Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

Qian Yichen left the border of Qingzhou step by step, full of worries about traveling thousands of miles... Even if he is not Feng Fan's mother, at least he watched the former protagonist walk over, so worry about what's wrong!

But no matter how unwilling, since he decided to go to Jinling with He Lanjiu first, he couldn't go back on his word.

Besides, that guy said something intentionally or unintentionally last night, which made him very concerned.

"...I've always wondered if everything would be different if I had a human body?"

Is that why he insisted on getting plasticine?

Qian Yichen remained silent under the lamp, and he never complained when packing his luggage.

Perhaps it was not He Lanjiu's original intention to be stuffed into the body of Chi Ma, and he has been alone since he can remember... He also really wanted to know how the other party grabbed the fashion value from the protagonist.

Qian Yichen compromised without complaining in the misery, and didn't notice that after He Lanjiu said that sentence, there was a weird and proud smile on the corner of his mouth.

I don't know how many miles outside the city of Qingzhou, in the wild countryside.

Qian Yichen changed into a light and thin gown, which made him look even more immortal. He walked briskly in the wild, ignoring the wind blowing over the back of his neck.

"What a ghostly place, there are no villages nearby, and you can't even rest your feet..." He Lanjiu was still complaining, even though he wasn't tired, his long hair swaying behind him, like a ghost in red who couldn't rest assured.

Qian Yichen walked rustlingly through the gradually recovering grass: "You are the one who is going to Jinling, and you are the one who is dawdling all the way. If you don't want to go, turn around now, and if you speed up your pace, you might be able to catch up with Feng Fan."

"I dawdled just because I didn't want to catch up with him." He Lanjiu said bluntly, and suddenly stopped excitedly, "Hey, there is no other way to hurry up!"

Qian Yichen stopped in front of him solemnly: "Didn't it be agreed, we must never demonize in a place where there are people, and we will have to be chased and killed by monks all the way after the induction of the magic weapon."

He Lanjiu pursed her lips, and looked up at the starry sky with disdain: "It's really troublesome, isn't it just a monk, and there have been many before..."

For a long time... To be precise, since he can remember, as a heterogeneous between mortals and monsters, his main survival mode is like this——

First, pretend to be a mortal and enter the deep mountains and old forests, lure monsters to attack and fight back, collect monster souls to make puppets, and exchange their skins and flesh for money.

Second, release a little demonic energy to wander in the world, luring hunters or monks to attack and fight back, grab magic weapons and exchange them for money, and eat them as snacks.

All in all, the little life is very enjoyable. If it is not forcibly breaking into Fenglin Prefecture, I don't know where the waves have gone.

"I don't care what you were like before, but if you want to do something messy from now on, absolutely! No way!" Qian Yichen's warning voice echoed through the wilderness, and there was no echo. Palpitating quiet.

Won't it wake up some strange beast in the dark?

As if to confirm his statement, hurried footsteps came from a quieter place, parting the grass and running towards them all the way, as if they were being chased by a monster in a panic.

"Help, help! It's gone again, it's gone again!"

The man's wailing was so shrill that he almost changed his tone. He threw himself in front of Qian Yichen, and after confirming that he was alive, he hugged his waist for help. Trembling, he saw He Lanjiu in the red robe again.

"what!!!"

The man screamed again.

Qian Yichen was sure that he was a very ordinary mortal, and thought that the other party was treating He Lanjiu as a vengeful spirit that haunted midnight, but after careful consideration, he felt wrong.

Because that man was also wearing a red dress, but it wasn't the cold and lifeless red of Li Gui.

But very brand new and bright, the clothes of the groom's official.

……

The firewood set up a fire, and occasionally there was a crackling sound when burning, and the jumping light was particularly obvious in the dark night.

Qian Yichen added a branch to the bonfire, and when he turned his face, he saw the groom wake up leisurely, and smiled at him under the firelight: "Are you all right? It's safe here. I'm a cultivator from Yunyou. You met If there is any trouble, please tell me."

"No, it's not in the way. In Xia Shengyuan, I have met the Taoist priest." The groom who was lying on the ground slowly got up, and found that his left arm was a little uncomfortably soft, "I am... what's wrong?"

Qian Yichen stirred up the fire, and patiently reminded: "You shouted for help just now, and then passed out while hugging me. That...the arm was just accidentally hurt when carrying you, and it will be fine if you keep it for a few days gone."

At the end, he coughed a few times and glared at He Lanjiu.

"Don't blame me, he grabbed you too tightly, and he couldn't separate you without taking off his arms." He Lanjiu sat cross-legged across from the campfire, telling the truth without concealing his consciousness, with a look of arrogance as to what you can do to me expression.

Sheng Yuan: "..."

After a pause, the fleeing groom woke up like a dream, and threw himself in front of Qian Yichen beggingly: "Master Daoist, please save my wife's life! I...knew I shouldn't have brought her back, I knew Wrong, please save her!"

When Qian Yichen lowered his gaze, he felt a soft sense of pity, and he felt guilty when he yelled one by one: "Saving people must be saved. You should explain clearly what happened first. Monsters cannibalize people, or are evil spirits causing trouble?"

"Demon, demon...?" Sheng Yuan said hesitantly like a frail scholar, probably read a lot of sage books, "I am from the nearby Hongran Village, and today I brought a married couple. My wife came back to worship the ancestors..."

If it's just worshiping ancestors, that's fine.

Hongran is a small village that is gradually declining. There are no other reasons for the decline. I don’t know from which year, the brides who marry here will disappear on the night of their marriage!

Taoist priests invited, monks invited, and even hunters from the Hunter Union came to investigate, but nothing was found.

As long as there is a marriage in the village, the bride will still disappear on the night of the wedding. After she loses it, she will dig three feet into the ground, and even the body will not be found.

The people nearby thought it was ominous, and they never dared to approach it lightly, and the people in the village moved away one after another, and within a few years it became desolate and deserted.

Sheng Yuan is regarded as a married man. After getting married at his father-in-law's house, he brought his family back home to worship the ancestors. In order to make his parents who had passed away long ago feel at ease in the underground, he simply wore a wedding dress with the bride and talked in front of the elder's spiritual tablet. He didn't plan to do it again. .

But just by mistake, his wife also disappeared.

Sheng Yuan was so frightened that he ran out of the old house in a panic, unable to ask for help in the almost deserted village, he stumbled and ran farther and farther.

Seeing that his expression was extremely anxious, Qian Yichen pulled him to stand up immediately: "You lead the way, no matter what, first go to the place where the bride was lost."

They couldn't see the village for a long time. In fact, they walked on the side road. Hongran Village is not very far from here, so it should be too late now.

He Lanjiu held her chin unmoved and put her elbows on her knees: "Wait, is that how you plan to go?"