Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

Qian Yichen woke up from a deep sleep, his eyes were confused and he was facing He Lanjiu's dark eyes, he was so frightened that he immediately sobered up and dodged reflexively, the back of his head hit the wall with a bang.

What's scarier than sleeping face to face with a villain all night?That is, he gnawed on her before going to bed!

A man can bend and straight... No, he can bend and stretch, a kiss can't shake his position as the protagonist!

What's more important is that drop of golden blood that caused unbearable pain all over his body. Qian Yichen remembered that he passed out immediately after struggling to get on the bed, and he didn't know if the ghost continued to peep.

However, it would be nice to survive last night safely!

"I'm hungry." He Lanjiu, who woke up at the same time, raised his forehead with his arms and pushed him sideways, "Go and buy me some biscuits."

Qian Yichen rubbed the back of his painful head and inhaled: "You can't eat something else... What time is it now?"

He Lanjiu turned over and got out of bed with only her underwear on, raised her hand and opened the window to let the cold wind pour in, and continued to urge: "It's about Mao. It's not convenient for me to go out, so hurry up."

Qian Yichen wrapped the quilt around his body in the cold spring, curled up awake: "It's too early, no one has set up a stall on the street yet."

The sky is not yet bright, but the heavy night is a little lighter, and the sound of donkey carts rolling over the street can be heard in the distance, but it is more quiet.

"Isn't the stall out yet... Then I have to fill my stomach with something else, which one is better?" He Lanjiu muttered while lying on the window and looking out.

This guy is obviously picking passers-by on the street for breakfast!That's right, there aren't many people now, and going out to eat one won't attract attention.

Qian Yichen was stunned for a moment and hurriedly jumped out of bed to close the window, trying to cover his coveted sight: "Buy sesame seed cakes, buy sesame seed cakes, I will go to the stall before you get out of the stall, and if you can't be urged, I will make it for you! There is nothing in the restaurant. , I have to think about the dry biscuits on the street."

"You are really a kind-hearted son who feeds a tiger with his body, and treats money like dust." He Lanjiu leaned against the closing pane, looked up at the small sky, and his smile slowly faded.

Something in the dark blue sky was churning back and forth, causing the clouds to move like a wave, and the early-rising peddlers hurried past without noticing the top of their heads.

Qian Yichen followed his gaze and looked up: "Is...that thing hurt you like this?"

"The old guy from Fenglinzhou chased me all the way from the West Sea to come here. Is he too busy and has nothing else to do?" He Lanjiu murmured and waited for a while, until the uneasy clouds gradually calmed down, and then he showed a relaxed look, "Finally go gone."

Immortal, please stay a step, the scourge you are looking for is here, quickly lower your head and take a look!

Qian Yichen didn't dare to open his mouth on the surface and shouted desperately in his heart, but unfortunately the sky was quiet, so he could only ask: "Why are others chasing you?"

He Lanjiu closed the window with a smile: "Because I stole a treasure from Fenglin Prefecture."

"What is it?" Qian Yichen looked him up and down, but couldn't see where the stolen goods were hidden.

"—I won't tell you." He Lanjiu returned to the bed mysteriously and continued to lie down, with her hands resting behind her head, "I'm hungry, go get something to eat, the money bag is on the table, just take it away."

Qian Yichen straightened his clothes in front of the only uncracked bronze mirror in the house, then reluctantly went out to look for food, and when he closed the door, he sighed from the bottom of his heart: "It would be nice if you starved to death?"

His dream is to become a partner of justice, but now he is more like an evil breeder.

The stairwell was empty and silent, and the whole wine shop was very cold and cold, which made people uncomfortable. Yesterday Qian Yichen didn't notice it, but now he feels it clearly.The coldness in the room has a ghostly air, definitely not the coldness of stingy charcoal fire.

Could this be the change after having cultivation?

Qian Yichen went downstairs with his sleeves folded up, and found that the staff of the restaurant were all up and preparing to open the shop, when he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.

"Daoist, Daoist?" Hua Niang, the shopkeeper of the restaurant, stood behind the counter, put down her writing brush and called softly, "I don't know when you can return the eight-sided vanity mirror you borrowed last night?"

"That..." Qian Yichen turned around and remembered about the bronze mirror. He made up excuses while feeling guilty, "I used it to figure out a divination last night, and the mirror surface...is all cracked. Can I pay for those mirrors? Buy all the mirrors?"

Hua Niang helped the hair bun that she combed casually in the morning, and she was relieved when she heard that he was willing to pay compensation: "My vanity mirrors are all inlaid with beads and jade, and the total cost is how much money. I am curious to ask again, can the Taoist priest pay for it?" What kind of opportunity has been taken?"

Qian Yichen took out pieces of silver from his purse and put them on the counter, and continued to babble: "To be honest, your store is unlucky, it's better...well, put two more strings of firecrackers to drive away evil spirits."

In fact, it's not nonsense, which piece of geomantic treasure land has a ghost coming out to wander around in the middle of the night!

Before the words were finished, a clerk ran over from the back door of the restaurant, rushed to Hua Niang and gasped, "Shopkeeper, it's not good! A man died in the back alley, and many people were watching, and the way to the morning market to buy things was all over the place." block up!"

"Dead?!" Hua Niang looked at Qian Yichen with a pale face, and walked out of the counter, even the brand-new silver-red jacket looked dull.

His words are not so clever!

Qian Yichen frowned and followed the other party: "Where is it? Take me to have a look."

The back door of the restaurant is connected to an alley for the shop assistants to buy and go in and out. Usually, there are few people walking, but now there are passers-by in twos and threes gathered together, discussing the female corpse lying at the corner of the alley.

"Have you reported it to the police? I think it's strange to die, so don't touch it, and be careful not to get the smell of corpse."

"Who knows how he died, the world is not peaceful, there are no evil spirits..."

Qian Yichen rushed to the scene and joined the crowd, his expression became more stiff: "I know her..."

He didn't know many people here, but he could tell the identity of the female corpse through the clothes. After all, he had just told the girl named Xiaolian, "I'll come to buy your biscuits tomorrow."

The police sent by the county magistrate finally arrived, and the men bravely turned the corpse over, and immediately gasped in fright!

Xiao Lian was completely stripped of her face!The weather was cold, the light red cheeks were frozen on the face, the corners of the mouth were raised strangely, and a ray of black air that seemed to have substance slowly spread from the face.

This is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

It was already an ominous sign for the ghost to enter the house last night, so he should have chased and killed it immediately, otherwise no one would have died!

Until just now, Qian Yichen felt that this world that did not belong to him was fake, and all the supporting characters disappeared in a hurry after fulfilling their purpose of appearance, never considering the possibility of their death.

And he remembered that there was no girl named Xiaolian murdered by ghosts at the beginning of the story.

Qian Yichen was squeezed aside by the retreating crowd of onlookers. He only took one look at Xiaolian's peeled face before turning around staggeringly.

"It turns out that the ghost from last night gave up on you and chose her as his target." He Lanjiu tied her black robe loosely around her body, and stood behind him quietly complaining, "You took too long, I can't wait to come down and see look."

People around Qian Yichen kept leaving in fright, their hearts were blocked for a long time before they uttered: "Someone just died, are you still thinking about breakfast?"

"Why can't I eat when I'm hungry? The sesame seed seller is dead, and some hot tofu curd in the morning is fine." He Lanjiu stood in front of him as if he was not picky about food, and added in a story-telling tone in a low voice, "That ghost complained after killing someone. The strength will be stronger, and after being scared off by me, I will not be willing to leave a mark in the store, and for a month at most, the Huaniang Restaurant will probably become a haunted place."

"Is there a way to save it?" Qian Yichen immediately remembered the unusual coldness.

"Fix it yourself, I'm starving to death, now I just want to eat enough and go to sleep..." He Lanjiu murmured distressedly, pulling his sleeve to make way for the policeman who carried the corpse away.

Xiao Lian's body will be buried in the County Yizhuang for a period of time before being buried, and that's how it ended.When it comes to matters involving gods and ghosts, mortals have nothing to do.

Qian Yichen relentlessly blocked him in a corner: "Do you have any countermeasures?"

"First use a spell to expel the imprint of the wine shop, follow the ghost energy to find it, and then just disperse the soul." He Lanjiu squinted his eyes under the pressing question, and said it easily.

Qian Yichen was even more impatient because of his leisurely attitude, but he grabbed his hand and begged: "Since you know the solution, then..."

"When I say this, it doesn't mean that I intend to do the same. Let me explain more clearly, I don't need other people to go with me, and I'm not interested in taking care of their lives, understand?" He Lanjiu lazily interrupted the topic, letting him hold hands, "You have a bit of my cultivation, and a ghost of this level will not target you. But you will not use any spells to provoke it rashly, and it is just a tonic to strengthen its power for nothing."

What a flat refusal, he shouldn't have asked the villain for help in the first place.

Qian Yichen knocked off his shoulder and strode away, suppressed his anger and said: "Since you don't care, please give way, don't block me from going to my death."

He Lanjiu stood where he was, but was a little dazed when he didn't stop him...

Back to the empty restaurant in the lobby, the depressed feeling of being powerless and unable to persuade others is still very strong.

So it wasn't until Qian Yichen was about to go upstairs that he realized that there was an extra customer who had come to the counter early in the morning.

The man with bowed head was wearing casual clothes with narrow sleeves, standing slack, but his back was straight because of the broad sword wrapped in blue cloth behind him.

The introverted aura is not easy to find in the crowd, but once the attention falls on him, he will be attracted by those indifferent black pupils...

Qian Yichen had never seen this face before, but he seemed to have seen a similar description somewhere, and subconsciously asked, "...Feng, Feng Fan?"

"You know me?" The man with the broadsword raised his eyebrows and looked at him when he heard the voice.

Nonsense, who can not know the protagonist!