[R18] The Patriarch of the Demonic Way (newly revised version) – Chapter 19 of “The Patriarch of the Demonic Way (Newly Revised Edition)” [English]

Chapter 19 Yangyang Fifth

Wei Wuxian lay down all night. He spent the first half of the night thinking about what had happened to Lan Wangji over the years, and then fell asleep in the second half of the night.The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I saw that Lan Wangji had disappeared without a trace, and he was lying on the couch in an orderly manner, with his hands by his side, in a peaceful posture.

Wei Wuxian lifted the quilt covering his body and buried the five fingers of his right hand in his hair. The inexplicable feeling of absurdity and horror still lingered in his heart.

At this time, the wooden door of the quiet room lightly knocked twice, and Lan SiZhui’s voice sounded outside: “Master Mo? Are you awake?”

Wei Wuxian: “Why are you calling me so early?!”

Lan SiZhui: “Morning, early?…But, it’s already time.”

The Lan family always rests at the Mao hour and rests at the Hai hour, very regularly, while Wei Wuxian rests at the Si hour, which is also very regular, a full two hours later than the He family.He lay down for half the night, his waist and back hurt, and he said honestly: “I can’t get up.”

Lan SiZhui said, “Uh, what’s wrong with you?”

Wei Wuxian said, “What’s wrong with me? I was slept with by your Hanguang-Jun!”

Lan Jingyi’s voice also sounded menacingly: “If you keep talking nonsense, we won’t forgive you. Come out!”

Wei Wuxian said unjustly, “Really! He slept with me all night! If I don’t go out, I don’t have the face to see anyone!”

Several juniors looked at each other outside the door.Others were not allowed to enter Hanguang Jun’s residence at will. They couldn’t laugh or cry, and they couldn’t go in directly and drag the person out.Lan Jingyi said angrily: “You are so shameless! It’s not like Hanguang-Jun has a broken sleeve. He sleeps with you?! Please don’t go to sleep. Thank heaven. Get up! Take that donkey of yours away and treat it well. It’s so noisy!”

When he mentioned his mount, Wei Wuxian hurriedly got up: “What did you do to my little apple?! Don’t touch it, it will kick up.”

Lan Jingyi asked: “What is a little apple?”

Wei Wuxian said, “My donkey!” He left the quiet room and asked several juniors to take him to find his mount. He was led to a piece of green grass. As expected, the gorgeous donkey was screaming and making a lot of noise.The reason for yelling was because it wanted to eat grass, but there were dozens of rolling white pom-poms on the grass, making it unable to eat.

Wei Wuxian said happily, “So many rabbits! Come, come, fork, fork, and roast!”

Lan Jingyi’s eyes were filled with smoke: “Killing is forbidden in Yun Shen I don’t know! Shut up now! I’ve already asked you several times! If you do this again, we will be scolded to death!”

Wei Wuxian gave him the apple in the breakfast for him to eat. Sure enough, the donkey didn’t bother to squeal as soon as he nibbled on the apple, and started squealing while chewing.While stroking the back of its neck, Wei Wuxian was trying to figure out what these juniors were wearing. At the same time, he pointed at the round white rabbits all over the ground and said, “You really can’t bake it? Will you be driven down the mountain if you bake it?”

As if facing a formidable enemy, Lan Jingyi quickly opened his hands to block him and said, “This is the one raised by Lord Hanguang. We only help take care of it occasionally. How dare you bake it!”

When Wei Wuxian heard this, he almost fell to the ground laughing, thinking: “Lan Zhan is such a person! I didn’t even want him as a gift before, but now I secretly raise a large group of them. Who are you trying to coax if you say no? Forgive me, in fact, he secretly likes these white and furry little things! Hanguang-Jun hugged a rabbit with a straight face, oh my god, I can’t do it…”

But when he thought of the scene last night when he was lying on Lan Wangji’s body, he suddenly couldn’t laugh again.

At this moment, bursts of bells came from the west side of the cloud depths.

The sound of the bell was completely different from the bells that told the time. It was rapid and intense, as if a madman who had gone crazy was beating the sound.Lan Jingyi and Lan SiZhui’s expressions changed drastically. They didn’t care about making jokes with him any more, so they dropped him and ran away.Wei Wuxian knew something was wrong and quickly followed.

The bells sounded from a turret.

This turret is called the “Underworld Chamber”. The surrounding walls are made of special materials and have incantations on them. It is a building specially used by the Lan family to summon spirits.When the bells on the turret started ringing spontaneously, it meant that something had happened: the person performing the soul-calling ceremony inside had an accident.

Outside the turret, more and more Lan family children and disciples were surrounding them, but no one dared to enter rashly.The door to the underworld is a dark wooden door, locked tightly and can only be opened from the inside.Violent destruction from the outside is not only difficult, but also violates taboos.An accident occurred during the soul-calling ceremony, which is a very scary thing, because no one knows what will be summoned, and what will happen if someone breaks in without warning.Since the establishment of the Underworld Chamber, there has almost never been a case of failure in summoning souls, which makes people even more worried.

When Wei Wuxian saw that Lan Wangji did not show up, he had a bad feeling.If Lan Wangji was still in the Cloud Recesses, he would have rushed over immediately when the alarm bell rang, unless… suddenly, the black door was slammed open, and a disciple in white stumbled out.

He was unsteady on his feet and rolled down the steps as soon as he rushed out.The door of the underworld closed automatically immediately, as if someone threw it in anger.

The others hurriedly helped the disciple up.He immediately fell down again after being lifted up, with tears streaming down his face uncontrollably. He grabbed hold of the person and said, “I shouldn’t have done this… I shouldn’t have done this…”

Wei Wuxian grabbed He’s hand and said in a deep voice, “What kind of soul are you trying to recruit? Who else is in there? Where is Lord Hanguang?!”

The disciple seemed to be having difficulty breathing, and he opened his mouth and said, “Hanguang-Jun, let me escape…”

Before he finished speaking, red blood poured out from his nose and mouth.Wei Wuxian pushed him into Lan Sizhui’s arms, with the hastily made bamboo flute still stuck in his waist. He walked up the steps, kicked the door of the underworld room, and shouted sharply: “Open!”

The door to the underworld opened suddenly like a maniacal laugh.Wei Wuxian immediately stepped inside.The door closed behind him.Several disciples were shocked and rushed forward, but the door could not be opened no matter what.A guest rushed at the door, shocked and angry, and blurted out: “Who was this person just now?!”

Lan SiZhui supported the disciple, gritted his teeth and said, “…Help me first. He’s bleeding from his seven orifices!”

As soon as he entered the underworld, Wei Wuxian felt an oppressive black energy approaching his face.

This black energy seemed to be a mixture of resentment, anger, and madness. It was almost visible to the naked eye. Surrounded by it, a person’s chest was oppressed to the point of dull pain.The length and width of the underworld room are more than three feet, and several people are staggering around in the four corners.On the formation in the center of the ground, the object of this soul summoning was erected.

Nothing but an arm.It’s the one brought back from Mojiazhuang!

It stood upright like a stick, with its cross section facing the ground, its four fingers forming a fist, and its index finger pointing to the sky, as if pointing at someone angrily.The endless black energy that filled the entire Hades Chamber was emanating from it.

The people who participated in the soul-calling ceremony ran away and fell down. Only Lan Wangji, who was sitting in the chair of the East Head, was still sitting upright.

There was a guqin lying beside him. His hands were not placed on the strings, but the strings were vibrating and humming.Originally, he seemed to be deep in thought, or listening intently to something, and then he looked up when he noticed someone was intruding.

Lan Wangji’s face was always calm, and Wei Wuxian couldn’t tell what he was thinking.Lan Qiren, who was originally sitting on one side, was now lying on the side. Like the disciple who escaped from the underworld, he was bleeding from all his orifices and had lost all his consciousness.Wei Wuxian took the position of he, turned around and stepped on the west head, pulled out the bamboo flute from his waist, raised it to his lips, and faced Lan Wangji from a distance.

That night in Mojiazhuang, Wei Wuxian first harassed each other with whistles, and then Lan Wangji hit each other with piano music from a distance. The two of them unintentionally joined forces to suppress the arm.Lan Wangji’s eyes met with he’s understanding, he raised his right hand, and a string of string sounds flowed out, Wei Wuxian immediately matched it with flute sounds.

The song they played is called “Calling the Soul”.Using the corpse of the deceased, a certain part of the corpse, or a beloved object during his lifetime as a medium, the soul of the deceased can follow the sound.Usually, within a short period of time, you can see the figure of the dead soul emerging from the formation.However, as the two of them were about to finish their song, no soul was summoned.

That arm seemed angry, veins popped out all over his body, and the feeling of oppression in the air became even heavier.If it were someone else who was guarding the west at this time, he would not be able to escape the end of Lan Qiren’s bleeding, and he would have collapsed long ago.Wei Wuxian was secretly shocked: Even if he and Lan Wangji played “The Soul Conjuring” at the same time, they couldn’t summon the souls of the dead. This is almost impossible.Unless…unless the soul of the deceased was cut apart together with his body!

It seems that this man is a little worse than he.Although he’s body was bitten into pieces, his soul was still intact.

When “The Soul Conjuring” failed, Lan Wangji changed the tune with his fingers and played another song.

This piece of music is completely different from the eerie and calling tone just now. It is quiet and peaceful. The title of the piece is “Rest in Peace”.These two pieces of music are both famous Taoist music that are widely circulated. It is not uncommon for anyone to play and play, so Wei Wuxian naturally followed them.

The ghost flute played by the ancestor of Yiling is called “Chen Qing” and is famous far and wide.At this time, he responded with the bamboo flute, deliberately playing with many mistakes and insufficient breath, which made people unbearable to listen.Lan Wangji had probably never played with such a bad person before. After playing for a while, he finally couldn’t continue as if nothing had happened and looked up at he with an expressionless expression.

Wei Wuxian shamelessly pretended not to see it, and the tune ran further and further away. He turned around and was about to continue playing when suddenly something strange came from behind him. When he looked back, he was shocked.Lan Qiren, who had been unconscious before, suddenly sat up straight, with a face bleeding and smoke coming from all the orifices. His beard, throat, and hand pointing at Wei Wuxian were trembling, and he shouted hoarsely: “Stop blowing! Get out! Get out! Don’t—”

Before he finished speaking about what was “not allowed”, he spit out a mouthful of blood, fell back on the spot, and fell into a dying coma again.

Lan Wangji: “…”

Wei Wuxian was stunned.

He knows what is behind Lan Qiren’s “no”: no blowing!No ensemble allowed!Do not tarnish the music of his beloved disciple Wangji!

This piano and flute ensemble played by us actually made Lan Qiren wake up and faint again, which shows how hard it is to hear…

However, even so, the hand slowly fell down under the combined suppression of the sound of the flute and the sound of the piano.Wei Wuxian thought without any shame, it’s hard to hear, but it’s effective.

The last sound of the strings stopped, and in a moment, the door of the underworld opened, and the sunlight poured in.About the time the alarm bell on the turret stopped ringing, the disciples and disciples who were originally surrounding the underworld room rushed in, and everyone was shouting “Hanguang Lord”.

Lan Wangji pressed his hand on the strings to silence the lingering buzzing of the strings, and stood up to check Lan Qiren’s pulse.With he taking the lead, the others quickly calmed down. The older seniors laid down the bodies of the people bleeding from the seven orifices in the underworld and began to treat them.They were administering acupuncture and medicine, while another group of disciples brought a bronze bell, intending to cover the arm in it.Although the scene was busy, it was orderly and soft-spoken, with no one making any noise.

Several people worried: “Hanguang-Jun, the elixirs and acupuncture are ineffective, what should I do?”

Lan Wangji placed three fingers on Lan Qiren’s veins and frowned in silence.Lan Qiren has presided over as many as eight hundred soul-calling rituals, including many fierce ghosts and evil spirits. Even he was injured by the retaliation of resentment. This shows how terrifying the resentment of this ghost hand is, which is unprecedented.

Wei Wuxian inserted the bamboo flute back into his waist and squatted down next to the bronze bell, stroking the gold inscriptions on it. He was thinking in his mind when he suddenly saw Lan Sizhui’s face look sad and said, “What’s wrong?”

Lan SiZhui had already known that he was not an ordinary person, so he hesitated for a moment and whispered, “I feel a little guilty.”

Wei Wuxian asked, “What are you feeling guilty about?”

Lan SiZhui said, “This ghost hand is coming for us.”

Wei Wuxian smiled and said, “How did you know?”

Lan SiZhui said: “Different grades of Zhaoyin flags have different painting methods and powers. The Yin-shaking flags we painted in Mojiazhuang only have a radius of five miles. But this ghost hand has a very murderous intention and feeds on human flesh, blood and blood. If it starts from the beginningWithin the scope of its effect, Mojiazhuang was already bleeding like a river due to its ferocity.However, it suddenly appeared after we arrived…that is to say, it must have been deliberately placed in that place at that time by someone with malicious intentions.”

Wei WuXian said, “The coursework is quite solid and the analysis is good.”

Lan SiZhui lowered his head and said, “In this case, we are probably… responsible for the lives of those people in Mojiazhuang… and now, Mr. Lan and the others are so tired that they are also unconscious…”

After a moment of silence, Wei Wuxian patted he on the shoulder and said, “It’s not you who are responsible, it’s the person who let go. There are some things in this world that are beyond your control.”

Over there, Lan Wangji withdrew his hand, and everyone in the Lan family hurriedly asked: “Hanguang-Jun, how are you doing?”

Lan Wangji said: “Go back to the roots.”

Wei Wuxian said, “That’s right. If we trace the source, find the whole body of this ghost hand, and figure out his identity, we will naturally have a way to save people.”

Although Lan Jingyi already knew that he was definitely not a lunatic, he still couldn’t help but speak to him in a condemning tone, saying: “You put it simply, you can’t summon the spirit, and if it’s like this, where can you find it?”

Lan Wangji said: “Northwest.”

Lan SiZhui wondered: “Northwest? Lord Hanguang, why is it the northwest?”

Wei WuXian said, “Didn’t I already point it out to you?”

Lan Jingyi was confused: “Point it out to me? Who? Who pointed it out? Didn’t Hanguang-Jun point it out?”

Wei WuXian said, “It.”

Only then did everyone realize that he was referring to the ghost hand!

The arm pointed steadily in one direction. When someone changed its position, it stubbornly turned around and returned to its original direction. Everyone had never seen such a situation before, and they were shocked.Lan Jingyi said: “It? It… what is it referring to?!”

Wei WuXian said, “What else can it refer to? Either it’s other parts of his body, or it’s the murderer who made him become such a murderer.”

Hearing this, several teenagers who happened to be standing in the northwest quickly ran away.Lan Wangji glanced at he, stood up slowly, and said to the disciples: “Get your uncle settled.”

Those people nodded and said, “Yes! Are you going down the mountain now?”

Lan Wangji nodded slightly, and Wei Wuxian sneaked up behind him and muttered to himself loudly and happily: “Okay, okay, we can finally go down the mountain and elope!”

Everyone looked miserable, the older disciples were especially horrified, but the teenagers were more or less used to it.Only Lan Qiren, who was lying on the ground, seemed to have another facial twitching unconsciously. Everyone thought: “If this man says a few more words, maybe Mr. Lan will be woken up by he again…”