Suddenly, Wei WuXian spoke up, “HanGuang-Jun!” Lan WangJi turned around to look at him. Wei WuXian took in a breath, “I want to do something.”
The eyes of the others were led over by the conversation as well. Wei WuXian, “Will you do it with me?”
Lan WangJi gazed at him. He answered, firm and articulate, “I will.”
Wei WuXian grinned before he took off his black robe.
Under the black robe was a layer of white, already dyed half red. However, it didn’t stop him from picking up his blood-soaked palm and painting a few lines on it.
As the lines grew clearer and clearer, the disbelief in eyes of the people watching him grew heavier as well, as though they were looking at some sort of monster. Fang MengCheng stood up at once, his face full of shock, “What are you doing?”
Wei WuXian didn’t pay him any attention. He continued to paint.
When he stopped, what he wore was no longer a white robe. It was a flag.
A flag able to attract all dark creatures onto one single person—a spirit-attraction flag!
Wei WuXian stood alongside Lan WangJi as he waved at Lan SiZhui and the others. The juniors all surrounded them. Jin Ling wanted to go too, but was pressed back down by Jiang Cheng.
Wei WuXian, “Later, when the second wave of corpses breaks in, I’m going to lead them towards the blood pool, and HanGuang-Jun will be responsible for killing them. Here,” he patted his chest, “is a target. They won’t pay any attention to you all. Don’t engage in battle, just run outside as fast as you can.”
Lan SiZhui’s voice was loud for once, “How could this be?! You cannot do it!”
Sect Leader OuYang had already given up on stopping his son. OuYang ZiZhen, “Senior Wei, we want to kill corpses too! I can kill a hundred more!”
Lan JingYi even began to take off his own clothes, “I am going to draw a flag on myself too!”
Wei WuXian didn’t know whether to laugh or to frown, hurrying to stop him, “That’s enough, stop messing about. One target is enough. HanGuang-Jun is the only one needed to help me kill the corpses. The others can stop giving me more trouble.”
Inside of the Demon-Slaughtering Cave, nobody knew what to make of the situation at hand.
Nobody was oblivious to what the spirit-attracting flag did. However, even if a single person here right now was willing to use their own corporal body to attract the crowd of corpses almost breaking through the barrier in exchange for everyone else’s safety, it shouldn’t be Wei WuXian!
Lan SiZhui and the others seemed as if they wanted to say something else, but Lan WangJi stopped them, “Listen to him.”
Immediately after, he turned to Lan QiRen and bestowed upon him a heavy salute. Lan QiRen opened his eyes but said nothing.
Lan SiZhui, “Mr. Lan! HanGuang-Jun, he… he…”
Lan QiRen’s voice was calm, “It goes without saying.”
Lan SiZhui wanted to continue, “But…!!”
Wei WuXian ordered, “Wen Ning! Clear the way!”
The black lines along Wen Ning’s neck immediately extended, almost climbing over his cheeks. He stopped holding the corpses back. Letting out a long roar from his throat, he carved out a bloody path among the layers and layers of corpses.
And the second wave of corpses, having lost their obstacle, had finally stepped into the Demon-Slaughtering Cave as well.
Wei WuXian shoved Lan SiZhui hard, “Go!”
Chapter 82: Loyalty—Part Four
Translated by K of Exiled Rebels Scanlations
Wei WuXian turned around and dashed in the directly of the blood pool. Lan WangJi followed closely at his side. The red spirit-summoning flag on the white robe was indeed the best target. Not a single corpse took notice of anyone else, completely ignoring all of the living humans that brushed by it, rushing red-eyed toward Wei WuXian alone.
The corpses advanced one after another. The path that Wen Ning cleared up was always quickly filled up by other corpses, and so he’d rush back and clear it again. Over half of the people inside the Demon-Slaughtering Cave hadn’t had the time to leave yet. Some of them were still unable to walk. They watched as Bichen’s sword glare swept across the cave again and again, rows of corpses severed into chunks as the next row pressed on. Cries and wails echoed, almost flying above the ceiling of the Cave.
Soon, the corpses had surrounded Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi, making it difficult for them to approach the blood pool. The mountains of corpses on the sides grew higher and higher, and the circle that surrounded them shrunk as well. The juniors were all burning with worry. They all returned, swords unsheathed.
Lan JingYi saw that someone was waving his sword as he rushed outside, “Could you please help? If you can still pick up your sword, could you please come help?! Just a little bit is enough!”
The person, “Get lost!!!”
Lan SiZhui, “Let it go, JingYi, we are fine on our own!”
Having heard their voices, Wei WuXian shouted, “Wen Ning!!! Throw them out!!!”
Wen Ning, “Yes!”
He grabbed Lan JingYi with one hand and, just as he was about to grab Lan SiZhui with the other, Lan SiZhui spoke to him, “General Ghost, I cannot go, let me stay here!!! Or else I would regret it for my entire life!!!”
The moment they made eye contact with each other, Wen Ning’s body froze. Seeing that he wasn’t going to catch him anymore, Lan SiZhui immediately took up his sword and turned around. Lan JingYi and the others took the chance to get past him as well. Almost being picked up, Jin Ling was dragged outside, brushing shoulder with many corpses. All of these corpses were attracted to the flag on Wei WuXian, staring at that one direction with red eyes and ignoring them.
Jin Ling shouted, “Uncle! I…”
Jiang Cheng’s voice was drenched in ice, “If you dare go back there, don’t call me your uncle anymore.”
Jin Ling stared at him hard. Jiang Cheng threw him onto the ground, shouting, “Stay here!” He himself, on the other hand, took up Sandu and rushed back inside the Demon-Slaughtering Cave.
Jin Ling paused in hesitation before calling after him, “Uncle, wait for me!” Despite the warning, he still followed.
On the other hand, within the Demon-Slaughtering Cave, the area that surrounded Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi had already shrunken to no greater than ten feet in width.
Bichen’s sword glare was still bright and clear, and the fires of the talisman burned incessantly as well. However, there were just too many corpses!
Just as Wei WuXian tossed out a handful of talismans, he sensed that there was danger. Looking to the side, as he expected, a fierce corpse had crawled up a pile of corpses near the two. Mouth hanging open, it threw itself at him. Wei WuXian’s hands were empty. He cursed and searched inside his sleeve, but nothing was there. His heart immediately skipped a beat.
He had used up all of his talismans!
Lan WangJi noticed the danger over there as well. Just as he was about to attack it with his sword, he suddenly heard a scream. The fierce corpse broke into two in midair.
No. It was torn into two. And the creature that tore it apart was right in front of everyone’s eyes!
A bloody corpse stood atop the mountains of corpses as tall as man. In both of its hands, it still clutched the two twitching pieces of the corpse as it gazed down at Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi.