[Wei Wuxian continued to wander around for two laps, and only returned to Mo Xuanyu's small yard at night. The latch was kicked off when he went out, and the room was also in a mess because of Mo Ziyuan's looting just now, and no one cleaned it up. He pretended to be invisible, picked a clean place on the ground, and sat up.
Unexpectedly, before he sat down until dawn, there were bursts of noise from the outside world that pulled him out of his meditative state.
A mess of footsteps mixed with crying and screaming quickly approached. Wei Wuxian heard a few words repeated: "... Rush in, drag it out directly!" "Report to the official!" "What official to report, cover your head and kill you!"]
"What happened?" Wei Wuxian said that he was a little confused. He just sat in the room all the time, why was he about to be arrested by the reporter?
As for the head covering and killing something, Wei Wuxian Quan didn't see it. Although it does look weak, it is the ancestor of Yiling who is feared by others. Just those few people are not enough to be afraid of.
[He opened his eyes, and several domestic servants had already broken in. The whole yard was ablaze with fire, and someone shouted: "Drag this murderous lunatic to the lobby and let him pay for his life!"]
Good guy, why didn't he know when he had the ability to kill people in the air.
Wei Wuxian said that he was very innocent, very innocent.
[When he was dragged out with a few pairs of big hands, Wei Wuxian let them drag him upright, saving himself from leaving. Dragged to the East Hall, it was so lively, and there were no fewer people than the townspeople of Mojiazhuang gathered at this time during the day. All the servants and relatives came out, some of them were still wearing middle clothes and couldn't comb their hair, and they all looked terrified. Mrs. Mo collapsed on the seat, as if she had just woken up from a coma, there were still tears on her cheeks, and there were still tears in her eyes. However, as soon as Wei Wuxian was dragged in, her tears immediately turned into a cold light of resentment.
There was a human-shaped thing lying on the ground, its body covered with a white cloth, only one head was exposed. Lan Sicui and the teenagers had dignified expressions and were leaning over to investigate, talking in a low voice. The voice leaked into Wei Wuxian's ears:
"... Found that the time is less than a stick of incense?"]
"Dead?" Nie Huaisang was a little scared when he looked at the seemingly invisible human figure above, but he couldn't help but wonder, why did this person suddenly die?
Although the people who came were all the juniors of the Gusu Lan family, their strength in being able to go out night hunting alone must not be bad, and what I just heard from those people was that it was just some low-level walking corpses that troubled the Mojiazhuang. As long as the cultivation base was not so bad as to be on the same level as him, he could handle it, how could he suddenly die?
Could it be? Nie Huaisang's eyes darkened... The person behind the scenes made a move?
Thinking of this, he looked up at Jin Ziyao
[This corpse looks like Mo Ziyuan, but it doesn't look like Mo Ziyuan. Although the facial features are clearly like his cheap cousin, the cheeks are deeply sunken, the eye sockets and eyeballs are protruding, and the skin is wrinkled. Compared with Mo Ziyuan, who was young at the time, he seems to be twenty years old. It seems to have been sucked dry of flesh and blood and turned into a skeleton covered with a very thin layer of skin. If the original Mo Ziyuan was just ugly, then his corpse is old and ugly now.]
Everyone who saw the corpse made a thud in their hearts. This was not the work of low-level walking corpses.
The low-level walking corpse just looks a little scary, and the smell is a little unpleasant, there is nothing powerful about it.