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

considered such if it killed once a month for up to three months
consecutively. This was a criterion Wei Wuxian himself had set, and it was
probably still in use now. Dealing with this type was his specialty, and based
on what he’d seen, killing once every seven days would make this creature a
malicious ghost that caused particularly frequent mischief. However, this
thing had just killed three times in a row, and in a short time span too. Even
accomplished cultivators would have been hard-pressed to come up with a
counter strategy, never mind these novice juniors.
Just as he was thinking this, the firelight flashed. A blast of sinister
wind whipped by, and every lantern and every candle in the entire courtyard,
including the east hall, was extinguished.
Screams erupted the instant the lights went out. The men and women
pushed and shoved, falling and fleeing.
Lan Jingyi shouted, “Stay where you are—don’t run! We’ll arrest
whoever runs!!”
Those were not words spoken without reason—wreaking havoc in the
dark and taking advantage of confusion was the nature of evil spirits. The
more the people screamed and ran amok, the easier it would be to attract
trouble unknowingly. It was extremely dangerous to be left alone or to lose
one’s head at a time like this. And yet it could not be helped that everyone
was scared out of their wits, so how could they possibly pay attention to and
heed any instructions? It didn’t take long before the east hall fell quiet, with
only the sound of light breaths and faint sniffling. Most had probably left.
In the darkness, a firelight suddenly flared. It was Lan Sizhui, who had
lit an illumination talisman.
The flames of the illumination talisman could not be extinguished by
the sinister wind that carried evil, and he used this talisman to relight the
candles anew while the rest of the youths went around to console the others.
Under the light, Wei Wuxian took a nonchalant glance at his wrists. Another
cut had healed.
It was then that he suddenly realized the number of cuts were wrong.
There had been two cuts on his left wrist and two on his right. One cut
healed after Mo Ziyuan’s death, another cut healed after the death of Mo
Ziyuan’s father, and then a third after the death of the servant A-Tong.