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When the flames of Lotus Town once again destroyed Wei Wuxian's dream, he suddenly sensed a wave of formation. Although the outskirts were far from the Immortal Sect, it was still a turbulent time. Wei Wuxian had spent a great deal of effort setting up a triple-layered formation since arriving here. The outer layer was a warning formation, the middle layer was a phantom formation infused with Qimen Dunjia, and the innermost layer was a blockade, firmly protecting the twenty-mile radius around their residence.
At this moment, it was clear that someone had entered the range of the phantom formation and was getting closer, apparently heading towards them. However, Wei Wuxian did not make a big move. Firstly, there were very few people in the cultivation world who could break a phantom formation, unless Nie Mingjue and the Lan duo joined forces. Secondly... Wenning had already taken action as soon as he sensed it, and in no time, he had appeared at the edge of the phantom formation.
Wenning is no longer human, but after transforming into a fierce zombie, all aspects of his body have been greatly enhanced. With extraordinary vision, he vaguely discerns a white figure approaching through the mist several miles away, not moving slowly, apparently having detected the clues of the illusion array. For some reason, he inexplicably feels familiar, but even so, the safety of the young master and his loved ones must take precedence.
Without much thought, Wenning inputs a resentment into the array, and after a few breaths, the scene in the illusion array undergoes a dramatic change, with the mist thickening and the white figure being submerged in confusion.
In the same misty confusion, there was also Xue Yang.
He had been detained in Xi Ping County for the past few days, facing several Ghost Sister s every day. Although they were very beautiful, the feeling of being restricted in the hands of "ghosts" was not pleasant. Of course, he also did not deny that there were some vague reveries mixed in his heart. After all, he was still a lively and vigorous man. He just didn't know if he could really make use of that energy if he got lucky.
Just thinking about it, it was only a few days before the leading Red-Dressed Female Ghost approached him with a "collaboration" proposal, and the conditions were such that he couldn't resist the urge to act.
Every night, he would be transported to the doorstep of a certain prestigious family by the mysterious demon arts technique, which may or may not be related to the legendary Daoist Five Ghosts Transport. Most of these families were affiliated with the Jin family, with a few being affiliated with the Jiang family and other second-rate families, all of whom had evidence of wrongdoing. His task was simple: to kill the bad cultivators on the list, without causing any repercussions, and the means were up to him.
Murder, this is Xue Yang's specialty and his favorite thing to do, especially killing evil people, and leaving the mark of the Golden Star Snow Wave on the bodies in a hidden place. When the female ghost mentioned this, he understood that the one he would ultimately have to deal with was his old friend. Even so, he did not hesitate, because the blood of a traitor would become even hotter and more bone-chilling, allowing him to become an even more evil person than the evil people.
" Ghost Sister, did Jin Guangyao offend you in some way? I'm very familiar with the people you're asking me to kill~"
"brat, there are some things you shouldn't ask about. Just focus on killing efficiently."
"Efficiently! Of course I'll be efficient! But, can I ask a question?"
"If you're not afraid of getting your tongue cut out, go ahead and ask."
" Ghost Sister She's so beautiful, she definitely wouldn't randomly kill innocent people."
"Huh, innocent? Alright, just for your innocence, you ask."
" Ancestor Yiling Is he still alive?"
"You, a follower of Jin Guangyao, don't you know?"
"It's precisely because I used to follow Jin Guangyao that I don't know~"
"You're very clever, but it's a pity..." (pretending to be regretful)
"Don't you think, as clever as I am, I should know myself well? Ancestor Yiling It's good to have a worthy successor~"
Qihong carefully observed the young boy in front of her, who was smiling and showing his tiger teeth, and she had other ideas in mind. Although she and her sisters had received favors from Wei Wuxian, it didn't mean they didn't have their own thoughts. Moreover, Wei Wuxian had never restricted their freedom, but instead helped them to cultivate their ghostly bodies and break away from the path of blood-drinking and soul-devouring. They had always respected Wei Wuxian, but also felt that he was too sentimental and had suffered too many losses, which led to the current situation. While she couldn't disrupt Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang's plan, she could still punish the evildoers and add some weight to their crimes.
After being a ghost for hundreds or even thousands of years, the thing she understands the most is the human heart, and it is because of this that she cherishes Wei Wuxian's sincerity.
"Xue Yang, do you want to learn the old ancestor's demon arts?"
" Ancestor Yiling Is he really still alive?"
*(Shakes head)*
"What does that mean, sister?"
"Sister, let me teach you how to summon a fierce zombie, what do you think?"
"Summon who?"
"The person you hate the most."
Xue Yang is still young, and the brief decade or so of his life has only been enough for him to deeply experience the taste of hatred. If he didn't cling to hatred, perhaps in a few more years, he could have had the opportunity to understand love.
As for the understanding of love, it often happens in a single moment, and on this point, no one is more deeply affected at this moment than Wei Wuxian.
After falling back asleep, he didn't sleep soundly. In a daze, he felt as if the bed was sinking and something was moving near his face. He was a person sensitive to danger, but in his subconscious, he felt safe, with no tension in his muscles. Finally, when his face was gently touched, he woke up.
There was someone sitting beside him, their hand on his face. He could clearly feel the trembling, but the touch made him slightly itchy, creating an unreal sense of confusion, not believing the familiar face in front of him until the person used the deep, low voice he had dreamed of countless times to call out to him.
"Wei Ying." (restraining excitement but feeling wronged)
Two words, with the saltiness of tears, fell into the ears of the beloved in an instant, merging into one.
" Lan Zhan, you're here." (tearful smile)
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