When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

Being stared at as if by hundreds of eyes, Wei WuXian did not reveal any flaws.

Wei Wuxian and the others' appearance here at this time and their behavior were indeed very suspicious.

Precisely because of this, we cannot go against their words or defend ourselves.

He smiled and said frankly: "This brother is right. We were born into a wealthy family."

In an instant, the people below began to whisper to each other.

Many questioning words fell into the ears of the three people.

Wei WuXian added: “However, who says that those born into wealthy families cannot practice the Way of Ghosts?”

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.

Wei WuXian calmly picked up some food and ate it, swallowing it down. “Everyone has a desire to be strong, but how many people in today’s world of immortal cultivation can defeat a hundred or a thousand at once?”

The phrase 'one against a hundred' hits the mark in everyone's mind.

Including the look in Xue Yang's eyes when he looked at Wei Wuxian, which was frighteningly bright.

The person next to him said, "That's true. The founder of the Ghost Path is Wei Wuxian from the Yunmeng Jiang Clan. He became famous at a young age and is such a brilliant and carefree person. If he has learned it, then why can't others?"

"Yes, yes, sir, we are on the same side, and we all support you."

"Come and toast to you, young master."

Wei WuXian raised his wine glass, drank it all, and looked at these people.

They are all unknown people in the world, with great ambitions, but they do not have good conditions and lack outstanding talents. If they want to make a place for themselves in the world and leave their names, they can only rely on the shortcut of the ghost way, hoping to recreate the fame of "Yuandao" when his flute was played and received a lot of responses.

But the way of ghosts is not so easy to learn. If you fail to do it well, it will only lead to a counterproductive outcome.

Lan Wangji called out to him, “Wei Ying.”

Wei WuXian came back to his senses and asked, “What?”

Xue Yang poked his head out and said, "Almost done."

Wei WuXian nodded, wiped the wine stains from his lips with his hand, and said, “Then let’s get started.”

After saying this, Xue Yang quietly left his seat and disappeared into the darkness. Without anyone noticing, a cold wind blew from the sky, making people's scalps numb and their hair messy.

The people below started to clamor: "Everything was fine before, why does it suddenly feel like the world is going to change?"

Someone answered him: "What are you afraid of? Even if the weather changes, it won't matter. It will only take a while to get home."

Everyone was eating and drinking, when suddenly someone pointed out, "Where does the wind come from in Yicheng, which is surrounded by mountains? Even if there is wind, it can't be this cold. It's creepy."

Perhaps it was because Yicheng itself was prone to strange things happening, and corpses resurrecting and zombies transforming into corpses were common occurrences, and some people began to get restless.

Some people who were about to stand up were pulled back by the people next to them, who joked, "Why are you running? Looking at you, you're so suspicious. If someone didn't know, they would think it was a ghost coming to claim your life. Hahahaha!"

The others also started laughing. Most of them were brave people, otherwise they would not have dared to live with corpses in coffins for several months.

Everyone should still eat and drink.

After three rounds of drinking, I started feeling drunk.

Suddenly, a scream came from a corner: "Ah!!!"

The voice was shrill, as if he was frightened by something.

Someone staggered over to check, and saw that several people in that area were huddled and trembling as if they were possessed by evil spirits, and they did not respond when they were tapped.

One person said, "Maybe they are tired. Come and help carry them back to rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man stood still, as if he was frightened and stunned. Others went to check, and saw that all the people in front of them were attached to a ghost of different shapes with blood dripping from its mouth!

"Ghost! There's a ghost!!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere exploded.

The problem occurred not only among a few people in this area, but also in other areas.

The blazing bonfire changed color, and the lively atmosphere of the bright lights instantly dropped.

Looking back, the people around me have changed their appearance, their eyes bulging, their veins bulging, and their tongues licking the ground.

There was that ethereal and strange laughter in my ears.

The sound of tables being overturned and plates breaking was accompanied by screams of terror.

"Ghost, where did the ghost come from?!"

"Get away!!"

Each person was entangled by at least two evil spirits on the front waist, back, and legs. They attacked indiscriminately and could not be shaken off no matter how hard they tried.

He drew his sword and used all his strength to fight but it was still useless.

You can feel the nails of those evil spirits digging into your flesh, but you can't hurt them at all.

Except for Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji who were still sitting quietly in their seats, everyone else in the audience was screaming in agony from the torture they saw from the evil spirits.

"No, no... I haven't done anything bad, I don't know you, you can't look for me..."

The evil laughter of the evil spirit is endless, and it will not let the other party go no matter what he has done or not done.

He showed his fangs and bit down, leaving a bloody mess.

Blood flowed onto the ground like a flood, and was licked and eaten by evil spirits.

Some people wanted to come to Wei Wuxian and the others to ask for help, but were dragged back by the evil spirits behind them. They were unable to struggle and screams were heard everywhere.

Lan Wangji turned his eyes away, as if he couldn’t bear to watch it anymore. Wei Wuxian shook his hand, and the two of them flashed and hid in the darkness, staring at the scene happening over there.

To prevent accidents.

After a while, someone seemed to be unable to bear the torture anymore and took out his sword to kill him. Wei Wuxian was about to stop him, but someone was one step ahead of him.

Then there was the sound of two swords colliding. It was Xiao Xingchen. Xiao Xingchen deflected the man’s sword, knocked him unconscious and controlled him.

Xiao Xingchen looked around and saw that almost everyone was in the same state, unconscious, struggling and rolling on the ground.

Xiao Xingchen helped them up one by one and wanted to ask about the situation: "What's wrong with you? Wake up!!"

But no one could answer his question.

At the same time, Xiao Xingchen keenly sensed the movement coming from somewhere in the dark. After locking the direction, he appeared in front of the man the next second.

Pointing the sword at him, he shouted, "Who is it?!"

Xue Yang, who was sitting on the ground and casting a spell, suddenly glanced down. He felt a stinging pain in his neck and a slightly cool touch. It was the sharp sword of Shuanghua.

Xue Yang stopped casting the spell and looked up at him. Xiao Xingchen paused with his sword in his hand and moved away from him. He said in disbelief, "Xue Yang? How could it be you?!"

Xue Yang touched his neck with two fingers and felt a sticky feeling, which was a blood mark left by the Frost Sword.

Looking at the blood on his fingertips, Xue Yang pulled up the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Master, did you hurt me, or are you really so impatient that you want me to--"

"——I'll depend on you."