Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

At that time, there were roughly two types of transportation for people, riding a horse or walking by themselves, both of which were lackluster in terms of efficiency and comfort.

For Qian Yichen, there is a third transportation option, which is to fly by himself.

However, the spell of walking against the wind is sometimes not as convenient as riding a horse. It is not much easier than walking, and it is easy to attract onlookers.

"How about I turn into the original body and carry you?" He Lanjiu slowed down, stretching out his hands as if to lift him up, "It's not far from Shuzhou, Yufeng will be there in a while."

Qian Yichen pushed his hand away with sweat on his face, with a serious expression on his face: "Go, go, you also know that it is not far from Shuzhou, we are going to join Feng Fan in a low-key city this time, so we must not arouse the dog demon's attention." Notice!"

The temperature in May is actually just right, but it is inevitable to be tired after a long day of driving.In fact, no matter how poorly qualified a monk is, after 50 to [-] years, his physique will be strengthened to the point where he can't feel the changes of the seasons. However, Qian Yichen can only call on the spirit of heaven and earth, and his bones are no different from ordinary people.

He Lanjiu's original body strength is already quite domineering, and naturally he can't feel the temperature outside, and he still doesn't give up when he is pushed away: "Do you know where to find him?"

"Feng Fan said that he would leave me a message at the post station outside the city of Shuzhou. I'll know when I go." The skin on Qian Yichen's hand felt icy and cool to the touch, and it was actually quite comfortable to the touch!

It seems that monsters are also beneficial. If you stop there in summer, it will be a natural refrigerator!

He Lanjiu's face was gloomy, and he withdrew his entanglement and did not speak, because with his eyesight, he could already see the outline of the post station in the distance.

It was deserted in front of the post station, and the post horses were all sick.It was originally a place set up by the government to transmit news, and it also received high-ranking officials to go out on official business. However, because the emperor was not diligent, almost no one used the post station.

Qian Yichen wiped the sweat from his brow, walked half a circle around the station, and found a man who was feeding the horses to ask about the situation.

"What, no? Brother, think about it carefully. The person here is carrying an epee behind his back. He looks like a jade tree facing the wind. Oh, by the way, he also brought a beautiful girl in a purple gauze."

"Don't think about it, no one has come here these days, I can't remember it wrong." The postman who fed the horses denied it, and spread hay in the trough.

Qian Yichen still didn't give up, but he also knew that there was nothing to ask.

If there are many people who come to the post station to leave messages, the people at the post station may get confused... But this person said that no one has come over in the past few days.

Feng Fan will never arrive later than him, right?

Qian Yichen walked around the station step by step, and he caught a glimpse of He Lanjiu who was in a happy mood out of the corner of his eye: "What are you laughing at?"

"Ah, I'm thinking that we must do more good deeds in the future. Do you still remember Sheng Yuan from Hongran Village? We might as well find another wife for him when we have time." He Lanjiu smiled and looked at the brilliant clouds in the sky.

Qian Yichen was full of doubts and became more and more confused.

Is he... crazy?

What He Lanjiu thought in his heart was that if he did too many good things, maybe God would appreciate his sincerity and make Feng Fan never appear in this life.

"Feng Fan hasn't come yet, we can find someone else first." He Lanjiu was in a really good mood, and actually offered to help, "I should know where Yu Rushui will be, let's go to the city."

Qian Yichen was very suspicious of his swearing appearance.

The prosperity of Shuzhou is not inferior to that of Jinling. Due to the dangerous mountain roads and inconvenient travel, the folk customs are self-contained, and it also feels a bit like a foreign country.

He Lanjiu stopped and walked, compared several inns, and finally chose the most luxurious inn to sit down, occupied a table in the corner, and ordered some tea and snacks.

"What are you doing?" Qian Yichen grabbed the cup and drank it to quench his thirst, but he didn't touch the Cigu jujube cake on the table.

The girls from Shuzhou were more courageous. As long as He Lanjiu sat here, the enthusiastic gazes he attracted lasted for as long as they did.But he didn't sit here to attract bees and butterflies. The tear moles at the corners of his eyes extended into hair-thick red lines, and he was constantly releasing his evil spirit.

It is impossible for mortal eyes to see that aura, but some passers-by with fair aptitude passed by the door of the inn, already disturbed by the evil aura.

What does he want to do?

It's not time for dinner yet, and the days are getting longer and longer, so there aren't many people in the lobby. Not long after, the sound of dragging footsteps came from the stairs, revealing a familiar smell.

Someone rubbed his eyes and moved over, before he yawned a long time: "I smelled your demon smell when I was upstairs, and it came quite quickly."

The man who spoke was more like a farmer than a monk, but if he went to farm with the appearance of never waking up, he would only be too lazy to starve to death.

"So you live here." Qian Yichen felt less uneasy after seeing the acquaintance.

Yu Rushui nodded wearily: "Well, the beds in this store are very comfortable. Why isn't Feng Fan with you?"

"I went to Jinling first, so I didn't go on the road with him..." Qian Yichen suddenly had an ominous premonition, if he didn't know that the protagonist couldn't die so easily, he would have panicked by now.

Yu Rushui opened his swollen eyeballs from too much sleep, took a clean cup and poured tea: "...that ghost cultivator I knew died, and his soul was pulled out of his body and devoured. Fortunately, his The soul-calling banner was well hidden, so I also asked what I wanted to ask from the dead."

"The remaining characters on the bamboo slips are related to Shuzhou?" Qian Yichen hurriedly sat down seriously.

Yu Rushui pondered for a moment, "It's not relevant. When Lan Zhong attacked the pawnshop in Qingzhou, he said, 'Let's go to Shuzhou'... and all the contents on the bamboo slips were talking about evil tides. The monsters gathered to kill seven On the day, when the demonic aura and dead aura cover the sky, it will open... the Time Ruins."

"Time Ruins?" Qian Yichen murmured, and then he remembered the content about it, "Could it be the part that couldn't be separated when Pangu created the world?"

Yu Rushui nodded slowly, the sleepiness between his eyebrows and eyes had disappeared.

The Great God Pangu created the world, his left eye is the sun, his right eye is the moon, his blood is the river, his veins are the road, in short, everything on his body is used to build the world, and even the breath he exhales becomes the wind.The legend is extremely old, and it is many years earlier than the Three Emperors and Five Emperors.

However, some people say that Pangu's giant ax did not completely separate the heaven and the earth, and there is still a tiny part left.

It is Time Market.

The time market is still the scene when the world was not opened, in the eternal chaos, there is no distinction between life and death, and there is no concept of time passing.

"According to the records in the bamboo slips, several monster tides in history have successfully opened the Time Market for a moment. After a bad day or a flood, or a drought for years, the sky is extremely abnormal. It must be the influence of 'chaos'." Yu Rushui stared at it. The texture of the wooden table, "I have notified the Hunter Union to summon the hunters, and I must kill Lan finally here."

"Then there's no need to be so anxious, why don't you run over here first? After we split up, Feng Fan is still missing." Qian Yichen is unavoidably anxious when he thinks that the protagonist's whereabouts are unknown, and feels that the possibility of defeating Lan Zhong is not great.

Calculated according to the timeline, Feng Fan has already killed several small villains at this moment, and He Lanjiu in the original state should plan to catch him by surprise and prepare to set Qingzhou on fire?

"During the summoning of souls, I was injured, so I could only use paper cranes to contact you. As soon as I was able to walk, I rushed to Shuzhou without stopping. I was resting while waiting for you." Yu Rushui explained the reason concisely, but couldn't hold back Coughed a few times.

"Who did it?!" Qian Yichen carefully observed his expression.

Indeed, in addition to being sleepy, the face that never got enough sleep was a little paler.

"Who knows, the other party is masked and has hidden aura. I have no spiritual power after the first battle in Wanyao Cave. If you use the spirit control technique flexibly enough, it will not be difficult to defeat me." Yu Rushui said nonchalantly , is already deploying the next plan, "My brother is the head of Fengshui Baodi, the most urgent thing is to find him, borrow the power of Tianshu to get a glimpse of the secret, and there may be some chances of winning against Lan in the end."

Was it the traitor Ding Yu who appeared in Qingzhou who did it?No, even if he was possessed, he would not be able to seriously injure the head of the Hunter's Union, and it would be impossible for a seasoned veteran to fall into the hands of the soldiers so casually.

Qian Yichen was present, and when he heard the second half of his sentence, he immediately became proud: "We have already met Cang Feng."

Yu Rushui's surprised eyes turned back and forth between the two: "Yes, the Fengshui treasure is not far from Jinling."

He Lanjiu was looking around in the lobby, as if he was not interested in the conversation, and nodded after meeting his gaze: "Your senior brother is spying on the secrets, so you have to spy for a month, and when the time comes, he will send someone to come Find us."

"..." Qian Yichen felt sad for his unintentional statement.

Yu Rushui wobbled with his chin propped on his chin, and his eyes began to blur again: "Ha——then just wait. We need to confirm the location of the dog monster in the next few days. It is impossible for Jiri to do it by himself, so The other little demons must be cleaned up as well."

Qian Yichen hesitated: "But Feng Fan..."

"He may be delayed on the road, or he may have already fought against Lan Zhong. We don't need to look for the former possibility; if it is the latter case, we will also find his trace when looking for Lan Zhong."

Qian Yichen replied decisively: "We must find him, without Feng Fan, we can't win!"

"why?"

This time, not only fish are like water, but even He Lanjiu is waiting for his explanation.

"Uh..." Qian Yichen was momentarily at a loss for words.

It can't be said that only Feng Fan is the only protagonist in this world. You are all his foils, right?

The longer I stay here, the more I realize that even street traffickers have their own complete lives.

No one is born to be a foil, and the record of what the waiter in the inn has seen and heard in his life may be as exciting as He Lanjiu.

Perhaps during Feng Fan's disappearance, he could temporarily stop Lan Zhong.

Thinking of this, Qian Yichen softened his attitude: "It's nothing, just take one step at a time."

He Lanjiu sneered, and bit the jujube cake viciously: "If he's not here, I might not be able to win against Lan Zhong!"

Regardless of motives, Qian Yichen feels that his villain probation plan is quite successful.

At least the fox demon, who used to work together with Lan Zhong on the road of death, now understands the truth of unanimity.

Qian Yichen was deeply moved, even Yu Rushui questioned why the smell of monsters on his body was getting stronger and stronger, so he didn't care much.

Smell, two people get along for a long time will be contagious.

After nightfall, the coolness in the wind is getting stronger and stronger.

Qian Yichen was sweating all over during the day, and ran to the side after a few sips of dinner, lowered his voice and told Xiao Er: "Find a room with a strong door lock, prepare a bucket of hot water for bathing, and trouble you to guard the door."

While instructing, he stared nervously at He Lanjiu who was buried in the food.

He Lanjiu's ears trembled under the cover of her long hair, and she raised her head from a distance: "What are you talking about?"

"No, no, I'm afraid you don't have enough to eat. I just ordered two bowls of noodle soup, and I'll serve it after you've finished eating. Remember, you must finish the soup!" Qian Yichen's ardent concern could not hide the fact that he was facing an enemy. Looking at him, she moved upstairs step by step.

He Lanjiu picked up the chopsticks and nodded seriously: "Okay."

...to actually agree so happily?

Qian Yichen's head was full of disbelief, and he couldn't accept the reality until he locked the door, so he raised his voice and called out to the waiter outside the door: "I've already paid enough money, don't go somewhere else to be lazy halfway."

"Guest officer, don't worry, I understand." The waiter was not surprised, and chatted without saying a word at the door, "You also heard about that, right? There is a black wind surging in the city at night, and someone I’ve seen it with my own eyes, it’s scary!”

Qian Yichen paused when he unbuttoned his belt: "Heifeng? Besides that, is there anything else unusual?"

"No, I haven't heard of anyone being killed anywhere. It's an unlucky house. There are often strange noises coming out after nightfall, and it disappeared recently."

"...This is quite interesting." Qian Yichen entered the bathtub with a lot of thoughts, and the moment his body was buried in the hot water, the fatigue accumulated for several days was swept away!

The brain suddenly woke up, but the eyes were blurred by the water vapor.

In the past, dead bodies were everywhere after the evil wind blew, but now, Shuzhou City is becoming more and more peaceful.

No, does this also mean that Lan Zhong is already in charge of the monsters and ghosts, so they won't easily come out to make trouble?

The more Qian Yichen thought about it, the more confused he became, and the fact that Feng Fan's whereabouts were unknown made him feel even more headache.

What kind of strange person did the protagonist meet on the road, or who was assassinated by him?It is said that Hua Ling is with him, and the two of them will not be defeated by the small character together, so why...

"Squeak-"

A slight knock on the door interrupted the contemplation.

Qian Yichen raised his sleepy eyelids, he couldn't see clearly through the screen, he thought it was Xiao Er who came in to pour hot water, held his breath and waited for a long time but didn't hear footsteps.

The steps are so light, and Xiaoer's voice can't be heard, is it He Lanjiu?

He sighed in his heart, and he knew that reason would not work to fool the monster.

Qian Yichen reached out his hand to scoop it up a few times, grabbed the towel on the hanger to wipe off the water drops, then scooped up the off-white undershirt and hurriedly put it on.

"Now is not the time to mess around. Fish like water live next door. If you are not honest, the two of us will deal with you together."

This sentence is actually considered a compromise, but after the initial push on the door, there was a dead silence outside, and there was no voice of He Lanjiu smiling and saying "then when can we mess around".

Qian Yichen's intuition was wrong, so he went around the screen to see what happened.

The waiter had already fallen asleep on the ground, and what was waiting for him at the door was... a cloud of black wind.

Qian Yichen was experienced in many battles at any rate, and he talked and laughed happily with the big monsters of the ancient level, so how could he be afraid of this level of intimidation?

He was more afraid of a head popping out of the dark wind.

The word Cangjie in Qian Yichen's palm flashed, and the aura of plants and trees leaped as if waking up in the heaven and earth, and gradually came here.

The gust of wind hovered at the door for a while, and hit him without hesitation, blowing away all the spiritual energy!

Qian Yichen had never encountered such a situation before. He moved his fingertips slightly to prepare for a different summon, but the black wind was already wrapped around him, blowing so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

"He..."

The cry for help was lost in the sound of the wind.

The gust of wind completely enveloped Qian Yichen, and he sneaked into the night consciously, leaving only the open windows.