When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

Wei Wuxian tapped Lan Jingyi on the top of his head and said earnestly, “Whether the person who came here told the truth or not is not the point for now, but with so many evil spirits wandering in the dark, something serious must have happened here. You should go and find out first.”

"Okay." After hearing what he said, Lan Jingyi took a few people and left.

They didn't bring many people with them. Apart from Lan Jingyi, the others were just a few disciples of the Lan family.

At this time, Wei Wuxian was the only one left there.

Wei Wuxian looked around and strolled along the streets of the city. He stopped at various places to observe, and after confirming some things, he turned around and entered a darker alley.

As soon as he stepped into the alley, Wei WuXian blew a clear whistle. The whistle echoed in the narrow alley for a long time.

In a moment, the surroundings suddenly became cooler and the air pressure gradually dropped.

Wei Wuxian's hair moved without wind, and several fallen leaves slowly floated down from his head.

He raised his eyes and stared in a specific direction.

There, two blurry shadows could be vaguely seen standing quietly.

The phantom seemed to be bending over and lowering its head, showing a respectful attitude towards the person in front of it.

Wei WuXian whispered, “What happened here?”

When the question was asked, a faint and low whisper, like a moan mixed with the sound of wind, came softly.

Wei Wuxian's ears twitched slightly, and he listened to the strange voice with a slightly gloomy expression.

After a while, the strange sound stopped.

Wei WuXian said, “I understand. Please leave.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the air pressure around him rose rapidly, and the two shadows disappeared without a trace as if they were swept away by a light breeze.

Wei WuXian took a step forward and left the narrow alley.

He came to a tea shop on the street and found an empty seat and sat down.

Although the weather outside is still scorching hot, there are still many people drinking tea and cooling off in the teahouse.

Wei Wuxian sat down by the window and ordered a pot of tea.

After taking a sip, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and waited leisurely.

Soon, people in the teahouse began to talk about something.

"Hey, do you feel that something seems to be wrong in our town recently?"

Wei Wuxian slightly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. A young man in coarse linen clothes and with dark skin was speaking over there.

"I didn't feel it." Someone said, "But if there is something wrong, it's the weather. It's still so hot in October. It's really a pain to work!"

The man shook his head and said, "That's not what I'm talking about."

Another person asked curiously: "What are you talking about? Is it haunted?"

The man slammed the table and said, "It's haunted." He looked around, as if observing other people's reactions.

Unexpectedly, the people around him all sighed when they heard him say that, and started to make a noise, "It's so hot in the middle of the day, what the hell is going on?"

The people around him echoed: "Even if there really is a ghost, it would not be willing to come out to work in such a hot day."

The teahouse is not very big, and those who come here are all neighbors. They take a break from their busy schedules to come here to relax and chat.

The conversation at one table could be heard by almost everyone in the teahouse.

But everyone just treated what he said as a story and laughed it off.

The man said, "Don't laugh. Didn't you feel something was wrong at night?"

Someone asked, “What’s wrong?”

"This……"

The man was at a loss for words and stammered, "Something just doesn't feel right."

The people around him said to him, "Could it be that the weather is too hot this year and you got heat stroke while chopping wood and are now hallucinating? Are you having a hysterical episode?"

Someone else echoed, "If you keep talking nonsense like this, be careful or your wife will scold you and not live with you anymore."

The man did not refute: "Don't laugh, I'm telling the truth. Don't you think the temperature at night is much lower than that during the day?"

Another person said: "The temperature difference is too big, which is not good. If nothing else, the fruits and vegetables will definitely be sweet this year."

"..."

These people have had enough of the chattering and laughing, and it's time to take a break.

Someone nearby came over and patted the man on the shoulder and said, "Don't be suspicious all day long. Did you chop the firewood today and then make up a story here?"

After saying the reminder, the man left.

Soon, those who needed to rest in the teahouse started to rest, and those who had rested well left.

The teahouse gradually became quiet.

The man who told the "ghost story" sat there for a while, not knowing what he was thinking about, but soon he picked up the axe on the ground beside him and stood up to leave.

When he was about to approach, Wei WuXian stopped him and said, “Brother, were you making up a story just now?”

The man frowned and looked back at Wei WuXian, looking at him with an unfamiliar face: "Who are you?"

Wei WuXian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a friendly smile and said, "I'm just a passerby. It's too hot so I came in to ask for a glass of water."

The man responded softly, indicating that he understood.

Wei WuXian immediately picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea and pushed it to the seat opposite him: “I am very interested in the story you just told me, could you please tell me in detail?”

The man looked at the cup of tea, then looked at Wei Wuxian, and two seconds later, he sat down.

Wei WuXian asked, “What’s this ghost thing you just mentioned, brother?”

As soon as the man sat down, he saw the sword next to Wei Wuxian and asked, "Are you a cultivator?"

Wei WuXian glanced at his own casualness and nodded: "That's right."

Seeing this, the man said, "If that's the case, it doesn't hurt to tell you. After all, compared to ordinary people like us, cultivators are naturally much braver."

Wei WuXian said, “I’d like to hear the details.”

The man sat down and said seriously, "You can tell from my outfit that I am a woodcutter. I go up the mountain to chop wood every day and then sell it at the market."

"Suddenly, two days ago, I went to the woods with an axe to chop wood as usual. Deep in the forest, I heard someone talking."

"But I looked around and didn't see anyone."

Wei WuXian said, “Since you didn’t see anyone, it’s common for people to hear hallucinations sometimes.”

The man said in a firm tone: "It's definitely not hallucination. That person seemed to have said something to let them take revenge themselves."

"There's something wrong with that."

Wei WuXian asked, “Besides these, have you encountered anything else?”

The man said, "Of course. Since that day, I seem to be able to hear someone talking outside the door every night."

Wei WuXian asked, “What are you talking about?”

The man said, "I didn't hear that clearly. What they said didn't seem to be human language. But I think the reason why I can say it now instead of being scared to death is because I can feel that their target is not me, and they really haven't caused any trouble for me."

"I guess what I encountered and heard these days were just them passing by."

Wei WuXian asked, “So the questions you asked just now were to find out if others heard voices at night like you did?”

The man nodded.