The sound of the bamboo pole hitting the ground, appearing and hiding, sometimes far and sometimes approaching, making it impossible to determine the direction, and even more impossible to determine what was making such a sudden and strange sound.

Wei Wuxian said: "Come here, please stay close, don't move around, don't draw your sword."

In such an environment, it is very likely that the enemy will not be injured, but will accidentally hurt oneself. After a while, the voice came to an abrupt end. After waiting for a while, a family member whispered: "It's it again... when will it follow us?"

Wei Wuxian said: "It has been following you all the time?"

Lan Sizhui said, "After we entered the city, the fog was too strong and we were worried that we would go away, so we gathered together. Suddenly, we heard this sound. At that time, it was not so fast, one by one, and it was very slow. I saw a short shadow slowly walking by in the white fog ahead. I chased after it but disappeared. After that, the sound kept following us."

Wei Wuxian said: "How short are you?"

Lan Sizhui competed with his chest: "It's very short and very thin."

Wei Wuxian said: "How long have you been in?"

Lan Sizhui said: "Half a stick of incense."

"Half incense stick?" Wei Wuxian asked: "Han Guangjun, how long have we been in?"

Lan Wangji's voice came from behind the hazy white fog: "Nearly a stick of incense."

"Look," Wei Wuxian said: "We have been in for longer than you. How can you run ahead of us? We just met us when we turn back."

Jin Ling finally couldn't help but interrupt: "We didn't turn back? We kept following this road and heading forward."

Everyone is walking forward, can it be that this road has been passive and turned into a circular maze?

Wei Wuxian asked: "Have you tried flying up to see if you drive the sword?"

Lan Sizhui said: "I tried it and I felt that I had been flying for a long distance, but it didn't rise much higher. And there were some vague black shadows running in the air. I didn't know what it was, and I was worried that I could not handle it, so I came down."

Hearing this, everyone was silent for a while. Wei Wuxian said, "The demon fog is strange."

Since the area of ​​eastern Shu was already foggy, they did not have the white fog in the city of Shinto at first. Now it seems that this is probably not a natural fog.

Lan Jingyi said in surprise: "It won't be poisonous, right?"

Wei Wuxian said: "There should be no poison. We have been in there for so long and are still alive."

Jin Ling said: "If I had known, I would have brought the fairy here. It's all your dead donkey."

Lan Jingyi said: "We haven't blamed your dog yet! It bit it first, but was kicked by the flower donkey. Who would you blame? Anyway, no one of the two can move now."

Wei Wuxian said: "What?! My little apple was bitten by a dog?!"

Jin Ling: "Can that donkey compare with my spirit dog? What is a little apple?!"

Wei Wuxian: "My donkey. Why did you take it down the mountain to hunt at night? And it hurts it?!"

Lan Sizhui: "Well... I'm sorry Mr. Mo. Your little apple... The donkey is making noise every day in the clouds. Seniors have complained for a long time. Let's go down the mountain to hunt at night this time, so we must drive it away, so we..."

Jin Ling: "Answer me, what is Xiao Apple? You gave the donkey this name?"

Lan Jingyi: "What's wrong with the little apple? It loves to eat apples, so it's called Xiao apple. This name is eighteen streets better than raising a fat dog and named Fairy."

Suddenly, there was no sound.

After a while, Wei Wuxian said, "Is there anyone else?"

There were a lot of "um" and "um" nearby, indicating that they were all there. Lan Wangji said coldly: "Noisy."

He actually banned everyone at once. Wei Wuxian couldn't help but touch his lips, feeling very lucky.

At this moment, footsteps came from the white mist in front of the left.

The footsteps were very heavy. Immediately afterwards, the same sound came from the front, right, side, and behind. Although the fog was too thick and the shadows could not be seen clearly, the smell of rotten and fishy smell had already floated over.

Wei Wuxian naturally would not take a few walking corpses to heart. He blew a whistle gently, and the tail sound slipped, with the intention of repelling. The walking corpses behind the fog heard the whistle and stopped.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, they rushed over!

Wei Wuxian never expected that the reprimand order not only did not work, but also stimulated them. It was absolutely impossible for him to confuse the two different instructions of "reprimand" and "stimulation"!

However, there was no time to think about more at this moment. Seven or eight crooked figures appeared in the white fog. With the concentration of the white fog in Yicheng, seeing their figures means that they are already very close!

The dust-proof icy blue sword light broke out from white mist, surrounded everyone, drew a sharp circle in the air, cut off several walking corpses in half, and then retracted them into the sheath. Wei Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief, and Lan Wangji whispered: "Why?"

Wei Wuxian was also wondering why: "Why can't the whistle order drive these walking corpses? It's slow and rotten, so it's definitely not a high-level corpse. I should clap my hands to scare away. If my whistle order suddenly fails, it's absolutely impossible, and it's not driven by spiritual power. This has never happened..."

Suddenly, he thought of something and a thin layer of sweat oozed out of his back.

No, it's not that "this has never happened."

In fact, it has appeared, and more than once. There is a kind of evil spirit that he really cannot control or drive away.

That is - the evil spirit of the ferocious corpse and evil who is already under the control of the Yinhu Talisman!

Although this idea is terrible and the situation it represents is very serious, which makes people reluctant to admit and accept it, it is indeed the most reasonable explanation. After all, even people who can restore half of the Yin Tiger Talisman are there. Although it is said that it has been cleaned up, who knows who has fallen into his hands?

Lan Wangji seemed to lift the ban on everyone. Lan Sizhi could speak again: "Han Guangjun, is the situation very dangerous? Should we leave the city immediately? However, the fog is thick, the road is not clear, and we can't fly out..."

A child from a noble family said, "It seems that another walking corpse is coming!"

"Where is it? I didn't hear footsteps?"

"I seemed to hear a strange breathing sound..." The boy realized how ridiculous he had said after he said it, and shut up embarrassedly. The other boy said, "I am really convinced you. Breathing sounds, walking corpse is dead, how can there be breathing sounds!"

Before he finished speaking, another thick figure bumped into him.

Yuchen unsheathed again and quietly passed by, the shadow's head and body separated. At the same time, it made a strange "splashing" sound, and several close-knit families screamed repeatedly. Wei Wuxian was worried that they were injured and hurriedly said, "What's wrong?"

Lan Jingyi said: "It seems that something was sprayed out of the body of the walking corpse, it seemed to be some powder. It was bitter, sweet, and fishy!" He just sprayed the body of the walking corpse, and he just wanted to speak up. A lot of dust was in his mouth. He didn't care about his demeanor and "snatched" several times. The thing that was sprayed out of the body of the walking corpse was quite a bit of. The powder must still be rampant in that air. If you get close and inhale it rashly, it's more difficult than entering the mouth. Wei Wuxian said: "You all stay away from that place! You can pass quickly, I'll take a look."

Lan Jingyi said, "Oh. But I can't see you, where are you?"

The one who couldn't see his five fingers was unable to move forward. Wei Wuxian remembered that every time Yuchen was unsheathed, its sword light could penetrate the white mist. He turned to Lan Wangji beside him and said, "Hanguangjun, draw the sword and let him come over."

Lan Wangji stood beside him, but did not answer or move.

Suddenly, a clear and icy blue sword light lit up from seven steps away.

...Where is Lan Wangji?!

Then who is the person on his left who has been standing silently?!

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian's eyes turned black and a dark face came from the front.

The reason why it is black is because this face is covered with a thick layer of black mist!

The foggy man reached out and grabbed the Evil Qiankun bag hanging around his waist. As soon as he grabbed it, the Qiankun bag suddenly swelled up, the knot broke, and three evil spirits with resentment broke out, attacking him with a slash!

Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "Do you want to grab the Evil Qiankun Bag? Then your eyes are not easy to use. Why do you do with my spirit lock bag?"

Since the last time the Chang's cemetery in Liyang took away the torso of the gravedigger who had just obtained and made him return in vain, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have been careful and warned, guessing that he would not give up and wait for an opportunity to take action. It might be possible to rob him at any time. Sure enough, when they entered Yicheng, the gravedigger wanted to take advantage of the heavy fog and the crowded people to cover him. He did succeed, but Wei Wuxian had already lost the Evil Qiankun bag and the spirit lock bag with his left arm.

"Zheng" Ran, the other side went back and drew their swords out of the sheath. Then the evil spirits screamed with resentment, as if they were slashed by his sword. Wei Wuxian said in his heart: "It turns out that he is a high-level cultivation!"

He shouted, "Han Guangjun, the person who dug the grave is here!"

There is no need to remind you that Lan Wangji knew that a sudden change occurred just by hearing it. He suddenly refused to respond, and Yuchen, who wandered with a sharp sword energy like a shuttle, gave a reply.

The situation is not optimistic at this time. The gravedigger's sword was covered with a layer of black fog, and the sword light could not be revealed, and it was also hidden very well in the white fog. However, Lan Wangji's dust-avoiding sword light could not be blocked. He was in the light, the enemy was in the dark, and his opponent's cultivation was not low, and he was also familiar with the sword path of the Lan family in Gusu. He was also blindly hit in the fog, so he could be without any scruples, but Lan Wangji had to be careful not to hurt himself by mistake, which was really a big disadvantage. Wei Wuxian heard the sound of the blade and blurted out: "Lan Zhan? Are you injured?!"

A gentle muffled groan came from a distance, as if he was injured to the point of being in importance. This was obviously not Lan Wangji's voice.

Lan Wangji said: "How is that possible."

Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "That's right!"

The man seemed to sneer and fight again. The light of the dust-escaped sword and the sound of the fairy sword fighting were getting farther and farther away. Wei Wuxian knew that Lan Wangji was unwilling to hurt them by chance, so he deliberately led the battlefield to capture this person and find out what was going on. He went to deal with the gravedigger, and the rest was naturally left to him. He turned around and said, "How about the person who sucked in the powder?"

Lan Sizhui said: "They can't stand any more!"

Wei Wuxian said: "Get together in the middle and report on the number."

Fortunately, a wave of corpses was solved, and a gravedigger was pulled away. Nothing else came to harass him. The sound of the bamboo pole hitting the ground did not come out to make trouble. The remaining children of the aristocratic families gathered together and counted the number of people. Wei Wuxian took Lan Jingyi, touched his forehead, which was a little burning. He then touched the other teenagers who sucked in the dust spurted out of the corpses. The same was true. He rolled up their eyelids and said, "Tap on your tongue and look, ah."

Lan Jingyi: "Ah."

Wei Wuxian: "Well. Congratulations, I was poisoned by the corpse."

Jin Ling: "What are you going to congratulate me on this?"

Wei Wuxian said: "It is also a life experience, and it is a topic of conversation when we are old."

The reason for being infected with corpse poison is usually caused by corpse-transformed people, or the wound is stained with necrotic blood of corpse-transformed people. Cultivators rarely let corpse walkers approach to grab and bite, and rarely get this poison. Everyone flipped through the pills carried in Qiankun bag, but none of them brought the pills to treat corpse poison, which were all pills to restore vitality and cure injuries. Lan Sizhi said worriedly: "Mr. Mo, will they have any trouble?"

Wei Wuxian said: "It's okay now. When it flows into the blood and flows all over the body and into the heart, there will be no help."

Lan Sizhui said: "What will happen?"

Wei Wuxian said: "How about the corpse, you will do whatever you want. If it is better, it will be rotten and smelly, and if it is worse, it will become a hairy zombie. From now on, you can only jump away."

The children of the aristocratic families who were poisoned all took a breath.

Wei Wuxian said: "I want to treat it, right?"

Nodding vigorously, Wei Wuxian said: "If you want to cure, listen well. From now on, everyone will listen to me well, and everyone will listen."

Although several of these teenagers don’t know him, seeing that this person is comparable to Han Guangjun’s peers, close to him, and can also call him his name directly. In addition, he is in a Yicheng with a demonic mist and a ghostly spirit, he is now poisoned and feverish. In addition, Wei Wuxian always speaks with an inexplicable confidence that he doesn’t worry about anything. He can’t help but lead him away in his nose and answers in unison: “Okay!”

Wei Wuxian was so arrogant: "You can do whatever you want, and don't disobey. Do you understand?"

"clear!"
To be continued...