Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

Since there are so many thrown on the ground, it must not be a natural treasure.

Qian Yichen casually threw away the medicinal materials in his hand, and continued to search the medical center under the faint blue light. The flint was placed on the dusty table next to him, and he picked it up and rubbed it against each other a few times. The warm orange light replaced the fox fire to illuminate the surroundings.

It is human nature to tend to light.

Qian Yichen felt a lot of peace of mind, so he thought about looking at this place.The medical center is divided into upper and lower floors, and there is also a small courtyard for drying medicinal materials, but it is different from the fine appearance, and the interior is a bit messy. Some medicinal materials are not even stored in the cabinet, and they are left in the open air, which will inevitably lose their medicinal properties.

He Lanjiu bent down with a half-smile, picked up a dogwood on the ground and held it in his palm: "What do you see?"

"...The owners of other houses left in a hurry, but this one is different." Qian Yichen took a deep breath of the cold stale air in the medical hall, "The people here should leave earlier than the villagers. The cabinet and the floor are covered in dust."

And in the residential house he saw just now, the vegetables on the table were all fresh, at least it could prove that the villagers had just disappeared, while the people in the medical center had disappeared a long time ago.

He Lanjiu moved the oil lamp on the table to the side half an inch, leaving a clear circular mark on the base that could not be covered by the dust: "Maybe...isn't that the case? With the disappearance of people in the villagers' houses, time stays forever At that moment, it was this medical clinic, and time passed by."

A deep and bewitching voice lingered in the dimly lit room.

Qian Yichen suddenly felt creepy, thought for a while and retorted: "No, we walked around the village for half a circle, but we didn't notice any trace of the spell."

He Lanjiu raised the corner of her mouth but did not refute. Instead, she turned her head and asked Ji Fucha: "It's already too late, why don't you rest overnight and make plans tomorrow?"

"Just sleeping in the medical hall?" Ji Fucha was leaning against the counter in a daze, and glanced at the dusty feet.

The expression is not dissatisfied, but it is true that he clearly resists living here.

"Otherwise, is there an inn nearby?" He Lanjiu answered as a matter of course, and added as he took Qian Yichen to the second floor, "There is an inn, and there will be no one... Well, there are still two rooms in this medical center ? Then I will live in this big room..."

Ji Fucha jumped up to the second floor in a few steps, stopped in front of him and stopped drinking: "Don't be presumptuous!... You and I are not mortals, just find a place to meditate overnight."

"I'm not, but he is." He Lanjiu patted Qian Yichen, whose spiritual power was locked beside him, as a matter of course, "You either help him untie it, or don't get in the way, our schedule is very regular, and it's already the time of day , it's time to go to bed."

Ji Fucha was at a loss for words for a moment, and couldn't think of any reason to stop it. With a flick of the dust whisk, fine silver lights spread out and disappeared into the air.

"What are you doing?" Qian Yichen had already lost his spiritual consciousness, so naturally he couldn't feel any changes.

"I have placed a barrier around me. If there are enemies attacking at night, I can detect them in advance." Ji Fucha looked down at the dusty floor, swept one side clean and sat cross-legged in the corner, apparently not intending to break into it. someone else's bedroom.

Qian Yichen somewhat changed his opinion of him.

"If you can't see the hook lamp, your trapped spiritual power cannot be undone." Ji Fucha opened his eyes before falling into samadhi, and added coldly.

Qian Yichen was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and with a blank look, he opened the door and entered the room: "Do all the disciples of Qiyaozong have such a weird temper, but why do I feel that he is not polite? It is because I am in the company of monsters."

"No, it was you who started messing around and ended up giving up." He Lanjiu listened to him muttering, closed the door with his backhand, and added two barriers to block the sound behind the door.

Qian Yichen found that the room was also untidy, he picked up the bedding and pillows and beat the dust with all his might, with the end of venting his anger.

"Are you taking the pillow for me?" He Lanjiu brushed the two chairs clean, and sat down next to the table, "Put harder, if you don't feel good beating the pillow, hit me to vent your anger."

"That's what you said." Qian Yichen resolutely put down his pillow and went straight to the master, and found that he was neither dodging nor dodging, so he stopped his movements first, "...it's not like you to actually not run."

"It really doesn't look like it." He Lanjiu leaned on the table and raised her eyes and smiled, "It's the first time I want to apologize to someone, so you have to seriously hit me a few times."

"--why?"

"The thing about the pine tree spirit..." He Lanjiu slowly stroked the corners of his confused eyes with his cold fingertips, "I haven't been with anyone before, so I can't understand your thoughts. Maybe what you said is right."

Qian Yichen thought for a while before he understood what he was referring to: "This... has long passed..."

Zhan Songliang's helping him was definitely not for the sake of his own safety, otherwise he would have chosen to surrender when Lan Zhong first showed up.But the point of disagreement that caused the dispute during the day, it takes a moment to think about it now.

"Yeah." He Lanjiu nodded, and when she put down her hand, a small ball fell out of her sleeve, rolling to her feet.

There was still a trace of coolness on Qian Yichen's face, and he picked up the brown ball uncomfortably: "Isn't this the medicinal material thrown downstairs? What are you picking it up for? Want to take medicine?"

He Lanjiu took the fruit ball with cracks on the top, squeezed it hard and blew off the shell, revealing the small pale yellow seeds inside: "This is Evodia rutaecarpa."

"...Huh?" Qian Yichen smelled the faint fragrance from the seeds.

He remembered that when Ji Fucha introduced it, it was called dogwood.

He Lanjiu dangled a few seeds in the palm of his hand: "These two medicinal materials are easy to confuse, but their effects are completely different, and Evodia rutaecarpa can be used as medicine but is poisonous, ordinary doctors will carefully identify it when using it, not to mention..."

What's more, it's Ji Fucha, the eldest disciple of Qiyaozong who is good at medicine.

"Isn't he the deity?!" Qian Yichen suppressed his exclamation, and reflexively looked at the door.

"I opened the enchantment, as long as it doesn't break, he won't be able to hear what we say." He Lanjiu smiled slightly to signal his reassurance.

Even if he couldn't catch Ji Fucha meditating, Qian Yichen stared at the closed door panel for a long time: "After all, I have never seen what the real Ji Fucha looks like before, and the clothes can be disguised, but the whisk looks It's nothing..."

"So even if he is not, he probably knows where the real Ji Fucha is." He Lanjiu yawned, and walked towards the bed where he could barely lie down, "Since that person wants to act, we are not in a hurry and will continue to act with him. "

It's true that there is no hurry, he can't find Ji Fucha, and Lan Zhong may not be able to find it either.

At least for now, there is a whisk as a clue.

Thinking of this, Qian Yichen's ups and downs calmed down inch by inch, but he still couldn't fall asleep.

On the other hand, He Lanjiu closed her eyes as soon as she touched the pillow, her profile was quiet and delicate, with a harmless delicacy.

In short, no matter from which angle you look at it, it is more likable than when you are sober.

……

His mind was so heavy that he couldn't fall asleep, Qian Yichen only felt that he had just closed his eyes when he heard a rooster crowing, and sat up abruptly.

"Swish..."

However, the crowing of the cock is just an illusion, and not even a single domesticated bug can be found in the whole village.

I don't know if it was an auditory hallucination, but he actually noticed the sound of footsteps gradually going away.

Only He Lanjiu, who was leaning against the window, looked at the mountain forest shrouded in morning light and mist with radiance: "He left."

"Who...Ji Fu Tea?" Qian Yichen got out of bed tiredly, the morning breeze was slightly cold, and he woke up quickly, "Let's go, let's follow."

It's suspicious to leave alone before dawn!

He Lanjiu immediately grabbed his hand to stop him: "Don't forget, he imposed a restraint around the medical hall yesterday. It's a two-way spell. Not only will other things trigger it when it comes in, but 'he' will also know when we leave here."

Qian Yichen suddenly became embarrassed: "Since we can't follow him quietly, should we raise our doubts about him now...or wait?"

"Who said you can't follow quietly?" He Lanjiu interrupted him suddenly triumphantly, and pushed the pane completely away, "I didn't release much demonic energy, which is not very powerful in his eyes, but I want to leave this level It's not difficult to restrain you. And you are a mortal now, I'm afraid it won't work, and you will hear footsteps if you try to go out."

Qian Yichen faintly saw Ji Fucha's frost-colored robe disappearing in the mist: "Can't you unlock my spiritual power?"

"I haven't learned it, I won't, otherwise I would have made a move." He Lanjiu also looked regretful, and jumped over the window sill, "I will follow first, don't worry, I will definitely come back before him."

The bright clothes rolled up before his eyes and then went away, Qian Yichen watched his back disappear into the suddenly thick fog.

When the window was opened just now, another piece of black ash blew in and landed on his clothes, making it feel greasy and uncomfortable.

It took Qian Yichen a lot of effort to clean it up. Looking at the faint black patch on his chest, he felt that it was an eyesore, so he simply turned around and continued to lie on the bed to rest his mind.

After "Ji Fucha" left the clinic, his mind relaxed a lot, this time he finally fell into a deep sleep and had a dream.

He dreamed of a very cold place.

There was no fog around, only the heat from my breath wrapped around my eyelids, blurring the faces of the man lying not far away...

Qian Yichen only felt that he was strongly attracted to him, followed his instinct and took several steps towards that man, and only when he was about to approach him did he suddenly wake up!

There is a story that the dead spirits of the underworld will call the living people of the yang world. Once you pass, you can never come back.

Thinking of this, Qian Yichen suddenly became vigilant, and the hot air surrounding his eyes suddenly disappeared!

—he woke up.

With lingering fear in his heart, he sat down on the edge of the bed, and the mortal, who dared not fall asleep any more, silently waited for the monster to come back.

The forest fog in the mountains cleared, and when the sun was about three poles high, He Lanjiu, who had restrained her breath, came in through the window.

"What did you see? Did you find the real Ji Fu tea?!" Qian Yichen greeted him immediately.

He Lanjiu was uncharacteristically serious, and said completely irrelevant words: "We may be wrong, he is very likely to be Ji Fucha..."