"In order to prevent being ambushed by evil spirits, the Lan Clan of Gusu drew a spell in the Lan Clan's robe. Perhaps it was because Young Master Wei above had paid attention to it with his heart." Lan Xichen smiled gently and explained.
However, he knew in his heart that not many people knew that there were spells in these robes, and many direct descendants didn't know about it.
If you want to know... there is only one way... that is, I took the robe to study it...
Obviously, Wei Wuxian above didn't know when he got Gu Su Lan's robe.
As for whose family robe is... I don't know these days.
[Lan Si Zhui quickly reacted and shouted to the partner in the room: "He is afraid of our clothes."
After they finished speaking, they didn't care about the family rules of not being disheveled, so they took off their robes and threw them at Mrs. Mo.
However, to deal with the thing attached to Mrs. Mo's body, a few family robes are obviously not enough, and they can only control him briefly.
Looking at the tense atmosphere, Wei Wuxian felt a little anxious. It would be fine if there were any powerful murderous corpses here, but this was a residential area, so it was impossible to have any very powerful murderous corpses.
Etc.
Murderous corpse?
Don't you have some ready-made here?
Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian hurriedly ran towards the yard where the corpse was placed.
He took off the spells attached to Mo Ziyuan and Old Master Mo's foreheads, and then wiped off the formation they had drawn on the ground to control them.
He snapped his fingers one by one and whispered, "Get up, get to work."
With a resurrection, the corpse that had lowered its head immediately raised its head, glanced at Wei Wuxian, and flew out with a slightly trembling body.]
"Cool! Old Ancestor, are you really no longer considering accepting me as an apprentice?" Xue Yang, who was almost bored to death, immediately became refreshed when he saw this scene. He looked at Wei Wuxian with bright eyes, and wanted Wei Wuxian to agree to accept him as a disciple, "Think about your powerful ability, won't it be a pity that there is no successor?"
Wei Wuxian glared at Xue Yang. This person had not given up the idea of learning Ghost Dao.
"This ghost way is not that easy to learn. If you are not careful, you will become enchanted and endanger society, so I would rather let him have no descendants than take this risk to teach others. And..."
As he said that, Wei Wuxian looked Xue Yang up and down: "I don't think you are learning Ghost Dao for anything serious. You must have died."
Xue Yang looked at Wei Wuxian's appearance of being so defensive of himself and snorted: "Hypocrisy."
Then, he didn't go to Wei Wuxian to talk, and looked at the picture carefully, hoping to learn a little bit from the above.
But unfortunately, Wei Wuxian snapped his fingers and didn't do anything else.
He didn't even draw spells, and learning from the pictures didn't seem to be so reliable.
Xiao Xingchen looked at this ruffian son, a little helpless, why is this person so keen to learn this dangerous ghost technique.
[Here, the juniors were being beaten back by Madam Mo, and they were about to become the souls of those subordinates. Two figures suddenly flew over. They looked carefully and found that it was Mo Ziyuan and Master Mo who had just died.
"Is this a corpse?" Lan Jingyi said in shock as she looked at the three corpses entangled together.]