MTL - The Founder of Diabolism-Chapter 19 Yangyang fifth

Wei Wuyi spent the night thinking about what happened to the blue forgetting body over the years.

On the second day, I opened my eyes in the morning, and the blue forgetting machine was gone. He was lying on the couch, his hands on his side, and he was placed in a posture that was well-behaved and self-sufficient. His body was covered with a quilt.

Wei Wuzhen took a quilt and buried his fingers in his hair. Sleeping in the middle of the night, the ridiculous and inexplicable sense of indifference in my heart still lingers.

The wooden door of the quiet room was gently rubbed twice, and the sound of Lan Si’s chasing sounded outside: "Mo Gongzi? Are you awake?"

Wei Wuzhen: "What did you call me so early?!"

Lan Si chasing: "Early... it has been a while."

The blue family members are all in a hurry, and their laws, Wei Wuzhen is a ugly time, and very regular, a whole hour later than his family. He squatted in the middle of the night, his waist was slightly sour, and said: "I can't get up."

Lan Si chasing: "Hey, what's the matter with you?"

Wei Wuzhen: "What happened to me. I was sleeping by your family."

The voice of Lan Jingyi also sounded from far to near: "You can't talk nonsense, we can't spare you. Come out!"

Wei Wudao said: "Really! He slept me all night! I don't go out, I have no face to see people, why don't you come in."

People outside the residence of Guangjun can't enter at will, and they can only shout outside. Lan Jingyi angered: "I am really shameless! Han Guangjun is not broken sleeves, he sleeps you?! Don't go to sleep, he will be grateful to heaven. Get up! Take your nephew and cure it. , dying!"

Referring to his mount, Wei Wuxi was busy with a bone: "What happened to you?" You don't want to move it, it will be blind."

He went out of the quiet room, and the two men got a piece of green grass. The flower scorpion was screaming and screaming. The reason for yelling is because it is going to graze, but there are more than a dozen **** of white pompoms on the grass, so that it can't stop.

Wei Wuxi said: "A lot of rabbits! Come here, fork up, bake!"

Lan Jingyi’s seven-year-old smoke: “The cloud does not know that it is forbidden to kill! Let it shut up, and I have asked several times in the morning!”

Wei Wuzhen gave it to the apple in the morning meal that he had given him. Sure enough, the flower scorpion couldn’t take care of the apple, rubbing it and chewing it. Wei Wuzhen touched the back of his neck while playing the idea of ​​passing these jade orders on these juniors. He pointed to the white rabbit that was round and round, saying: "I really can't bake? Is it going to be driven down the mountain if it's baked?"

Lan Jingyi said: "This is a light-filled monarch, you dare to bake!"

Wei Wuzhen listened, almost fell to the ground, thinking: "Blue Zhan this person is really! He was not sent to him before, but now he secretly raised a large group. Also said no, who? Whoever, he actually likes This kind of white little thing! How can he raise it? With a light plate, holding a rabbit, I won’t be able to..."

I can think of the scene again last night, and he suddenly couldn’t smile.

At this moment, from the west side of the cloud deep, there was a burst of bells.

The bells and the bells of the hour are very different, rushing and fierce, as if there is a madman who has lost the heart and madness. Lan Jingyi and Lan Si chased his face and changed his face. He refused to take a break with him, and he ran down. Wei Wuzhen knows different things and keeps up.

The bell was uploaded from a turret.

This turret is called the "Ming Room", and the surrounding walls are made of special materials. There is a mantra, which is a special building for the Blue House. When the bells on the upper corner were spontaneously made, it was said that something happened: the person who carried out the spiritual ritual inside had an accident.

Outside the turret, there are more and more blue children and students around, but no one dares to enter. The door to the mortal room is a dark wooden door that is firmly locked and can only be opened from the inside. The destruction of violence from the outside is not only difficult but also contraindicated. Moreover, the sorcerer’s ritual has an accident, which is a terrible thing, because no one knows what the soul of the singer will be, what will happen if he breaks it. Since the establishment of the mortal chamber, there has been almost no failure to succumb to the soul, which is even more heart-wrenching.

Wei Wuzhen saw that the blue forgetting machine did not appear, and the hunch was not good. If the blue forgetting machine is still in the cloud, I heard that the alarm bell should respond immediately. Unless... suddenly, the black door was knocked open, and a white door stumbled out.

He had an unstable foot and rolled down the steps as soon as he rushed out. The door of the mortal chamber is automatically closed, as if by someone who fell angrily.

The others quickly picked up the door and raised the door. When he was lifted up, he fell down immediately, and he burst into tears with uncontrollable eyes. He grabbed the humanity: "It shouldn't be...it shouldn't be recruited...what shouldn't be..."

Wei Wuqi grabbed his hand and looked straight into his eyes. Shen Sheng said: "Who are you hiring something? Who else is inside?!"

This student seems to have a very difficult breath. He opened his mouth and said, "With the light, let me escape..."

When the words were not finished, Yin Hong’s blood rushed out of his nose and mouth.

Wei Wuzhen promoted people to pursue the blues. The bamboo flute made of grass was still inserted in the waist. He stepped on several steps in two steps and slammed the door of the mortal chamber. He shouted: "Open!"

The door of the mortal room opened his mouth and laughed, and Huoran opened. Wei Wuzhen immediately turned into the inside. The door was closed behind him. Several of the students were shocked and rushed up, but the door could not be opened anyway.

Lan Jingyi fluttered on the door, and was shocked and angry. He blurted out: "Who is this crazy man?!"

Lan Si chased the famous student and gritted his teeth: "...no matter who he is, help me. He is bleeding!"

When Wei Wuzhen entered the mortal chamber, he felt a burst of black air.

This black gas seems to be a mixture of resentment, anger and arrogance, almost visible to the naked eye, surrounded by it, and the chest of the person is faint and painful. The ministers in the meditation room are all more than three feet wide, and the four corners are fainting several people. On the ground in the middle of the array, the object of this soul is erected.

Nothing else, only one arm. It was the one brought back from Mojiazhuang!

It is cross-sectioned to the ground, standing straight like a stick, four fingers into a fist, the index finger sticking out, seems to be pointing at someone. The black gas that floods the entire mortal chamber is the one that comes out of it.

Those who participated in the spiritual ritual escaped and fell down. Only the blue forgetting machine in the position of the chairman of the East was sitting still.

He was sitting in danger, with a guqin on his side, his hand not on the string, but the strings were trembled. Originally, he seemed to be listening to the sound of something, and he was aware that someone broke in.

Blue forgets the machine and always has no sorrow on his face. Wei Wuzhen can't see his thoughts. He spins on the west head and pulls the bamboo flute out of his waist and lifts it to his lips.

On the west, the original person who was sitting in the town was Lan Qiren, and he had already fallen to the side at the moment. Like the doorman who escaped from the mortal chamber, he was bleeding and lost his mind. Wei Wuzhen replaced his position and was opposite to the blue forgetting machine.

When Mojiazhuang was in the night, Wei Wuzhen first screamed with whistle. The blue forgetting machine was far from the sound of the piano. The two of them accidentally joined hands and suppressed the arm. Blue forgets the machine and his eyes, it is clear to the heart, the right hand is lifted up, a string of strings rushing out, Wei Wuzhen immediately with the flute.

They played this song, called "The Spirit of the Spirit."

Take the body of the deceased, a part of the body, or the material of the beloved one in life, and let the soul of the dead come. Usually, as long as one paragraph, you can see the shape of the dead soul in the array. But he is about to end the game, and no soul is called.

The arm was angry, the whole body was violent, and the feeling of depression in the air was heavier.

If at this time, the guardians of the West are others, and they can't escape the **** end of the blue rush, they can't help but fall down. Wei Wuzhen secretly stunned: He and the Blue Forgetting "Soul of the Spirit" can not call the soul of death, this is almost impossible. Unless... unless the soul of the deceased is separated from its body!

It seems that this man is a little bit worse than him. At the beginning, although his body was bitten, the soul was complete.

"Soul of the Spirit" is useless, the blue forgets the machine to change the tone, and changed another song.

This piece is completely different from the one that is just like a sensation, like a call to the question. It is quiet and peaceful, and the song name is "Resident". These two songs are famous songs of Xuanmen, which are widely spread. It is not unusual for anyone to play and play, and Wei Wuzhen naturally follows up.

The flute of Yiling's ancestors was named "Chen Qing" and was famous. At this time, he took the bamboo flute and he deliberately blew a lot of mistakes and lack of breath, which made him unable to listen. Blue forgets that he has never played with such a bad person, played for a while, and looked up at him with a blank expression.

Wei Wuzhen was cheeky and pretending to be invisible. He turned and continued to blow, and he blew two tones. If Blue Kairen is awake, he must scream, so that he will not blow, do not blow, do not disturb and tarnish the sound of the blue forgetting machine.

But even if he blew this virtue, his effectiveness was undiminished, and the hand slid down slowly under the combined suppression of the flute and the sound. Shall, the door of the mortal room bounces off and the sun shines.

About the alarm clock on the corner floor stopped ringing, and the children and the students who had been surrounded by the outside of the room rushed in. Lan Si chased: "Huangjun, Mo Gongzi, you..."

Finally stopped this terrible ensemble, Blue forgot to press the hand on the string, to stop the humming of the strings, said: "Save people."

Lan Si chased the will, summoned other people, and laid down the bodies of several seniors who had shed blood in the meditation room to implement treatment. They were given a needle for medicine, and another student gave up a bronze bell and re-attached the arm inside. Although the scene was busy, it was orderly and whispered, and no one made a noise.

Wei Wuzhen inserted the bamboo flute back into his waist, kneeling beside the bronze bell, and rubbing the golden text above, thinking in his heart.

When Mojiazhuang was in the night, he judged that the anger of this arm was caused by the corpse. Because he knew that a helping hand arrived soon, he did not investigate. But if it is an ordinary corpse, the grievances are strong, but the lethality is not so great.

Lan Kairen, a well-known generation, has not had a thousand or eight hundred soul-raising ceremonies. Among them, there are many devils and ghosts, and even he has been hurt by his resentment, and he is still unconscious. I am afraid that the identity of this arm owner is not that simple.

Ten have *, also a cultivator. Moreover, it is very likely to be a cultivator who is distinguished, powerful, and hateful.

However, I have not heard that the famous family of the family was killed by a corpse, or the body disappeared after death.

He looked up and saw the blue forgetting machine.

Gusulan strictly followed the three laws: the first degree, the second suppression, and the third. This arm has killed several lives, and it is obviously too much. It is reasonable to say that after the blue family brought it back, the second step should be done to suppress it.

The Blue House did not do this, and chose to recruit souls. Think about it, you can figure out why.

Different levels of Zhaoyinqi have different ways of drawing and power. Lan Si chased the faces they painted in Mojiazhuang, and the scope of action was only five miles.

The hand that was called was very murderous and ate with human flesh and blood. If it exists in the scope of the five-mile radius of Mojiazhuang from the beginning, with its murderous degree, it will never be calm, and Mojiazhuang is even more likely to be disturbed by the dead at night. However, after the Blue Family arrived in Mojiazhuang for hunting, it suddenly appeared. If it was not deliberately slammed into this place, it was a little reluctant.

Who is going to do this is self-evident. Blue forgets the machine will not think of a lieutenant, Gu Sulan must be rooted.

Over there, Lan Si chased: "With light, I can't think of this arm... It's so tricky. Dan medicine and needles are invalid. How is this good?"

Wei Wuzhen waited for someone to provoke a speech and said, "This is not easy! Going back to the source and finding its body, you can find a way to save people."

If you can find the body of this arm, you can sneak out the identity of the deceased, and secretly attack the clues of Gu Sulan. And he can take the opportunity to go down the mountain and find a chance to slip away. It can be described as one arrow and three carvings, all of which are happy.

Although Lan Jingyi knew that he was definitely not a madman, he couldn't help but talk to him in a condemnation tone. He said, "You can't tell, you can't get out of it, make it look like this, where to find it?"

Wei Wuwei said: "Where to look for it? Doesn't it mean to show it to you?"

Lan Jingyi wondered: "Show me? Who? Where?"

Wei Wuxi smiled and said: "Ask your family to go to the light."

Blue forgot to look at him and said: "Northwest."

The direction of the arm is exactly the northwest.