Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

The whole village was immersed in darkness, there was no moon or stars in the sky, and it was impossible to see anything clearly outside the house.

Qian Yichen got out of bed immediately, rolled up the sleeves of his big wedding dress and slammed open the door: "Who's there!"

The deceitful method had no effect, and the courtyard was quiet, except for the two horses tied in the corner flicking their tails.

Qian Yichen looked back at the bright room, mustered up the courage to walk into the night, but still found nothing.

Maybe like what He Lanjiu said, he got it wrong.

"How about it, let me just say that there is no one?" The tall bride leaned against the door, her black hair hanging down behind her, "A few feet around... No, the whole village is very normal. It's as clean as the breath."

"It's normal now that is the biggest abnormality. Those brides can't possibly run away by themselves." Qian Yichen took a few steps hesitantly, still feeling uneasy.

He Lanjiu laughed at his suspicious look, and slowly rubbed his shoulders: "I have to go to rest, you see Sheng Yuan next door is sleeping like dead, by the way, you sleep on your side tonight."

"No, it's too crowded inside, and I don't have the slightest self-protection ability like before. The spirit control technique is enough to deal with most of the ghosts and evil spirits." Qian Yichen's voice gradually lowered, his expression suddenly became tense, and he went straight to Push open the door of the tile-roofed house in the south!

The door panel was opened inward, and the inside was quiet and gloomy. The lights were not turned on, but the flint was placed on the table and all the furniture was available.

Only Sheng Yuan was gone.

"This..." Qian Yichen was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly grabbed the flint to light the oil lamp, and the soybean-sized light instantly illuminated the entire room.

Unlike the wedding room, this room was clean only near the entrance, and the rest of the room seemed unused at first glance, as if it had been put down halfway through cleaning, and the dust formed a clear line.

He Lanjiu appeared behind him like a ghost, and looked at the cracked tables and chairs: "Sheng Yuan was cleaning the house before. He didn't want to disturb us, so he didn't turn on the lights. The dust on the ground was heavy, and there was no trace of struggle."

A strange picture immediately appeared in Qian Yichen's mind. Sheng Yuan, with that scholarly fair face, walked back and forth quietly in the room, moving the tables, chairs and benches away, and then took out the broom to sweep the dust, all in silence. , for fear of alarming them next door...

And then the broom fell to the ground with a soft slap, and it was over.

"Sheng Yuan is obviously a human being, you almost strangled him to death without revealing his real body, and there was no abnormal aura just now..." Qian Yichen murmured in the dead silence of the room.

"In this world, it's not monsters that have evil thoughts." He Lanjiu reminded meaningfully, leaning over to touch the ground in the corner of the room covered with dusty cobwebs, "It looks clean from the outside, but it's really dirty inside. "

The dust on the ground is about the thickness of a copper coin, so it will have to be put aside for at least two or three years.

Moreover, if the house is new, it does not necessarily mean that it has just been built, or it may be that no one has ever lived in it since it was built.

Qian Yichen paced back and forth in the room for a few steps in disbelief, suddenly felt a click on the top of his head, and chased him out before he could say a word.

Sure enough, there are people on the roof!

Under the deep night, the uninvited guest was silent on the ridge, his face was immersed in the darkness and he could not see clearly, even the color of his clothes could not be distinguished.

Qian Yichen bent down and wrote a line of words with his backhand on his lap, and the spirits of plants and trees came frantically and gathered into the wind, floating up to the roof with just a touch of his toes.

The other party backed away vigilantly, and flew away with a whoosh, like a black butterfly when the toga's sleeves were stretched out.

"Wait." He Lanjiu also noticed the sound coming out, and pressed his shoulder but didn't intend to catch up. "Use your spiritual sense to see clearly, he doesn't smell at all."

Qian Yichen's hot blood rushing to the top of his head slowly calmed down, he squinted his eyes and chased after the figure of that person, only to realize how dangerous it was just now: "Not a human... nor a monster?!"

Ordinary people have vitality, ghosts have resentment, and even monsters have their own unique marks. It is impossible for there to be lifeless things in this world... The person just now is like a shadow, and it is impossible to discern what it is with spiritual power , as if it only existed in their eyes!

No wonder He Lanjiu wanted to stop him, the most terrifying thing in the world is not being powerful, but being unknown.

Before finding out the details of the other party, you must not approach rashly.

"However, do you think that person's clothes... look familiar?" Qian Yichen didn't speak until the figure had completely disappeared, unable to find any suitable adjectives for a long time.

"Looking at the outline, it looks like a wedding dress." He Lanjiu fell lightly from the roof.

The bright-colored Xiapei and the twelve scarlet fairy skirts, even if you only see the outline, you can imagine the auspicious patterns embroidered by the woman on the skirt.

Qian Yichen was reminded by him that it was indeed the shape of the wedding dress.

During the day, when I accompanied He Lanjiu to buy wedding clothes, there was no wedding dress in the clothing store that could be worn by a person of his height, so I compared with the boss for a long time, discussing how to connect a piece of fabric, and pulled the clothes to observe It's been a long time, so it looks familiar.

The shadow in the wedding gown was nowhere to be seen, Qian Yichen stood on the eaves and turned his head to look around, only to find that the surrounding area was pitch black, and the only place between the sky and the earth was still lit with orange lights.

After missing several brides, Hongran Village finally lost a groom.

The next day, it was just dawn.

Qian Yichen was so worried that he didn't sleep all night. The person in the wedding dress didn't have any scent to identify, and it was really not suitable to look for it with his eyes under the night, so he reluctantly waited until the early morning before leaving.

The dragon and phoenix red candles had already burned out after one night, and the tears of the large candles flowed from the copper candlesticks and piled up together.

Losing interest, He Lanjiu threw the phoenix crown on the corner of the bed, and changed into the red dress she usually wore: "My lord——"

"Can you stop shouting?" Qian Yichen felt the back of his neck get hairy, and hurriedly left the room, "Go to the village to look for it first, strange things happen here, maybe that person can't go far."

He Lanjiu was dragged out of the door by him involuntarily, with a face full of sleepiness.

The degree of depression in Hongran Village has already been experienced yesterday. Today, when I look closely, the degree of decline has increased to a higher level. As far as I can see, there are no intact houses at all. Most of them have broken windows or leaking roofs. A few clumps of weeds Sparsely protruding from the cracks in the wall.

Qian Yichen suddenly discovered that the degrees of decay of these vacant houses were not the same. In other words, the villagers did not evacuate suddenly, but moved out one after another within two or three years.

Because they couldn't dye such a good red brocade, they left in batches?

This reason also seems to make sense.

"I'm hungry. There's nothing to eat here, but we can go hunting rabbits in the wild later." He Lanjiu followed behind him with folded arms, and said listlessly.

Qian Yichen collected clues with the earnestness of playing a reasoning game, but he was actually a little thirsty: "There must be no shortage of wells in the village of Dyeing Cloth, look for them along the grass marks, drink some water to fill your stomach first, and go if you don't find any. Eat in nearby counties.”

A place with dense grass must have plenty of water. The two walked along the path for a while, and they found the former dyeing workshop in the village.

The dyeing workshop is not in the center of the village, but is built along the river. Countless dyeing vats are spread out on the ground, and the areas are divided according to different colors. However, due to the long time, most of the dyeing vats have incomplete edges, and only a few of them are still intact. A shallow layer of sewage.

The bamboo poles used to dry the fabrics were treated with hot oil during manufacture and were not eaten by moths, so they fell crookedly aside.

"We haven't been walking for long, and Sheng Yuan's yard is not far from here." He Lanjiu had a keen sense of distance, walked past rows of dry dye vats, and entered the depths of the workshop.

The silk cloth and other raw materials have been cleaned up by craftsmen, only the faint and special smell of dye remains in the air.

Qian Yichen said abruptly: "The villagers make a living by dyeing cloth, and the location very close to an important place like the dyeing workshop is usually reserved for important people like the village chief."

"Really?" He Lanjiu stopped in front of her, turning her head to look back with a half-smile.

"Don't look at me like that, I know what you want to say... Sheng Yuan is definitely not telling the truth, but he didn't look like a fake when he asked for help." Qian Yichen was stared at for a moment, and retorted uncomfortably.

So He Lanjiu really didn't open his mouth to sneer and sneer, and stretched out his long sleeves to the distance: "Then the best place for the dyeing workshop is here, it seems that it should be reserved for important dyeing vats?"

The size of an ordinary dyeing vat is at most enough for an adult man to squat with his knees in it, but this vat placed on the steps is too big, even if it is broken into several pieces, people can still imagine him in good condition.

Qian Yichen stepped forward and stretched out his hands to compare. This broken jar of imperial level is about one foot in diameter when it is complete, and it is extremely deep. It is not a problem to stuff four or five people into it.

If it is filled with the red dye boiled from madder, it is almost like filling a vat full of blood!

"It's really interesting..." He Lanjiu walked around it with interest, and knocked a few times, "It's not easy for the folks to make such a big container, and they want to smash it on purpose?"

"Don't hit it first, maybe the cloth can't be dyed well, and someone smashed it in a fit of anger." Just as Qian Yichen said to stop him, he accidentally cut his palm by the edge of the broken vat, and a string of blood beads suddenly appeared.

But when the human blood dripped onto the surface of the pottery dye vat, it just slid along the edge and fell to the ground without any abnormality, and there was no frightening situation of being absorbed in a swish.

Qian Yichen was relieved, this container was completely dead.

"Good looking new daughter-in-law, what are you doing here!"

There was an old man with white beard and hair standing there leaning on a cane, his wrinkled eyes couldn't hide his surprise: "Hurry up, hurry up, this dyeing workshop eats people, hurry back!"

Qian Yichen turned his head when he heard the voice, pointed to He Lanjiu who was wearing a red shirt beside him and asked, "New wife? Him? Whose daughter-in-law has such a bad personality, she really can't get married... After all, there are still people living in this village Ah! Old man, I have something to ask you."

"Isn't it? I, I'm really old and dizzy." The old man who persuaded people to leave approached and squinted his eyes for a long time, and immediately relaxed. "What do you two young masters want to ask?"

Qian Yichen jumped down the steps: "I heard that the brides here will disappear on the night of their wedding, is it true?"

The old man's expression was a little stiff, and the wrinkles deepened: "It turns out that you have also heard about this incident... yes, it started about two or three years ago, and who... yes, it is the youngest son of the Sheng family. The daughter-in-law was the first to disappear."