The devil is me

The sweat on Wu Nian's forehead dripped on Xi Buwen's neck, burning him unbearably.He stretched out his hand to touch the four walls, and he realized what he was doing. He lifted the upper part vigorously, and the light suddenly flooded in. The two of them closed their eyes and adjusted for a while before sitting up.

The two were lying in an empty coffin.

Wu Nian suddenly realized the meaning of the bridal chamber, and the roots of her ears blushed uncontrollably, deliberately avoiding Xi Buwen's gaze.Xi Buwen didn't care, what he cared more about now was who the people who set up the formation were.

This formation is very dexterous, and it can be seen that it is the handwriting of a rather superb Taoist cultivator.However, this phantom array traps people and hurts people's morale, but it does not kill people, making people unable to guess the purpose.

He took out the soul-locking bell again: "Explore again."

But before the soul-locking bell flew out, he heard a slight sound from behind the incense table where the enshrined ranks were placed.

"Where did the little mouse come from?" Xi Wuwen raised his foot and chased after him.Sure enough, there was a secret door behind the incense table leading directly to the back of the Mingguan, and a black shadow shot out like an arrow, but it was only fleeting, but Xi Buwen suddenly felt that this figure seemed familiar.

After chasing to the outside of the house, under the light of day, he realized that although the man looked haggard, he had a nimble figure and a very neat footwork.He looks familiar, but he can't remember it. His spiritual power is faster than his thoughts are condensed on his fingertips. The random sword flashed with dazzling sword light and killed him. The man didn't turn around, but just jumped and dodged. After a few rounds, Xi Buwen really couldn't think of any acquaintance in the cultivation world today who has such a body technique and can escape his sword move so beautifully.

His desire to win and lose came up, and he secretly mixed in some swordsmanship from outside the Xi family.When it comes to swordsmanship, no one can compete with Izumo Chong. The swordsmanship passed down by Master Penglai is not passed down by many people now, and he expects that the other party will not be able to decipher it.

Unexpectedly, the other party moved subconsciously, turned around in the air, and avoided it cleverly.But after the man dodged, his footsteps froze suddenly, his back froze for a moment, and Wu Nian took the opportunity to control him.

This behavior is a little bit of taking advantage of others, Xi Buwen felt that the fight was not smooth, but he didn't understand why the other party stopped suddenly, if he didn't stop himself, neither he nor Wu Nian had a chance of stopping him.

Xi Buwen retracted his sword and approached, seeing the back of the man who was still unwilling to turn around, he found a very strong corpse aura.

Wu Nian lowered her head and whispered to him: "This seems to be a walking corpse."

But it's impossible for the idle walking corpse to be so flexible. The only possibility is that he still has spiritual consciousness, just like Haidong, but he obviously has more spiritual consciousness than Haidong.

But as we all know, it is almost very difficult for ordinary people to maintain this level of spiritual knowledge, and it requires the determination to split mountains and seas.He was able to keep these spiritual senses for so long, making people wonder what kind of unbreakable obsession he has.

Because the other party still has spiritual knowledge and such amazing body skills, Xi Buwen cupped his hands respectfully and asked, "I don't know which school or school you are from, such a good skill?"

In fact, when Xi Buwen asked, he knew that he would not be a disciple of any sect, let alone a nobleman, because his clothes were too worn out, almost faded and decayed, as if they had just been washed out of the soil.The hem of the clothes is also not much different from the strips of cloth, the torn silk thread hangs from the hem of the clothes and sways with the wind.The skin on the back of his neck was pale, covered with some black split lines and sporadic purple-blue corpse spots formed during the corpse transformation.

The man still turned his back to the two of them for a long time, when they were a little discouraged, he suddenly turned around.

Xi Buwen and Wu Nian gasped together.

Because this person has no face.

There were no facial features on his face, only a misty paleness.

"This is..." Xi Buwen was dumbfounded, speechless for a long time, and then said, "The facial devouring technique."

Wu Nian didn't seem to be surprised that Xi Buwen knew a thing or two about everything, so he just asked, "The facial devouring technique?"

This technique is very evil, it has been lost for a long time, it can make people gradually lose their five sense organs, and their faces will be completely changed, relatives will not recognize them when they see them, and it is horrifying to watch, it is almost impossible to live under the sun anymore.

This walking corpse is amazing, and he was even a top figure in his lifetime. It is not easy to perform this face-eating technique, it takes a while and consumes a lot of spiritual power. It has no reason for him to be cast such a spell so easily.

Xi Buwen was faintly concerned about it, and this feeling both puzzled him and made him uneasy.He felt that this walking corpse was very strange, not to mention that his familiar figure could avoid his swordsmanship, there were traces of face-eating techniques on his body, and the most important thing was, what is his obsession, which has been persistent for many years , and whether the formation just now was laid by him or not.

The walking corpse might be a little afraid of light, its shoulders shrank, and it made a hoarse voice, as if it hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time.

"Who are you?"

He answered questions with questions.

His spiritual knowledge was actually enough to support him to speak, Xi Buwen was surprised and delighted, he immediately clasped his fists generously and said: "I am a member of the Xi family, named Wuyou, word Wuwen. This is my friend, Jialan Temple Wunian. "

"What kind of world is it now? Daoists and Buddhas can be friends." The walking corpse snorted coldly, as if disdainful, "Why do you, a boy from the Xi family, know Penglai's swordsmanship?"

Wu Nian's face changed when he heard about it, and Xi Buwen didn't expect that the other party would find out his master's inheritance, but he didn't want to reveal his identity at this time, especially when Wu Nian was still by his side.

He was struggling with how to explain, when the soul-locking bell rang suddenly, Wu Nian couldn't help shouting: "Be careful!"

Unexpectedly, several streams of black air pierced through the air and screamed, rolling and attacking from behind at the same time, Xi Buwen didn't have time to think about it, and directly launched a net to suppress ghosts, engulfing all the surging black air.

These black qi were already humble, and they threw themselves into the trap without the power to fight back.It wasn't until the golden magic circle revealed their bodies one after another.They were all the souls of teenage girls, their eyes were full of horror, they looked very pitiful.

"Which one was the one who frightened the sedan chair bearers to death by manipulating the corpses in the sedan chair just now?" Xi Buwen looked at each of them intently.

After a while, a girl held her fingers, stepped forward timidly, and said, "It's me."

The other girls held her tightly behind her, telling her to stop talking.

But she seemed to have made up her mind, and said loudly more firmly: "Master Dao, it's me. It's none of their business."

This girl looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a good face, black eyes, and a pair of light dimples on her lips. She was petite and wore a long lotus-colored dress. She looked like the daughter of an ordinary family.

The walking corpse suddenly spoke, annoyed and eager: "Let them go."

"Uncle..." The girl looked at him, blinking her wet eyelashes, as if she was about to cry.

"Hey, sure enough, you are in the same group." Xi Buwen was still surprised that these good ghosts threw themselves into the trap, but looking at it now, they were overestimating their capabilities and came back desperately to save the walking corpse.

"Come on, tell me, what's going on?" Xi Buwen found a protruding rock, jumped up and sat down, swinging his legs leisurely, as if he was ready to listen to the story, "I just want to suck some fear, It’s not worth making the formation so complicated, what exactly do you want to do?”

"If we say so, you will let us go, right?" The girl bit her lower lip, her eyelashes drooping like a feather fan.

"It depends on the situation." Xi Bu asked, "See if you have any lives in your hands."

"If there is no one, we will scare people!" The girl replied hastily.

Wu Nian slowed down his words: "Don't worry, speak slowly."

The girl looked at Wu Nian with a kind face, nodded obediently, took a deep breath and said, "My name is Dong Jiaojiao, he is... he is uncle."

"Uncle?" Xi Buwen thought to himself that neither uncle nor nephew ended well, and it was miserable.

Unexpectedly, the little girl replied: "It's either my uncle, or I met him later. We souls floating outside call him uncle."

"What's the name?" Xi Buwen glanced at the walking corpse, but he didn't intend to answer.

"Uncle is uncle, we don't know his name."

Xi Buwen was discouraged and stopped asking.Dong Jiaojiao continued: "I am from Donggezhuang, and I died two months ago."

"Why..." Wu Nian wanted to ask how he died, but felt offended, and cautiously changed the phrase, "What is the reason?"

"Just... on my birthday, my mother made me a bowl of longevity noodles with savory green onions and an egg. My younger brothers didn't give it to them if they wanted to eat it. Usually, my younger brother eats it. I think But I ate very well that day, and my younger brothers looked at me eagerly to swallow, I have never been so happy."

She spoke very carefully, as if every bit of her heart in that bowl of noodles was remembered deeply.There are a few chopped scallions, the delicate taste of the clear yolk egg yolk, and the aroma of a drop or two of lard in the noodles, all of which are vivid in my mind.

Wu Nian heard it warmly, and asked again: "What happened next?"

"And then I died."