He originally wanted to wash his face and pay homage to the body owner's remains, but there was no water in the house, not even anything to drink or wash with.

The only basin-shaped object, Wei Wuxian guessed, was probably for courtesy use, not for washing.

When I pushed the door open, it was bolted from the outside, probably to prevent him from running around.

Nothing made him feel the joy of rebirth!

He simply meditated for a while to get used to his new home. He sat there all day long. When he opened his eyes, sunlight leaked into the house through the cracks in the door and windows. Although he was able to get up and walk, he was still dizzy and did not get better. Wei Wu

Xian felt strange in his heart: "Mo Xuanyu's cultivation level is so low that his spiritual power can be ignored. There is no reason why I can't control this physical body. Why is it so difficult to use?"

It wasn't until there was a strange sound in his belly that he realized that it had nothing to do with his spiritual power. It was just that his body that was not living without food was hungry. If he didn't go looking for food, he might become the first person in history.

A fierce ghost and evil god who starved to death as soon as he was invited to have sex with someone.

Wei Wuxian raised his feet and was about to kick the door open when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps approaching. Someone kicked the door and said impatiently: "It's time to eat!"

Even though he was shouting, the door did not open. Wei Wuxian looked down and saw that a smaller door opened below the door, and he could just see a small bowl being placed heavily in front of the door.

The servant outside said again: "Hurry up! What are you waiting for? Take out the bowl after you finish eating!"

The small door is smaller than a dog's hole, and cannot allow people to go in and out, but it can bring bowls in. Two dishes and one rice, the appearance is very poor. Wei Wuxian stirred the two chopsticks inserted in the rice, feeling a little sad:

As soon as the ancestor of Yiling returned to the world, he was kicked and scolded. The first meal that was given to him was this kind of leftovers. What about the bloodshed? What about leaving no chickens and dogs? What about the whole family being exterminated?

Who would believe it if you go out? It’s true that a tiger falls down and is bullied by dogs, a dragon swims in shallow water and is teased by shrimps, and a plucked phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken.

At this time, the servant outside the door spoke again, but this time he was smiling as if he was a different person: "A Ding! Come here."

Another delicate and crisp female voice responded from a distance: "Ah Tong, are you here to deliver food to that person inside again?"

Ah Tong spat: "Otherwise, what would I do in this unlucky yard!"

A Ding's voice was much closer, and he came to the door: "You only bring him food once a day, and no one will tell you if you are lazy from time to time. It's unlucky for you to be so free. Look at me, I have so much work to do that I can't even go out to play."

No way either."

A Tong complained: "I don't just bring him food! How dare you go out to play these days? There are so many walking corpses, who doesn't keep the door tightly closed?"

Wei Wuxian squatted against the door, holding a bowl and holding two chopsticks of different lengths, eating and listening.

It seems that Mojiazhuang has not been peaceful recently. Zombies, as the name suggests, are walking dead people. They are a relatively low-level and very common type of zombie. Generally, their eyes are dull, they walk slowly, and their lethality is not strong.

But it is enough to frighten ordinary people. The rancid smell alone is enough to make someone vomit.

However, to Wei Wuxian, they are the easiest and most obedient puppets to control, and upon hearing them, they are somewhat kind.

A Tong seemed to be winking: "If you want to go out, you have to take me with you. I will protect you..." A Ding said: "You? Protect me? Bragging, can you still fight off those things?" A Tong said

He said angrily: "I can't fight back, and others can't fight back either." A Ding smiled and said: "How do you know that others can't fight back? Let me tell you, an envoy from the Immortal Sect has come to our Mojiazhuang today. I

I heard that they are a very prominent family! My wife is greeting you in the hall, and people in the town are gathered around to watch. Listen, is it very noisy? I don’t have time to make trouble with you, maybe I will have to give orders later.

Me."

Wei Wuxian listened intently, and sure enough, there was a faint noise of people coming from the east. After thinking for a moment, he stood up and kicked the door, causing the door latch to crack.

The two servants were looking back and forth, chatting and laughing, and were frightened by the door that suddenly opened on both sides. Wei Wuxian threw away the bowl and chopsticks and walked out. The sun was so harsh that he couldn't open his eyes for a while.

There is also a slight tingling sensation on the skin. I put my hands on my eyebrows and closed my eyes for a moment.

A Tong's scream just now was louder than A Ding's. When he took a closer look, he saw that it was the madman who could be bullied by everyone. He became bolder again and consciously wanted to save the face he had just lost. He jumped over and waved his hands like scolding a dog and scolded:

"Go, go! Go back! What are you doing out here!"

Even if he was treating beggars or flies, it wouldn't be uglier. Most of these servants had treated Mo Xuanyu like this in the past, and he never resisted, which was why they were so unscrupulous. Wei Wuxian gently kicked him.

A Tong kicked somersault and said with a smile: "Who do you think you are offending?"

After kicking, he followed the noise and walked to the east. There were many people inside and outside the east hall of the east courtyard. As soon as Wei Wuxian stepped into the courtyard, a woman's voice, who was taller than the others, came out: "

...There is a junior in our family who also had a connection with an immortal..."

Mrs. Mo must be trying to find ways to connect with the Immortal Cultivation Family again. Wei Wuxian didn’t wait for her to finish, and hurriedly squeezed through the crowd and entered the hall, waving enthusiastically: “Come, come, here, here!”

Sitting in the hall was a middle-aged woman who was well-kept and elegantly dressed. It was Mrs. Mo, and the person sitting below her was her husband. Opposite her were several young men in white with swords on their backs. Suddenly among the crowd

A strange man with disheveled hair appeared, and all the sounds stopped suddenly. Wei Wuxian seemed to be completely unaware of the stagnant scene, and said with a stern look on his face: "Who called me just now? The one who has the destiny to be immortal, that's me!"

"

There was too much powder on it, and it cracked when he smiled and fell down. A young man in white almost laughed out loud. The young man who seemed to be the leader looked at him with disapproval, and he immediately became serious.

Wei Wuxian followed the sound and glanced around, slightly surprised. He thought it was an ignorant servant who was exaggerating, but who knew that the person who came was actually a descendant of the "prominent family"?

These young men have light sleeves, light belts, and an air of immortality. They are very beautiful. One look at their school uniforms shows that they are from the Lan family in Gusu. Moreover, they are descendants of the Lan family, because their foreheads are

They all wear a finger-wide curling cloud pattern in white on their foreheads.

The family motto of the Lan family in Gusu is "Elegance and Uprightness", and this forehead bandage means "disciplining oneself". The curling cloud pattern is the Lan family's family motto. Monks with foreign surnames such as guest ministers or disciples who are attached to the big family wear the forehead bandage.

There is no family crest. Wei Wuxian got a toothache when he saw people from the Lan family. In his previous life, he often criticized his school uniform as "wearing hemp and wearing mourning", so he would never admit his mistake.

Mrs. Mo had not seen this nephew for a long time, and it took her a while to recover from her shock. She recognized this man with heavy make-up. She was troubled, but did not want to get angry immediately. She lowered her voice and said to her husband: "Whoever let him out, put him there."

Get him back!"

Her husband hurriedly responded with a smile, and stood up with a look of misfortune on his face to grab her, but Wei Wuxian suddenly lay down on the ground, his limbs firmly stuck to the ground. He couldn't even push or drag him, so he called a few servants to come in and drag him away.

It didn't help. If it weren't for the outsiders, he would have kicked him. Mrs. Mo's face became more and more ugly, and he was sweating profusely. He cursed: "You damn lunatic! If you don't go back, let's see how I deal with you."

!”

Although everyone in the Mojiazhuang knew that there was a young master in the Mo family who was suffering from madness, Mo Xuanyu had been hiding in his dark room for several years, not daring to see anyone. When he saw his make-up and behavior, he looked like a monster, and immediately started stealing

He whispered, fearing that there would be no good show.

Wei Wuxian said, "It's fine if you want me to go back." He pointed directly at Mo Ziyuan: "You tell him to return what he stole from me first."

Mo Ziyuan never expected that this lunatic would have such courage. He was taught a lesson by him yesterday, but he still dared to stab him here today. He said with a pale face: "You are talking nonsense! When did I steal your things? I still have the guts to do it."

Is it necessary to steal your things?"

Wei Wuxian said, “Yes, yes, yes! You didn’t steal, you robbed!”

Now Mrs. Mo saw it. Mo Xuanyu came clearly prepared and clear-headed. He deliberately wanted them to throw this person away. She couldn't help but feel shocked and hateful: "You came here deliberately to cause trouble, didn't you?"

?!"

Wei Wuxian said blankly: "He stole my things and I came to get them back. Is this called making trouble?"

Before Mrs. Mo could answer, Mo Ziyuan became anxious and flew up to kick. A young man in white with a sword on his back moved his fingers slightly. Mo Ziyuan was unsteady on his feet, and his foot scraped against him. He kicked and fell down.

Wei Wuxian rolled around, as if he had really kicked him over, and even tore open his clothes. Right on his chest was the footprint that Mo Ziyuan had kicked out yesterday.

The townspeople of Mojiazhuang watched the show with great interest and were very excited: There is no way that Mo Xuanyu kicked these footprints by himself. After all, he is also a bloodline of the Mo family. This family is too cruel. When he first came back,

It's clear that he's not that crazy yet, he's probably driven crazier and crazier. In any case, it's okay to watch if there's excitement. You can't beat them anyway. This excitement is really better than the envoys from the Immortal Sect!

With so many pairs of eyes staring at them, unable to fight or drive them away, Mrs. Mo had a bad breath stuck in her throat, so she had to forcefully smooth things over and said calmly: "What's stealing, what's robbing? It's such an ugly thing to say, my family and my family are just...

I'm just borrowing it for a look. A-Yuan is your brother, what's wrong with taking a few things from you? As a brother, how can he be so stingy? If he loses his childish temper over trivial matters and makes a joke, it's not like he won't return it to you."

The young men in white looked at each other, and one young man who was drinking tea almost choked. The children who grew up in the Gusu Lan family are all exposed to the snow, moon, wind and flowers. They have probably never seen such a farce, let alone heard of it.

Waiting for Gao Jian, I am afraid that today they have learned a lot. Wei Wuxian laughed wildly in his heart, stretched out his hand and said, "Then you can return it."

Of course Mo Ziyuan hadn't come out yet. He had thrown away the things he had thrown away and dismantled the things he had already dismantled. Even if he could, he would not be willing to return them. He shouted with a livid face: "Auntie!" He glared at her and said, "Just let him do this."

Insult me?

Mrs. Mo glared at him, asking him not to make the situation more ugly. Who knows, Wei Wuxian added: "Speaking of which, not only should he not steal my things, but he should not steal them in the middle of the night. Who doesn't know

, This young master likes men, he doesn’t know how to be shy, I also know that there are plums in the melon field.”

Mrs. Mo took a breath of air and said loudly: "What are you talking about in front of the folks! It's so shameless, A Yuan is your cousin!"

When it comes to acting wild, Wei Wuxian is an expert. In the past, he had to respect his dignity and not let people say he had no tutor. But now, he is a lunatic anyway, so what kind of shame does he need? He can just act recklessly. How can he be happy

How come? He held his neck and said confidently: "He knows that he is my cousin and still doesn't avoid suspicion. Who is more shameless? Just don't let it go, but don't ruin my innocence! I still need to find a good one."

Men’s!!!”

Mo Ziyuan yelled, picked up the chair and smashed it. When Wei Wuxian saw that he had finally exploded, he got up and hid. The chair hit the ground and fell apart, surrounded by people on the third and third floors in the east hall.

Everyone was originally gloating about the Mo family's misfortune, but now they were so humiliated by the Mo family. They all turned into birds and beasts when they were smashed, for fear of accidentally losing their fortune. Wei Wuxian hid towards the young men from the Lan family who were almost dumbfounded, and started shouting.

Said: "Have you seen it? Have you seen it? Those who steal things also beat others, it is so unconscionable!"

Mo Ziyuan was about to chase him and beat him, but the young man in the lead stopped him and said, "This... Young Master has something to say."

Seeing that the young man wanted to protect this madman, Mrs. Mo felt wary. She forced a smile and said: "This is my sister's son. There is something wrong here. Everyone in Mojiazhuang knows that he is a madman and often says strange things. He can't

Seriously. There are tens of thousands of immortal masters..." Before he finished speaking, Wei Wuxian poked his head out from behind the young man: "Who said my words can't be taken seriously? Whoever steals my things from now on will try it. If he steals it once, I'll kill him.

One hand!"

Mo Ziyuan was originally held down by his father, but he was about to have another attack. Wei Wuxian jumped out like a swimming fish. The young man blocked the door, changed the subject, and talked about business with a serious face:

"Well...then I will use the west courtyard of your mansion tonight. Please remember what I said before. After evening, close the door tightly and don't go out and walk around again, let alone go near that courtyard."

Mrs. Mo was so angry that she couldn't push him away even if she was blocked by him. She could only say: "Yes, yes, thank you, thank you..."

Mo Ziyuan said in disbelief: "Mom! That lunatic slandered me like this in front of others, so let's forget it?! You said it, you said he was just..."
To be continued...