Lord Demon God Arrives [Transmigration Book]

Xi Tianyuan waited in the room for a while, seeing that there was no sound on the street, and Qin Qian hadn't returned yet, so he was about to stick an invisibility talisman and go out to see what was going on.As soon as the window rang, Qin Qian jumped in from the outside.

Xi Tianyuan saw that there was a smile on his lips, and he was in a good mood, so he couldn't help asking: "What happened?"

"It's a good thing." Qin Qian took out the egg from his bosom, raised his eyebrows and said, "I picked up a phoenix egg."

"What?" Xi Tianyuan was startled, and came over curiously.The little egg that was rubbing against Qin Qian's hand and not wanting to come down felt the aura of the same family on Xi Tianyuan's body, and immediately jumped from Qin Qian's hand into Xi Tianyuan's arms.That way, looks very happy.

Xi Tianyuan held the egg at a loss, and murmured: "Is it...alive?"

"Bouncing around so happily, what is it that is not alive? Although logically speaking, it shouldn't be alive. But now, I am a little lucky. With it in hand, our operation to steal the Sun and Moon Soul Jade will definitely It will be much smoother." Qin Qian supported Xi Tianyuan's shoulders and pushed him to sit on the chair, picked up the paintbrush again, lifted Xi Tianyuan's chin with one hand, and continued the unfinished disguise.

Xi Tianyuan couldn't move his face, he could only use the corner of his eyes to look at a certain egg that was jumping around in his arms, and his heart softened inexplicably: "But this trip is extremely dangerous, it is still young..."

Qin held hands incessantly, and looked over with cool eyes: "Are you afraid it will get hurt?"

Xi Tianyuan pressed the phoenix egg that was rubbing against his chest with his hands, and responded without denying: "En."

Qin Qian snorted, pinching the hand on Xi Tianyuan's chin slightly: "Those who achieve great things should not care about trivial matters. The fire of the fire and the phoenix can ward off evil spirits and disperse all ghosts. It is a great weapon against ghost kings. Although you are originally a phoenix, But now the possessed body is just a chicken demon with a small part of Phoenix blood. Speaking of it, its divine fire is much stronger than yours." He told the cruel truth sharply, and Xi Tianyuan turned pale when he heard it.

"So, I have to bring it. Understood?" Qin Qian leaned over to look at Xi Tianyuan, with an undeniable determination in his black eyes.

Xi Tianyuan was slightly stunned, his lips tightened involuntarily.

Seeing that Xi Tianyuan's complexion was a bit grim, Qin Qian smiled and moved up to his brow and kissed: "Don't worry, since I decided to take it, I will protect it well and not let it get hurt. Or..." He His lips slowly slid down along the bridge of Xi Tianyuan's straight nose, moved to Xi Tianyuan's thin lips, and rubbed slowly, his voice was slightly hoarse, "You don't believe in your husband's ability?"

Xi Tianyuan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, he tried his best to move his eyes away from Qin Qian's face, and stammered: "...No, no."

"In that case, what else do you have to worry about." After getting the answer she wanted, Qin Qian stood up with a smile.He raised his hand to touch the lips stained with paint from the kiss, and sighed regretfully, "It seems that you have to repaint your face."

When Xi Tianyuan heard this, his ears burst into red.It was in stark contrast to his white powdered face.As for the little emotion before, it has long been left behind.

After the episode of the phoenix egg, Qin Qian and Xi Tianyuan took a short break and decided to split up.Xi Tianyuan is in charge of inquiring news in the inn, and keeps an eye on the state of the ghosts traveling with them at any time.And Qin Qian was in charge of going around the city to search for information about the ghost king and the selection of past ghost king missions.As for the noisy phoenix egg, Xi Tianyuan temporarily put it in the Qiankun bag, so as not to attract the attention of ghosts.

On the huge street, Qin Qian seemed to be walking leisurely, while his eyes looked at everything around him consciously or unconsciously.

The sky above the city is still gray, without any change, neither darkening nor brightening, time seems to be frozen here, staying at a certain moment.The residents of Requiem City stood guard at their booths, staring blankly ahead.They will only respond when ghosts come up to buy things.If there are no ghosts at the door, they will stand or sit in place like a sculpture.

Qin Qian walked around the entire Requiem City, and found that all the ghosts here were like this, and his face darkened.It is undoubtedly as difficult to make the mute sing with the news of the ghost in this state.But he did not give up easily, and when he returned to the market again, he walked into a tavern.No matter when and where, the tavern is always the best place to inquire about news.

It was as quiet inside the tavern as outside the market.In the empty hall, there are five wooden square tables with four benches around the table.In the entire hall, only three ghosts were quietly drinking wine.The shopkeeper stood behind the counter, focusing on his abacus.For him, there seems to be nothing more wonderful than settling accounts.The hall is filled with the sound of the shopkeeper stirring the beads, and occasionally the slight sound of the guests placing the porcelain bowls on the table can be heard.

Qin Qian casually found a table with a ghost and sat down.The ghost at the same table saw the new ghost, looked up at Qin Qian, then lowered his head again, and continued to drink his own small wine one mouthful at a time.The shopkeeper quickly brought up the wine: "You are new here, you should have no ghost coins, this bowl of wine is my gift for you."

Qin Qian smiled: "Then thank you boss for your hospitality."

The shopkeeper gave Qin Qian a stiff smile, put the porcelain bowl containing wine in front of Qin Qian, and walked away.

Qin Qian held the porcelain bowl, put it up to his nose and smelled it, but there was no smell at all.He moved it to his lips calmly, took a small sip, and the taste was as plain as water.It is no different from boiled water in the human world.He put down the porcelain bowl, looked at the ghost next to him and said casually: "Little brother is new here, there are many things that I don't understand, I wonder if I can ask brother for advice?"

The middle-aged man at the same table who looked about 50 to [-] years old raised his head from the porcelain bowl, his dull face changed slightly because of Qin Qian's words.Probably because he hadn't spoken for a long time, the man's lips moved, and it took a while before he made an intermittent sound: "...what, you say."

Qin Qian's eyes flickered, and he said, "How can we obtain the ghost coins that the shopkeeper mentioned just now?"

The middle-aged man said: "Work for... the ghost king. Work for the city lord." He tilted his head, thought hard and continued, "Earn it yourself."

Although it was just a few simple sentences, Qin Qian grasped the key information.It seems that under the sphere of influence of the ghost king, there is also the existence of the city lord.I don't know who the owner of this Requiem City is, and what is his relationship with the Ghost King?Also, he had just walked around Requiem City, but he didn't see the City Lord's Mansion.Could it be that there is no city lord in Requiem City or the city lord's mansion is not in the city?

Qin Qian thought for a while, then continued to ask: "Then if I want to know more information, who can I ask?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, his dull eyes became vigilant and panicked.This time, he didn't speak.Instead, he dipped his fingers into the wine in the porcelain bowl and wrote three large characters "Qingmu Fu" on the wooden table.After finishing writing, he immediately wiped the marks on the table with his hands, and before Qin Qian could ask, the ghost got up to pay the bill and left in a hurry.

Qin Qian sat on the chair and looked at the back of the ghost leaving, thoughtfully.

Qingmu Mansion is located in the south of the market, which Qin Qian had seen before when exploring the terrain.After getting the news he wanted, he hurriedly finished his drink and left the tavern, and soon came to the gate of Qingmu Mansion.Qingmu Mansion occupies a very large area, and the layout of the high-walled courtyard is not difficult to see that its owner was once a rich and powerful ghost.The reason why I say it was once is because now the courtyard is deserted, and the plaque on the gate is covered with dust, crooked, and looks like it might fall off at any time.This is something no refined ghost can tolerate.

Something must have happened to Qingmu Mansion, so it fell to this point.

Qin Qian pushed open the unlocked door and walked in.

At the same time, the human world in the real world.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the streets were full of traffic and bustling.

In a cafe near the street, an ordinary-looking man was sitting by the window, looking lazily at the phone in his hand, tapping the screen with his slender fingers from time to time.He kept a calm expression on his face, and there was no emotion in his dark purple eyes.

Sunshine shines on the screen of the man's mobile phone through the window, and what is displayed on it is the reading interface of a literature website, and the man is reading a novel. The name of the novel is "Strange Records of the Demon World", author: Qin Qian.At this time, the man was reading the last chapter, which read "Tianyuan looked at the divine thunder falling from the sky in despair, and closed his eyes. He watched helplessly as he failed to cross the tribulation, and finally turned into light spots all over the sky and disappeared into the air." .End of full text"

Below are a bunch of reader comments -

Reader A: "Fuck! What the hell, the hero is dead, I want to send the author a blade!!!"

Reader B: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ​​ ​​The author didn’t want to write a bad ending, so I wrote it like this!?”

Reader C: "..."

Pressing the sleep button on the side of the phone with his finger, the man put the phone in his trouser pocket calmly, put a hundred-yuan bill on the table, and walked away slowly.

The moment he walked out of the coffee shop, the bright sunshine rushed towards his face, and a peerless face with picturesque eyebrows faintly flashed.But when I looked carefully, it was still that ordinary face, and the previous moment seemed to be just an illusion.The man walked to the side of the road leisurely, with slightly curved lips.It turns out that you were involved in the world of books, no wonder even Yuanshi Tianzun couldn't find your whereabouts.

There was a small ripple in his emotionless eyes, which was fleeting.

At this time, there was a sudden cry of a little girl on the side of the road.It turned out that a little girl accidentally fell to the ground while running.She sat on the ground, clutching her broken knee and weeping.

The man walked past the girl without seeing her.A small hand suddenly raised and grabbed his trousers.He lowered his head indifferently, looking at the little girl who was clutching his trouser legs and blushing from crying.

The little girl sobbed: "Big brother, can you help me up?"

The man's eyes flickered, he knelt down slowly, gently held the little girl's hand, and pulled her fingers off his trousers one by one.There was still no emotion on his face: "Little girl, it is better to ask for yourself than to ask for others."

After leaving these words, the man got up and touched the head of the little girl who was stunned, then turned and left.

With just a flash of divine effort, the figure of the man disappeared.Only the little girl was sitting on the ground alone, staring blankly at the direction where the man disappeared.