The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

——Too upright! !

Xia Zhitao didn't expect the leader to say "buy one, get one free" when he came up, and almost laughed out loud.

Fortunately, Xia Zhitao has nothing else to do, but she has full concentration. She pursed her lips for a long time to hold back her smile, maintaining her aloof demeanor as an "immortal monarch".

"Bought" two little monks from Yashan, and ended up giving away two, uninvited villain bosses. I don't know whether the Yang family is extremely lucky or unlucky.

"You are looking for a Golden Core cultivator," Zhang Kuang explained unhurriedly with a serious expression, "and the four of us together far exceed the Golden Core level, so you are taking advantage of it."

Wang Yan, as the best qi refining rank in the team, didn't feel that he had lowered the average level at all, so he shook his legs excitedly, and said triumphantly: "That's it!"

Yang Liangcai's expression was stiff, he didn't know what to say, and finally he forced a few laughs and said, "This, this is really... an honor..."

Liu Ling frowned her slender eyebrows, unintentionally held the purple butterfly jade hairpin in her hair with her fingertips, and said aggressively: "You have nothing to prove, how can you prove that you are really a monk at Yashan?"

Xia Zhitao can also understand the other party's suspicion. As the largest sect in the world, Yashan has eight hundred people who ask for help every day. Even if there are many monks under the sect, they are not dispatched.

If it wasn't for some urgent matter that involved tens of thousands of lives, Yashan would have to wait in line for ten or a half years before Yashan would condescend to send the next Foundation Establishment cultivator over to check the situation.

But now that the matter of the Yang family has not caused any fatalities, calling for Jindan cultivators by name, and the rewards are relatively low, it stands to reason that there is no disciple who is willing to take this task.

But who would have thought that Wang Yan would just pick him up, dragging Xia Zhitao along, and along the way, he also brought along two full-level bosses to watch the fun.

Four of them came at once, no wonder Mrs. Yang suddenly became suspicious, suspecting that they came here under the guise of Yashan, pretending to cheat money.

"Madam Yang may have misunderstood."

Xia Zhitao explained: "Originally there were really only two disciples, but... these two adults happened to be nearby, so they also came over to take a look, thinking of helping the junior."

Saying that, Xia Zhitao took out the Yashan wooden sign and the mission file from the storage ring, and placed them gently on the table, allowing several people to check them at will.

Clothes can be counterfeited, but the Yashan wooden sign is extremely difficult to imitate, let alone the task file with detailed information.

Yang Liangcai probably still had some doubts about them, so he leaned over his head and looked at them for a long while, the stone in his heart fell to the ground, and he let out a long breath.

He bowed repeatedly and couldn't stop apologizing: "Immortal Monarch, don't blame me, I despise mortals with stupid eyesight, and misunderstood for a while."

Xia Zhitao shook her head, said with a smile, "It's okay."

Liu Ling fiddled with her fingertips a few times, glanced casually at the token and file, and let out a listless "Hmm".

Her tone slowed down a bit, and she restrained her aggressiveness, but she still lacked energy, and said wearily: "Okay, then it will be troublesome."

Liu Ling really didn't give any face, she stood up from the wooden chair, ignored the housekeeper's every effort to dissuade her, and walked out of the room without seeing her.

"Immortal Lords, don't blame me," Yang Liangcai wiped his sweat with his sleeves, and smiled apologetically, "my wife has not been able to rest her mind these days, and her temper has become a little too aggressive, I will apologize to you all."

Xia Zhitao smiled indifferently, but Zhang Kuang behind her was a little dissatisfied, and glanced in the direction Liu Ling was leaving without showing any expression, and began to make some small calculations in her heart.

Now that the identities of Yashan are confirmed, they are naturally distinguished guests, and they must not be neglected.

The butler respectfully led them out of the main hall and led them to the courtyard that had been prepared for them to rest for a while.

Although this kind of little evil would probably not take a day to get rid of, but since the house has been prepared, Xia Zhitao didn't want to show her kindness, so she nodded and agreed to go and have a look.

A few people were walking on the corridor, Zhang Kuang was thinking about her plan to beat someone up, when someone pushed her down.

She turned her head and saw Jiang Jiuli leaning a little closer, with a rare look of doubt: "Hey, crazy girl."

"Well, what?"

Zhang Kuang said: "What did you find?"

Jiang Jiuli leaned against her chin, shook her head, and said puzzledly, "Then Mrs. Yang...is her name Liu Ling, right? It's really weird. I think she looks very familiar, as if I've seen her several times."

Zhang Kuang was a little surprised, and asked: "Aren't you usually in the Demon Realm, why did you meet this Mrs. Yang's for no reason?"

"That's why it's strange!"

Jiang Jiuli whispered: "Although I have come to the human world quite a few times, most of the time I come to find you to eat together."

"But I just feel that I must have seen her." He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "It's really strange."

Zhang Kuang thought for a moment, then said cautiously: "Think about it carefully, and don't tell me in the end that you killed the grieving ghost who haunted the Yang family."

Jiang Jiuli was stunned: "Yes, probably not!"

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The butler led a few people around the atrium and came to a rather quaint courtyard. The room was neatly tidied up, and some landscape potted plants were arranged according to the style of Yashan, with a lot of thought.

He waited carefully outside, while the four of them entered the house, Wang Yan stood by an elegant wooden cabinet and looked at it for a while, pointed to a celadon vase, and exclaimed: "Suzhou celadon, I'm afraid it can fetch thousands of gold now." !"

Zhang Kuang, who is worth millions of gold and might not be able to make a move even if he smashed a few cities, leaned over, knelt down, tapped the vase with his fingers, and said in disbelief, "This little thing is so expensive?"

"Thousands of gold," Jiang Jiuli sighed, "you can buy delicious food for the next city."

Xia Zhitao was looking at the dossier of Kuidu's plan, when he looked up, he saw two big men squatting with Wang Yan, studying a blue and white vase very seriously, and couldn't help but laugh.

She closed the file and was about to walk over to see why the bottle was so powerful. Suddenly, the closed window swayed slightly, and someone knocked from outside:

"Knock Knock Knock-"

The voice was a little hasty, knocked three times in a row, and fell in the quiet room, it was very clear.

Jiang Jiuli became excited: "A ghost has come?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the latch was withdrawn, a figure in black jumped in from the window, half-knelt down towards Jiang Jiuli, cupped his hands and reported, "My lord, it's not good!"

Zhang Kuang raised his eyes and said lazily, "Jiang Jiuli, I'm here to look for you."

After a while, it turned out that it was a secret guard who discovered that the Demon King Jiang Jiuli had mysteriously disappeared without saying goodbye, and followed the trail all the way from the Demon Realm.

Jiang Jiuli was disappointed: "Why are you?"

The dark guard said: "Lord Mozun, since you left, Little Black has started to lose his temper, aggressively swallowing people in the city, smashing at least eight halls with a sweep of its tail—"

Jiang Jiuli turned pale with shock: "The roast chicken shop I managed to coax from the human world was also smashed?!"

The dark guard nodded solemnly: "Not only the roast chicken shop, but also the roast duck shop is gone. If you don't go back, the glutinous rice dumpling shop will also be gone."

Zhang Kuang spoke earnestly, and said: "I said that your giant python can't be kept in the main city, and it will destroy the main hall one day, you still don't believe it."

Jiang Jiuli's whole body is not well, and he doesn't care about staying in the human world to watch ghosts. His eyes are full of a few delicious shops in the devil world. The python was fried.

"Crazy girl hasn't fully recovered yet," Jiang Jiuli pushed the hidden guards out, his voice light and brisk, "Take care of her, I'm leaving!"

Zhang Kuang gave a rare smile, she leaned against the wall, folded her arms loosely, raised her hand and waved lightly as farewell.

Xia Zhitao smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will look after the leader and protect her well."

Xia Zhitao said this very naturally, but Zhang Kuang suddenly blushed, raised his hand to block half of his face, and whispered: "This... I, actually I..."

Zhang Kuang hesitated for a long time, but didn't say a complete sentence. Xia Zhitao turned to look at her, and smiled slightly, causing the other party to panic, and rushed out of the room quickly.

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Yang Liangcai didn't pay too much attention to Yashan's loss of personal affairs. After all, Yashan's status is so high that it is very rare for people to come here with honor, and it would be too far to point fingers.

Xia Zhitao led the two children, together with the butler, to the courtyard of the Yang family.

The atrium is neither big nor small. The former owner of the house dug a small pond and set up an exquisite pavilion for viewing the scenery and flowers.

And in the small pond full of lotus, it is now completely stained red with blood, and there are many white flowers floating on the surface of the pond, with a ghostly aura and gusts of evil wind, which makes people feel chills down the spine, and an ominous premonition suddenly rises.

Get a little closer, and you can find that the pale flowers are all handwritten paper flowers used for funerals. Once soaked in the dark red blood, they will burst into a coquettish red.

The water in the pool is like this, of course the lotus flowers raised will not survive. They are slumped and defeated, and they are dying and broken in the pool, being pressed down by layers of blood.

Xia Zhitao summoned Ji Yan, submerged the tip of the sword into the soil by the lake, and then mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and carefully carried the overflowing spiritual energy into the sword body.

Zhang Kuang was extremely nervous at the side, looking at Xia Zhitao for a while, and the long sword sunken into the ground for a while, his heart was empty and he wanted to help, but he didn't know what to do.

"What Senior Sister Xia is doing is called 'Looking for Spirits'." Wang Yan explained to her, "Using the spirit sword as a medium, we can introduce troublesome evil spirits into the sword body, and then we can have simple communication."

Although Zhang Kuang had heard of this technique before, but hadn't understood it in detail, he couldn't help being a little worried: "If it succeeds, will the master of the technique be injured by the resentful ghost, and if it fails, will he suffer backlash?"

Wang Yan helped Xia Zhitao hold some props such as spells and writing brushes, and smiled briskly: "Master, you think too much."

"This method is beneficial and harmless. If the resentful ghost comes, it will only be unable to move in the sword body. If it doesn't come, then nothing will happen. We have to think of another way."

"However, because this is the most basic technique," Wang Yan said again, "so it only works on wraiths with less resentment, or those who have died not long ago, and ghosts and the like cannot be summoned."

Just as he was talking, Ji Yan made a "buzz", and the light around him faded away. Xia Zhitao stopped his movements, frowned, and his voice was slightly lost:

"……no respond."

But this is also expected, this grieving ghost has haunted the Yang family couple for so long, and their obsession is deep, how could it be possible to show up because of a small spirit-inducing technique.

Zhang Kuang was inexplicably relieved, who knew that Xia Zhitao would not stop doing anything, and discussed with Wang Yan for a while, and then listed a dozen different spells, such as asking the spirit, attracting ghosts, trapping demons, etc. Going to try one by one.

The two tossed and tossed all the way from afternoon to night, tried everything, but the results were not satisfactory. They only found some lonely ghosts who didn't know anything and had nothing to do with the Yang family.

Zhang Kuang didn't understand this, so he opened his black and white eyes, and sat obediently on the sidelines to watch, like a mascot.

Although it is a mascot, it is also a mascot with great lethality. If you really want to do it, you may be able to set the whole Youzhou city up a few times.

Knowing that the two of them would be hungry and tired, Zhang Kuang strolled to Yang's kitchen from time to time, and graciously brought them a plate of melons, fruits and almonds, or made them a pot of tea to moisten their throats, which can be called a caring little padded jacket.

The sky gradually dimmed, and night fell in an instant.

The pitch black buried the blue sky like a tide, and the cold air fell from the sky cliff, straight into the bones, even the coldness seeped through the fingertips.

As the Wenling fireworks extinguished with a "chi", all the spells that could be used failed, and Xia Zhitao was completely lost.

"Senior sister Xia, I don't know if it's a spirit or a ghost." Wang Yan cleaned up the scattered talisman papers on the ground, held a small incense burner, and asked, "The other party doesn't want to show up, what should I do now?"

Xia Zhitao put Ji Yan back into the scabbard, looked up at the gloomy sky, and said, "Wait a moment."

Yang Liangcai left because of business and went back to the house first. The second girl from the Liu family hadn't been seen since she went to the main hall, but the man who was the housekeeper had been with them all the time, watching them cast spells and chant spells.

The butler is old, and has never seen the legendary "immortals". At first, he was shocked when he saw the abnormal phenomenon of the long sword glowing and the fireworks floating in the air. The power is boundless.

"Although this resentful ghost has no intention of killing his life, he is extremely persistent and hard to stalk, and his spirit is exhausted," the steward sighed, "I am really troublesome to the immortals, so I must think of a way."

Xia Zhitao said, "Don't worry."

Since all these methods are useless, Xia Zhitao thought about it, briefly wrote down the current situation on a piece of thin paper, folded a paper kite and put it in the palm of his hand.

The bearded master is unreliable, Xia Zhitao didn't hesitate at all, and simply chose the good-tempered master Zheng Luoyi, poured some spiritual power into the paper kite, and let it fly.

The paper kite pulls out a thin arc of light,

Swaying unsteadily into the thick night.

Xia Zhitao held up her five fingers and said, "Let's stay here for a day, Master should reply by tomorrow."

"It's really strange. The evil spirit before didn't stop all day long, and it could continue to make noise from three poles in the sun to midnight."

The housekeeper said with emotion: "As soon as the immortals appeared, there was no sign of them. I have been in Yang's mansion for so long, and I have never seen such a peaceful day."

Wang Yan was not reconciled, kicked a small stone on the ground with her toe, and muttered: "It's the first time I went down the mountain to do a mission. I thought there would be some thrills, but I didn't expect this ghost to come out at all."

Zhang Kuang went to the kitchen fire again, she was holding a white porcelain teapot, walking all the way from the blue brick path, and at a glance, she saw Xia Zhitao and the two standing in the same place at a loss, with many magic weapons and talismans scattered around, presumably it failed again up.

"Do you want some tea?" Zhang Kuang gently put the teapot down, placed a few white porcelain cups on the small table in the pavilion, and asked in a low voice, "Still not summoned?"

Xia Zhitao shook her head.

Wang Yan sighed and said: "My God, I don't know if it's a demon or a ghost, but it really knows how to hide and seek. It's been almost two hours, and I can't survive."

There are several layers of gauze curtains hanging around the pavilion, and the breeze pours in, blowing up the light gauze curtains, blocking some sunlight and printing some hazy shadows.

If one ignores the crimson pool water and the dying lotus stalks, it should be a refreshing scene.

Wang Yan sat down on the wooden chair in the gazebo, leaned on the vermilion lacquered pillar, and said weakly: "Hey——"

Zhang Kuang leaned aside, folded his arms, raised his fingers and weighed his chin, looking thoughtful.

She hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "It's not because I'm here... Then what, the grieving ghost doesn't want to come out."

Xia Zhitao: "..."

Wang Yan rubbed her hair and muttered, "Don't tell me, I think it's very possible."

With the leader of the demon sect controlling the place, how could there be lonely ghosts who would dare to come out and make trouble?Don't talk about disrupting the situation, but he dared not say a word.

The more Zhang Kuang thought about it, the more he panicked. He felt that Zhitao and the two had been busy for a long time. They tried it from the afternoon until it was approaching evening, but they were disturbed by her, and they scolded themselves a few times in their hearts.

She slanted her body and said melancholy: "How about I go out for a stroll and come back?"

"It shouldn't be because of you," Xia Zhitao comforted, "I sent a paper kite, just wait for Master to reply."

Zhang Kuang nodded and said, "Yes."

Zhang Kuang himself is completely clueless about ghosts, and he can't help, at most, when the grieving ghost appears to attack the person, he will push the opponent to the ground and beat him up.

However, she knew someone.

A person who knows everything about ghosts, their habits, and even controls the way of reincarnation of thousands of souls.

The two had met several times before, and that person had something to ask of her. If in the end Master Yashan was at a loss and had no other way, Zhang Kuang could call him over to help, but that would be a helpless move.

"Since the spirit-seeking technique doesn't work," Xia Zhitao hesitated for a moment, then said seriously, "then there is only one last way left."

Seeing the two girls and the housekeeper looking over together, Xia Zhitao smiled helplessly, and said softly:

"——wait for the rabbit."

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This method is simple and rude, since Xie Chong refuses to show up, they just wait, anyway, it will take a few hours for the master to reply, and there is nothing to do, so they can grind with this Xie Chong.

Xia Zhitao set up a few small formations in the corner of the house, and Wang Yan carried a few soul-suppressing flags to the eaves to tie them tightly. The two of them were fully prepared, waiting for the evil spirit to show up and catch it immediately.

Zhang Kuang has no self-consciousness as the leader of the Demon Cult at all, and is still a beautiful mascot, happily running around with Xia Zhitao.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Xia Zhitao stuffed Zhang Kuang with a brightly lit lantern powered by spiritual power, and the other party happily took it over, hugged it like a baby, and sat quietly by the side.

Like a plush doll, she hugged the lantern with both hands, and her long black satin hair fell down her back, rippling and swaying, covering the flickering lights.

When Xia Zhitao walked in front of her, Zhang Kuang raised his head to look at her, his eyes were extremely black without any impurities, they were clear and clear, reflecting a round of bright moon.

Xia Zhi Taoxin suddenly softened a little, squatted down in front of the other party, smiled with eyebrows and eyes, and said softly: "I'm sorry for making you wait so long."

"Nothing."

Zhang Kuang hugged the lantern, half prone, with the lantern paper on his cheek, like a docile cat.

She said softly: "I don't have any other important things to do around me. I have no other place to go. It's good to stay here."

As long as she can look at Zhitao, she will get her wish and be satisfied. She feels that this is good, her heart is also happy, and her heart is at peace.

The night wind blew past the leaf tips, and there was a whirling sound. Xia Zhitao sat down next to Zhang Kuang, stretched out her fingers, and felt a trace of cold water vapor from the air.

"Do you feel cold?"

Xia Zhitao half-supported her chin, turned her head to look at Zhang Kuang, her complexion had a warm orange halo, her brows and eyes looked soft: "Shall I help you find a robe?"

Zhang Kuang shook his head and said, "It's very warm."

It was cold and silent in the courtyard, and a very faint scent of hibiscus flowers permeated the air, quietly gushing out, mixed with some scattered wind, and a burst of warmth spread from the tip of the heart.

"... By the way, Mount Qiling is very close to here," Zhang Kuang said in a very soft voice, "In a few days, the flowers and trees should be blooming."

"Flower tree?" Xia Zhitao tilted her head and said softly, "There are so many, what kind of flower are they? What color, how many petals?"

"A lot, planted all over the mountain."

Zhang Kuang closed his eyes slightly, as if he was remembering something, his voice was like a fine net, which penetrated into the muscles and bones layer by layer, and wrapped around his heart: "Around the plum moon, it is the flowering season."

"The flowering period is very short, probably less than a week."

"Cluster after cluster, once the wind passes, it will fall like rain, layer upon layer on the stone bricks."

She described it in detail, Xia Zhitao seemed to have really seen that scene, and there was a very slight "pop" in her ear, and the flowers and trees all over the mountains and plains burst into bloom in an instant, spreading across the sky like a sunset.

"It must be beautiful."

Xia Zhitao smiled softly, "If you have time, take me to see it."

Zhang Kuang laughed: "Yes."

"You can do it at any time. There are no people in Qiling itself, and others are blocked from entering. There are more than a dozen halls, and they are all empty. It's so lonely."

A leaf fell between her hair, and the tip of the leaf was lined with black hair, shaking tremblingly, as if she wanted to fall, but was stubbornly entangled with a strand of hair.

"There's a leaf in your hair, I'll help you pick it off." Xia Zhitao said softly, stretched out her hand, and obediently closed her eyes.

The long and thin eyelashes drooped quietly, fused with the light of the silk lantern, as if they were lit with tiny stars.

His fingertips passed over his eyebrows, and he suddenly paused.

Zhang Kuang's cheeks were soft, soft under his fingertips, and his black hair was slightly cool, brushing his knuckles softly, as if he wanted to keep her.

Xia Zhitao put on her black hair, picked up the fallen leaf, wanted to take back her hand, but paused again, feeling a little bit reluctant.

She heard the beating of her own heart beating against her ears like a drum, echoing in layers in her chest.

The black leaves on the branches whispered, the moonlight fell like water, and a piece of silvery white frost and snow rippled, and the sound of the wind covered the ears, whispering like an intimate lover.

Fallen leaves fell to the ground, and clothes rustled.

She leaned over, breathing very lightly.

Five fingers covered the other's cheeks, as if a cloud of softness had been gathered, Zhang Kuang still closed his eyes obediently, but Xia Zhitao's breathing suddenly became rapid, trembling unsteadily.

She...she suddenly...

She wanted to lean down, lightly touch the corners of the red eyes, brush over the clean eyebrows, and touch the soft lips again.

—she wanted to kiss her.

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