Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

This is simply impossible to operate!

Qian Yichen immediately gave up the idea of ​​fighting back and retreated, continuing to shiver in the cold wind facing the green snake thicker than a bucket.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the door of the old house's main room, which was half missing, to be completely kicked open, and fell to the ground with a bang, splashing dust.

He Lanjiu stepped over the threshold, stopped in the distance and threw a package over: "It's for you, put it on quickly."

"Do you have money to buy clothes?" Qian Yichen caught it with both hands, and couldn't help but wonder after opening it. There was a brand new white inner coat wrapped in coarse cloth, and there was a thin and suitable cotton robe underneath, but it was too cold to attend to other things. change.

He Lanjiu threw up a piece of silver to catch it, and shook it at him: "Murder and robbery."

Qian Yichen hesitantly slowed down his dressing speed, allowing the cold air to wrap around his skin from the corners of his clothes.Yesterday he scolded the villain for being shameless, but today he can't become a beneficiary of crime without hindrance!

"It's only February now, are you only wearing your underwear and you want to freeze to death here?" He Lanjiu raised her eyebrows in surprise, and beckoned the Green Snake to bring over the padded robe, "I need a living person to go with me, if you don't want to, then I just killed you and sent your soul to make puppets on other things, and the dead ones can barely be used, but it’s not convenient.”

Qian Yichen stood stiffly on the spot, his shoulders suddenly warmed up, and it was he who put the bamboo green cotton robe on himself: "Aren't you afraid of being hunted down if you do this? Not to mention Qiyaozong and Fenglinzhou, even the alliance Any hunter who knows will issue a reward order for you."

"I was worried about recruiting monks to keep you alive, so don't cause me any more trouble." He Lanjiu's tone was cold and threatening. He was obviously a head taller than him, but he deliberately posted up to talk.

Qian Yichen looked at him for a long time, then put his arms into his sleeves and tied his belt in a dejected manner.

Silent compromise is also the answer.

He Lanjiu smiled with satisfaction, and the mole at the corner of her eyes was a little more charming: "Let's go out later, let's go through the back door."

This time Qian Yichen had no objection, only one thought remained in his mind.

——Protagonist, come and save me!

He is a passerby who has nothing to do with the plot. It is difficult to find someone in this huge world, but He Lanjiu is different. As a participant of the main plot, he will meet the protagonist sooner or later after making troubles along the way.

As long as you follow him, one day you will be able to see the happy scene of He Lanjiu being hanged and beaten!I just don't know, which part of the current plot has been staged?

Outside the back door of the old house is a bare cross road, and there is still unmelted snow on the road in the distance, shining silver in the rising sun.

Qian Yichen pushed the door out furtively, afraid of bumping into someone, but an old man in rough clothes suddenly appeared at the corner, making his movements stiff immediately!

He Lanjiu became much calmer, and immediately manipulated the demon soul to close the door, pretending to have just arrived and complaining: "I knocked for a long time, why didn't anyone come out to see?"

The passerby who suddenly appeared was a firewood bearer. He just heard this sentence, stopped and interjected: "You two are standing at the door, don't you want to go in? Listen to me, the owner of this house was killed by bandits a few years ago. Since then It will be very evil in the future, it is better to stay away."

"Thank you for reminding me, the two of us passed by here just to ask for a drink." He Lanjiu turned around with a light smile, and when he saw that he was old, he bowed politely, "Excuse me again, where is there a place to stay nearby? "

The woodcutter shifted the pick to his left shoulder, and pointed to the road to the west: "There is nothing to worry about. You can walk along this road, and you will soon see the signboard of Huaniang Restaurant."

After finishing speaking, he didn't want to stay longer, as if he was afraid of getting the resentment of this house, he turned around and left.

So, he slept in the haunted house overnight?

Qian Yichen felt his back was stiff, then glanced at He Lanjiu, who was suddenly indifferent beside him, and relaxed again.

What does it matter, the one next to him is much scarier than the haunted house.

In the original plot, He Lanjiu was picked up by the protagonist to become a little partner when he was in distress, but he couldn’t wait to push his benefactor into the pit after the main corner was in trouble, turning his face faster than turning over a book, and the author hinted that He Lanjiu obtained the demon body and the death of his parents Related, so what he said in his comment about "killing relatives and selling friends" is absolutely right!

"No wonder this house is full of resentment. Did someone die?" He Lanjiu turned around and murmured, then walked towards the path pointed by the woodcutter, "What are you still standing there for?"

The demon soul of the big emerald snake made an attacking gesture again, Qian Yichen reluctantly followed in a daze, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind.

Hua Niang Restaurant?

No wonder the name sounds familiar, he knows the progress of the plot now!

Qiu County is a small place, but it is the only place to pass through to Qingzhou. Yesterday just passed the second day of February, folks call it "Dragon Heading Up". The more you walk down the street, the more lively it becomes. The sound of firecrackers.

Qian Yichen's hair is not as long as the ancients, but in Ning Dynasty there was a trend of cultivating immortals and advocating Taoism, and Buddhism was also very prosperous. When he was walking on the street wearing an ordinary cotton robe, the scattered passers-by probably regarded him as a monk returning to the vulgar. Doubt again.

The signboard of Huaniang Restaurant is right in front of you, and the brand new wine flag is fluttering in the wind. It can also be used as an inn. The front hall on the first floor has meals and rest, and the second and third floors are the rooms for accommodation.

Before there were too many guests, a few waiters opened the door of the inn, cleaning the table and chatting without saying a word.

A fair-skinned waiter saw the two of them enter the door, and immediately greeted them with a smile: "Guest officer, it's early enough, are you a top player or a hotel?"

He Lanjiu put a piece of silver in his hand, with a friendly smile on the corner of his mouth: "Live for three to five days, find a spacious room."

"You two share one room?" the waiter subconsciously asked this sentence, holding the money, and found that the handsome man's face flashed displeasure, and changed his words, "one room is one room, we are a newly renovated inn , the room is very spacious and definitely not too crowded. Come with me!"

"That's good." He Lanjiu stepped up a few stairs, then turned around and waited quietly for the people behind.

Qian Yichen was always surrounded by the snake floating in the air, thinking that the villain was just putting on a show, and went upstairs without saying a word.

He Lanjiu has been with monsters all year round, and she definitely doesn't like humans, but she brushes her face wherever she goes and puts on a gentle look, deceiving how many superficial fans in the early stage of the plot!

Obviously his protagonist is handsome and has more depth!

The clerk pushed open the door of a certain guest room on the second floor, put a white towel on his shoulders and welcomed the two of them in with a smile. He stood outside and said, "Do you think this room is suitable? The shop is cleaned every day, and it is very clean."

"Not bad." He Lanjiu sat at the table and nodded, waving.

The guy wanted to ask what he needed to eat, but the two door panels that were open in front of him slammed shut!

He froze in place for a while, thinking and thinking, and made sure he didn't see anyone going to close the door.

"Aren't you afraid of being discovered like this? Ordinary people can't see it, in case a monk passes by..." Qian Yichen looked around the room for a week, and sat helplessly on the round stool opposite He Lanjiu, "It's okay to use some demon servant to close the door , I am not without long hands."

Others saw the door panel closing out of nowhere, but he could see clearly that it was the snake that pulled it shut with the tip of its tail!

He Lanjiu indifferently picked up the teapot on the table and poured a glass of water: "I have long hands, not for such boring things, next time you close the door."

Could it be that other people have long hands just to do boring things!

Qian Yichen dared not speak out, his resentful gaze almost pierced his back as he turned to go to the bed.

He Lanjiu drank the tea, sat by the bed and threw the cup over, but was caught by the green snake servant with the top of his head, and carefully put it back on the table.

Qian Yichen touched the snake's head secretly, and when he touched something soft in his palm, he murmured softly: "...It really is so."

Before finishing speaking, he reflexively went to see He Lanjiu, afraid that he might hear something.However, the villain had already lay down and fell asleep exhaustedly, his side face was finely lined, and even his breathing was lighter than before.

Qian Yichen once again had the urge to use the tablet computer to swipe at his face.

The demon soul is just a weaker soul. It stands to reason that it will not be touched by objects in this world, and can pass through the wall at will. The emerald python half of its body penetrated this tea table is proof.

It was only because of a drop of He Lanjiu's blood that he closed the door to pick up the teacup just now.In other words, it is not the soul that can touch the real thing, but his blood that swims in the soul.

As for tying up and dragging Qian Yichen, that drop of blood was scattered into blood mist to fill the entire demon soul.Such dispersion seems to weaken the whole, but Qian Yichen has not yet figured out how to deal with this puppet.

And the trouble is definitely not the snake, but also the man who manipulates the puppet!

Qian Yichen sat in the room for a while, listening to the noise in the street, went out to the lobby on the first floor, ready to find another solution.

His method is to find the protagonist.

The Huaniang Restaurant is the place where the original plot started not long ago. The protagonist passed by Qiu County and rested here for half a day, and then picked up He Lanjiu who was seriously injured by the siege of a famous family.

Now that the important villain is active in Qiu County, the protagonist probably hasn't arrived here yet!

Thinking of this, Qian Yichen felt relaxed, and sat down at a table of the Eight Immortals next to the main entrance of the restaurant, searching the passers-by with bright eyes who looked like the protagonist.

However, after waiting for a while, he still couldn't find the target, so he went out to have a look when he was bored. He just stood on the street when he heard someone talking from a high place.

"Hey, go to the opposite side and buy me some pancakes." He Lanjiu leaned lazily by the window of the wing room, and dropped a money bag, her dark gown made her skin paler.

Although the room faced the street, it was still some distance from the main entrance, so it was not easy to throw the money bag over.

Qian Yichen picked up the purse at his feet and wanted to refuse, but when he saw him raising his eyebrows threateningly, he forcefully smiled: "Do you want the one with sesame seeds or the one without sesame seeds?"

"The kind that is crispy and crispy just out of the oven, with a lot of sesame seeds on both sides." He Lanjiu ordered to close the window.

Qian Yichen suppressed his smile, angrily clutching his purse and walked across the street: "There are quite a lot of demands!"

The breakfast stall selling sesame seed cakes was diagonally opposite to the wine shop, and a young girl named Xiao Lian was busy by the stove, she faintly heard their conversation and said with a smile: "Wait a while, this stove will be ready soon."

A silver hairpin with red jade was inserted between her temples, and her complexion was bright—of course it was far worse than He Lanjiu.

Qian Yichen waited for the biscuits to be baked, feeling in his heart that the villain didn't have any good points in his whole body, only his face could barely be seen.

It is said that it was baked in a short time, and it took a long time for a cup of tea before the crispy sesame seed cakes were baked.

Xiao Lian straightened her bun, picked up the biscuits and put them in a paper bag, apologizing: "I'm really sorry, maybe the fire is not strong enough today, so it was delayed a little, I hope...that young master will not be offended."

That son?He Lanjiu who just showed up at the window?

If the villain comes to buy something, the store will be smashed if you wait a few minutes longer. Do you still have aesthetics?

Qian Yichen sighed regretfully in his heart, seeing her red fingers from the cold, he casually reassured: "What's the matter, I will come to buy your sesame seed cakes tomorrow."

Holding the hot pancakes in his hands, they finally sent them back to the second floor of the restaurant.

He Lanjiu leaned against the head of the bed to take it and took a bite, a trace of unexplained nostalgia flashed in his eyes: "The movement is a bit slow."

"Then you go and buy it yourself!" Qian Yichen gnawed on the dry pancake angrily, and then put down his palm that was blowing red.

He Lanjiu was not angry, looked at him and smiled, pulled the quilt and lay down again: "It's time to sleep, don't disturb me, and don't even try to run away."

Qian Yichen snorted coldly, moved a stool and sat by the window, and continued to search for anyone on the street who looked like the protagonist.

It was getting late, and He Lanjiu was supposed to be recuperating from her injuries, so she had been sleeping all the time, and that quiet and pretty face made people feel drowsy even just looking at it.

Qian Yichen yawned, walked to the side of the bed and pushed his body: "Come in, give me a place."

He Lanjiu turned a deaf ear to being shaken a few times, but spread her limbs completely to occupy the entire bed, and slowly opened her eyes: "No, it's too crowded inside, you sleep in it."

Qian Yichen finally couldn't bear it anymore and lifted the thin quilt under him, He Lanjiu immediately rolled to the inside against the wall! "Don't do to others what you don't want to do to yourself. Would you like me to teach you this truth?"

If it was the main character, he would definitely give up the bed!

Seeing that He Lanjiu did not refute, he lay down with his clothes contentedly, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Qian Yichen went to bed too early, and when he woke up it was still late at night, and the dim starlight penetrated into the room through the window, hardly illuminating anything.

He rolled his eyes in a daze, looking at a certain part of the bed curtain, and suddenly felt that there was something strange there.

The decoration of the wing room of the restaurant was not refined enough, but the furnishings were quite new. Qian Yichen put down the light blue roving bed curtains on both sides before going to bed, the roving overlapped and hung down, but there was just a gap the size of a finger at the bottom.

An eye plugged the hole, watching him.

It was a deep left eye, with a little light in the pupil, it was stuck low and unblinking by the bed... It seemed like a person was lying on the ground and leaning his head closer!

"Ah!" Qian Yichen turned over and sat up with a cry of surprise, and suddenly opened the bed curtain, cold sweat immediately flowed down.

In the dark, there is nothing.

Only his heartbeat remained, louder and louder.

He Lanjiu's leisurely and smiling voice floated over: "You are the one who wants to sleep outside, so don't blame me."

"Eyes! There was an eye looking at me just now!" Qian Yichen pulled him up and gestured to the outside, only to realize that he was extraordinarily calm, "You...knew that long ago?"

He Lanjiu lay down again disapprovingly: "I just caught a trace of a ghost, um, the kind of ghost. It appeared before a stick of incense, and then I have been looking at you."

Qian Yichen leaned over and pinched his neck frantically: "So! You just let that thing stay outside?"

"Don't you still want to invite him in, so we can sleep together with clothes on? I sensed that the ghost energy disappeared outside the door, so you can invite him." He Lanjiu pushed his hand away and asked back, on the pillow stuffed with rice husk and mugwort leaves close your eyes.

That's a ghost, a ghost!Wandering around the bed in the middle of the night, is it not to risk his life or come to chat with him about his feelings when he first arrived in this world?

Qian Yichen was still in shock, but he didn't dare to lift the bed curtain again, shrank in that space and continued to push him: "Don't sleep, don't sleep, go out and see if it's gone, that... it scared me to death now Not worth it, you have to find another companion, right?"

"What are you afraid of? It won't hurt me." He Lanjiu muttered vaguely and turned over, pressing her forehead against the wall.

"But it can hurt me!" Qian Yichen pulled him back in the dark, "Why didn't your servant kill that ghost just now?"

The protagonist hasn't even appeared yet, how could he be killed by a ghost first!

He Lanjiu sighed, propped his body on his right arm and climbed out of bed, and lit the oil lamp on the table with flint: "Without my blood, even Li Gui couldn't see that bleak demon soul... But since you are so scared, go Borrow a few bronze mirrors, the more the better."

A warm yellow halo illuminated the room, and the big snake was entangled beside the lamp, but it left no shadow behind.

Qian Yichen hung the bed curtain beside him, wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and walked over: "Bronze mirror? Can't you hang this side in the room?"

"No matter how big or small, at least eight sides." He Lanjiu shook his head sleepily and fiddled with the wick, with Wufa lazily behind him, "After the light is turned on, the ghost energy dissipates, and you will be fine if you leave."

Qian Yichen gritted his teeth in the reassuring light, pushed the door open and went out.

On the passageway on the second floor, a clerk was replacing the lantern hanging on the wall with a longer candle. When he saw someone coming out, he greeted immediately: "Guest officer, do you have any orders?"

"Are there any spare bronze mirrors in the store? Regardless of size, at least eight mirrors, I need them urgently." Qian Yichen explained his purpose from a distance, and seeing his strange eyes, he added, "Well... I am a Taoist, and I am idle most of the night Let’s set up a formation to pass the time, don’t worry, we won’t cheat this store.”

Ordinary people in Ning Dynasty respected monks more, and the guy nodded in response: "It turns out that the Taoist priest wants to use it, but there are eight unused mirrors...the shopkeeper's room has not been turned off, so I will go and ask if there are any."

Qian Yichen watched him go to the room at the end of the corridor. After knocking on the door, a plump woman in her thirties came out, with a taupe-colored brocade cape draped over her shoulders, looking extraordinarily charming.

Of course, it's still not as good as He Lanjiu.

Author, author, whose real father are you!

That should be the owner of the restaurant, Hua Niang, glanced in Qian Yichen's direction under the lamp, and returned to the room with a smile. After a while, she took out a stack of mirrors and asked the waiter to bring them over.

"Coincidentally, our storekeeper's Aimi, these are the mirrors she usually collects. I wonder if they are suitable for use?" The clerk trotted all the way with eight bronze mirrors for dressing, and stopped in front of him.

Qian Yichen took them over and looked down, thanked him and turned back to his room, thinking about the use of this thing in his heart.

The vanity mirror held by the woman is only a little bigger than the palm of a hand, or round or leaf-shaped, and inlaid with pearls or gold and silver threads, which is extremely delicate.However, the bronze mirror can straighten the clothes, and it means "righteousness" to suppress evil, and it should not have much to do with the shape.

He Lanjiu, who had already taken off the outer fir, looked even more sleepy, resting his head and waiting for Qian Yichen to close the door: "Place those mirrors on the ground in eight directions, leaving a larger space in the center."

"Are you going to take that ghost? Why don't you ask if it has been wronged first, and help avenge it by the way?" Qian Yichen felt that he had a chance to be a hero, so he set up the mirror in high spirits, but when he was about to leave, he was pulled.

He Lanjiu stepped into the circle formed by the vanity mirror, and as soon as he stretched out his hand to embrace him, that face unexpectedly came together!

"What are you doing? You're too close to me, you're not taking me in if you want to take in the ghost! Could it be that that thing is on me?" Qian Yichen was nervous and couldn't push it away, so he had to paw at his chest desperately to pull the distance away. Carefully tore open the front of the white undershirt.

"You're too impatient..." He Lanjiu whispered ambiguously next to his ear, not minding showing his bare chest, stomped his feet lightly, and the eight bronze mirrors lifted off the ground and floated quietly above his head at the same time.

The next moment, the whole person undergoes a strange change!

The tiny blood-colored tear mole at the corner of He Lanjiu's right eye began to grow, winding out thin lines along the side of his face like a vine branching out, crawling across his neck and chest as if alive, and the traces became more and more obvious.

The lines on the face are just like silk threads, but they spread to the vicinity of the heart but are similar in thickness to a clothesline. At the end, it makes a seductive arc and then stops. You can see the demon power flowing between the blood-colored lines, and the dark red light flickers indefinitely.

At the same time, when he smiled, he showed his beast-like fangs, his ears were pointed and long, and the fingertips of his hands that locked Qian Yichen were covered by hooked claws!

"You, you, you, you are actually demonized here..." Qian Yichen murmured in shock after watching the whole scene, and the surrounding copper mirrors buzzed uncomfortably.

"Sure enough, you have a lot of knowledge. You have no cultivation, and you are not an ordinary person?" He Lanjiu smiled lightly and wrapped his arms around his waist, a drop of round golden blood spilled from his lips, and slowly flew towards him.

Qian Yichen couldn't dodge, he pinched his jaw open mouth to mouth with the drop of blood in his mouth and poured it in, leaving no chance to resist!

Unlike the red blood that only had a fishy smell before, the golden blood immediately aroused blood surges after entering the body!

The soft touch on Qian Yichen's lips left, and he felt that his internal organs were being collided with something, his eyes were blurred, his whole body was burning and painful, and he knelt down on the ground: "Cough... What the hell did you eat for me?"

He Lanjiu didn't help him, the red lines on his body quickly receded, and the ambiguous atmosphere disappeared in the painful struggle.The eight bronze mirrors fell to the ground slowly, but the mirrors cracked at the same time.

"Broken mirror, you can't hide even a bit of evil spirit." He turned around complainingly, sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at Qian Yichen, "Even if there are ten or eight more ghosts, they can't do anything to you, so can you rest assured? Go to bed and don't wake me up again?"

Qian Yichen's arm supporting the ground trembled slightly, raised his head with difficulty and asked, "...What do you mean?"

"You can be regarded as cultivated now, congratulations." He Lanjiu rubbed his eyes and lay down, sleeping on the outside of the bed.