Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation Mo Dao Zu Shi Vol 1 By Mo Xiang Tong Xiu-pdfread.net

see how they planned on handling the situation. As he looked on, he suddenly
felt something amiss.
Why did those black flags being flown on the rooftops and wall eaves
look so familiar?
The flag was called a spirit-attraction flag. If it was stuck on a living
person, then it would attract every dark spirit, every vengeful ghost, every
fierce corpse, and all such manner of evil to attack said person. Since wearing
a flag was akin to becoming a live target, the flag was also called a target
flag. It could also be stuck on buildings, but said building had to have living
persons within, and the range of the target would increase to include all
people within the building. Since yin energy swirled around the area where
these flags were planted like a black whirlwind, they were also known as
black wind flags. Those youths were setting up the flag formation and had
told others not to go near, so they had to intend to lure the walking corpses
here to capture them all at once.
As for why the flags looked familiar…how could they not? The creator
of the spirit-attraction flag was this very Yiling Patriarch!
It appeared that, despite how the cultivation world had demanded Wei
Wuxian’s demise, they nevertheless had no qualms about making use of his
inventions.
One of the disciples on the rooftops noticed him watching and chided
him. “Go back, this is not a place you should be.”
Though he was being ordered to shoo, it was done with good
intentions, and the tone of voice employed was also greatly different from
that of those Mo servants. While the youth was off his guard, Wei Wuxian
hopped up and plucked a flag.
Greatly alarmed, that disciple jumped down the wall to chase after him.
“Don’t touch that, it’s not for you!”
Wei Wuxian hollered as he ran, looking completely like a lunatic; his
hair flying loose and disheveled, arms waving and legs skipping. “Finders
keepers! I want this! Mine!”
That disciple quickly caught up with him and grabbed his arm. “Give it
back! Or else I’ll hit you!”