Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

Two thin streaks of fox fire sprang out from the space below the well, and small clusters dotted the top of the head, instantly illuminating the dark space.

However, the color of the flames was a gloomy silver-blue color, and the two people walking in it were both wearing red robes, making them look more terrifying than haunted.

Qian Yichen stared at He Lanjiu's back for a while before realizing a very important question - this is a couple costume!

No, no, he was forced to be possessed by the wedding dress, and he was not considered a lover.

At the bottom of the well, the space created by the dry waterway is as wide as a person, but it is very long, winding to nowhere, and there is no abnormal smell like the village.

"Ah, I found it." He Lanjiu suddenly stopped walking ahead, and looked ahead under the light.

Qian Yichen poked his head out from behind him, and immediately saw the unconscious Sheng Yuan! "He was hidden here?"

"Are you sure you were hidden by someone instead of actively avoiding it?" He Lanjiu was still vigilant as he looked at the mortal sitting with his head bowed.

Qian Yichen sent it past him with difficulty, getting a little closer to Sheng Yuan: "There are still signs of struggle on his body, he was forcibly brought here, I didn't see any scars on the exposed places, he probably fainted from fright... ...I'll try to wake him up first."

The method of waking him up was simple and rough. Qian Yichen probed his breathing, used two ways of shaking his shoulders and pinching him, and moved his wrist helplessly after it had no effect, and when he was about to slap him——

Sheng Yuan coughed and woke up by himself.

"...Axiu? You, don't come here! I know you are unwilling to die, and I have already killed the monster that caused the trouble! Go reincarnate with peace of mind, don't look for me, don't look for me..."

His hair was in a loose and messy bun, his eyes were still in confusion, and when he saw the person leaning over, he couldn't help backing away in fright, his back firmly pressed against the well wall.

Qian Yichen was taken aback, thinking that he would never be mistaken for a girl, and then realized what Sheng Yuan was afraid of.

The wedding dress on him probably belonged to Axiu.

"Look carefully, do I look like your wife?" Qian Yichen stepped forward and the other party flinched back desperately, almost embedded in the wall.

Sheng Yuan stared and was about to faint again. He breathed violently for a long time before realizing the reality: "Master? Why are you wearing this..."

"Uh, this was an accident." Of course, Qian Yichen couldn't directly admit that there was nothing he could do after being possessed, so he squatted down next to him, "Let's not talk about me. Sheng Yuan, you should explain what you are hiding, listen to me It is said that your wife disappeared two years ago, what is going on?"

He Lanjiu then added: "Even if you don't want to tell the truth, I have plenty of ways to get you to speak."

Sheng Yuan gave him a fearful look, then huddled in a corner and slackened his strength: "I said, I said..."

There are many crimes in the village, but he is the most innocent one.

Hongran Village lives by dyeing cloth for generations, and lives a peaceful and stable life, especially the famous red silk. After being made into clothes, the bright color looks like a red cloud directly dragging down the sky.

However, such a red color can be dyed not because of the superior quality of the nearby water or the proper formulation of the dye, but because of a bizarrely large clay pot.

Sheng Yuan had personally seen that dyeing vat when he was a child, and the poor-quality coarse cloth was put in the dye, and after drying, it was so gorgeous that it made one's heart palpitate.

That kind of red has an ominous smell, but it is very popular with those who hold weddings. The only regret is that the output of fabric is too little. After all, the same dye is replaced with a clay pot, and the effect is completely incomparable.

Everyone thought that it would be great if there were more such treasure jars.

The villagers only have two surnames, one is Sheng and the other is Ding. They don’t know each other, they look like people with the same surname. The only difference is how many households of Ding’s family have a little relationship with monks. , quite easily.

About seven or eight years ago, a man came to Hongran Village. He was regarded as a guest of honor by several Ding families. He ate the fattest chickens and ducks every day. what to do.

Sheng Yuan was young at the time, and it was the time when he was very curious. One day, he couldn't sleep and went to follow that man. Anyway, he knew the way in the village well, so he couldn't lose it even if he followed him far away.

He remembered that the moon was bright and bright that day, a rare full moon.

In the extremely quiet Hongran Village after nightfall, the man wandered to the huge pottery vat in the dyeing workshop and held out a mirror under the moonlight.

A big man who carries a mirror with him?

Sheng Yuan found it strange, and what was even more strange was that the man did not take a picture of himself after taking out the mirror, but repeatedly looked at the dye vat.

Just took a picture like this for a while, until the moon in the middle of the head shifted, the man put away the mirror and went back to the Ding family who entertained him.

Sheng Yuan's curiosity was hooked, and he followed the wall of that family's house to listen.

"When this vat was fired, a dyer accidentally fell into the kiln. The flesh and bones were melted in the high temperature, so the red color dyed by obsession is particularly conspicuous. Although it is dead now, but in the future It will change shape soon, and at that time it has self-awareness, so it may not be willing to stay."

Against the background of the grass and insects, the man's voice was particularly clear and pleasant.

The oldest patriarch of the Ding family asked politely, "What can Mr. Su do?"

The man pondered for a moment and replied: "When the tank is not in use, feed it some blood. Pig blood and cow blood are fine. Don't give chicken blood. Hot things are harmful to it. I will come back to help it after a while. Subtlety, if you want it to stay, there are ways to suppress it."

Sheng Yuan stretched his ears and hid in the corner of the wall, and finally heard a series of thanks from the head of the Ding family.

monster?Subtle change?

His father hoped that he would be a scholar, and the sage Confucius said that his words were strange, his powers were strange, and he should stay away from these things.

Sheng Yuan was dazed, and felt inexplicably terrified, so he rubbed his eyes and slipped home.

After many years, he studied and got a good reputation, and won the favor of the lady of the family, and returned to his hometown in a good mood.

The only thing that is certain is that the man holding the mirror left the next day and never came back. He only left a cross mark on the edge of the dye vat, proving that that night really happened.

"Furthermore, the two Taoists are well-informed, and I'm afraid they can guess it."

Sheng Yuan stared fixedly at Qian Yichen, with sadness in his eyes: "For the dye vat that is about to become refined, pig blood and cow blood are no longer enough to feed it. If you give it a little less at night, the red silk dyed during the day will be as big as it is." The color will be inferior. The Ding family has no choice but to use human blood. I left my hometown when I was young, and I was not very close to the Ding Sheng family. I am an outsider. Yes, those people forcibly took her away, saying that they want to borrow some joy from the newlyweds!"

Perhaps the Ding family really wanted to borrow some blood to try, but the appetite for the dye vat had grown, and they went crazy when they tasted human blood, buzzing and trembling for more.

"Did they detain you and let the monster kill your wife?" Qian Yichen felt abrupt after asking, and nodded painfully when he saw Sheng Yuan.

After being fed with human blood, the tank was indeed dyed the most beautiful red color, but for the people of Hongran Village, this method is tantamount to quenching thirst with poison.

After all, it is impossible to find a bride to feed it every day, and the blood of ordinary men does not have such a good effect. After killing a Xiu, he also pushed himself to a dead end.

Sheng Yuan's eyes were slightly red, but he laughed sinisterly: "Hahaha... This is retribution! The village can no longer dye that kind of red silk, and the villagers have no way of making money and can only leave their homes."

Qian Yichen felt that some words hurt others rather than being aggrieved, he thought for a while and interrupted: "Strictly speaking, it's not retribution, after all, those people are still alive, it's just a pity for those girls... By the way, you haven't said anything yet. Why do brides disappear."

"It didn't disappear..." Horror flashed across Sheng Yuan's face, he stared at the ground and didn't dare to look at him, "It's because Axiu was so resentful and refused to be reincarnated. Since then, every time someone has a wedding, the bride will disappear, still wearing Axiu's clothes." The wedding dress when Xiu died was the one on you! Every night, people would see that wedding dress wandering around the village, appearing in the yard from house to house, and the Ding family felt scared and dared not restrain me. "

He couldn't help looking up when he was excited, and quickly looked away when he saw the smear of red: "But after I regained my freedom, I already found a chance to smash the tank, kill the monster to avenge her...it still didn't work. "

He Lanjiu had been listening silently, and finally corrected: "It's just a strange creature that hasn't turned into a spirit yet. If it's really a monster, how could it be easily destroyed by you - no wonder you can't detect the monster energy, and the dye vat has no ability to change shape at all. That man can actually communicate with dead things, really should not be underestimated."

"But this can't explain the current situation." Qian Yichen unfolded his brightly colored sleeves to show him, "It is one thing to ask for blood and be smashed by someone before the dye vat has been dyed for a long time. After Axiuheng's death, What should I say about the disappearance of the bride in the village and the fact that I am entangled by it now? Unless the dye vat and the wedding dress are two different things."

Before the words fell, the entire underground space trembled slightly, and the muffled collision sound came from a distance!

Qian Yichen stood up abruptly, his hair was almost singed by the fox fire above his head: "Monster?"

"No, it's a person." He Lanjiu listened for a moment, "There is no wind in the well, and it was a person who blocked the entrance just now. Let's leave here first."

Sheng Yuan tremblingly supported the wall and stood up, while explaining: "I can't keep Axiu. She has no face to go back to her father-in-law's house after she dies. She writes calligraphy and paints for others in the county to make ends meet. Occasionally, she came to this deserted village once in a while. The reason I saw the two Taoist priests was because they left a little late, fell asleep in the old house, and when they woke up, they were changed into the groom's official clothes for no reason!"

"Then why didn't you tell the truth at first?" Qian Yichen walked in the middle and turned his head.

Sheng Yuan froze for a moment: "If you really saved Axiu, what should I do..."