"Fellow Daoist Wei, we cannot proceed any further; there is an array ahead."
Fang Buwei spoke awkwardly, not daring to look at Wei Qinghe's expression, and continued, "Let's take that secret passage instead."
Judging from his expression, Wei Qinghe knew that the secret passage he mentioned was not a good thing.
"Could it be a dog hole?"
Fang Buwei lowered his head and nodded slightly.
"My grandfather's contracted beast was an old yellow dog..."
The Lingzong disciples all wore the same look of disdain. "Second Senior Brother and Junior Sister are formation masters; they can break formations."
A disciple of the Spirit Sect would never crawl through a dog hole. I wonder what the situation is like at the Refining Manor, and why Fang Buwei has to crawl through a dog hole to get home.
Fang Buwei's eyes suddenly lit up. How could he have forgotten such an important thing?
"Then I'll trouble you two fellow Daoists." Who would want to crawl through a dog hole when they can walk in openly and honestly?
The group immediately took off on their swords.
Wei Qinghe first used a spirit talisman to test the power of the formation. The moment the spirit talisman touched the formation, it exploded and immediately burst into flames.
Fang Buwei didn't understand any of this, "This is..."
Wei Qinghe frowned and took out another stack of talismans. "A vengeful spirit has attached itself to this formation. It must be an undead spirit from this weapon-refining manor."
Several more talismans struck the array, and the shadows of some ghostly spirits gradually emerged on the array's light waves.
Aren't their tattered clothes just the uniforms of the Weapon Refining Manor?
Fang Buwei's eyes immediately welled up with tears, "Auntie, Eldest Brother, Third Senior Brother..."
Fang Buwei knew many of the people, and he knelt down in anguish, slapping himself hard in the face.
Knowing they were dead was already painful for Fang Buwei, but now he learned that their souls had become undead spirits and were integrated into the formation.
The undead appeared, baring their fangs and claws, looking extremely ferocious, as if they wanted to tear everyone outside the formation to shreds.
"Who on earth not only wiped out the entire Refining Manor, but also turned their souls into undead?" Even Qiao Luoning, who was used to seeing demons and monsters, couldn't stand it anymore.
Only then did the Lingzong disciples realize that the Weapon Refining Manor had been wiped out.
"If it hadn't been activated, who would have known that the formation contained undead? Strengthening the formation would have helped to conceal the fact that the Weapon Refining Manor had been wiped out."
Wei Qinghe stepped into the air, about to unleash the talisman in his hand, when Fang Buwei suddenly shouted, "Fellow Daoist Wei, are you going to kill them all?"
Fang Buwei did not want all the dead in the Refining Manor to have their souls scattered.
Wei Qinghe paused slightly in her hand holding the talisman, looking at Fang Buwei with a complicated expression. After a moment, she said, "They have all become dead spirits. Even if Venerable Shichen of Bodhi Mountain were here, he would not be able to deliver them."
"Fang Buwei, life is full of helplessness. The people of the Refining Manor are upright and honest, and they don't want to be used by others after they die, becoming undead."
The talisman flew out quickly and struck the formation hard. The raging flames quickly spread throughout the formation, and the undead that merged into the formation let out miserable cries.
Fang Buwei kept kowtowing to the formation. If it were the old him, he would never have been so humble and helpless.
However, since the incident at the weapon-refining manor, he has encountered too much helplessness and experienced too much of the coldness and warmth of human relationships.
He had great faith in Wei Qinghe's character; if even Wei Qinghe couldn't do anything about it, then this was truly the only option.
Under the influence of the talisman, the undead quickly vanished into nothingness, and Wei Qinghe's sea of consciousness was filled with light.
【break! 】
The sturdy formation shattered instantly, and a putrid stench filled the air.
After passing through the mountain gate, they saw that the old gate was tightly closed, and even the plaque of the weapon-refining manor was crooked and covered with cobwebs.
The once bustling weapon-refining manor is now marked by the vicissitudes of time, with only the sound of their footsteps and the whistling wind remaining eerily quiet.
"Among the undead just now, there was no Master Fang. Fang Buwei, did you find Master Fang when you came in?" Wei Qinghe asked.
Although the Refining Manor is in a terrible state now, there is no corpse in sight, which means that Fang Buwei has collected everyone's bodies.
Fang Buwei shook his head and then nodded, "I didn't find my grandfather's whole body, I only found one of his arms and one of his legs."
Upon hearing this, Wei Qinghe's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and the image of that kind old man appeared before her eyes.
He had only been guiding her in weapon crafting for a few years, teaching her many things, and even giving her a lot of treasures.
Such a kind old man, why couldn't they even leave him with a complete body?
Who exactly is this person? How could they be so ruthless?
"Have you buried Master Fang's remains?"
Fang Buwei kept shedding tears. He used to resent his grandfather's nagging and strict control, which forced him to learn weapon crafting. Only after losing it did he realize his regret.
"No, I preserved it using a magical artifact."
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