Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Back at Uncle's house, Jinchen and Sang Ning went to talk to them about their plans.

Abel and the child's parents agreed.

"Master Jin, you saved our lives, so of course I believe you!"

"Yes, hero, I believe that your force can protect Nello." Ayun placed the child next to the bed, trusting him very much.

"I won't let anything happen to the child."

Jinchen looked at the cute baby in the swaddle with a smile, and touched his cheek with his fingertips.

【0731, puppet body copy. 】

[The puppet body has been copied successfully and has been distributed to the system space. 】

"Then what do we need to do?" Ayun's husband asked. He was the one who was seriously injured that day and was rescued from hell by Sang Ning.

"Throw a banquet for your child. It doesn't matter who comes. The main thing is to spread the news that he is a blessed son who was born on a good day and auspicious days."

Jinchen looked out the window and kept talking, "That's all, leave the rest to me."

"Eh, good."

Sanning raised his hand, "How can I help?"

"Sachet."

Jinchen looked at him, "Brother Sang prepared a special sachet to keep the fragrance long-lasting and trace it back."

"This is simple and can be made tomorrow!"

Sang Ning patted the cloth bag and smiled until his eyes rounded.

creak-

The door was pushed open, and Mu Huaizhi entered with his sword in his hand and glanced at the two brothers.

Jinchen silently took back his hand on Sang Ning's shoulder.

"Then the matter is settled. Don't worry, Uncle, nothing will happen to you."

"We will search the town in the afternoon and spread the word about the banquet."

After leaving the room, he grabbed Mu Huaizhi's wrist and walked towards the yard, stopping only at the corner.

"Mu Huaizhi, you are angry."

Mu Huaizhi avoided his eyes and said, "No, it has nothing to do with you."

"You have it, I'm not blind."

Jinchen snorted and showed him what he had in his hand.

"look."

Looking down, he held a very sloppy kit that was stained with mud in his knuckled hand.

"what?"

"That day in the woods, before the man in black swallowed the medicine and committed suicide, he thrust it into my hand."

Jinchen opened it, and inside was a jade Buddha stained with blood.

The strange thing is that the Jade Buddha has an angry look on his face, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the lotus seat filled with human heads, looking very ghostly.

"I suspect Disha Palace because of this."

Jinchen wrapped it up and asked Mu Huaizhi to smell the smell on the brocade bag.

"This kind of fragrance is very strange. Even if Sang Ning smells it, he can't distinguish the ingredients. But what is certain is that as long as it touches the brocade bag, it will remain on the body and will not dissipate for a long time."

"So, the real bait...is you?"

Mu Huaizhi understood what he meant and his eyes showed surprise.

"They are very smart, Mu Huaizhi, you are right, but so are the children. I think they will not let it go after they failed in the woods that time."

"But the children in the room will be fine."

Jinchen didn't directly talk about the puppet, but just hinted to Mu Huaizhi that he would not use real children as infants.

"Why didn't you tell me when you were in the governor's house?"

"I don't trust them. If there is a traitor or something among them, then I will not fail."

Jin Chen curled his lips, put away the kit, put his hands behind his back and raised his head to look at Mu Huaizhi.

"Don't be angry anymore, apologize to me, hurry up."

Mu Huaizhi: "..."

He pursed his lips and wondered why this person suddenly understood him so well.

"Feel sorry."

The sound was soft but enough to be heard clearly.

"Okay, I forgive you."

Jinchen touched the top of Mu Huaizhi's hair again, and the angle, which was slightly higher than his, was just right.

"Mu Huaizhi, I find that we are quite suitable to be friends."

"friend?"

Mu Huaizhi glanced at Jinchen, and a smile appeared on his lips, "Have you forgotten your identity?"

"So what, I never care what the world thinks, but you, as a decent gentleman, don't dare to be friends with a devil like me."

Jinchen pinched his cheek and said, "The right way for you is to have many rules."

Mu Huaizhi clapped his hands away, feeling that Jinchen had become more and more unreasonable recently.

"Nonsense, it's clear that your demon sect is acting too wantonly."

"Isn't it bad to be wanton?" Jinchen asked him, tilting his head and trying to squeeze it, "Let me ask you, how many years does a person have in his life?"

However, he had no intention of wanting Mu Huaizhi to answer, and said to himself: "It's probably less than a hundred years. No matter how high the martial arts is, it's only more than a hundred years."

"In just a hundred years, why should we restrain ourselves in a cage called dead rules and live happily and wantonly?"

This is the first time Mu Huaizhi has heard such a truth since he was a child.

Ever since he joined the Heavenly Sword Alliance, he has been strictly required to be polite and measured in everything, even stipulating the daily morning and dusk hours and the time for sword practice.

I did find it boring when I was young, but over time I gradually got used to it, and even started to require new disciples to do the same.

The young man in front of him had a smile on his lips, and his eyes revealed an unruly and frivolous look.

"Absurd reason."

Mu Huaizhi avoided looking at him and retorted in a low voice, but he didn't have enough confidence.

[The villain's heartbeat value is detected as 5, totaling 5!not easy! 】

"Admit it, Mu Huaizhi, you just think what I said makes sense."

Jinchen hummed, holding his hand and walking out the door, "I don't want to be friends with you now. Let's wait until you don't want to kill me."

The two of them went out at the same time and started exploring the town from the street entrance.

They walked through many streets with closed doors and passed families with white mourning hangings or families who were obviously looking for their children. They would go in and ask about the situation.

After doing this, they really found some rules.

All families who have lost their children are aboriginal people born and raised in Yunshu Town.

When asked if the child had done anything unusual before the accident, they all said no. But when asked more carefully, they said the only thing they had done was praying for the child this year in a temple on the mountain not far from the town. beat money

Winning money, a special ancient coin, worn by children can ward off evil spirits and ensure good luck.

Jinchen asked for one from them, and when he returned to Abo's house, Fang Xun and the two of them were waiting there, presumably agreeing to this method.

"You are here right now, take a look at this winning money."

Jin Chen threw it to Fang Xun with a solemn expression, "This is not an ordinary winning money, but ordinary people can't tell it apart."

Looking closely at the coins in his palm, Fang Xun rubbed the engraved area with his fingertips, and his eyes suddenly showed surprise.

"The art of hating victory is also known as the art of nightmare town. It uses alchemy to subjugate its ghosts. However, the three circles representing the three flavors of true fire and the three pure inheritances are removed from the mountain ghost engraved on this coin of hating victory..."

Fang Xun frowned and said in a serious tone, "It shows that this Weisheng coin cannot suppress evil spirits at all, and there are four characters for "Spirit Killer" below, and the characters for "Ghost" are actually larger than the name of Taiqing Patriarch above, which is even more ominous. unfavorable."