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

Huo Ziming's body was carried to the front of the hospital. He was seriously ill and had no relatives, so he died alone in his own house. Although his end was embarrassing, it was within everyone's expectations.

After all, right now the people in Qixing Town are too busy to take care of themselves, no one knows if they will be the next one to die of illness, and they don't have the heart to pity others.

But now, his body was moved in front of everyone, which meant that things were far from that simple.

Just like Huo Ziming's ashen complexion at the moment.

An Ren, who was examining the corpse, frowned.

"Doctor An, did Huo Ziming really die from poisoning?" Guo Xing was the first person to find the body. As for why he went to see Huo Ziming in the middle of the night, it was because An Ren found out that his little apprentice was missing and asked him to find him together. people.

Guo Xing walked around the town, and finally remembered Huo Ziming, a scoundrel. Anshun had been wronged by this guy during the day, and now he disappeared. I'm afraid this guy can't get away with it.

Hurrying to the thatched cottage, Guo Xing didn't see clearly who was running away in a panic under the moonlight, but saw Huo Ziming lying on the ground with his mouth full of blood, his body twisted in a strange posture, as if he was enduring great pain.

But his eyes were closed, without any regret, but with a tranquility of relief, ending his fear and loneliness waiting for death.

Huo Ziming did not die of illness, Guo Xing failed to catch the murderer, but his intuition drove him to bring Huo Ziming's body to An Ren.

An Ren picked up some dirty blood from Huo Ziming's collar, crushed it between his fingers, and put it under his nose to sniff lightly. There was a familiar smell in it, and it was the medicinal material he used to cure the plague.

With a faint guess in his heart, An Ren nodded towards Guo Xing, confirming that Huo Ziming was poisoned.

Guo Xing understood, and turned to look at Anshun who was standing in the crowd. He didn't mean to doubt, but was just curious about where Anshun went last night, "Anshun, you weren't in the hospital last night, where did you go?"

Anshun didn't expect Guo Xing to question him in full view. He didn't know if Guo Xing had discovered something, or they were used to seeing him like this.

It's just that he has a ghost in his heart, and his words are a bit flickering, "I yesterday..."

Looking at Huo Ziming's body, he really wanted to reveal to the public that he was the murderer.

Just like he had made up his mind before and wanted Huo Ziming's life, since everyone in the town looked down on him, he didn't mind being a real bad guy.

But he didn't expect that he had the black heart of an evil ghost, and he could even do murder, but he was so timid.

Even if Guo Xing only asked where he went last night, he didn't dare to admit it. Isn't he a born villain? Shouldn't he be laughing and demanding his life from these people in front of him?

Ask them, is it possible to kill an innocent woman who is pregnant with Liujia with just one mouth, and he, the son of a sinner, actually donated medicine to them without any suspicion.

He can't be a magnanimous person without hatred, without resentment, and without reason.

Anshun looked into the eyes of everyone present, they were all staring at him, suspicious of him, eager to gouge out some flesh and blood from his humble body that could be despised.

The place where the gauze was wrapped on his arm was a little itchy, which should be the tiny stinging pain from the growth of new flesh, but before Anshun reached out to grab it, a stinging pain came from his throat, which made him cough uncontrollably.

The bloody smell rising from his throat made Anshun withdraw from the constant ups and downs of emotions in his mind. He thought that hatred would burn him to ashes, but at the moment of death, it froze into ice.

He also suffered from the plague, people are about to die, what's the point of love and hate.

"I..." He was about to admit it, but in the crowd, he accidentally saw a pair of clean eyes, gentle and calm, as if encouraging him to boldly admit his crimes, and like a fair and ruthless trial by the gods, let He is willing to fall into the abyss.

Yu Huaiyin noticed that Anshun was looking at him, he kept silent and watched the old case with cold eyes, but he didn't know that his eyes had already betrayed the enthusiasm in his heart.

"The medicinal materials are used up, Anshun, go pick some more."

Just when Anshun was about to confess the murder, Anren, who had been leaning over Huo Ziming's body, stood up, his face was gloomy, as if he was holding back his anger.

Maybe he guessed the truth of all this, because Guo Xing's sudden question was too obvious, and he pointed all the blame at that child in an instant, or maybe he knew what Anshun would say next.

So he stopped him.

"Master?" Anshun looked at the old man who raised him in disbelief, wondering why Anren would excuse him.

The people in the surrounding towns were also stunned, and they all saw the trickiness. It was obvious that Huo Ziming's death had something to do with Anshun, and Anren wanted to protect his apprentice.

"Hey, who knew that Huo Ziming didn't go to the doctor in a hurry and ate something that shouldn't be eaten. Besides, even if he wasn't poisoned, how many days can he live with his crooked appearance?" Seven

A middle-aged man with black eye circles glanced at An Ren's master and apprentice. He didn't know if others were afraid of death, and he didn't want to help a dying person to complain. , wouldn't it be cheap for those stinky women who are looking forward to his illness and death all day long.

Right now, people in the surrounding villages and towns all regard the people in Qixing Town as street rats and locusts in dry fields. If even Dr. An Ren leaves, where will he go to seek medical treatment?

"Yes, yesterday I saw him vomit blood with my own eyes. I thought he couldn't stand the pain and died on his own." Another person echoed.

Guo Xing knew what these people were thinking. They were afraid that because of Huo Ziming's incident, they would offend Anren and lose the last straw, so they offered to help.

So he asked tentatively, "Doctor An?"

Anren ignored Guo Xing's reminder, he looked at Anshun and said calmly, "Go, the patients are still waiting to take the medicine."

Hearing Master's order, Anshun crossed the crowd, walked to the medicine shelf in front of the medical hall, took down a basket made of rattan from the highest floor, and carried it on his shoulder.

He was very familiar with the road from the medical hall to the woods outside Qixing Town. Since he was sensible, he often followed An Ren to identify the medicinal herbs that grew in the weeds or on the cliffs.

Without acknowledging or escaping, Anshun just kept silent, step by step out of everyone's sight.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't look at anyone, just stared at the ground under his feet.

In fact, if someone suddenly stood up and asked if Huo Ziming was killed by him, he would never deny it.

But the group of people behind him gave him the choice of silence. A person of no value died, and his fate and grievances were turned over lightly, so it should be taken for granted.

The road out of the town is not too long, but the winter in Kaiyang country always comes earlier than other places, with dead branches and no leaves, and cold wind like blades.

On that desolate path, a thin figure with a basket on his back was walking forward.

Yu Huaiyin, who was standing in the crowd, saw it, and so did Liang Chu, who was holding a lantern in his memory.

One of them was on the way back, the other was on the way back, separated by time, space and location, they set their eyes on one place.

"Senior, where is Anshun in the town now?"

Liang Ce follows Anshun's soul, traveling through the memories of the past. For some reason, he always feels that this lonely soul in the lantern has a different personality from the Anshun shown in these memories.

"He was collecting herbs, and I followed him to the woods outside Qixing Town." Yu Huaiyin responded from the bottom of his heart, he followed Anshun quietly, seeing that he was really collecting herbs, he couldn't help but sigh the child's cold-bloodedness and concentration .

Some people are born good at doing evil, they will not feel pity for the pain of others, and they will not feel guilty for the wrong things they have done.

They are naturally cold, ruthless and heartless.

"Why are you following me?" Anshun picked off a herb and put it in the basket, then turned to look at the Taoist who had been following him.

His gaze was very cold, making Yu Huaiyin feel a chill.

To be shocked by a child who didn't even have all his teeth, Yu Huaiyin could see the ferocity in his eyes, like a wolf cub that hasn't grown up yet, it doesn't have the ability to bite, but it has a tooth Ambition to kill.

"You are very young and mature." Yu Huaiyin leaned under a tree, looking at the little villain in the story, "Don't pretend to be a stranger, this world is not good, but it is not as good as you imagined Bad, why don't you tell me why you killed Huo Ziming?"

Anshun was taken aback for a moment, obviously Yu Huaiyin's words were too straightforward, instantly smashing all his disguises.

"Are you an immortal from the Upper Immortal Realm?" Anshun looked at Yu Huaiyin's daoist robe with a guilty conscience.

He had heard others mention monks, and he knew that above their heads, there was a group of god-like people who were omnipotent and could see through people's hearts.

Yu Huaiyin could guess his cultivator's identity just by one sentence, and Yu Huaiyin knew that this kid had the necessary potential for a good villain, that is, being smart.

But it's a pity that most of the villains in the story are clever and wronged by cleverness.

In many cases, the protagonist's success is not based on calculating people's hearts, but on the stupidest sincerity.

So, based on his experience of being a villain for so many years, Yu Huaiyin smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm not some kind of fairy."

After a pause, he considered his impression of the protagonist in this world, Liang Book, and added: "I am a bad person, the most heinous person in the world."

Anshun was a little confused by his words, thinking that this Taoist priest is not only ugly, but also has some problems in his mind, how could anyone judge himself like this?

In his opinion, there are only two kinds of people in this world who dare to say that they are heinous, one is a fake villain with resentment, and the other is a real hero who would rather teach me to blame the world than let the world blame me.

But the person in front of him doesn't seem to be one of the two.

Anshun stared at Yu Huaiyin suspiciously, not knowing where this strange man came from and what his purpose was, and asked, "You know that I am a murderer, but you also say that you are a bad person, and you didn't report you in the crowd just now, could it be you I also had a grudge against Huo Ziming, now that I have killed him and avenged you, are you here to thank me?"

Yu Huaiyin didn't try to defend his guess, but just laughed secretly that the kid was a bit out of his mind, and replied: "If I really have a grudge against him, what should you do?"

Hearing what he meant, Anshun thought he had guessed right, and his guard was a little lax, "Then do you think he deserves to die?"