Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

The soul of a mortal who is forced to stay in the world is easily infected by complicated desires. Even if he does not become a ghost, he will lose his self-consciousness, so a container is needed for sustenance.

In the whole world, what is more suitable for a fragile soul than a human body?

Fish like water's housekeeping skill and bone separation technique is simply the only magic weapon to divide the soul and life. The materials are simple and easy to obtain, unlike Nuwa's modeling clay, which is hard to find, and the subject also has the effect of losing half of the body weight!

The reason why he praised this point was because He Lanjiu was carrying Feng Fan back to the old house in Qingzhou without any effort, but his face was very ugly.

"If you don't want to, let me do it. It's not heavy anyway." Qian Yichen was about to reach out to pick up the light wounded man, but his fingertips slid over his clothes.

He Lanjiu picked up the unconscious Feng Fan with one hand very chicly, quickened her pace and flatly refused: "You can't carry others as agreed, if you really feel sorry, you can carry me."

"That means you and Feng Fan will carry it together!" Qian Yichen put the heavy sword behind his back and tied the wrapping cloth even tighter.

It's not far from here to the old house, just now the four of them calculated according to their combat power, and went to find the wandering ghost Xiu from Yu Rushui, while the rest went back to the old house to help Feng Fan solve the trouble.

After all, there is still a descendant of the Fuzhou Hua family left there, and there has been no news from Hua Ling for such a long time, so it is impossible to guarantee whether something went wrong again.

Speaking of ghosts, the first shadow that flashed before Qian Yichen's eyes was a black dog. Lan finally didn't want them to find a ghost cultivator who could call back souls, so he tried every means to hinder his actions?

But this is also good news, proving that Lan finally found no one, and the soul of the pawnshop manager was not destroyed.

Now his spiritual sense is much easier to use than before. Looking back cautiously, there is not even a trace of evil spirit near the path.

"What are you waiting for?" He Lanjiu realized that there was no one around, and turned around with Feng Fan in his hand, "If you don't want to go back, I'll let him go. It's still too late to chase fish like water, and the soul-calling flag is much more important than a mortal. The soldiers are divided into two groups It's just for such a small matter, don't you always put the overall situation first?"

Qian Yichen was stunned, and quickened his pace to catch up: "I know there are many things to do, but I have to do everything, and you can't carry Feng Fan on your back!"

Just talking about He Lanjiu's face, if he changed into a college uniform, he might be a school girl...or a character of the school flower level. Just such a character holds his schoolbag on his shoulder with one hand, turns around and glances casually, do you think he is handsome?

Honestly speaking, handsome.

But the problem is that Feng Fan, who is unconscious now, is that schoolbag!

The unlucky protagonist didn't know anything about it, and his limbs dangled weakly behind He Lanjiu's back, sleeping very peacefully.

The principle of the bone division technique is to distribute them equally, and under the control of fish like water, they have reached a very balanced state. The brother and sister are half of each other, and Feng Fan's missing body is filled with plastic clay.

Someone was constantly destroying his sister's body, so Feng Fan used his own part to get over it, and the remaining body was not enough to maintain the action.

"You don't care about me." He Lanjiu turned a deaf ear and walked straight to the old house, her posture was so smooth and elegant.

...Brother, are you on the catwalk?

If he was carrying a log, Qian Yichen would definitely go up and grab it unambiguously.

But if it was Feng Fan, he could guarantee that that person would not let go, causing the protagonist to be torn in two like a saw before saving the common people.

The ancient rusty copper bell under the old house of the Feng family was still the same as it was before leaving, and there was no abnormality when the door was opened and entered.

"Why are you back?" Hua Ling, the housekeeper, was cracking melon seeds in the yard, and a cloud of vegetation aura shrouded in her left hand was turning regularly in the corner, giving birth to those flower seedlings.

A light-colored orchid blooms silently in early spring, surrounded by aura, so it will not wither.

Qian Yichen put the epee on the table in the courtyard, and looked around suspiciously: "Where are the others? You didn't notice anything?"

"Aunt Zhao went out to buy vegetables, and Xiao Yu is still sleeping in the house." Hua Ling tilted her head in confusion, and was even more puzzled by his attitude as if facing a big enemy, "What's wrong with Feng Fan?"

"Cough..." Feng Fan opened his black and white pupils, and after getting close to the other half of his body, he temporarily woke up, and slowly sat on the wooden bench while leaning on the edge of the table.

He Lanjiu patted the non-existent dust on his hands: "Look, isn't it all right?"

The spells around the old house are not decorations, and since Hua Ling is in charge, it is impossible for evil spirits to sneak in silently, but why is there still a problem with my sister's body?

Lan Zhong can also perfectly hide the evil spirit, but the disadvantage is the same as He Lanjiu, as long as he uses his ability, he will be exposed... How did he do it?

"I'm going to see Xiao Yu, do you want to go back and lie down?" Qian Yichen was about to help but was rejected, so he could only go to his sister's room to see the situation.

Hua Ling looked inexplicably at the three people who had returned suddenly, and ate a handful of melon seeds: "You didn't take me with you when you went to the league meeting, why did you just come back like this? The courtyard is very clean, there is nothing unusual about it."

Qian Yichen entered the main house in the north, only to realize that what she said was true.

Xiao Yu was lying on the bed covered with a thin quilt, breathing long and calmly, no different from before.

Then why is it difficult for Feng Fanhui to act? !

Qian Yichen took a look at Xiao Yu from a distance, and suddenly noticed something was wrong!

No, it's not clean here, but... something is missing.

The demon soul of the emerald python disappeared!

He Lanjiu has always brought the only remaining servant with him. Since when did the ghost spirit no longer exist around him?

Qian Yichen's fingertips trembled slightly, and he suddenly remembered - he hadn't seen the ghost following him when he set out to go to the pawn shop, but now there is no such thing in the yard either.

One more thing... He Lanjiu, who doesn't care about anything, said for the first time on the way back to the old house that she would go to Yu Rushui to track down the summoning banner, and she didn't want to come back.

With a worried expression, he turned around resolutely, and waved to He Lanjiu from a distance at the door: "Come over and see, are you haunted by some ghost?"

He Lanjiu was still not interested in anything, and reluctantly approached, and the moment he stepped over the threshold, he grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the room!

"Hush." ​​Qian Yichen turned his back with a serious face, gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, "Is it you——did something to Xiaoyu?"

He Lanjiu's eyebrows twitched, but her smile remained the same: "It doesn't look like anything unusual."

"I know!" Qian Yichen realized that he was too excited after growling, and adjusted the volume again, "Don't pretend to be confused, what did you do with the blood supporting the demon soul?"

He Lanjiu broke away his fingers that were gripping her tightly, and looked at the sleeping girl in the boudoir with folded arms: "I have cast a spell with the demon soul that will not happen immediately, and it has been activated now, and the drop of blood is dripping on that body. The inside of the human body surged. As a result, Feng Fan had to use his own part to fill it up, and in the end there was only plasticine left... I have been looking for it for many years, so I must get it."

Qian Yichen felt helpless against his frank evil, and emphasized heavily: "Stop it right now! You don't lack a body, so what's the use of using plastic clay? Can I help you replace it with something else? You're obviously chasing Lan Zhong. The plan, and let me come back in vain..."

"I..." He Lanjiu smiled deeper, trying to explain something but found him out.

Feng Fan, whose body was getting lighter and lighter, finally fell down. The background sound was Hua Ling's exclamation, constantly losing energy to fill up the part of his sister.

Qian Yichen rushed forward a few steps and then turned his head, pointing at him with admonishment, before nervously going to check on Feng Fan.

As long as that drop of blood is drawn out, he can return to normal...but is it worth it?

He Lanjiu scratched his chin thinking of Qian Yichen's promise, and suddenly felt that plastic clay was not that precious, so he raised his hand to dispel the spell.

He does not lack a body, but only a human body.

The blood of the human soul and demon body can also become the soul body, and the effect is not as good as that of bone division or plastic clay, but with more of it, Feng Fan will be able to use about [-]% of the body in the future.

Deep in the boudoir, under the bed, a dog with pure black fur slowly emerged, and stopped lightly: "Are you looking at Qian Yichen? That person is good to everyone, but only I know what you want. "

"Really?" He Lanjiu didn't look back, nor did he remind everyone in the courtyard that Lan Zhong was right behind him.

Lan Zhong's gaze stretched out from his feet: "Not only that, I also know who your family is, and why I let you live in the body of a monster."

"Do I look like a poor ghost with no company?" He Lanjiu kicked him, "You are really stupid to use things that others don't care about as a bargaining chip. No wonder you have to bother to promote a bad day that is of no benefit."

Lan finally stuck out his tongue and asked, "Who said there is no benefit?"

"Hurry up, get out, I'm not interested in running errands for the Hunter League to solve the evil day, but it's too annoying for you to stay here." Say who hates it.

"You think I'm redundant, but you are redundant in the eyes of others." Lan finally left the last sentence and went back into the darkness, his eyes frighteningly bright in the dark.

He Lanjiu didn't take it seriously, and walked out briskly, waiting for Qian Yichen to say something pleasant, such as praising him for giving up wanting to make clay figures and taking care of the overall situation.

but……

"Don't worry, I'll help you with anything in the future." Qian Yichen turned his back to the door of the room, and patted Feng Fan's back, who was gradually recovering, wondering if he remembered that there was someone behind him.

He Lanjiu slowly squeezed her palm tightly.

What he wants is not fraternity, but preference.

Even if Qian Yichen gave up the quilt that he had warmed all his life, for some unknown reason, he was still not as good as Feng Fan.

"boom!!!"

The silver-blue fox fire shot up into the sky, brushing against Feng Fan's body and burning the courtyard wall at the end into ashes.

The red lines around He Lanjiu's eyes stretched down to his neck, and he stood idly in the yard and smiled, "I'm sorry, because there is someone who likes you, so I think you... are very, very unpleasant."