Before anyone could speak anything else, JingYi got up from his seat and addressed everyone, ' Okay, so viewers, now we are reaching a point in the story, where you all might think worse about Senior Wei. But I would suggest you all to watch it completely, before you all make any kind of suggestions.'
Though everyone, shared anxious glances, nine more so than Wei WuXian, Yanli smiled and reached for his hands, 'A-Xian, I trust you and your heart. So I know for sure, you would never do something, that hurts your Radish. Right???'
He just nodded mutely, and everyone looked ahead, as the narration which hd paused for few moments to give them rest, started again, with the anxious looks on the young cultivators' faces.
The boys on the side were all young and inexperienced. However, although they all looked nervous, they strictly stuck to their positions and protected the Mo family’s house, fixing talismans onto the walls.
While the Lans felt quiet proud of their future disciples, Jiang Fengmian and Nie Mingjue actually congratulated them for having such brave disciples, who were righteous as well and actually followed their sect to the T.
And it was only the Lan Sect rules, which stopped Lan Qiren from preening at all the praise.Lan JingYi on the other hand was nowhere near as unrestrained and openly preened. QinghengJun literally had to smother his snort as he could clearly see his brother's predicament at having to hold his expressions.
The servant named A-Tong was already carried into the hall. Lan SiZhui felt his pulse with his left hand and supported Madame Mo’s back with his right. He couldn’t save both of them at once, and was in a terrible fix when A-Tong crawled up from the ground.
A-Ding exclaimed, “A-Tong, you’re awake!”
Before her face had the time to light up, A-Tong raised his left hand and clutched his own neck.
Seeing this, Lan SiZhui tapped on a few of his acupoints for three times. Wei WuXian knew that, although they looked gentle, the people from the Lan Clan had arm strength that were the opposite of gentle. With a force like this, it would be hard for anyone to move. However, A- Tong seemed like he didn’t feel anything, and the grip of his left hand tightened, his expressions looking more painful and twisted. Lan JingYi proceeded to grab his left hand, but it was like breaking off a chunk of iron, having no effect at all. After a moment, a crack came from his neck, and A-Tong’s head drooped down. His neck was already broken.There were gasps of horror all around the room. This was horrible. No one knew, what they could say. And to think, that these juniors saw it all with their own eyes. It wasn't any less than an achievement.
'That one seems like, quiet a malicious hand,' Commented Wen Ruohan. And the 4 juniors had to make a conscious effort, not to look at ChiFengJun. But their move did alert QinghengJun as he was the most observant one in the room.
He actually strangled himself in front everyone’s eyes!
Seeing the situation, A-Ding’s voice wavered, “... A ghost! There’s an invisible ghost here. It made A-Tong strangle himself!”
Her tone was sharp and her voice was shrill, making everyone’s blood run cold, and so they believed it effortlessly. Wei WuXian’s judgement happened to be the opposite—it wasn’t a ferocious ghost.
Now, at this point, people looked quiet interested at listening to Wei Ying's POV. especially Jin Guangshan and Wen Ruohan. Wen Chao..... well it would be better to say, that the idiot had his brain in his knees for sure.
He had examined the talismans that the boys chose; all of them were spirit-fending ones, and the East Hall was literally covered with them. If it really was a ferocious ghost, then, as it went into the East Hall, the talismans would have incinerated green flames. Yet, nothing was happening right now.

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