It is not an exaggeration to describe the corpses in one place as bleeding to survive.
Wei Ying looked at the corpses. They were all in the same state of death, bleeding from the seven orifices. He should have been scared to death by something.
weiying（weiwuxian）Seeing this kind of death, if someone controls other than Xi Yao, I can't think of anyone else, unless this family has committed a lot of evil during their lifetime and provoked a lot of evil, otherwise Xi Yao will be considered dead.
weiying（weiwuxian）What the hell, good heart stuffed ah, really anything can be pulled to my body. Lan Zhan, my heart hurts.
lanzhan（lanwangji）.......
The wood-like Lan Wangji didn't know how to comfort him at all, so she could only stare at him. Xu knew that this person couldn't say any comforting words, so Wei Ying leaned on him and watched the corpse whistle.
Yin Qi gathered around them, slowly showing a human shape, standing in front of Wei Ying trembling.
weiying（weiwuxian）Lan Zhan, if you have any questions, please ask.
lanzhan（lanwangji）This is, ask Ling?
Wei Ying patted his forehead in annoyance and nodded awkwardly. Asking Ling was the secret skill of Gu Su Lan's Unpassing, and now that he used it, he felt guilty.
However, Lan Zhan just glanced at him and said nothing.
weiying（weiwuxian）That, Lan Zhan, I didn't mean to. Didn't you stay in that library for a long time before? I happened to see it when I was looking for a book, so I wrote it down. If you're not happy, I don't need it in the future, don't be angry.
lanzhan（lanwangji）It's okay, why don't you use a flute?
weiying（weiwuxian）This, Chen Qing is usually in my body. If I take out Chen Qing, I will return to the appearance of a Xi demon. I don't want to be disturbed so soon. And it's very convenient to whistle.
lanzhan（lanwangji）(Chen Qing, Xi Yao's ghost flute is also called Chen Qing. Is this a coincidence? Lianhuawu is still there, where did Chen Qing come from? Could it be that there is really no way to change those things?)
weiying（weiwuxian）Lan Zhan, what's the matter with you? Don't be in a daze, just ask them.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Alright.
weiying（weiwuxian）All right, you all stand up, and I'll ask you some questions. Have you been in this house all the time?
lurenjia(Chang's Yin Spirit) Yes.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Who killed you?
lurenjia(Chang's Yin Spirit) Ghost, a very powerful ghost.
Yin Ling could not see his face, but Wei Ying could still feel his fear from the tone of his words.
weiying（weiwuxian）What kind of ghost? Have a grudge against you?
lurenjia(Chang's Yin Spirit) Yes, some time ago, the master killed his whole family for a jade bodhisattva.
weiying（weiwuxian）It's really self-inflicted sin and can't live, this house has a very strong grievance, there should be something else, otherwise they won't be inseparable from here. Lan Zhan, what do you think?
Wei Ying nodded and waved to disperse the Yin Spirit. Explore the surroundings of the yard carefully.
.......
There was a white jade Bodhisattva in the hall of the inner house, with kind eyes. Wei Ying subconsciously felt that something was wrong, because he felt that there was a lot of resentment on the Bodhisattva.
weiying（weiwuxian）Lan Zhan, come and have a look.
lanzhan（lanwangji）What is it?
weiying（weiwuxian）If I'm not mistaken, all these grievances came from this White Jade Bodhisattva.
Lan Zhan took a closer look and didn't feel anything was wrong.
weiying（weiwuxian）Lan Zhan, get out of the way.
Wei Ying suddenly grounded marketing him, avoiding the resentment that suddenly appeared. He took off his sheath and chopped White Jade Bodhisattva in half, and the resentment condensed in the air.
weiying（weiwuxian）Lan Zhan be careful, this thing is very resentful.
lanzhan（lanwangji）So are you.
As soon as the Yuji Qin came out, the sound of the piano was like a sharp sword to disperse the condensed grievances. But it's not enough, grievances have no entity, and they will condense together if they are dispersed.
Wei Ying looked at the bigger resentment solemnly, and didn't know if she should take out Chen Qing.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Wei Ying, a flute in Baifeng Mountain.
Lan Zhan reminded Wei Ying that the flute was still on him.
weiying（weiwuxian）Sorry, I forgot.
He took out the flute and blew it in his mouth. The crisp flute sound and the lingering sound were entangled together, and they were in tune.
With Wei Ying's joining, the group of resentment was quickly dispersed. Wei Ying's eyes turned red, and the resentment floating in the air merged into his body.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Wei Ying, your eyes?
weiying（weiwuxian）Oh, isn't red pretty? As long as I use the trick, it will become like this. Fortunately, I didn't use the appeal, otherwise it would definitely be exposed.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Wei Ying, don't use it anymore.
Wei Ying shook his head, how could he not use this world?
