Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

"Is the youngest son of the Sheng family called Sheng Yuan?" Qian Yichen's heart was pounding, and the experience of the past two days suddenly shrouded in a layer of fog.

The old man shook his white-haired head: "Yes, that's the name. His wife disappeared quietly on the night of their marriage. Since then, as long as there is a girl married in this village, no one can keep it! Others moved one after another. Let's go, old man, I have no children and nowhere to go, so I just waited to die here, and I was afraid that others would approach this ominous enemy, so I dragged this old bone around every day... I was dazzled just now, and mistook this young man I'm really sorry to recognize you as the bride."

It turned out that Sheng Yuan was not the last victim, but the first one.

Qian Yichen suppressed his wandering thoughts, and smiled very kindly: "We are actually monks from Yunyou, and we came here specially to find out about this matter. Do you know where that lady Sheng Yuan went after she disappeared, or what happened in the past few days? Ever met him?"

Hearing the last question, the old man lowered his cloudy eyes and turned around: "No, I haven't seen him, I haven't seen him for a long time, you are monks? Strange, it should be a person holding a mirror..."

"What's wrong?" Qian Yichen only heard the first half of the sentence, and the murmurs that were almost talking to himself were completely confusing.

The old man leaned on his crutches tremblingly, and hurriedly turned around as if avoiding taboo: "It's nothing, you two priests, please be careful, the old man will take a step first."

"Hey, hey!" Qian Yichen yelled a few times, but he couldn't stop him from walking faster and faster, and the other party couldn't help but pull on the old bone, maybe it would fall apart after being pulled hard.

And looking at this posture, no matter what you ask, the old man will not open his mouth.

Qian Yichen was avoided like the plague, touched the tip of his nose and stood there: "He won't tell us the truth."

"Well, Sheng Yuan Mingming only returned to the village yesterday, and he checked every day as he claimed, and he had already found the carriage at the gate of the yard." He Lanjiu stared at the old man's back gradually disappearing from the small road, and asked suddenly, "What do you mean by me?" At this time, rushing over to grab that old guy, can you force him out of his original shape?"

"Don't! That's a mortal, a pure mortal!" Qian Yichen hastily stopped him, "And at this age, there's no way to save him if there's a problem!"

But mortals are obviously afraid of evil spirits, but why don't they tell the truth to the ascetics who have the ability to eradicate the danger?

He Lanjiu just mentioned it casually, and his interest in dyeing vats is obviously greater than that of living people: "Do you want to continue to investigate here?"

"There's nothing to see, it's too ordinary everywhere, let's go back." In Qian Yichen's eyes, except for the colors before the dyes dried up, there was only an infinitely clear world.

The dyeing workshop used to be the lifeblood of the entire village. It was so glorious a few years ago, but it is now so desolate, especially the bizarrely large dyeing vat. The villagers make a living by dyeing cloth, and it is reasonable to say that they would not destroy the guys who eat.

The pottery shard that cut his palm showed no abnormality after being stained with blood. Qian Yichen picked it up and looked around, and found a shallow cross engraved on it.

"Looks like a sign?" He showed He Lanjiu a piece of pottery. The neatly drawn cross made people feel weird... Did Jesus come to Ning Dynasty?

He Lanjiu took it over and glanced at it, then frowned immediately: "There used to be a spell on it, as long as it is not cracked, no matter how many vicissitudes Hongran Village has experienced, the caster can follow the traces to find it. Agitated by your blood, I can't tell at all."

"It was cast, but now he can't get it back?" Qian Yichen touched the cross mark.

He Lanjiu looked at it intently for a while: "It's hard to find the other party. This kind of spell requires a continuous supply of spiritual power. It has been interrupted before, so the traces are very faint."

Qian Yichen was puzzled at first, but later felt that the principle was similar to the loss of some files after the computer was forced to shut down.

This is rather strange.

As long as the ascetic does not die, it is impossible to interrupt the spiritual power, unless the other party dies... and comes back to life.

Qian Yichen knocked off the part with cross marks on the pottery slab and took it with him, and went around the village again, but returned the same way without finding any results.

They didn't close the gate of the yard when they left, anyway, Hongran Village was almost deserted, and thieves wouldn't come here to steal things.

He Lanjiu was probably hungry to the limit, and shouted to leave after leading the horse.

Qian Yichen stood hesitantly at the door of the tile-roofed house in the north, wondering if he should find a lock for the door, but suddenly found something extra in the house.

The one with the most was of course not Sheng Yuan, but another wedding dress.

The color is also fresh and bright, but the shape is different from the one He Lanjiu bought casually. You can still see the extremely complicated and auspicious patterns on the screen when you hang it on the screen.

This kind of pattern is generally not sold in clothing stores. The boss thinks that it is too troublesome and expensive to embroider, so he usually chooses simpler patterns.

So this is probably the wedding gown embroidered stitch by stitch by the real girl to be married with uneasy love.

As the breeze blows, the soft hem sways gently, infinitely gentle and lingering.

Who put it here?

This question vaguely flashed across Qian Yichen's mind, and just as he was about to call He Lanjiu to come over and have a look, suddenly a blood red covered the sky and the sun.

He didn't move, it was the wedding dress that rushed over by itself!

Qian Yichen stood stiffly on the spot, too nervous to make a sound.The current situation is not like before, which can only make people suspicious. Under the effect of the ancient spirit control technique, he can't detect a trace of ghost at all!

For ascetics, if they can't see abnormalities even with their eyes open, it can only be interpreted as hallucinations.

Qian Yichen closed and opened his eyes, and the blood red disappeared immediately.Yes, hallucinations.

"you……"

He Lanjiu stood opposite, with a look of astonishment on his face, which made him relieved and then uneasy.

"What's wrong with me?" Qian Yichen forced a smile, followed his gaze and lowered his head, his already ugly smile became even more bitter.

It wasn't an illusion just now, the wedding dress really existed, and it was still worn on him now, just like an ordinary dress!

"What are you doing wearing this? It's about to take off, and I can't notice any abnormalities, but it's definitely not a good thing!" He Lanjiu rarely panicked, red lines spread from the corners of his eyes to his chest, and he used [-]% of his demonic power in a breathless manner.

The animal claws inherited from the demon fox's red knuckles were sharp, leaving five scratches on the sleeves of the wedding dress with a light sweep, and he couldn't wait for him to take off the clothes, planning to tear them up directly.

"It hurts!"

Qian Yichen cried out in pain with a pale face, and fell to his knees involuntarily: "Don't touch me, don't touch that dress! I...my skin seems to grow together with it..."