I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

A few obscure spells were uttered from Yi Rong's mouth, and the cyan streamer surrounding Yu Huaiyin spun rapidly and gradually faded away.

When the brilliance dissipated, Yu Huaiyin's original appearance was covered by illusion.

A wretched Taoist wearing a bamboo-colored gown with dark yellow skin, a stooped back, and a pair of narrow triangular eyes under half of his eyebrows appeared in front of the two of them.

Yi Rong took a few steps back, carefully looked at Yu Huaiyin's new image from head to toe, then nodded with satisfaction, and reminded: "It's done."

Yue Shenheng also looked over, and seeing Yi Rong's disgusting face, he couldn't help laughing, thinking that Yi Rong must be taking revenge on the boss for calling him ugly.

But the strange thing is that no matter what Yu Huaiyin looks like, he can still tell from those shining eyes that this person is his little uncle.

It was as if Liang Chu had confirmed that the person standing under the city gate was Yu Huaiyin just by relying on a similar figure.

Those who love are familiar, those who hate are deep-rooted, in fact, what is used to see things is never a pair of dirty eyes, but the heart.

Naturally, Yu Huaiyin didn't care what he looked like now, he just lowered his head and looked at the bamboo-colored Taoist robe on his body. Except that his height had become much shorter, which changed his vision, he didn't feel any discomfort at all.

Then he confessed and bid farewell to the two, "Okay, then you two go to rest first, and I will take care of the good books."

"Respectfully send off the head." Yue Canheng and Yi Rong bowed and saluted, watching Yu Huaiyin disappear into the vast moonlight.

When he was completely gone, Yi Rong looked sideways at Yue Canheng, "You were testing him just now?"

"The scar on the wrist is still there, and the head is good." Yue Canheng recalled that before Yu Huaiyin came to help him, he took advantage of the situation and held the opponent's arm. Although there was a cloth, there were two ring-like scars , is still clearly palpable.

Yi Rong laughed when he heard this, "Oh, didn't you, Yue Canheng, always obey the sect master's orders? Why did he only disappear for a few days, and you became suspicious."

"It's because of too much trust that you have to be more cautious." Yue Canheng replied, remembering Yu Huaiyin's order before leaving, he is now going to find an inn and have a good night's sleep.

He just turned around and walked a few steps, seeing that Yi Rong hadn't followed, he secretly scolded himself for being careless.

When he hurried back, he saw the downcast Taoist spitting out a big mouthful of blood with a bad complexion. Obviously, he had forcibly transformed Yu Huaiyin just now and suffered internal injuries.

It was dark before his eyes, Yi Rong's figure flickered, and he fell into a familiar embrace. He raised his head to look at the person, and suddenly smiled and said, "I don't believe him, but if he speaks, let alone vomit blood, it's fate." I will too."

Yue Canheng couldn't bear to see the sad smile on his lips, and after looking away, he quickly changed the subject, "That's why you reminded him about the good books."

Feeling that the pain in his body had eased a bit, Yi Rong looked down at Yue Shen's hand that was holding him horizontally, a faint blue light appeared on it, and he was consuming spiritual power again to heal his injury.

He wanted to refuse, but he was powerless, so he could only continue the conversation just now, "Otherwise, do you think that the reason why the sect master suffered such a serious injury and came to Qixing Town is to see the scenery?"

After choking him, Yi Rong suddenly realized again. "That's right, if a person like you who doesn't understand style can understand how important he thinks of that person, he wouldn't have killed Liang Chi before."

Yue Canheng kept silent at his taunt, and he just looked at him with somewhat helpless eyes.

It seems to be saying, Yi Rong, what about you, do you understand my feelings for you?

But when the words came to his lips, he changed into another look, "Are you still able to walk? I'll carry you on my back."

Being close to him was something Yi Rong could not have wished for, so he leaned on Yue Canheng's back, and said weakly: "Shenheng, I was seriously injured this time, and antidote alone is not enough, I also need to buy some natural materials and earthly treasures To make up your body, I will give you a discount on the Lingshi we agreed before, and thirty thousand is enough for me."

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep, there's everything in your dreams." Yue Shen replied with a horizontal smile.

Walking to the deserted street, the long and narrow shadows of the two intertwined, reflected in the moonlight as clear as water...

This night is destined to be an uneasy night.

Yu Huaiyin found the book in a dilapidated Temple of the City God.

There was a big hole in the roof of the temple, and the moonlight poured down from the hole, far better than candlelight, covering everything in a hazy brilliance.

The walls were covered with cobwebs, tangled with the yellow curtains hanging from the beams, and the smell of decaying soot was everywhere.

Yu Huaiyin held a life gun and stepped on the ashes deposited on the ground. He felt as if a fire had burned here.

The incense burner on the confession case collapsed, and the god without the incense is just a useless stone.

At first glance, there was no one person hiding in this temple, but it was a pity that there was a snowfall in Qixing Town during the day, and the snowflakes were blown by the wind and settled in this dilapidated place.

If you look carefully, you will find spots of scarlet blood hidden in the thin snow.

One drop, two drops, in a row, lead Yu Huaiyin to the confession covered with a piece of yellow cloth.

With a bang, Minsheng hit the old altar table, and the table shattered, the moment the yellow cloth fell to the ground, a red figure appeared in front of Yu Huaiyin's eyes.

At this time, Liang Ce was curled up, his face was bloodless, judging from his pale lips, he was very cold, as cold as a shrimp trying to bend its body.

Yu Huaiyin walked up to him, and immediately Minsheng's spear was also hanging on Liang Ce's chest.

Without a trace of excitement, he knew that success or failure depended on one move, but he lost the heroic spirit of killing a person in ten steps and never staying behind when he came.

Frowning deeply, Yu Huaiyin thought that if he was still in the spiritual sea at this moment, it would be a joy to have a close contest with Liang Ce, and then cut him under the gun.

But now, he is taking advantage of others' danger to snatch a person's luck from heaven.

Let me ask, has this person in front of you ever done anything to offend him?

Obviously not, even if there was, it would not be the turn of him, a nameless ghost who resurrected his soul from a dead body.

Thinking of him from afar, he was originally a proud man of heaven riding a horse leaning on a leaning bridge and full of red sleeves. He was destined to stand on the top of the fairy gate and a romantic figure with a name resounding in the three realms, but now it is because of him. Selfish desires and fall.

In countless reincarnations, it's not that his hands were not stained with blood, but if the sword was stained with blood, there must be a way to kill him.

He never killed innocent people!

After concluding that Liang Chu was innocent, Yu Huaiyin's originally steadfast murderous intent began to waver.

"Are you soft-hearted, willing to succumb to the mercy of fate, and become a stepping stone for others forever and ever?"

For a moment of hesitation, Yu Huaiyin heard a voice shouting in his ears, he raised his head to look at the stone statue of the City God in the temple.

A pitch-black god with a broken arm and blind eyes was laughing crazily, like his inner demon.

He held Min Sheng's hand and squeezed it hard.

The next moment, a cold light flashed across his face, and the tip of the gun pointed directly at Liang Ce's heart.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, the unconscious young man in red finally moved a bit when he noticed it.

Suddenly, Yu Huaiyin suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his left eye.

In an instant, he seemed to have returned to his previous life. In that dark laboratory, he was injected with the No. 2 test subject of the zombie virus, and crazily slaughtered everyone he saw.

In the corridor full of blood, a little boy holding a dagger was hiding in the corner. Zombie No. 2 pounced on him and scratched him bloody. At the same time, he also scratched the left eye of the zombie with the dagger.

The little boy's blood gushed out and splashed into the eyes of zombie No. 2. The zombie immediately screamed and fled away in a hurry as if it had been burned.

The terrible pain in his memory was magnified infinitely, Yu Huaiyin clutched his left eye tightly, only felt that someone was holding a blunt knife, cutting off his flesh piece by piece.

Suddenly, some pictures he had never seen before flooded into his mind.

It is a past that has been submerged in history. The rebel army invaded the imperial city, and all the old courtiers knelt down in the old court hall.

In the meantime, the upright historian smiled contemptuously, turned towards the city gate where the young emperor's body was hanging, and kowtowed repeatedly until his blood ran out and he died on the ground.

Another night when it was raining heavily, after a scuffle, the corpses of bandits and officers and soldiers were intertwined in one place. The seriously injured captor carried the little yamen servant who had died for a long time on his back, and walked down the mountain with difficulty.

Or in front of an old residential building, a young man who was driving slowly and looking for someone, actually saw the person he was looking for, jumped and fell on his windshield, staring at him. Those bright red eyes filled with astonishment...

These people appeared again and again in the world without him, but Yu Huaiyin had no memory of them at all.

But gradually, the faces of these people turned into the red-clothed young man in front of them. It was a good book. Who was he?Why every life, after his death, this person will appear.

The unsolvable questions echoed in his consciousness over and over again, Yu Huaiyin felt his headache was splitting, and his mind was in turmoil, the pistol was also thrown out of his hand and fell to the ground.

In the haze, Yu Huaiyin seemed to have returned to that cage-like room.

There was still the wordless book on the table, and he rushed forward, searching desperately for the answer.

If everyone betrays their relatives, they will die badly!

Suddenly, these eight characters appeared in front of his eyes like a hallucination.

He knew that it was the way of heaven that was punishing him, punishing him for his crimes, yet he still wanted to go against the sky!

"Don't obliterate me, stop, I won't kill Liang Chu, I won't kill him!" Yu Huaiyin yelled, it's not like he hasn't experienced such a thing before.

That was in the first few lives, because he wanted to get rid of the system, he took the act of killing the protagonist, and as a result, that world would appear repeatedly, letting him die at the hands of the protagonist again and again, until he was willing to give up until resistance.

"I won't kill him anymore..." Yu Huaiyin was still unconsciously repeating this sentence as he collapsed on the ground exhausted.

Slowly, Xu Shi System knew that he really wouldn't do anything again, the pain in his left eye, and those messy pictures all disappeared.

The light of the dawn, piercing through the thick clouds, shot to the earth like sharp arrows.

Everything returned to calm. Looking down from the hole in the roof, I saw two figures, one green and one red, facing each other and passed out.

In the sunshine, the breeze brushed their sleeves.

Its daybreak.