In-house help system

The cool breeze blows cool, the melons and fruits are fragrant, it is the golden autumn season.

Outside Qianzhou City, on the rugged mountain road full of sunshine, a young man in black and black hair is walking slowly while holding the hand of a boy.

The boy was wearing a navy blue robe with a gray belt around his waist, and he was gnawing on an apple he picked from nowhere.

He ate voraciously, and after a while an apple went into his stomach.

The young man looked up and saw that the sun had risen to the right sky without knowing it, and asked, "Should I go back?"

Qingyue's voice was exactly the same as the gentle temperament exuding from his body.

The boy quit immediately, tugged at the young man's black cuffs and said, "No, no, we haven't entered the city yet."

The young man stopped in his tracks and said, "Qing Yuan, what did you promise me before going down the mountain?"

Qing Yuan looked at him with a cold face, knowing that the method of being coquettish is no longer effective, she hung her head and replied: "Be obedient."

"Then you did it now?"

Qing Yuan stopped talking.

Seeing his listless look, Ji Wenliang sighed.

Since returning from the demon world a hundred years ago, Killing the God began to intentionally teach Ji Wenliang the spells to capture demons. Now, the task of subduing demons falls on him.

He went down to capture the blood demon this time.

Over the years, the demon world has no leader, and more and more monsters have smuggled into the human world, and the blood demon is one of them.

"Wan Wu Zhi" records that the blood demon is addicted to drinking raw blood and has a violent temperament.

It took Ji Wenliang a lot of time to put the Gorefiend into the magic-binding bag, and just as he was about to return to Jingshan Mountain, a blue light flashed from his sleeve.

Qing Yuan didn't know when he followed him out of Luojing Mountain, the bigger he is, the more he has ideas!

Based on the principle of "everyone comes", Ji Wenliang had no choice but to take him for a stroll around the mountains.

Just strolling around, actually want to enter the city.

Ji Wenliang scolded him a few words, but couldn't bear it anymore, and sighed.

Presumably the days on Luojing Mountain were too boring.

But...if he followed his will, he might make further progress next time, and maybe something bad would happen.

At that time, the two had reached the half-hillside, looking down, there were patches of farmland and thatched huts.

Ji Wenliang looked at the smoke rising from the thatched roof, and said softly: "It's impossible to go to the city, but there may be a wine shop in the village. It's agreed that once you leave the wine shop, you have to go back immediately."

As soon as the words fell, Qing Yuan immediately changed his smiling face and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay."

Holding Ji Wenliang's hand, he ran down the mountain.

It really makes people suspect that the pitiful look just now was faked.

Going down the mountain road and walking along the official road for a while, I came across a wine shop with a red wine flag fluttering in the wind.

In the small hall, several sets of tables and chairs were neatly arranged, but there was not a single guest, and it was very quiet.

Qing Yuan rolled his eyes and said, "Why is there no one? It must be because the wine here is not good, or we will go to the city..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Wenliang glared at him, so he had no choice but to shut up.

"The two guest officers are foreigners, right? All the major hotels and inns in the city use our Chen family's wine."

There was a coughing sound from the kitchen, the curtain was lifted, and a hunched white-haired old man walked out swayingly.

"The child speaks inappropriately, the old man should not blame him."

"Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, Tongyan Wuji," the shopkeeper waved his hand, leading the two into the main hall, and said, "What are the two guest officials here for?"

Qing Yuan rushed to answer: "Five... well, a bowl of wine, a pot of tea, and some light vegetarian dishes."

After all, he smiled flatteringly at Ji Wenliang.

Ji Wenliang glanced at him helplessly.

When the owner entered the kitchen, Qing Yuan murmured dissatisfiedly: "What old man, after all, I am a hundred years older than him."

"Who made you grow so small?"

"Our dragon clan lives a long life, and it grows slowly, can't it?"

While talking, the old man approached with a wooden tray, put the bowls and chopsticks in front of the two of them, then picked up the wine jar, and poured the wine tremblingly.

"Oh!" Qing Yuan stood up from the long wooden bench.

Ji Wenliang was drinking tea with his head down, when he heard him startled and looked up, he saw a large pool of wine stains on Qingyuan's navy blue robe.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, guest officer. I'm old and my eyesight can't work." The owner said, pulling off the white towel from his shoulders and began to wipe it.

Just as Qing Yuan was about to get angry, seeing the cautious look of the shopkeeper, he held back again, waved his hands and said, "Forget it, forget it."

sat down again.

"I'm sorry for the two guest officers. Today, my son and daughter-in-law are not at home, and I am the only old man left in the store. Alas, my old eyes are dim, and my hands and feet are not smooth."

Ji Wenliang also felt strange, and asked: "Old man, it's already noon, how can you be so busy when there are more guests?"

The old man shook his head and said: "The guest officer doesn't know, everyone went to Xiangyang Village to watch the Taoist priest catch the demon today."

When Ji Wenliang heard the word Xiangyang Village, his body froze.

Qing Yuan was so lively, he quickly tilted his head and asked, "What monster are you catching?"

"Hey, this matter, we have to start with the missing son of the Wang family..."

The Wang family has been selling tea for generations. It is a well-known family of wealthy merchants in Qianzhou City. Mr. Wang has worked hard for most of his life and saved tens of thousands of wealth. Unfortunately, the family is sparsely populated, with only one son under his knees.

Treating this only child, Mr. Wang is naturally very fond of him. He has always been obedient and obedient since he was a child, and he will give what he wants.

As the saying goes, spoiling a child is like killing a child, and a loving mother often loses her son.

The prince was in his teens, and he was supposed to learn how to manage the family business, but he was immersed in the gentleness all day long, not doing business.Mr. Wang wants to take care of it, but he is old and has more energy than energy.

Prince Wang often stayed in Liuxiang at night, which is known to the whole Qianzhou city, but that day, after noon, he had not returned home.

The old man Wang was angry and anxious, he sent more than a dozen servants to search the whole flower street, but he didn't see the shadow of the prince, and he found the girl who served last night, only to know that the prince left in the middle of the night.

"Maybe they were robbed by bandits?" Qing Yuan blinked and asked.

The shopkeeper sighed and said, "It would be fine if the bandits robbed it."

At first, Mr. Wang also thought that he was robbed by bandits, and waited for several days in fear, but he didn't get any news.

"If it's a robber, the door will ask for money in the morning."

Not robbers, but monsters.

Ten days after Prince Wang disappeared, a woodcutter reported to the officials that a body had been found at the entrance of Xiangyang Village.

The body was shriveled, and the death was frightening. After being tested with a pestle, it was found that the blood had been sucked alive.

"Ah? Isn't that just..." Qing Yuan exclaimed first, glanced at Ji Wenliang, and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Isn't that what Gorefiend did?

The shopkeeper continued: "This corpse is the missing Prince Wang. Afterwards, people found many corpses near Xiangyang Village. They all lost blood and died."

"Old man," Ji Wenliang, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "There are people coming and going at the entrance of the village, why was the body left there for ten days before it was discovered?"

"That Xiangyang Village is uninhabited, it's a deserted village."

A year ago, people in Xiangyang Village were infected with the plague, and all the people in a village died. Outsiders dared not approach them for fear of getting sick, so it became a deserted village. Cut more dry wood.

"Young Master Wang is dead, and Mr. Wang is not reconciled. He spent a lot of money to hire a Taoist leader. It is said... It is said that he is from a martial arts sect. Alas, I have a bad memory... Anyway, he is capable and fire-breathing." , chewing bones again..."

Qing Yuan laughed, "What kind of Taoist priest, you're just juggling."

"Oh, I don't dare to say that. The priest said that it was the blood demon who drank human blood. The more he drank, the greater his power would be. At that time, everyone in Qianzhou City would suffer."

Qing Yuan glanced at Ji Wenliang and said, "You don't have to be afraid, old man, that blood demon... no, blood demon, the blood demon will not come out to make trouble again."

The storekeeper nodded and said: "Yes, yes, this is not what the Taoist priest is going to do today to burn Xiangyang Village, except for the blood demon, to eliminate harm for the people."

The more Ji Wenliang heard it, the more frightened he became. He took out a few copper coins from his pocket, put them on the table, and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, the old man. The two of us also want to see the demeanor of the Taoist priest. Can you point me to the way?"

The storekeeper stretched out his hand and said: "The Xiangyang Village is easy to find, just follow the main road and turn over a mountain."

"Thank you."

Ji Wenliang took Qing Yuan's hand and walked out.

"Hey? I haven't finished my wine yet. Isn't it back to Luojingshan? Why do you want to see some Taoist again? He can't even tell the difference between a demon and a demon. There is nothing to see. It's nothing more than a trick, you Didn't you say you should mind your own business?"

Ji Wen said with a conscience, this is not an idle matter.

Plague, Xiangyang Village... This is a long overdue plot.

The heroine Wu Guxue is an abandoned baby who was picked up by the head of Xiangyang Village and grew up eating a variety of meals.

When she was 12 years old, a plague suddenly broke out in the village, and no one survived except her.

The hostess also wants to leave the village, but if someone finds out, it's hard to guarantee that she won't be caught as a monster.

Why did the whole village die, but you survived?

So she lived alone in a deserted village for a year.

Unexpectedly, a half-way Taoist came out halfway, saying that he wanted to catch the blood demon and set fire to the village.

The poor heroine was trapped in the raging fire.

Hmm...not pitiful, didn't she get rescued by the passing God Slaughter later?

passing by...

Ji Wenliang raised his forehead, now Shishen is drinking tea leisurely in Luojing Mountain, why pass by?

If I had known... I would have known that I should let the God of Death come this trip.

In fact, it's not Ji Wenliang's fault. This is a romance novel. From the very beginning, thousands of words were used to describe the scene where the hero and heroine first met in the fire scene. As for the blood demon...the blood demon...it was not mentioned at all.

After half a cup of tea, the two arrived outside the village.

Many villagers gathered at the entrance of the village, surrounding a temporary wooden square platform, on which Taoist priests in black and white robes were standing and dancing.

The Taoist priest held a white dust whisk in his left hand and a long-necked porcelain vase in his right hand, muttering in his mouth.

With a flick of the whisk, a dragon made of raging fire emerged from the porcelain vase, soared into the sky, and swooped down again, crashing towards the village.

The change was too fast, and before Ji Wenliang could react, the village became a sea of ​​flames, and a strong heat wave rushed over, forcing him to take a few steps back.

"It's okay, you...you stay away from this fire."

Seeing Ji Wenliang clutching his chest, Qing Yuan frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to support him.

"Ding! The system intelligently detects that due to unknown reasons, the world stability value is declining, please take effective action."

Ji Wenliang was taken aback.

"Ding! The current world stability value is 69%, please take effective action."

"Ding! The current world stability value is 65%, please take effective action."

"Ding! The current world stability value is 60%, please take effective action."

At the same time, a cry for help came from the village.

"Help! Help!"

The voice was so weak that ordinary people couldn't hear it, but Ji Wenliang and Qing Yuan could hear it.

Qing Yuan was taken aback, "Didn't you say that no one lives in the village?"

Ji Wenliang's mind was spinning quickly.

The person who called for help must be the heroine, the fire was fierce, and it might be too late to find Killing God now.

If the heroine is dead, how can the plot continue?

Not to mention another life.

It seemed that he was the only one to come to the rescue.

After making up his mind, he tiptoed and flew towards the platform.

Everyone was shocked by the Taoist's sky-reaching spell, when suddenly a black shadow flashed past, raising a cloud of dust, and a man with a long body appeared on the square platform.

"There are still people in the village, put the fire away."

"What... who is it? It's a blood demon," the Taoist was startled first, and swept Ji Wenliang up and down, "Who are you, how dare you disturb Pindao's spellcasting?"

The matter was urgent, and Ji Wenliang didn't want to spend any more time talking with him, so he phantomed a flying feather and landed on his throat.

"The monster...the monster has come out!"

The villagers saw Ji Wenliang appear out of thin air and captured the Taoist priest, thinking he was a monster, they fled in all directions.

Seeing that the tip of the feather was not more than half an inch away from his throat, the Taoist trembled in fright, "Waiting...forgive me, this fire...I will take it back, I can't take it back."

Ji Wenliang's heart sank. He thought that the fire was born by magic, and it should be able to be taken back through magic, but he didn't expect...

He can't control fire at all, and Qing Yuan belongs to water...

water!

Ji Wenliang's heart moved, he turned to Qing Yuan and said, "You come to spread the rain, and I'll go in to save people."

After finishing speaking, he squeezed out a fire avoidance weapon and rushed into the fire scene.

"Hey! Are you crazy?"

Seeing him rushing into the village, Qing Yuan couldn't stop him, so he stomped his feet anxiously.

I had no choice but to imagine the prototype and call the cloud to cast spells.

In an instant, it rained heavily.

The rainwater fell into the fire and immediately turned into white mist, making the fire much weaker.

Qing Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, a gust of wind hit, and the dying flames rose up along the trend, like a demon being released from a cage, it sprang up with claws and teeth, and instantly became a sea of ​​flames.

"Burning with the wind, not afraid of water invasion..." Qing Yuan muttered to himself, his eyes widened suddenly, "This is heavenly fire!"

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Superise! Happy Friday!Four changes today, three changes tomorrow (5.03)