Chapter 36
Chapter Summary: 【"...You really want to read this?"】
Wei Wuxian said, "Of course, I never joke around, nor do I tease anyone..."
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"...Do you really want to watch it?"
Wei Wuxian said, "Of course, I never joke around or tease people. Let's start with Jingyi. Jin Ling and Sizhui have already seen it."
Lan Jingyi said, "Ah? I don't need to. People infected with corpse poison can't move, that's what you said."
Wei Wuxian: "Stick out your tongue. Ah."
Lan Jingyi: "Ah."
Wei Wuxian: "Congratulations, your poison has been cured. Take the first step bravely and come here."
Lan Jingyi: "It's fixed so quickly?! You're kidding me, right?!"
His protests were ineffective, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and walk to the window, glancing out and then looking away. Wei Wuxian tapped the wooden board and said, "What are you afraid of? I'm standing here; it won't dare break through this board, and it won't eat your eyeballs."
Lan Jingyi jumped back and said, "I've finished watching!"
Then it was the next person's turn, and everyone hissed as they looked. After everyone had gone around, Wei Wuxian said, "Finished looking? Now everyone, tell us what details you noticed. Let's summarize."
Jin Ling spoke first: "White eyes. Female. Very short and thin. Average-looking. Holding a bamboo pole."
Lan Sizhui thought for a moment and said, "This girl is about chest height, her clothes are tattered and not very neat, like the clothes of a homeless beggar on the street. That bamboo stick seems to be a white cane, so her white pupils may not have formed after death, but she was a blind person in her life."
Wei Wuxian commented, "Jin Ling reads a lot, but Sizhui reads carefully."
Jin Ling pursed her lips.
A young man said, "This girl is probably only fifteen or sixteen years old. She has an oval face and is very pretty. There is a kind of vitality in her pretty face. She holds her long hair back with a wooden hairpin. Although she is thin, she is slender. Although she is not very clean, she is not dirty either, and she is not unpleasant."
Upon hearing this, Wei Wuxian immediately felt that this young man had a bright future and praised him highly: "Not bad, not bad. His observation is meticulous and his focus is unique. This young man will definitely be a romantic in the future."
Upon hearing the words "lovesick," Ouyang Zizhen's face suddenly turned red.
A-Qing, who had been peeking at Tianying from behind Xiao Xingchen, quickly shrank back.
A smile involuntarily crept onto her lips; this was the first time anyone had ever praised her like this in her entire life.
Wei Wuxian looked at Ouyang Zizhen's flushed face and said, "Zizhen, it's just praising someone, why are you so shy?"
Jiang Cheng glared at him, annoyed: "Yeah, the number of girls you've praised since you were a child could circle Lotus Pier!"
Wei Wuxian: ...!!
He quickly looked up at Lan Wangji.
Jiang Cheng!! You son of a bitch! You ruined my life!!!
The boy blushed, covered his face, and turned to the wall, ignoring his companions' laughter. Another boy said, "It seems that the sound of the bamboo cane hitting the ground was made when she was walking. If she was blind in life, she would not be able to see as a ghost after death, and she had to rely on that cane."
Another boy said, "But you've all seen blind people, right? Because of their poor eyesight, they walk and move slowly, afraid of bumping into something. But that ghost outside the door is agile; I've never seen such a nimble blind person."
Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "Yes, you thought of that, very good. That's exactly how we should analyze it, leaving no stone unturned. Now let's invite her in and find out the answers to these questions."
After saying that, he removed a door panel.
Not only the boys inside the house, but even the ghost outside the window was startled by his sudden action and cautiously raised its bamboo pole.
Wei Wuxian stood by the window and politely asked, "Young lady, what are you trying to do by following them?"
The girl's eyes widened. If she were alive, she would undoubtedly be incredibly beautiful. However, she had no eyeballs, making her appear only grotesque. Moreover, two streams of bloody tears flowed from her eye sockets.
A low gasp came from behind him. Wei Wuxian said, "What are you afraid of? We'll see plenty of people bleeding from all seven orifices in the future. You can't even handle two?" They really lack experience.
The girl, who had been pacing anxiously outside their window, banging her bamboo pole on the ground, stomping her feet, glaring, and waving her arms, suddenly changed her behavior. She began gesturing and pointing, as if trying to tell them something. Jin Ling said, "Strange, can't she speak?"
Upon hearing this, the girl's ghost paused, then opened her mouth towards them.
Blood gushed from her empty mouth. Her tongue had been ripped out by the roots.
The young men from prominent families got goosebumps, and simultaneously felt a pang of sympathy: "No wonder he can't speak. Blind and mute, how pitiful."
Wei Wuxian asked, "Is she using sign language? Does anyone understand it?"
No one understood. The girl stamped her feet in frustration, scribbling and drawing on the ground with a bamboo stick. But she was clearly not from a scholarly family; she was illiterate and couldn't write anything. She drew a bunch of tiny figures haphazardly, making it completely impossible to understand what she was trying to express.
Just then, from a distance along the long street came the sound of hurried running and panting.
Wei Wuxian merely shifted his gaze, and the girl's ghost vanished instantly. Since she would likely return on her own, Wei Wuxian wasn't worried. He quickly re-inserted the door and continued peering through the crack. The other young masters from various clans also wanted to see what was happening outside, so they crowded in front of the entrance, a row of heads piled from top to bottom, blocking the crack with their eyes.
The demonic mist had thinned for a moment, but now it began to flow again. A disheveled figure emerged from the white mist and rushed over.
The man was dressed entirely in black and appeared to be injured. He ran with a slight stumble, and a sword, also wrapped in black cloth, hung at his waist. Wei Wuxian thought of the masked man, but immediately dismissed the idea; the masked man's movements were completely different from this man's.
Xue Yang, who had always been nonchalant, suddenly became a little excited: Is it finally my turn to make my appearance?!
However, it seemed that he was the only one among those present who was struggling with this issue, since everyone else was once again frightened by A-Qing's "blood-red mouth".
Behind the man, a group of walking corpses followed, moving with incredible speed, and immediately caught up with him. The man drew his sword to meet the attack; the sword flashed brightly. Wei Wuxian inwardly exclaimed, "What a fine sword!"
But as the sword swept across, severing these walking corpses, a familiar "splashing" sound rang out again. Several walking corpses sprayed out black and red powder. Surrounded by them, the man had nowhere to dodge and stood there, his head and face covered in the overwhelming corpse poison powder.
Lan Sizhui whispered, "Young Master Mo, this person, we..."
At this moment, another group of walking corpses surrounded the man, shrinking him smaller and smaller. He swept his sword out again, exploding more corpse poison powder, which he inhaled even more of, and he seemed to be starting to lose his balance. Wei Wuxian said, "This man is saved. Maybe he knows the secrets of Yicheng."
Jin Ling said, "How are you going to save them? We can't go there now. The sky is filled with corpse poison powder; if you get close, you'll be poisoned."
Wei Wuxian left the window and walked into the main hall. A group of teenagers involuntarily turned their gazes to him. A group of paper figures with different appearances stood quietly between two large wreaths. Wei Wuxian slowly walked past them and stopped in front of a pair of female paper figures.
Each paper doll was unique, but this pair seemed to have been deliberately made into twin sisters; their makeup, clothing, and facial features were all identical. Their eyes were curved, and they wore smiles. One could almost hear their cheerful giggles. Their hair was styled in double buns, adorned with red beaded earrings, gold bracelets on their wrists, and embroidered shoes on their feet—they were the epitome of maids from a wealthy family. Wei Wuxian said, "These two will do."
He casually brushed the sword of a young boy, which was just drawn three inches from its sheath, leaving a cut on his thumb, then turned and dotted two pairs of eyes, four pupils in total, on them.
Then, he took a step back, smiled slightly, and said, "Her alluring eyes are shyly closed, her red lips open in a smile. Regardless of good or evil, the dot of the eyes summons the future."
A sudden gust of cold wind, seemingly from nowhere, filled the entire shop. The young men instinctively gripped their swords tighter.
Suddenly, the twin paper figures trembled violently.
The next moment, a series of giggles really did come from their bright red lips!
The finishing touch, the art of summoning generals!
Xue Yang licked his sharp canine teeth and stared intently at the water curtain.
This is what interests him.
Nie Huaisang shuddered, noticing the calm expression on the person next to him, and asked weakly, "Why does such a terrifying thing seem somewhat beautiful in Brother Wei's words?"
Wei Wuxian had just been given a second chance at life by Jiang Cheng, but then Nie Huaisang started up again.
Wei Wuxian grabbed the fan from Nie Huaisang's hand and slapped it onto his mouth, gritting his teeth as he said, "Nie Huaisang, shut up!"
Then she turned around and put on a fawning smile: "Lan Zhan, in my heart you are the most handsome!"
Everyone: ...
I don't want to eat this bowl of dog food.
Nie Huaisang: ...
Why do I not only get beaten up, but also have to eat dog food?
As if they had seen or heard something extremely funny, the two paper figures laughed uncontrollably. At the same time, their eyes, painted with the blood of living people, rolled around wildly in their sockets. The scene was both extremely charming and extremely eerie. Wei Wuxian stood in front of them, nodded slightly, and bowed to them in a gesture of respect.
In return for the courtesy, the two paper figures bowed slightly to him, offering an even greater gesture in return.
Wei Wuxian pointed to the door and said, "Bring in the living people—exterminate everyone else without exception."
The paper figures emitted sharp, high-pitched laughter, and a gust of cold wind swept in, causing the gate to be violently flung open to both sides!
Two paper figures darted out side by side, disappearing into the encirclement of the walking corpses. It was unimaginable that these paper dolls possessed such ferocious killing power. Wearing exquisite embroidered shoes, they swung their light, flowing sleeves, slicing off an arm of a walking corpse with a single swing, and half a head with another; their paper sleeves seemed to transform into sharp blades. Their alluring laughter echoed throughout the long street, stirring both the mind and the spine.
Before long, fifteen or sixteen walking corpses had all been shredded into irreparable pieces by the pair of paper figures, scattered all over the ground!
Nie Huaisang still couldn't shut his mouth: "Are these two paper figures alive?"
Wei Wuxian said lazily, "No, it's just that two souls were put in there. It's more like a container."
Lan Wangji said with dissatisfaction, "This technique is harmful to the body and should not be used again."
Everyone: ...
Wei Wuxian tugged at his sleeve and shook it: "With you around, I'll lend a hand wherever needed, hehehe..."
Jiang Cheng and Jin Zixuan: Ugh...
The two paper maids, victorious and obedient, carried the exhausted fugitive through the door, then jumped back outside, causing the door to close automatically. They stood guard outside, one on each side, like majestic lions protecting the city.
Previously, these scions of noble families had only heard descriptions of unorthodox and heretical practices from books and their elders, and at the time they simply couldn't understand: "If it's already an unorthodox practice, why do so many people still want to learn it? Why does the Yiling Patriarch have so many imitators?" But now, seeing it with their own eyes, they realized that unorthodox practices do have their own alluring and magical aspects. Moreover, this was only the tip of the iceberg—the "Eye-Pointing Summoning Technique." Therefore, most of them couldn't hide their excitement, feeling that they had greatly broadened their horizons and would have new topics to discuss with their fellow disciples. Only Jin Ling's expression was extremely unpleasant.
Lan Sizhui went over to help Wei Wuxian, but Wei Wuxian said, "Don't come any closer, be careful not to get the corpse poison powder on you. It can poison you even through your skin."
When the man was brought in by the paper figure, he was already exhausted, half-conscious. Now he was a little more awake, coughing a few times, seemingly worried that the corpse poison powder he coughed up might infect others, and covered his mouth. He whispered, "Who are you people?"
The voice was utterly exhausted. It asked this question not only because it didn't know who had saved it, but also because it couldn't see anything.
The person had a thick white bandage wrapped around their eyes. They were probably blind.
Moreover, he was a very handsome blind man, with a straight nose and thin, light red lips; he was almost strikingly beautiful. He was quite young, somewhere between a boy and a young adult. It was a pity. Wei Wuxian thought to himself: Why have I encountered so many blind people lately? Those I've heard, those I've seen. The living, the dead.
Suddenly, Jin Ling said, "Hey, we don't even know who this person is, whether he's friend or foe. Why should we rush to save him? What if he's a bad guy? Wouldn't we be bringing a snake into the fold?"
That's true, but saying it in front of others is a bit awkward.
Surprisingly, the man wasn't angry, nor was he worried about being thrown out again. He smiled slightly, revealing a pair of small canine teeth, and said, "Young master is quite right. It's better for me to go out."
Jin Ling grumbled discontentedly, "Then why didn't you go out back then?"
Xue Yang clicked his tongue: "Kid, wasn't I Xiao Xingchen back then? Don't you have any compassion?"
Jin Ling glared at him fiercely: What sympathy do you want? He wants to chop him up!
As Xiao Xingchen looked at the man in the celestial shadow who resembled him by about 80-90%, the complex emotions he had just suppressed began to surge back into his heart.
What exactly does he want to do?
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