The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

"……Hey."

Zhang Kuang took a small step forward, looking at the almost transparent soul, he clenched his fingers a little.

She seemed to want to comfort the other party, but she didn't know what to say. After holding back for a long time, she finally squeezed out three small words: "Don't cry."

She said dryly: "This seat will help you beat someone up."

Wen Xiru's tears flowed more and more violently, like transparent beads, falling to the ground one after another, turning into white smoke and dispersing.

The saddest thing is that she doesn't remember what happened, who killed her, where she lives, or even her own name.

The only thing left is a fragile obsession, holding and entangled her, making her stay here, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Xia Zhitao searched for a long time in the storage ring, and took out a green jade pendant with soft texture and feather pattern.

In the previous trial meeting, a certain demon leader surnamed Zhang secretly stuffed two monster crystals, one gold and one purple, for their team, directly killed the others and took the first place, and rewarded them with a spiritual weapon in the Treasure Cave .

The opportunity was rare, Xia Zhitao thought about it for a long time, thinking that if the plot of the original text was irreversible and things were out of control, she would find a way to take the leader away.

So, she chose this jade pendant with feather patterns.

This jade pendant is carved from extremely rare warm jade, which gathers the brilliance of the sun and the moon, and condenses the aura of all things. It is an excellent spiritual weapon for preserving and nourishing the soul.

It was originally saved for unforeseen needs, but at present, it is just right for Wen Xiru to rest for a while, so as to prevent her from being completely scattered among the cliffs and not entering the ending of reincarnation.

Zhang Kuang stood watching from a distance, and after Xia Zhitao put away his soul, he finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief and moved over silently.

The cyan jade pendant was pressed against the palm of the hand, and it was clearly cold to the touch, but it sent a scorching heat into the bone marrow.

Xia Zhitao said softly: "Let's go, let's go back."

Wen Xiru's temperament is too gentle, her soul is on the verge of disintegration, she doesn't even remember her name, and she can't leave this cliff.

— let alone revenge.

If Wen Xiru is not the haunting ghost who makes all kinds of troubles, then who is the "evil spirit" that makes the whole Yang family panic?

Xia Zhitao and Zhang Kuang discussed for a while, and the two made a decisive decision, and rushed all the way back to Youzhou City from the cliff, planning to go back to Yang's house first, ask Wang Yan what he found, and then make the next step.

Who knew that several carriages were parked in front of the formerly deserted Yang family mansion, occupying most of the road.

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The bone wheel rolled over the green brick floor, scorching mottled blood, and several "people" in pitch-black robes and skull masks descended slowly and stood in front of the Yang family's gate.

They lowered their heads, and the wrists exposed in the cuffs were extremely thin, and they were covered with a strange black rune.

The jet-black lines were like vines, spreading wantonly along the pale skin, locking the pulse circle by circle, like ancient and mysterious runes.

The two stopped far away, Zhang Kuang's brows and eyes were a little cold, a few petals were gathered between his five fingers, and he said softly: "Be careful, the visitor is not kind."

More than a dozen vehicles were all painted to scorched black, with red patterns and white bones as the frame, and a round of extremely obvious silver coat of arms inlaid in the middle.

The silver pattern reflected the cold light, the pattern was a crow was hung upside down, wrapped several times with a red rope, its wings were bent, its red eyes were like blood, it was very scary to look at.

[The red rope is bound, and the black star hangs upside down. 】

Looking at the coat of arms, Xia Zhitao felt a "buzz" in her ear, her heart stopped suddenly, and then hit her chest with a "thump" at a thousand times speed.

She suddenly thought of something, staggered back, and lost her voice: "So that's the case, I should have expected it!"

Those who caused trouble in the Yang family were not evil at all, but someone did it deliberately.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong," Xia Zhitao's voice was trembling, and something suddenly exploded in her ear, which made her flustered, "Thousand Ren's Mace, this is the symbol of Qian Ren's Mace."

Among the four anti-paths, the Yanling Poison Mansion is very low-key, and the Ligu Monster Clan only kills the righteous way to take revenge, let alone arrogance.

——The Qianren Mace is a group of brutal and bloodthirsty lunatics who advocate force.

There is no morality, no good and evil, and Qian Renmae regards human life as worthless, worships the strong almost crazily, and believes that all weak and weak people should not exist in the world.

"The Qianren Mace is clearly near the barrier of the Demon Realm, so why did it appear here for no reason? Wang Yan is still inside, and Liu Ling is still there. What, what should they do."

Xia Zhitao's ears were buzzing, she thought of countless possible things in an instant, a chill ran down her spine, and her palms were icy cold.

"Don't be afraid."

The familiar cold voice rushed into the ears, as if sporadic sparks had been quenched, suppressing all the panic thoughts, leaving only Xi Wei Jing An's voice.

She raised her head in a daze, seeing Zhang Kuang supporting her shoulders, she lowered her head slightly, her dark eyes seemed to be stained with ink.

Zhang Kuang said seriously, word by word, "Don't be afraid."

……what.

Xia Zhitao raised her hand involuntarily, her fingertips brushed over the other's cheek, and fell into a piece of soft skin.

She raised her head in a daze, saw her silhouette in the dark pupils, and suddenly thought in her heart, she is here, she is standing beside me.

Why should I be afraid.

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His thoughts emptied in an instant, spread across his body boundlessly, and returned to the cage bit by bit as if being pulled by countless silk threads.

Xia Zhitao exhaled softly, withdrew the hand that was caressing the other's cheek, lowered her head and wiped the corners of her hot eyes, and said to herself in her heart:

'Don't you be afraid, you can't be afraid. '

Just now Zhang Kuang was caressed on the cheek by her, and when he saw the other party retracting his hand, he curiously raised his hand to touch it, feeling cold and not at all uncomfortable.

Xia Zhitao had completely calmed down. Realizing her gaffe just now, she turned her head away in embarrassment, and said softly, "The presence of the Qianren mace must have something to do with the Yang family."

Zhang Kuang turned his head to look at the dozen or so skeleton carriages, his gaze passed over several "people" covered by pitch-black robes, and finally landed on the coat of arms with the black star hanging upside down.

She thought for a moment.

After a long while, Zhang Kuang hesitated and said, "I've never seen Qian Ren's mace, I've only heard a few rumors, they seem to be one of the four anti-paths?"

……ah? ! !

Looking at Zhang Kuang's little confused face, the precarious and tense atmosphere just now disappeared, leaving nothing at all.

Xia Zhitao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she argued for a long time, she said why Zhang Kuang had a flat face and didn't respond, it turned out that the other party didn't know Qian Ren's Mace at all.

"How did you find out?" Zhang Kuang asked subconsciously, but the words came out feeling a bit wrong, and he added in a low voice, "Sorry, there are too many influences today."

She said weakly: "I can't remember."

Xia Zhitao was angry and funny, sighed in her heart, raised her hand to rub the other person's hair, and said lovingly: "It's nothing, I'll help you remember."

As the largest sect in the world, Yashan analyzed all the four anti-daoisms, and filled countless files, among which there were several "reading the full text and reciting it" that made the disciples gnash their teeth.

Not only that, Jingtang Peak also opened a special elective literature class, which talked about the causes and processes of the Four Anti-Taoisms and so on.

Adhering to the principle of knowing yourself, knowing the enemy, and winning every battle, even the daily itinerary, diet rules, and even the romantic history of the anti-Taoists are not spared, and you can talk about everything.

Xia Zhitao sighed inwardly, recalling what the dossier said when he first talked about the Demon Sect in Qiling Mountain?

"Turn the clouds and rain, stir up the wind and waves;"

"Moody and tyrannical."

Xia Zhitao glanced at someone who was standing obediently beside her, thinking seriously, and thought to herself what happened to your Yashan dossier, it's not accurate at all, it's all made up.

But the other party just stood there, Xia Zhitao felt a lot more at ease, and briefly talked with the leader about the purpose of the Qianren Mace and its danger.

"Thousands of maces are always evil, and they will do whatever they can to achieve their goals," Xia Zhitao said concentratingly, "We must be cautious and not act rashly."

Zhang Kuang was puzzled and said: "But you said just now that Qianren Mace is ranked third in the anti-dao, and Qiling is ranked first, why should you be afraid of them?"

Xia Zhitao: "..."

It's over!It makes sense!

She thought about it worryingly, and thought of at least a dozen different ways to enter the mansion, but she forgot that there was a single-person demolition team standing beside her, which was devastating and frightening.

You said that you are a majestic leader of the Demon Cult, not only obsessed with being a beautiful mascot, but also keen to serve tea and water. What are you doing?

Zhang Kuang glanced at the apostle of the Qianren mace, secretly thinking about it, with a few petals lightly gathered between his five fingers, and asked: "Should we sneak in without alarm, or just punch in?"

Xia Zhitao shook his head and said: "Your body has not fully recovered yet, don't waste your spiritual energy, let's go there first and see why the other party came here."

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They showed their figures and walked towards Yang's mansion.

The apostle in black robe slowly raised his head, his pale chin was covered with deep black runes, he watched the figures of the two, his face was hidden in the darkness, and the corners of his lips were pulled up inch by inch.

The smile was stiff and terrifying, lifeless like a marionette. He looked at the two of them, and his tone was calm and flat:

"--Finally home."

Following the man's order, the apostles held black ink long blades, shaped like ghosts, stepping on the overflowing black mist, and formed a formation in an instant.

The pitch-black blade suddenly came out of its sheath, and it slammed into one place fiercely with a cold and sinister air, trapping the two of them involuntarily.

Zhang Kuang's heart tightened, his fingertips overflowed with aura, and his joints suddenly tightened, pulling out several faint blue marks.

However, after the Qianren Mace trapped several people, the leader walked in, caressing the pitch-black blade with his skinny five fingers, and said in a low voice: "The young master has an order, let's save the lives of Yashan and the others for the time being."

The apostles bowed their heads and said yes, and forced them to come over, with the sharp cold blade pressed against their backs, ordering the two to walk towards the mansion.

And as they walked into the house, the heavy wooden door closed behind them with a "bang", isolating the lonely street behind.

The courtyard of the Yang family was full of apostles in black, and the servants were forced to stand in a row along the corridor with their heads held.

The apostle followed closely behind the two, holding their swords against their backs, and strictly controlled their walking speed.

When Zhang Kuang has been wronged like this since he locked the Demon Tower, he moved to Xia Zhitao's side and whispered to her, "Can I beat someone up?"

Xia Zhitao said, "Wait a minute."

Just now that person said "the young master has orders", Xia Zhitao was a little confused, who is this young master with a thousand maces, and what is the purpose of surrounding a mortal mansion with no power to restrain a chicken.

The apostle escorted the two of them through the long corridor and came to the main hall. Xia Zhitao saw Wang Yan, who was tied up and teary, at a glance. He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

A row of apostles kneeled on both sides of the hall. The tables, chairs, and bookcases that were originally placed were overturned to clear a large space.

The head apostle knelt down piously, his voice was hoarse, and he reported: "Young master, the other two Yashan monks you want."

The purple-clothed woman in the high seat laughed lightly, her long black hair was loosely tied, and a string of silver bells hung from the purple butterfly hairpin, which still swayed and jingled.

"It can be counted as coming back."

The corners of her eyes were slightly raised, she sat on the high seat with her legs crossed, a sharp blade was twirling between her five fingers, with a half-smile on her face, she said: "It really makes people wait."

Xia Zhitao never imagined that the purple-clothed woman who the apostle Qianren mace knelt down and respectfully called "Young Master" turned out to be an acquaintance whom he had just met yesterday.

Yang Liangcai's new wife, Miss Liu's second,

——Liu Ling.

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Liu Ling looked at them lazily, the sharp white blade on her fingertips twirled slowly, reflecting half of her sharp and glamorous side face.

There was a person lying prone beside her feet, with disheveled hair, in a state of embarrassment. It was Yang Liangcai who was sitting in front of the chopping board not long ago.

Yang Liangcai's face was pale, and he curled up in pain, sobbing and trembling.

Liu Ling's eyebrows twitched, and she stood up abruptly, the toe of her boot viciously entered into the bone of the man's hand, and she crushed it fiercely, saying in an extremely violent voice, "Shut up!"

The apostles all bent down and knelt down, holding their heads together and not daring to watch the young master's movements, but Zhang Kuang was so frightened that he hurriedly blocked Xia Zhitao behind him, and said nervously, "Don't, don't look."

Xia Zhitao was indeed a little surprised, but not too scared.After all, she has experienced many things in the two lifetimes.

She frowned slightly, and said softly, "Liu Ling?"

Liu Ling tilted her head, her neckline showed a glimpse of pale muscles and bones, her neck was covered with silver-plated arrowheads, the sharp points were cold and sharp, almost piercing into flesh and blood.

"Yashan... really overestimated his own abilities, meddling in other people's business all day long." Liu Ling walked down a few steps from the high platform, her voice was extremely cold, "However, a few Golden Core cultivators dare to interfere with my Qianren mace?"

Wang Yan was gagged, shivering shiveringly, looking at the two for help, tears falling down, grievance turned into a mushroom.

Xia Zhitao looked at her fixedly.

From this point of view, the so-called "Liujinmen" Liu family is probably just a cover, a fake door on the surface, a stronghold for accumulating wealth and collecting intelligence.

Or, the big local family, the second young lady of the Liu family, or even the name "Liu Ling"—it's all just a disguise.

"...I never expected that the famous young master Qianrenmae would be willing to marry a little-known official."

Xia Zhitao said softly, "I don't know how you have been enjoying yourself these past few months?"

Liu Ling was not angry, instead she raised her eyebrows and smiled, her eyes narrowed, looking very happy: "Yes."

"I used different methods and methods to torture this man for several months. Seeing him in pain and exhaustion every day, and even posting posts to Yashan through all kinds of hardships, I felt very happy and happy."

Liu Ling frowned and smiled, and said slowly: "Ruoyashan is not meddling, I can continue playing, and you can keep your heads."

"Coincidentally, Young Master Liu."

Xia Zhitao said leisurely: "You took the first step, but when we came back, we also made a special trip to beat up people - if you beat up enough, why don't you let us vent your anger too?"

She dared to say it, and after saying that, not only did the apostles raise their heads in astonishment, but even Liu Ling was stunned, and she paused for a moment: "What do you mean?"

Xia Zhitao didn't have the slightest fear, looked straight into her eyes, and said in a calm tone, "After we left Yang's residence, we visited the old man of the Wen family."

"After learning about Miss Wen, we made our way to the cliff at the back of the mountain. The cliff mountain's soul-attracting technique, the scented wood as a guide, and the white mist condensed. We met your...friend."

Before Xia Zhitao finished speaking, Liu Ling's fingertips stabbed out like a arrow, whizzed past her head, and nailed straight into the wooden pillar a few inches.

Liu Ling scolded, "Impossible!"

"It's a bunch of nonsense, full of lies! In the past few months, I have ordered monks to recall tens of thousands of souls, but all of them ended in failure."

Her eyes were a little red, and she said fiercely: "Xi Ru has a gentle temper and a kind heart. After his death, his soul has already dispersed, how could he gather together!"

Xia Zhitao sighed: "The Qianren mace never had the ability to conjure souls. I'm afraid the cultivator you captured may not have enough realm to condense and disperse souls."

Different from the red and black of ordinary ghosts, Wen Xiru's soul is almost transparent, and the resentment is too thin to support her to stay in the world.

If it wasn't for a certain leader who was watching from the sidelines and inadvertently helped the aura gather, Xia Zhitao's own words might not be able to summon her soul.

Liu Ling was stunned for a moment, her vigor seemed to be immersed in ice, and it cooled down inch by inch, until it had turned into an inaudible voice in the end, she asked in a trembling voice:

"... what did she say?"

"Miss Wen did not commit suicide, but was murdered. There are many dragging and beating wounds on her body, which should be caused by several men."

Xia Zhitao's voice was somewhat unbearable: "It's been too long, Miss Wen doesn't even remember her name, but she still doesn't want to leave."

Liu Ling's face was pale, but her expression suddenly became excited: "I know...I know it!"

"I've been with her for ten years, and I know her temperament best," Liu Ling bit her lower lip, "How could it be because of this person that she left Grandma Wen, and me...jumping off such a deep cliff."

"And me" was spoken softly, faintly and inaudiblely, submerged in the noisy breathing.

Liu Ling raised her hand and waved it casually, and the Qianren mace apostle, who had trapped several people, stepped back and waited respectfully aside.

Xia Zhitao didn't have any feelings for Yang Liangcai, she had only met him less than three times.

Although she had some doubts in her heart, there was actually no evidence to prove that Yang Liangcai was the one who murdered Wen Xiru, and the motive was not sufficient.

As if noticing Xia Zhitao's doubts, Liu Ling sneered and said, "Do you really think that I married this ghost for no reason?"

She bent down, grabbed Yang Liangcai by the collar, and dragged him up. She raised her eyebrows and smiled, "This guy, who came back to his hometown after being ranked second in high school, when he saw a rich family propose a marriage , I completely forgot about it.”

"Xi Ru came to him full of hope, and it was fine if he was rejected. For his own future, he actually wanted to shut Xi Ru up."

Liu Ling smiled contemptuously, and her voice turned cold: "I found out that he hired two people in the dark pavilion, and those two people appeared on the cliff at the back of the mountain on the same day that Wen Xiru jumped off the cliff."

Yang Liangcai was strangled by the neck, his face flushed red, and he kept begging for mercy.

Liu Ling didn't waver in the slightest, she squeezed her five fingers more and more, and smiled brightly: "What, regret it?"

She let go of her hand, and Yang Liangcai fell to the ground with a "bang", coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood, trembling, not as majestic as before.

"—So, what about Yashan?"

Liu Ling simply sat down on the long steps and looked at the two of them with her chin resting. Her sleeves were pulled back a little, revealing a circle of tempered silver hidden weapons embedded along her wrists.

She squinted her eyes, and said casually: "Yang Liangcai, you can't take him away. However, I don't think you have that ability."

Zhang Kuang has been quietly staying by the side, with a low sense of presence, and didn't say much, but at this moment he suddenly popped up half his head and said softly: "I have the ability."

Liu Ling frowned.

Zhang Kuang still took two steps up, ignoring other people's eyes, and said seriously: "If Zhitao, you don't want to get involved in this matter, we will ignore this person, and I will protect you and Wang Yan to leave."

"But if you want to take Yang Liangcai away, or save his life, you don't need any explanation or reason, as long as you open your mouth and say something."

Zhang Kuang turned his body slightly, glanced at the numerous apostles in the house, outside the door, and in the courtyard, and suddenly sneered:

"...they can't stop me."

His tone was really extremely arrogant, and he didn't pay attention to Qian Renmae, who was ranked third and known as "Bloodthirsty Crazy Demon".

Hearing the opponent's BOSS-level slaying declaration, Xia Zhitao didn't feel scared or terrified, but felt—inexplicably gratified at the first moment.

This child is not doing his job properly every day, and has been addicted to being a mascot for so long. Today, he finally regained a little bit of the dignity of the leader. It is not easy, and we are gratified.

Xia Zhitao was still sighing, and Liu Ling sneered twice in a contemptuous voice: "It's ridiculous! You think you are the leader of the Demon Cult, do you really think you can walk out of this yard safely?"

Zhang Kuang: "..."

Facts have proved that in the fantasy world, it is better not to talk nonsense. Even if you are standing opposite a woman in white with a fairy air, maybe she is really the leader of the Demon Cult.

Zhang Kuang clenching his five fingers and holding back for a while, couldn't bear it anymore, and complained to Xia Zhitao: "Zhitao, I'm really going to hit someone, don't stop me."

Xia Zhitao comforted her, "Don't worry."

This little girl Zhang Kuang may be really too housebound at ordinary times, always staying in Qiling and not coming out, causing the rumors outside to become more and more vicious, more and more outrageous, but very few people have actually seen her.

Liu Ling didn't take Zhang Kuang seriously at all, she crossed her legs on the long steps, and asked impatiently, "What's your answer?"

Xia Zhitao thought for a moment, and said: "According to the rules of Yashan, this matter should drive away the souls of the dead, save Mr. Yang's life, and report to Yashan all the things that Miss Liu and Qian Renmae interfered."

Liu Ling raised her eyebrows: "So?"

Seeing that Xia Zhitao seemed to want to protect her, Liu Ling hooked her fingertips, and the apostles of Qianren Mace pulled out their pitch-black blades and approached them slowly.

Zhang Kuang saved a piece of petals, and was about to overturn Liu Ling's Qianren mace and Yang's mansion together, but Xia Zhitao stretched out his hand to stop him.

Xia Zhitao unhurriedly took out something from the storage ring, spread it out in front of everyone, it was covered with fine brushwork and ink, surrounded by aura, it was Yashan's mission file.

She lowered her head slightly, pulled the two sides of the rice paper with both hands, poured a bit of spiritual energy into her five fingers, and then exerted a lot of force——

"呲啦" there was a crackling sound.

The silk cloth was torn, the paper was scattered, and the dossier was directly torn in half. The gleaming and bright dossier immediately became dim and tired, and the spiritual power attached to it trembled and scattered into overflowing stars.

"We went to see Grandma Wen, and also saw Miss Wen's soul. We have made up our minds about how this matter should be handled and how it should end."

She smiled and spoke softly: "Although Yashan stipulates that no one's life can be taken, and no soul should be allowed to remain in the world. But even though the rules are so, this 'rule' is also made for people."

As soon as Xia Zhitao let go, the dossier that had been split in half fell to the ground with a clang, rolling away far away.

She said calmly, "This is my answer."

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Zhang Kuang: Zhitao is in charge of investigation and analysis, doing tasks and following the plot, and I am in charge of serving tea and water, performing their own duties and being organized, very good.

【Special guest】

Liu Ling: I’m really screwed today. It’s fine for you, the leader of the Demon Cult, to wear white clothes and dress up as a Yashan fairy. Shouldn’t you destroy the entire Yang family as soon as you come in? Why do you stay behind obediently and don’t move? No sound? ? ?

Zhang Kuang: Waiting for Zhitao's order?