He turned and ran towards the blood pool. Lan Wangji followed him closely. The blood-red flag on the white clothes was indeed the best target. None of the evil corpses paid any attention to others. They ignored the living people who passed by them. They all rushed towards Wei Wuxian with bloodshot eyes!

The zombies kept coming one after another, and the path opened by Wen Ning was always quickly filled by new zombies, so he rushed back and opened it again. Most of the people in the Demon-Suppressing Cave had no time to evacuate, and some were still unable to walk. They saw the sword light of Bichen sweeping around in the cave, and a row of fierce corpses were swept into pieces, and then the next row rushed up, crying and screaming loudly, almost breaking through the dome of the Demon-Suppressing Cave. It didn't take long for this wave of zombies to surround Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, making it difficult for them to get close to the blood pool. The mountains of corpses around them piled up higher and higher, and the encirclement was shrinking. Seeing this, the younger generations were anxious and drew their swords and turned back. Lan Jingyi saw someone rushing out with a sword to kill the zombies, and said, "Can you help me? If you can still hold the sword, can you come and help! Even if you can help a little, it will be good!" The novel of You and My Glamorous Time

The man said: "Get lost!!!"

Lan Sizhui said: "Forget it Jingyi, we can just rely on ourselves!"

Hearing their voices, Wei WuXian shouted, “Wen Ning!!! Throw them out!!!”

Wen Ning said, "Yes!" He grabbed Lan Jingyi with one hand and was about to grab Lan Sizhui with the other hand, but Lan Sizhui said to him, "Ghost General, I can't go out. Please let me stay!!! Otherwise I will regret it for the rest of my life!!!"

The moment he faced him, Wen Ning froze. Lan Sizhui saw that he was not coming to catch him, so he immediately drew his sword and went back to kill him. Lan Jingyi and the others also took the opportunity to pass him. Jin Ling was half-pulled and half-lifted by Jiang Cheng and passed by several evil corpses. These evil corpses were attracted by the Yin-summoning flag on Wei Wuxian's body, staring at that direction with red eyes, ignoring them. Jin Ling shouted, "Uncle! I..."

Jiang Cheng said coldly: "If you dare to go back, don't recognize me as your uncle!"

Jin Ling looked at him fiercely, Jiang Cheng threw him out and shouted, "Stay!" He then rushed back to the Demon Cave with the three poisons. Jin Ling was startled and said, "Uncle, wait for me!" but followed him.

Meanwhile, in the Demon-Suppressing Cave, the encirclement around Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had shrunk to less than ten feet square.

The light of Bichen's sword was still bright, and the talisman fire was still burning, but there were simply too many of these evil corpses!

Wei Wuxian had just thrown out a handful of talismans when he keenly sensed danger. He glanced sideways and saw a ferocious corpse crawling up the pile of corpses, opening its mouth and pouncing on him. Wei Wuxian had nothing in his hands, so he cursed and reached into his sleeves, but found nothing. His heart suddenly dropped.

His talismans have been used up!

Lan Wangji also noticed the danger on his side and was about to stab out with his sword when he suddenly heard a scream and the corpse actually split into two halves in mid-air.

No. It was torn in two. And the thing that tore it apart was right in front of everyone's eyes!

A bloody red corpse stood on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood as tall as a person, with its left and right hands each dragging half of a still-twitching corpse, looking down at Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.

Lan Jingyi's mouth was wide open, and Ouyang Zizhen murmured, "...Ancestor...what is this thing?"

Everyone who saw it had the same thought in their mind - What is this? !

This unidentified corpse that seemed to appear out of nowhere was different from all the corpses they had seen. It was bloody scarlet from head to toe, as if it had just crawled out of a pool of blood. It looked skinny and extremely hideous.

The zombies controlled by the Yin Tiger Talisman were also attracted by this strange fellow and gave up besieging Wei Wuxian, instead looking over there hesitantly.

The bloody corpse took two steps.

As it staggered along, its joints made crackling sounds, as if it was stretching its muscles. Dark red blood dripped from its limbs and body, spreading all the way.

An extremely gruesome and cruel aura of yin and resentment flowed out of it. As it gradually approached, the other corpses began to wriggle back. Many people turned pale and remained silent.

Lan Wangji stood in front of Wei Wuxian, but Wei Wuxian pressed down his hand that was holding Bichen and whispered, "...Wait."

He stared at the bloody corpse, and a guess came to his mind. His chest was beating wildly, and he repeated, "Wait."

The bloody corpse stopped about ten feet in front of them, suddenly raised its head and let out two loud howls.

The whistling sounds became sharper and sharper, and everyone covered their ears.

Slight ripples appeared on the surface of the blood pool.

At first it was just like a stone being dropped, but the ripples kept spreading and getting bigger and bigger, as if something was stirring beneath the sticky plasma.

Suddenly, a hand burst into blood!

The hand suddenly grabbed the shore, digging its five fingers deep into the ground. Then, a scarlet face emerged from the water, half-rotten and with unclear features and features.

The second blood corpse crawled out of the blood pool.

Then, the entire blood pool began to swirl and surge, as if boiling. More and more heads floated to the surface. The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Each of them was covered in horrific blood, had a hideous face, and shrill roars. After they crawled out of the blood pool, they immediately started fighting with the other evil corpses!

The group of corpses controlled by the Yin Tiger Talisman seemed to be chopped around by a red sharp knife, turning into minced meat, body parts and black blood all over the sky!

Jin Ling was shocked and said, "…What on earth are these?! Why are there still corpses in the blood pool? Didn't they say that the corpses in the mass grave were burned?!"

Sect Master Ouyang, who was protecting his son, said, "Yes or no!"

Lan Jingyi asked: "Which ones are missing?!"

Sect Master Ouyang said: "Those...those..."

He couldn't bring himself to say it. After the encirclers killed the remnants of the Wen clan at the mass grave, the more than 50 corpses were all thrown into the pool of blood!

Suddenly, Jin Ling shouted, "Be careful!"

A bloody red figure fell in front of him. Lan Sizhui raised his sword and took two steps back. The bloody corpse slowly stood up.

This was an extremely skinny, hunched corpse, with a hole in its head as if someone had smashed it, and its sparse white hair, soaked in blood, stuck to its forehead. In addition, its skin and flesh were half rotten, making it extremely disgusting and horrifying, making people feel uncomfortable. After it got up, it limped and slowly approached Lan Sizhui. The younger generation was terrified and quickly surrounded it.

As the number of strangers increased, the blood corpse became alert and his throat whirred. The young men became more and more nervous, and Lan Sizhui hurriedly said, "Don't move!"

Although he was a little nervous, for some reason, he was not afraid.

If this skinny and lonely blood corpse had eyes, it would be staring at him. It tilted its head and stretched out a hand, slowly reaching towards Lan Sizhui, as if wanting to touch him.

The hand was covered in blood, like a broken chicken claw, and all the young men had goose bumps. Jin Ling raised his sword to block, but Lan Sizhui blurted out, "Master Jin, don't!"

Jin Ling said: "What should we do then!"

Lan Sizhui said, “You…you all, don’t move.”

The bloody corpse cried out twice softly. He calmed himself down and slowly reached out his hand towards the bloody corpse.

Just as he was about to touch the blood corpse, a new wave of corpses rushed over. The blood corpse suddenly turned around, roared loudly, jumped into the air, and pounced into the corpses, tearing and biting them left and right, looking crazy, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. Its roar was loud and terrifying, and its movements were agile and brutal, which was completely different from its appearance in front of Lan Sizhui just now. Wen Ning overturned several corpses, trembling all over, and shouted to the corpse: "Is it you?!"

The other party ignored him.

All the blood corpses were fighting frantically. Wen Ning shouted, "Is that you?!"

The entire Demon-Slaying Cave was filled with sharp screams of varying pitches. No one answered him, and no one could answer him.

In less than half an hour, all the sounds gradually died down.

After everything was over, the Demon-Slaying Cave looked like a scene from hell in a painting.

These blood corpses began to gather towards Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji one after another.

They were of different heights, genders, and ages, all bloody evil spirits. But among these figures, Wei Wuxian saw some familiar ones.

Wen Ning murmured, "Fourth Uncle..." Skyfire Avenue

"Mother-in-law..."

He read them one by one, and his voice became more trembling as he read more.

Wen Ning asked: "Have you been waiting here all this time?"

If he were a living person, his eyes would have been red and tearful.

Wei WuXian's lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say it.

He bowed his head deeply, saluted solemnly, and said in a hoarse voice: "...Thank you."

Lan Wangji also bowed.

This group of bloody zombies had been extremely ferocious during the fight just now, and now facing them, they still looked ferocious, but their movements were a little clumsy, and they bowed and raised their hands in an uneven and inconsistent manner, returning the salute to the two men.

Then, as if something had drained the essence and vitality out of their bodies, they all fell down.

The bloody body seemed like a fragile piece of porcelain, breaking into pieces, getting smaller and smaller. It seemed that if another gust of wind blew, there would be nothing left.

Wen Ning fell to the ground and used his hands to gather the red ashes. After grabbing them, he stuffed handfuls of them into his clothes, and soon they were full. Seeing this, Lan Jingyi scratched his hair, untied one of his sachets, poured out the spices inside, squatted down and handed it to him, saying, "Here!"

Seeing this, several other young men followed suit. Only Jin Ling looked at them, then at Wen Ning, with a complicated expression, without moving, his brows frosted, and walked away. Over there, seven or eight hands held up sachets and cloth bags and handed them to Wen Ning, but he was at a loss.

Lan Sizhui asked, "Ghost General, do you need any help?"

Wen Ning said hurriedly: "No, you guys..."

Lan Jingyi said: "There are so many bones and ashes, can you pick them all up by yourself?"

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji came over and said, “Don’t pick things up randomly. You’ll get poisoned if you don’t bring gloves.”

After hearing this, the young men gave up the idea. Lan Sizhui said, "Senior Wei, Han Guangjun, and General Ghost, thank you so much for this time..."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the crowd: "What are you thanking me for?"

Lan Sizhui and the others looked back and saw that the person who spoke was Fang Mengchen again.

He stood up and said angrily, "What is this?"

Lan Sizhui was confused: "What is what?"

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji also looked at him. Fang Mengchen said sternly, "What is this? Atonement? Are you really grateful to him in your hearts?!"

Inside the Demon-Slaying Cave, there was total silence; not even a whisper could be heard.

Everyone felt really bad at this moment.

They launched a great campaign to suppress the evil, but in the end they were suppressed instead. They shouted that they wanted to eliminate the evil, but in the end they had to rely on the "harm" to save their own lives.

I really don't know whether to call it funny, weird, embarrassing, or inexplicable. I just felt that I was not very glorious and decent in this drama, jumping up and down in indignation.

Tell Wei Wuxian that he is grateful? It seems too inappropriate; but after all, he was saved by him, so it seems inappropriate to say that he is not grateful at all. In this situation, the best way seems to be to remain silent.

Seeing that no one answered him, Fang Mengchen became even more angry. He thrust out his sword and said, "Doing some good deeds to show your repentance can wipe out the blood debt on your hands?!"

Wei WuXian dodged. Someone else tried to persuade him: "Brother Fang! Don't get excited. Just forget it..."

As soon as the man said this, he immediately realized that what he said was wrong. Fang Mengchen's eyes turned red. He said, "Forget it?! What do you mean by forget it? You said forget it for the murder of your relatives?!"

He questioned loudly: "Wei Wuxian killed my parents, this is a fact, but why does he seem to become a hero now?! Can he do some good things and make people forget what he did in a blink of an eye? Then what are my parents?!"

In the crowd, Jin Ling clenched his fists, and suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. It turned out that Jiang Cheng's five fingers on his shoulders were gradually tightening.

Jin Ling couldn't see his expression clearly, and whispered: "Uncle..."

An ambiguous sneer came from Jiang Cheng's side.

At this time, Wei WuXian spoke up.

He said, "So what do you want?"

Fang Mengchen was stunned. Wei Wuxian said, "What do you want? You just want me to have a miserable end so that you can relieve your hatred."

He pointed at the unconscious Yi Weichun in the crowd and said, "He lost a leg, and I was torn into pieces; you lost both your parents, and I was already a family member who had been destroyed and expelled from my family. I have never even seen the ashes of my parents."

Wei WuXian continued, “Do you still hate the remnants of the Wen Clan? The remnants of the Wen Clan you mentioned died once thirteen years ago. And right here, just now, they died again for me, to save you. This time, they were reduced to ashes.

He asked, "May I ask what else you want?"

Fang Mengchen stared at him intently for a long while, then gritted his teeth and said, "It's useless. I'm telling you, Wei Wuxian, no matter what you do, don't expect me to forgive you or forget the hatred for my parents."

He shouted, "Never!"

Wei WuXian said: “No one asked you to forgive me. What I did, not only do you remember, I remember it too. You won’t forget, and I won’t forget even more!”

After staring at him for a while, Fang Mengchen felt a mixture of emotions and was completely hopeless.

His life was indeed saved by Wei Wuxian and others, but he was unwilling to let it go. But if he wanted to seek revenge on Wei Wuxian, he was powerless because of his weakness. In the end, he could only yell and rush out of the Demon Cave.

After he rushed out, someone said, "There won't be any more zombies coming, right? Are we really safe this time?!"

When they heard this voice, everyone was confused: "It's him again!"

Nie Huaisang looked around and saw that no one answered him, so he asked again: "Then can we... leave too?"

That was the right question. Now everyone was eager to grow wings and fly back to their homes on swords. A female cultivator said, "Two hours should be enough. How much spiritual power have you recovered now?"