Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

Qian Yichen stepped over a bench, and answered preparedly: "I've heard your name in the Hunter's Union. My name is Qian Yichen. I'm just a new hunter. You probably won't know me. The guys in the store all know you. I'm busy in the back kitchen, why not sit down and talk first?"

The hunter union in this world is not a hunting club set up by mountain hunters, but a loose organization of immortal cultivators without family or sect.

To say that cultivators are also flattering them, most of the members of the league are self-taught wild people, the working people’s needs for seeking the Tao are very simple, they have no intention of becoming immortals, they just want to catch demons and exorcise ghosts for food and clothing, and some are expelled from the sect without falling into demons The monk, having nowhere to go, joined.

Different from the few famous and decent sects, the members of the alliance are spread all over the Ning Dynasty. Entering the alliance does not ask about their identity and origin, and it is a huge gray in the black and white cultivation world.

The people under the alliance usually call themselves hunters or hunters, but because they also have contacts with magic, they are dismissed by some orthodox sects as wild dogs who flee for profit.

As the protagonist, Feng Fan, although he will follow the black and white ways of cultivating immortals in the future, he was such a "wild dog" at the beginning.

Qian Yichen is familiar with the plot, and immediately made up a reasonable identity for himself, which immediately brought the relationship between the two closer.

"En." Feng Fan responded without any doubt, sat down at the nearest Eight Immortals table, untied the epee and leaned against the bench.

With a joyful smile on Qian Yichen's face, he took out his money bag and slapped it on the table: "What would you like to eat, Mr. Feng? I'm treating you, order whatever you want!"

As expected of his favorite protagonist, he only said one word, but the way he nodded was so handsome!

Feng Fan was horrified by his smile, and the hand hanging under the table moved to the sword hilt without leaving a trace: "No need."

"Don't be polite! I'll go to the back kitchen to have a look. It should be ready soon." Qian Yichen immediately stood up enthusiastically. After all, not every protagonist has the opportunity to invite him to dinner.

But I heard a gloomy voice sticking behind me to remind: "That's my money."

Qian Yichen turned his head, and He Lanjiu's magnified face suddenly appeared, resting on his shoulder expressionlessly.

"My money," he repeated, taking the purse from the table.

Qian Yichen held down He Lanjiu's hand, held him back and discussed in a low voice: "I know that you used a bronze mirror to cover up your breath before turning into a demon because your injury has not healed, so you can't alert potential enemies. The person next to you is from a hunter. Menghui, if you don't want to be dismantled into demon bones and sold by him, how about everyone take a step back?"

He Lanjiu visibly froze for a moment, her pupils filled with water vapor narrowed, she nodded slightly in agreement, and when she turned around, she greeted with a gentle smile: "My surname is Wang, and my name is Wang Jiu. I'm a colleague of his. I've met Mr. Feng."

In the eyes of decent sects, he is a scourge that needs to be exterminated. In the Hunter's League, he has become a precious training material for the whole body. Even if he is half human, no matter which way he is, he will not be able to accommodate him.

Qian Yichen finally had a chance to threaten him, so he swept away the haze in his heart and went straight to the kitchen of the restaurant.

After walking away, I saw He Lanjiu talking with Feng Fan again. I don't know what he was talking about, but his smile was very pleasant.

There are not many guests in the restaurant until noon and evening, and there is nothing to eat for breakfast. The waiters are urging them to serve freshly prepared meals and set up a table.

Sitting opposite Feng Fan, Qian Yichen would glance at him every bite of the fresh meat ravioli in the bowl.

Feng Fan dodged his gaze anxiously, the chopsticks in his hand loosened and fell to the ground with a jingle.

"I'll get you a pair of new ones!" Qian Yichen found that the chopstick cage was empty, and hurriedly put down the spoon.

"No need." Feng Fan shook his head resolutely, rushed to the table farthest from here, picked out the chopsticks he wanted one by one, and dawdled for a long time without coming back.

Qian Yichen chased after him suspiciously, remembering that the protagonist is not such a particular person, he is particular about how to hold a pair of chopsticks...

"Hey, do you want to know what we talked about just now?" He Lanjiu broke the sesame seed cakes made in the shop into small pieces and dipped them in his wonton soup. So I went down the mountain and wandered around to become a Taoist priest."

Qian Yichen withdrew his gaze, and nodded for no reason: "It's a good reason, what's wrong?"

Also explain why his hair is so short.

He Lanjiu put the biscuit into his mouth with a smile: "I also told him that you practiced Joy Zen before, and now you are practicing with me."

The protagonist, who is eager to perform well, petrifies in situ...

No wonder Feng Fan looked at him so strangely!I'm afraid that Feng Fan won't come back if he, this evil monk, doesn't go astray.

Furious, Qian Yichen pulled He Lanjiu's collar and dragged him up to the second floor: "I don't have any grudges with you, do I? I don't have any grudges! It's fine if you don't want to help catch ghosts, but what do you mean by slandering me?"

He Lanjiu was pushed against the corner, and continued to smile at that rare and ferocious face: "I'm happy, whoever asked you to bring me food is not so considerate, I almost went to feed him myself just now."

The side room next to it was suddenly opened, and an old man who looked like a businessman was about to go downstairs. When he saw that they looked like they were about to fight, he casually advised, "Don't be angry, talk about something."

"What you taught is that we had a little conflict because of the issue of double cultivation, so let's not quarrel." He Lanjiu lowered his head and lowered his eyes, putting on his usual polite appearance.

"Ahhhh, I'll just strangle you to death!" Qian Yichen finally collapsed under the old man's strange gaze, and a gust of wind pulled him back to the room where the two lived.

He Lanjiu slammed into the door all the way backwards and was pushed onto the bed, raising her eyebrows innocently: "Am I not right?"

Qian Yichen paced back and forth in a daze, and finally figured it out and rolled up his sleeves beside him: "I'll strangle you and commit suicide right now, yes, that's the deal!"

Lost such a big man in front of Feng Fan, what are you still doing alive...

He Lanjiu's long hair spread out under her body, and she calmly waited for the hands to strangle her neck: "The red demon blood in my body is a real thing in the world, and it can still be controlled by me when it is attached to the soul after leaving the body, understand?"

"It's useless to say that, you're going to die today!" Qian Yichen gritted his teeth with murderous aura and approached, but still didn't regain his senses.

"So don't get too close to others, or I will be like this..." He Lanjiu hooked her index finger to herself, and reminded with cruel words that are completely opposite to the gentle expression, "Tear your soul out of your body bit by bit .”

Qian Yichen immediately fell to the ground, feeling that he was being forcibly stripped from his existing body, surrounded by powerlessness from all directions.

"Look, it's nice to be honest now." He Lanjiu touched the top of his head against his chest.

Qian Yichen regained control of his body, wiped off the cold sweat and straightened his body: "No, I still want to fight with you, we can only live as one today!"

"You——" Feng Fan's hesitant voice came from the door. He saw the two people go upstairs but no one came down for a long time, so he just chased them and just happened to witness this scene.

Qian Yichen turned his head and hurriedly jumped to the ground: "We have nothing, really!"

He Lanjiu gathered her clothes and sat on the edge of the bed, explaining deliberately vaguely: "He can't wait."

I can't wait to kill you to vent my anger!

Qian Yichen glared at him viciously, and found that Feng Fan closed the door knowingly, stepped over the fallen stool in a hurry, and ran out after his back.

"It's all a misunderstanding! Helan and I...he didn't do anything! We were just discussing how to get rid of a ghost. By the way, do you know that a girl was killed in the back alley of the restaurant just now? If possible, you can Can't you stay and solve it with me?"

"Killed?" Feng Fan raised his voice and turned around, and finally stopped on the stairs.

Qian Yichen solemnly talked about what happened from last night to this morning, ignoring He Lanjiu's identity, and finally said: "I was planning to find it, but unfortunately I only mastered some superficial spiritual skills, so I don't have much idea in practice."

"No wonder, I felt a dark energy at the entrance of the restaurant, so I came in to have a look..." Feng Fan believed his explanation, and returned to the lobby in deep thought.

He is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, he can't speak a few words in a day, but he answers every question, as long as others sincerely ask, he will definitely agree!

Qian Yichen immediately felt like he had found his teammate, and sat at the Eight Immortals table and continued to eat small wontons: "It has left a mark in the store, as long as you follow the ghost spirit, you can find where it is hidden."

A ghost without a support cannot act during the day, and even if it possesses a person, it can leave some traces.

"I'm not good at breaking ghosts with talismans. After finding it, you can leave it to me." Feng Fan looked at the sheathless broadsword wrapped in green cloth beside him.

"It's okay!" Qian Yichen patted his chest tolerantly and assured, "I will find it out."

"—Didn't you say yes, you want to investigate this matter with me?" He Lanjiu sat down as if nothing had happened, and turned to Feng Fan provocatively, "The ghost seal was interrupted outside the wine shop, what do you want? try to find?"

When Qian Yichen saw him, he felt his fists itch, and he rushed to retort: ​​"Ghosts don't use their eyes to see people, but rely on their breath. Since it has wandered around the wine shop, it will definitely leave behind the path leading to the hiding place." Line."

After death, the soul returns to the nether world. If the death is miserable and full of resentment and hostility, it will break away from the shackles of the yin and yang world and stay in the world.But that kind of ghost is often in a state of confusion at the beginning, only chasing the breath of the enemy in life.

When it is difficult to move during the day, it will leave its own mark on the last place where it lingers. A ghostly aura is tied to the target, and a long line is drawn to connect to itself, which is equivalent to making a mark on the map, so as not to come back at night Can't find the way.

"Really? You might as well pick it out by smelling it right now." He Lanjiu glanced at him disapprovingly, "It lives on people to hide its ghostly aura, but there are so many customers coming in and out of the restaurant every day, who knows when it will get mixed up?" came in."

Qian Yichen hated him pouring cold water the most, so he thought about it and told Feng Fan: "There is another place! After Xiaolian's death, the body is placed in Yizhuang. Go there and check, and you will always know why she became a victim of the dead."

According to the original direction of the plot, Feng Fan met the seriously injured He Lanjiu while he was resting in the wine shop. The latter, with his good disguise, moved Feng Fan, who was indifferent on the outside and kind-hearted, and became his companion.

But after he saved the villain with a box lunch, He Lanjiu can't be called alive and kicking, at least he can move freely.

While clearing the timeline, Qian Yichen deeply introspected, why did he carry a lunch box when he time traveled, it would be nice to have a dynamite bag.

Get rid of He Lanjiu as soon as possible, and all troubles will be gone!