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

The tea rolled down into the porcelain bowl, spun in a circle, and finally merged into calmness.

After Dabao poured the tea, seeing that no one was calling for him, he started chatting with Yu Huaiyin.

"My sister is going to get married in a few days. The rent in the city is expensive, and the curfew is early. The business is not as prosperous as outside the city."

As Dabao said, there was a smile from the heart on his already friendly face at the moment, which made people feel joy when they saw it.

Especially those bright eyes were filled with happiness, if he hadn't said that his younger sister was going to get married, Yu Huaiyin would even think that he was going to marry Mei Jiao Niang.

These are the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of ordinary people, completely different from the ups and downs that Liang Ce has to experience in his life.

Yu Huaiyin likes this kind of fireworks, so working so hard to live, it seems that there is an extra piece of meat for dinner, and counting the only copper coins in his pocket is something to be happy for a long time.

So the corners of his mouth also curled up, "Then let me congratulate my little brother first, and wish your sister a happy marriage."

"Accept your auspicious words." Dabao scratched his head and smiled, and heard the tea guest calling him again, he said to Yu Huaiyin embarrassedly: "Guest officer, excuse me first."

After finishing speaking, he turned to greet the visitors.

Looking at Dabao's figure busily moving between several tea tables, Yu Huaiyin couldn't see the tea customers, but he could feel that the business that Dabao said was booming.

Sitting at the tea stall for a while, just when he was planning to cook a salted fish quietly, waiting for Liang Chu to successfully break through.

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from the bottom of my heart, "Senior, something happened in the hospital!"

Yu Huaiyin paused as he handed the tea to his lips, "What's the matter?"

"The man who went to the hospital to make trouble during the day died. The murderer was Anshun. I saw him bring a bowl of medicine to Huo Ziming, and poisoned it."

Liang Ce told Yu Huaiyin all the scenes he saw.

Then, he withdrew his hand on Huo Ziming's neck, making sure that this person was hopeless, and looked down at the pool of black blood on the ground, recalling what happened just now.

Half an hour ago.

He followed Anshun to the fourth floor, and saw that the layout of the attic on this floor was no different from the three floors below.

But when the good book walked to the center of the attic, everything in front of it changed its appearance, it was constantly separated and broken, and finally pieced together into a simple thatched hut.

He didn't know where the scene in front of him came from, but he heard Anshun beside him say, "Don't be afraid, this is the memory of my life. There are countless ghosts in Qixing Town, and they are all trapped in this place with a radius of thirty miles. Slowly become the nourishment of this underground killing formation, and turn into nothingness."

"Killing array?" Liang Chi knew that there were strange things in Qixing Town, but he didn't expect that the person who told him the answer would be a mortal drug boy like Anshun.

Seeing the change in Liang Ce's expression, Anshun probably also guessed the doubt in his heart, and continued: "Seventy years ago, my master and the people in the town all died in that plague. They also went to Huangquan to reincarnate, but accidentally discovered the unusualness of Qixing Town, that is, people who died here could not be reincarnated at all. As the plague continued to spread, more and more people died of illness in the town. The soul wanders outside all day, and is seen by occasional passers-by, and the name of the ghost town spreads, and after a long time, even the government has determined that Qixing Town is an ominous place, and it has been put aside from then on.”

"So this place has become a dead city?"

Following Anshun's footsteps, Liang Ce gradually approached the thatched cottage, and listened to his explanation of how Qixing Town became what it is now.

Anshun nodded, lost in his memories, "Yin souls can't stay in the world forever, but the formations here forcibly restrain the souls, and gradually the ghosts in the town no longer remember what happened before their lives, and they also forgot their surnames and first names. Disappearing in a corner where no one can see."

The two walked to the door of the thatched cottage, Liang Chu saw that Anshun seemed to want to enter the house, he was about to knock on the door, but saw Anshun's soul entering through the wall.

He hurriedly followed with the lamp, and then, in the dim room, he saw a thin figure lying on the bed, coughing non-stop.

Anshun was floating beside the bed like a lonely soul, he didn't speak, his eyes were full of confusion.

"What about the Yin Yang Pagoda and the lantern in my hand?" Liang Chu continued the previous topic.

Anshun was expressionless, and turned his head to the door, "Master and I were also prepared to lose our souls. But one day, a man with a lantern came to us. On the lantern of that man was a very beautiful orchid flower. , he told us about the killing array buried underground in Qixing Town. Before leaving, he gave Master and I each a lantern, saying that as long as we write our names on the lantern veil, this lantern can help We preserve the memories of life."

In front of the bed, Liang Ce stood with Anshun like this. He didn't know why Anshun brought him here, but he vaguely noticed that he seemed to be waiting for something.

Half an hour later, the door of the thatched cottage was pushed open, Liang Chu looked at the person who was actually Anshun holding a food box in his hand.

He was a little surprised at first, but soon remembered what Anshun said before, this is his memory during his lifetime.

"What are you doing here?" Huo Ziming on the bed stared at the moonlight for a long time before realizing that the person who visited in the middle of the night was a little medicine boy from the hospital.

Huo Ziming knew that he was not a kind person, and he did a lot of cheating, stealing and flirting in his daily life.

Now God has opened his eyes, let him get into this incurable plague, and he will die as soon as he dies, there is no pity.

Moreover, after taking the medicine prescribed by An Ren, he went to the hospital to make a big fuss after he found that he didn't get better, and scratched this annoying little boy.

I originally thought that no one would find out if he died of illness in this thatched hut, but when he was dying, the last person to care about him would be this bastard he despised.

For a moment, Huo Ziming only felt a pang of pain in his heart, and turned his head away, not daring to look at the thin and frail child.

"I'm here to deliver medicine to you. After drinking this bowl of medicine for your illness, you won't suffer any more." Anshun picked up the medicine bowl, his tone was as usual, but his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Huo Ziming had always heard that the teacher and apprentice surnamed An were kind-hearted, but he did not expect that there would be such an extremely stupid person in the world who would dare to help others despite others' messing around.

How kind-hearted it is!

It's a pity that Huo Ziming is not a fool, so he would not believe those useless comforting words. He knew that there was no way out, so he planned to drive the child away.

But looking back, when he saw the gauze wrapped around Anshun's arm, he couldn't help being a little upset.

He snatched the medicine from Anshun's hand and drank it all before he could utter those vicious words that reached the tip of his tongue, "I'm done drinking, let's go."

After drinking the whole bowl of medicine in one breath, Huo Ziming inexplicably felt a lot more refreshed in his heart, and only then did he taste the medicine dregs left between his lips and teeth, which was so bitter that he wanted to cry.

"Then... I'm leaving." Anshun didn't expect that he would drink so happily.

He stared at Huo Ziming who hadn't had an attack yet, his beating heart was full of indescribable emotions, worry, guilt, fear, fear, and even a hint of wicked joy...

There were mixed feelings in my heart, but after seeing the medicine bowl that had bottomed out, I woke up instantly like a lightning strike.

The moment he realized what he had done, there was only one thought left in his mind, to escape, the farther the better!

Seeing Anshun leave in dismay, Liang Chi looked at the little boy beside him, and found that the confusion in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only a dead silence, as if the memory of the past had already been in his mind, reappearing thousands of times , became dull.

There was a violent coughing sound, and Liang Chi saw Huo Ziming who had drunk the medicine, his face was extremely ugly, and he was lying on the couch, vomiting non-stop.

It's a pity that he was anorexic due to illness, and he couldn't spit out anything to eat, only a mouthful of dirty blood, which seemed to be poisoned.

Seeing this situation, Liang Chi frowned. Unexpectedly, Anshun's heart was so vicious at such a young age that he held a grudge for Huo Ziming's deeds during the day and waited for an opportunity to take revenge.

But after thinking about it, if people don't kill the world for themselves, if Anshun repays grievances with virtue, how can he repay virtue?

He sneered, and no longer sympathized with Huo Ziming who had been silent.

Anshun looked at the direction where he fled back then, stared for a long time, and said: "Never forget your mind, your soul will never die, and the lamp will never go out. That person said that if we can always remember our name and past, we can go to the Yinyang Tower with the lamp and look for it." Go to your own way and leave here.”

When Liang Chi heard the key point, he turned to Anshun, "What is your own way?"

Anshun listened to his question, and slowly turned his gaze away, and his gaze shifted to the lantern in Liang Chuan's hand.

"That person once told me and Master that the Ancient Yin-Yang Pagoda in the town was built by a cultivator from the Upper Immortal Realm who was trapped in a killing formation and fell. Suppressing the ferocity of the killing array is a way of self-help, but it is also the result of self-binding, because if you want to get out of this tower, you must let go of your obsessions and break free from the shackles of heaven and earth in order to find the way to the other side. Dao, re-enter reincarnation."

Telling the secret of Qixing Town, Anshun looked at the white paper lantern swaying in the wind, very much like the banners full of souls in the city when he went there.

Liang Chu understands the pros and cons of it, Xin Dao's method of breaking the formation, one side is persistent, and the other side is seeing through, it is fundamentally a contradictory theory of drawing the ground as a prison.

But there are no absolutes, everything in the world is born and restrained, and nothing is perfect.

When a relative relationship reaches a certain stable state, the two seem to be in perfect balance, but in fact, only one external force is needed to knock this solid connection, and it will collapse in one blow.

After figuring this out, Liang Ce looked at Anshun again, and he couldn't see him as an ordinary child anymore.

I just feel that his mind is heavy, but when he thinks that Anshun has been trapped in this formation for decades, even if his body remains the same as when he died, it is only natural that his mind will mature day by day.

What's more, a soul who harbored murderous thoughts when he was young, and has extremely strong thoughts after death, is by no means an ordinary person.

In this way, Liang Chi didn't intend to make a detour with him, "The authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear. So for a hundred years, the ghosts in Qixing Town came to the tower every night, and it was a waste of time, and you chose to hand over the lantern to me. Let me help you solve this riddle."

Hearing what he said, Anshun looked straight at him, and said very seriously: "The ghosts trapped in Qixing Town have no right to choose anyone. I give you the lantern because you have the same path in your heart. , so you can see my story."

The way in your heart?Liang Chu was trying to figure out the meaning of this sentence.

But seeing that Anshun didn't seem to intend to talk to him anymore, he chased after him in the direction he left back then, and said: "Go on, the road to the fifth floor is still long..."

Anshun's speed was so fast that Liang Ce had to keep up.

After only a few steps, he stopped, pretended to be anxious, and thoughtfully sent a sound transmission to Yu Huaiyin, telling him what happened just now.

After hearing Yu Huaiyin's response, he continued on his way.

"I'm no longer in the tower, don't worry, I'll go back to the medical hall to check the situation now."

At the tea stall, Yu Huaiyin heard about Anshun's murder, and knew that it must be related to breaking the formation, so she lost the mood of drinking tea due to worry, turned around and walked towards the city.

However, just as he was leaving, two swordsmen rushed out from the wilderness path.

The two people saw a tea stall not far from the city gate, looked at each other, and suddenly thought about it.

After signaling to each other, they walked towards the tea stand.

Seeing the two of them seated, Dabao hurriedly greeted them, "What do you two guests want?"

The two looked around without speaking, only the knife in their hands flashed coldly, mixed with blood.