and watching. He had just picked up a melon when he left the farmhouse, and now he seemed to be thinking about how to cut it. Seeing Lan Wangji's scrutinizing eyes, he said: "Hanguang Jun, don't look at me like that. I don't have anything in my hands, and my spiritual power is low. It's true that everyone has their own expertise. He is the fastest at digging graves. Why don't we discuss how to eat this melon. Bichen should not be able to use the soil he dug for the grave for the time being. Does anyone of you have any extra knives or swords?"

Wen Ning shook his head: "I'm sorry, I didn't bring it."

Wei WuXian said, “HanGuang-Jun, um, casually, I don’t think you should wear it with you.”

Lan Wangji: “…”

Finally, he pulled Suibian out of his sleeve. Wei Wuxian held the watermelon in one hand and the sword in the other, and made a sword flower, quickly cutting the small watermelon into eight pieces. After cutting, he squatted on the ground, eating the watermelon while watching them digging the grave diligently.

Wen Ning dug a row of pits of exactly the same size within the time it took him to do so. He put the bodies he had broken apart into the pits and said, "I'm very sorry, everyone. I can't tell whose bodies are whose. If there are any that were buried in the wrong place, please forgive me..."

After eating the melon and burying the remaining bodies, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji continued on their journey.

A few days later, the two arrived in Yiling.

The mass grave was less than ten miles away from the town. Although Wei Wuxian didn't know what was waiting for them there, he could sense that it was definitely not a good thing.

However, Lan Wangji was right beside him, walking steadily and with a calm look. Wei Wuxian didn't have a sense of crisis to begin with, and looking at such a person, he couldn't get nervous no matter what. Walking through the small town of Yiling, he could hear the local accent, feeling refreshed and friendly. Although he didn't buy anything, he couldn't help but talk to the street vendors in the local dialect. When he was satisfied, he turned around and said, "Hanguang-jun, you remember this town, right?"

Lan Wangji nodded slightly and said, "I remember."

Wei WuXian smiled and said, “I knew your memory would be better than mine. We met once before, right here in this town. It just so happened that you came to YiLing for the night hunt, and I said I would treat you to a meal. Do you remember this too?”

Lan Wangji said, “Remember.”

Wei WuXian said: “But I’m ashamed that you still had to pay the bill in the end, haha!”

He sat cross-legged on the donkey, swaying as he asked nonchalantly, "Speaking of which, Han Guang-jun, do you have any plans to retire?"

Lan Wangji paused for a moment, as if thinking about it. Wei Wuxian took the opportunity to ask, “Have you thought about what to do after you retire?”

Lan Wangji looked at him and said, "I haven't thought of it yet."

Wei Wuxian thought, I didn't expect it to be just right! I've thought about it for you. He wanted to find a sparsely populated place with beautiful mountains and rivers, build a big house, and build one next door for Lan Wangji, with two dishes and one soup every day. Of course, it would be best if Lan Wangji cooked, otherwise they would have to eat what he cooked. It would be best if Lan Wangji was in charge of the accounts. He even imagined Lan Wangji wearing coarse clothes, with patches on his chest and knees, sitting expressionlessly at a handmade wooden table counting money one by one, and then carrying a hoe to go out to work after counting, and he would... he would... what would he do?

Wei Wuxian thought seriously about what he should do. People say that firewood, rice, oil, salt, weaving and farming are the necessities of life. If someone is farming the land, then weaving is all that is left. Thinking about himself sitting in front of the loom with his legs crossed and shaking, it is really scary. It is better to let him carry the hoe and let Lan Wangji weave. Fishing and farming during the day, going out hunting with a sword at night, slaying demons and monsters, and pretending that there is no such thing as retreating when you get tired of it, and re-entering the world is the same. But as expected, there is still a little missing...

Lan Wangji suddenly asked, "Little what?"

Wei WuXian asked, “Ah?”

He just realized that he had said the last sentence again, and immediately said seriously: "I said, Little Apple needs a friend."

Little Apple turned its head and spat forcefully. Wei Wuxian patted its donkey head, pulled its two long ears, and laughed twice, but suddenly he couldn't laugh anymore.

Not for any other reason, just because he remembered it. Back then, he really did bring a child with him. If he had lived to this day, he would be a teenager.

The mass grave is located deep in the Yiling Mountains.

People say that the mass grave is a mountain of corpses, all over the mountain. If you dig anywhere with a shovel, you can find a dead person. This is true. The mass grave was originally an ancient battlefield. Later, for many years, people got used to throwing unknown corpses here, which led to the lingering evil spirits and resentment, and eventually became a nightmare for everyone in the Yiling area.

As if deeply tainted by resentment, the branches and leaves of the trees on this hill are all pitch black. From the foot of the hill, a wall over ten feet high was built, with dense spells engraved on the wall to prevent people or non-people from entering or leaving. This cursed wall that surrounded the entire mass grave was first built by the third generation of the Wen Clan of Qishan. Since it was impossible to purify the resentful spirits that were overwhelming in this area, they had to settle for the next best thing and choose the method of containment and isolation. This wall was once pushed down by Wei Wuxian, and this one was rebuilt and reinforced by the Lanling Jin Clan.

However, when they arrived, they found that a long section of the wall had been knocked down again.