Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Before sunset, the sky above Nanlai Town was already covered with dark clouds.The halo belonging to the day was gradually swallowed by the darkness, turning into a groggy one.

After deafening thunder and blinding lightning.

Dense raindrops began to fall on the dark gray sky, and the air was filled with an extremely oppressive coldness and a creepy chill.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Three dull bells rang rhythmically, echoing in the cold and ghostly Nanlai Town.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of suona, which was sharp and mournful, and the heavy and bitter melody contained despair and fear.

Accompanied by the howling wind, the white ghost paper flew wildly, and was quickly washed into debris by the rain.

This is the end of death, representing the demise of another life.

The old man knocking on the gong and shouting "the sky is dry, the things are dry, be careful of the candles", with a dry face full of wrinkles, numbly passed by the funeral procession carrying the coffin.

People die every day in Nanlai Town. Although there are old and young people who die, most of them are young and strong.

And these people, without exception, have been to Heishan several miles to the north or Lanruo Temple at the foot of Heishan.

Montenegro is a towering and majestic mountain, with jagged rocks, black rocks and land, thick locust trees with a ghostly atmosphere, the sun does not shine, and birds and beasts dare not set foot.

Whenever it is late at night, weird fires and thick black mist will appear above the top of the mountain.

It is said that this is the big monster in Montenegro practicing.

It is rumored that this big monster not only has an ugly face and a foul smell, but also specializes in sucking the yang energy of living people.

"Who is dead this time?"

The big black-faced man in a coir raincoat carrying a hoe asked the tall, thin man beside him.

"It's Li Desheng, the eldest nephew of Li Yuan's family. Why doesn't he listen to persuasion for such a fine young man?" The tall and thin man shook his head and sighed.

The thin and tall man was Wang Lusan, in his forties, and although he was also a farmer, but because his wife's younger sister happened to be a maid at Li Yuan's house, she knew some inside information that others didn't know through this relationship.

"Isn't it okay for these young masters to eat and drink at home, and they must go to the cold and terrifying Montenegro to find out."

Wang Lusan really couldn't understand the so-called curiosity-seeking psychology. He didn't see anything and didn't say anything, but he lost his life instead.

In this chaotic world, monsters are wanton.

If you can't control yourself, you will only end up as a mummy after being sucked out of Yang Qi.

Three meters away from Wang Lusan's back, there is a dilapidated tile-roofed house. A young man in a white robe is sheltering from the rain under the eaves. It was deliberately lowered, so the man could still hear the conversation between the two clearly.

The man's appearance is very handsome and delicate, with fair skin and warm eyebrows, a slender and tall figure wrapped in white clothes, all the long black hair is gathered above the top of the head, held by a pure and elegant wooden hairpin, the whole person is full of There is a gentle and elegant elegance.

The man's name is Ning Caichen, from Zhejiang.

Although he heard the conversation between the two peasants, at this moment, Ning Caichen was thinking more about hurrying on his way as soon as the rain stopped.

He is going to Jinhua to do business, and there are not many troubles on the way. If he can arrive as soon as possible, he can save some overnight expenses.

I hope the rain will stop soon...

Just as Ning Caichen was thinking, it was as if the sky had heard the prayer in his heart. The originally dense rain began to gradually decrease. After a few minutes, although the sky was still groggy, the rain had completely stopped.

Ning Caichen looked happy, put the exquisite book basket made of bamboo and wood on the back of his feet, and stepped into the damp and cold scene.

He walked quickly, fast and steady, and after an hour, he crossed the crowded street and walked towards the overgrown woods in front of him under the darkening sky.

The weeds were very tall, almost reaching Ning Caichen's knees, and the branches of the tall locust tree looked like claws and claws, which looked cold and terrifying in the gloomy environment.

The further you go in, the colder the air becomes.

Ning Caichen tightened his grip on the hemp rope of the book basket, and once again accelerated his pace.He wanted to get out of the woods before it was completely dark.

However, after walking like this for less than half an hour, Ning Caichen stopped because of the scene in front of him.

Just about ten meters away from him, a young man in purple clothes was half lying on the ground, with his hands on the ground, looking up at the man in red who was very close to him with an obsessive expression. .

The facial features of this purple-clothed man are quite upright and handsome, but there is a kind of deficiency between the brows that is obviously after excessive indulgence.

As for the man in red who was being stared at by the man, since the other party's back was facing Ning Caichen, the angle made it impossible for him to see what this man looked like, and he couldn't even tell that he was wearing a red suit. Whether the person is male or female.

But just judging from that curvaceous back, whether it's the silky black hair that hangs behind her like thick ink, or the slender waist gathered under the flamboyant red dress, it's all explained The other party should be an extremely beautiful person.

Feeling the gaze behind her, Fu Zhenhong did not look back at the owner of the gaze.

In fact, Fu Zhenhong sensed Ning Caichen's existence as early as when he stepped into the woods.

Although Ning Caichen is a very important figure in the plot of this world, at the moment Fu Zhenhong's attention is more on the idiot in front of him.

Fu Zhenhong's identity in this world is a great demon on the Black Mountain, who has transformed into form after thousands of years.

In the original plot setting, the cultivation of the Black Mountain old demon needs to be constantly improved by sucking the yang energy of living people.The stronger and better a man is, the more yang energy he has, and the faster his cultivation will improve after smoking.

After Fu Zhenhong became the most famous monster in Liaozhai's picture book, although he didn't need to rely on the yang energy of living people to improve his cultivation, he could completely control the monster's instinctive desire to eat.

But since some idiot offered to deliver it to his door, he had no reason to refuse.

After all, this idiot is not a kind person worth letting go,

The corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips twitched slightly, and the idiot's obsessive expression was reflected in the dark and deep pupils, his eyes were as cold as looking at a dead person.

Ning Caichen couldn't see the face of the man in red, but he could feel that the air suddenly became colder and colder at this moment.

Even though there was no wind around, there was a bone-piercing coldness that pierced through his clothes, penetrated into his skin, and penetrated straight into his bone marrow.

Ning Caichen's body trembled uncontrollably. He subconsciously crossed his arms and hugged them tightly in front of his chest, wanting to poke his skin with his palms to rub for warmth, so as to get rid of the heat caused by the sudden drop in temperature. brought the cold.

And at this moment, the man in red suddenly raised his hand, lifting the man's chin in purple with his index finger.

Ning Caichen saw this man's hand, which was white and slender, with clear bones, every joint was flawless and perfect, the fingertips were as round as jade, and under the gloomy sky, there was a little pink-like attractiveness. luster.

For a moment, Ning Caichen actually forgot the biting coolness and coldness. When he saw this hand, he only felt that it was very beautiful.

It is like smooth and delicate gelatin, and it is also like cold and quiet frost and snow.

However, before Ning Caichen had time to sigh more, his thoughts were interrupted by what happened next.

A sharp blue light burst out from the tip of that beautiful index finger, and the purple-clothed man who was still blushing and intoxicated widened his eyes in horror.

A blue halo shrouded his face, and his face quickly became old, dry, and blackened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally became an ugly corpse that could not be seen clearly.

And all of this happened in just five seconds.

With a "bang", the mummy fell to the ground with a heavy muffled sound.

This sound also made Ning Caichen completely react.

Yes... It's a monster!

Ning Caichen was frightened, sweat dripped from his forehead, he instinctively stepped back, but accidentally stepped on a dead branch.

"Crack——"

The sound of branches breaking was particularly piercing in the silent and heavy cold atmosphere.

Oops!

Ning Caichen's heart tightened, and fear and horror swept his whole body in an instant, his hairs stood on end, and his spine felt cold.

The will to survive drove Ning Caichen's brain, he was about to turn around and run away, but at this moment the monster turned his head and shot his cold eyes straight at him.

Looking at each other, Ning Caichen's feet seemed to be frozen, and he should have run away immediately, but he stood there in a daze, looking at the red-clothed man with a blank face. Clothed monster.

So beautiful.

The beauty has reached an extreme, blurring the boundaries of gender.

Ning Caichen is full of knowledge, but at this moment, he can't find a word or description that can completely fit this beauty, because all the words and embellishments seem to be pale under such a face.

Many glamorous monsters were depicted in the fairy tales, and Ning Caichen would occasionally read one or two of them, but the faces outlined in those words were not comparable to the half-comfort of the man in red.

His eyebrows are cut like ink, his peach eyes are delicate and charming, and under the straight bridge of his nose is a delicate and thin lip like a flower... Every frame and every inch seems to have been carefully crafted by the creator.

Perhaps it was because he had just absorbed the yang energy of a living person, the monster standing next to a gray-black mummy exudes a coquettish and lazy coldness.

Very beautiful and beautiful, but with a deadly poison.

His eyes were the purest pitch black, cold and cold, with

The sense of distance is unreachable, but the eyebrows are extremely gorgeous and seductive.

Ning Caichen was stunned.

For this beauty that suddenly hit the eyes.

Before he came back to his senses, Fu Zhenhong flashed and appeared in front of Ning Caichen in an instant.

Now, Ning Caichen finally understood why the man in purple had such an intoxicated and obsessed expression just now.

At this moment, looking at this monster so closely, Ning Caichen was almost out of breath.And it's not because of fear or fear and anxiety, but a kind of tension that doesn't know what to do or how to deal with it.

Ning Caichen's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he opened his lips slightly: "You..." He just made a sound when his throat was directly pinched by a hand.

The cold touch on the neck is extremely delicate and smooth, but without any warmth, it is a kind of coldness and chill that seems to have pierced into the bone marrow.

pain.

It hurts!

Ning Caichen tried his best to make a sound, but with the gradual tightening of his strength, he could only spit out a pale and weak broken moan from the cracks in his lips.

The strong smell of blood surged up to Ning Caichen's throat. At this moment, the feeling of suffocation made Ning Caichen's fair and handsome face turn red.

Just when Ning Caichen thought he was about to die, the hand that was holding his neck suddenly loosened.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at Ning Caichen obliquely behind him, and in the next second his body dissipated into a blue halo and disappeared on the spot.

Ning Caichen held his neck and coughed non-stop. After regaining his breath, he felt as if he had just walked through the gate of hell.

He glanced at the mummy not far away.

The monster had left and he was the only one left.

There is also a faint fragrance in the air, which is the smell emanating from the monster just now. It is a very unique fragrance, like the coldness of the fusion of the empty mountain and the boundless sea.

Ning Caichen put his hand on his chest with lingering fear, it was still throbbing violently.

Ning Caichen couldn't tell whether it was because of fear or something else.

But one thing is undeniable...

There was a faint joy in the depths of his heart.

The monster didn't take his life, and the other party let him go at the last moment.

Thinking of this, Ning Caichen's chest felt slightly warm.This is an extremely weird feeling. He should be grateful that his life was not terminated, but the direction of his uneasiness is more about why the monster let him go.

What had caused the Yokai to suddenly change his mind, was it something else, or was it... himself?

Ning Caichen pursed his lips, and stroked the bruise on his neck where he was pinched.

At this moment, there was a sharp sound of wind in the air, and a man in Taoist robe flew to stand beside Ning Caichen.

This is an extremely handsome and handsome man, tall and straight, with tough and deep facial features, his skin is a healthy wheat color, black hair is tied in a messy way on the top of his head, only a few strands hang down from his temples, Blowing slightly with the cool wind.

He carried a long sword wrapped in white cloth on his back, and held a gossip compass in his hand.His eyes fell on the gray-black mummy not far away, and a hint of obscurity and gloom flashed in his sharp eyes like blades.

It's still too late.

Ning Caichen looked at the man who suddenly appeared beside him, and quickly judged from the man's attire that he was a Taoist priest who caught monsters.

"The monster... has already left." Ning Caichen spoke in an inexplicable tone.

"Yes." Yan Chixia was in a very bad mood.

He chased the monster all the way to find this place. Although he didn't know what monster it was transformed by, but just judging by the powerful monster, this monster would be the most powerful monster he has ever encountered.

After his eyes stayed on the pinch marks on Ning Caichen's neck for two seconds, the scholar in white had a handsome face, his brows were upright and warm, and the yang energy on his body was extremely pure, which was the most likely to be targeted by monsters.

"Take this with you." Yan Chixia took out a yellow charm from her bosom, "It will protect your life at critical moments."

Ning Caichen took the talisman cautiously, and said very politely: "Thank you for the life-saving talisman, Taoist priest, Xiaosheng Ning Caichen, I don't know how to address the Taoist priest."

"Yan Chixia." After finishing speaking, Yan Chixia stopped talking to Ning Caichen, but continued to chase Ning Caichen looking for the evil spirit.