Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

He usually doesn't say such obvious uncertain words, it seems that the matter itself is quite weird.

Qian Yichen heard the unusual meaning, and immediately became serious: "Is there any evidence?"

"That whisk." He Lanjiu closed the window tightly, and placed a sound-blocking barrier as a guarantee, "When Ji Fucha was walking in the village, a white light flashed on his magic weapon, revealing its spirit, and it turned into a five-six The old snow-clothed child called his name."

Now that the name is called, this person is undoubtedly Ji Fucha.There is no possibility of a change after the spirit of the weapon recognizes its master. Even if the master's magic weapon is taken away, it will never recognize the new master.

This should be regarded as the identity card of the monk circle... But what if they have the same name and surname?

Qian Yichen didn't dare to completely rule out this possibility, but he somewhat dispelled his doubts about his identity.

"That's not the main thing." He Lanjiu felt that the atmosphere was too serious, and suddenly forced a smile, "Do you know what the two of them did together after he summoned the Qi Ling?"

How could you sell it at this time? !

Qian Yichen got angry when he saw him laughing, and replied stiffly: "I don't want to know, don't tell me if you have feelings."

"It's okay, I'll tell you if you don't want to hear it." He Lanjiu sat down next to him obediently, "I saw them enter the huts in the village one by one, cleaning up the house..."

"Clean up, house?" Qian Yichen repeated in doubt.

The unknown hobby of the chief disciple of Qiyaozong is actually housekeeping?

Ji Fucha took Qi Ling into the houses of the village one by one, fetched water, chopped firewood, reheated the cool water, poured spiritual power into the withered vegetables and fruits to keep them fresh, and ran to the roof to spread straw. Everything is well-organized, even the tables and chairs have been wiped and wiped.

"He wants to be a model of morality, so that he can live in a clean house immediately after the villagers find him?" Qian Yichen rubbed his chin and said to himself.

If "Ji Fucha" is leaving secretly to meet Lan Zhong, or if those disappeared villagers were actually kidnapped by him to a certain place... he can accept these reasons to some extent.

It's just cleaning up the room, which is a good thing regardless of the background, but it gives the onlookers an indescribable sense of weirdness.

"Who knows." He Lanjiu's ears twitched suddenly, "He came up from the stairs."

Qian Yichen held his breath and couldn't hear the slightest footsteps, but after a while, Ji Fucha politely knocked on the door outside.

"If you two wake up, come out quickly."

Qian Yichen opened the door pretending to have just woken up, and explained to the yin and yang of the frost-colored figure outside: "I am a mortal now, so it is inevitable that I need to rest more, please forgive me."

Ji Fucha frowned slightly, turned around and went downstairs: "...I will untie the hook lamp for you when I see it."

The morning dew in the mountains was dispersed by the sun, and under the shadow of the clouds, hot cooking smoke rose from several thatched huts.If you don't know that there is no one inside, the picture still looks very warm.

If you don’t know the details, when someone else wakes up and finds that in an empty village, people who should light fires and cook meals, some of them even serve breakfast, but no one is there, they will definitely be frightened. Six gods have no master.

Qian Yichen already knew who was responsible for these things, and still pretended to be shocked on the surface: "There is absolutely no living person in the village, how...how can these things still be used?"

Unexpectedly, the instigator was even more shocked than him!Ji Fucha looked at the blazing stove in a certain room, and his face was pale: "Could it be that we... can't see those villagers? No, no, there is no ghost around, it must be the lamp! He must have done it!"

The voice was already shrill at the end, Ji Fucha held the handle of the whisk tightly, as if it was the neck of the hook lamp.

— schizophrenia?Or crazy?

Qian Yichen felt that this scene of knowingly asking questions was absurd, but carefully observing Ji Fucha's expression, the biting lower lip and the suppressed anger in his eyes did not look fake at all.

Everything in the village, from the firewood burning in the stove to the millet scattered in the yard, was obviously made by him...

"Hook the lamp, come out! Come out!"

Ji Fucha's spiritual power scattered around like needles, Qian Yichen could barely dodge it, and the mortal's body was almost injured.

He Lanjiu opened the barrier, gloomy eyes swept over Ji Xianren, thought about it but didn't say anything.

The two parties have their own ghosts, but they still want to act.

"I know you haven't left all this time, so why don't you just come out and meet me instead of pretending to be fools around?" Ji Fucha believed that the person he was looking for was here, and shuttled through the village like crazy.

When he kicked open a certain door, a wooden stick behind the door fell down. He dodged sideways, stood in the empty room for a while, and then walked out dejectedly.

A day in the village passed like this.

When the lights are on, the dusty hospital hall.

Leaving aside the issue of identity, Qian Yichen still has two issues that need to be clarified.First, why did he keep the village in an inhabited state?Second, why didn't he clean the hospital?

If last night was because of two uninvited guests, me and He Lanjiu, what about when no one was in the way?

Other three-four-five problems, such as where the villagers went, why Ji Fucha pretended to be—or whether he was really crazy and lost his memory, can be solved later.

Qian Yichen feels that as long as he grasps the two most critical points, everything can be solved easily.

"Pretending." He Lanjiu set up an enchantment in the house as usual, and said these two words.

Is it the state of Ji Fucha?

In Qian Yichen's heart, the probability is half to half. I don't understand why he is so sure about the conclusion: "Amnesia, or there is another personality in his soul, it's all possible."

"I remember during the daytime..." He Lanjiu squinted his eyes while sitting under the oil lamp, "That man kicked open a house and almost got hit by a wooden stick...I could see clearly that he moved to the side first One step, and then the stick fell. He had already turned the room one by one, knew where to pay attention, and pretended not to explain in front of you and me, and obviously remembered these things."

"Then, we've been acting from the beginning to the end...then what shall we do?" Ji Fucha's crazy or calm expression flashed in front of Qian Yichen's eyes, which naturally made people feel scary.

It's a pity not to win an Oscar winner for this technology.

But it may not be a good idea to point it out. Medical common sense tells us not to provoke mental patients rashly.

He Lanjiu said: "What else can I do? Of course, let's see how long he will act."

He is not in a hurry, but Qian Yichen still remembers the monsters who are ready to move for the evil day, so he can't spend a lot of time here...

Forget it, after the dark day has passed, Lan finally has nothing to do, anyway, the person closest to "Ji Fucha" is him.

Qian Yichen thought for a long time before returning to his senses, and found that He Lanjiu had fallen asleep again, breathing calmly, and even the warm red dress seemed much gentler.

Tiredness hit at the same time, Qian Yichen touched the edge of the bed and fell over.

... Then, I had that dream again.

"Come on, please come here..."

In the dream, someone was calling him very gently, with a chilly air, as if to take him to the other shore.

Qian Yichen woke up suddenly, and found that the oil lamp was about to go out, and his head was covered with cold sweat.

There was no specific scene in that dream, but it just made him feel an indescribably strong obsession.

Qian Yichen couldn't sleep anymore, turned over and got out of bed anxiously, walked around the room for a few steps, and opened the door violently.

"Where are you going..." He Lanjiu opened his sleepy eyes when he heard the voice.The monster's body doesn't get tired, but its soul does, and it actually fell asleep for a moment just now.

"Get up at night."

"I'll accompany you..." He Lanjiu lazily struggled to get up.

"Go to sleep, as long as Ji Fucha still wants to be the chief disciple of Qiyaozong, he won't really hurt me." Qian Yichen coaxed him to sleep, picked up the oil lamp and walked downstairs.

Ji Fucha meditated at the door the day before, probably didn't sleep very comfortably, so now he takes up the room opposite the door to take a nap.

He couldn't hear any sound, but he could tell from the light and shadow coming through the crack of the door that he was not asleep.

Qian Yichen stayed in front of the door for a short while, then walked downstairs resolutely.After being reduced to a mortal body again, his resistance decreased at the same time, and he didn't even realize it. His increasingly restless steps were guiding him in a certain direction.

On the ground floor of the medical hall, there is an inconspicuous secret door behind the medicine cabinet. As soon as you approach it, you can feel a gloomy chill.

Exactly the same as in the dream.

Qian Yichen supported the oil lamp with his left hand and pushed open the door, the chilly wind gushed out, making the light of the oil lamp even dimmer.

However, the faint light refracts a fantastic splendor inside the door, making the whole space brightly lit up, and it can bring out fine golden light as soon as it walks around.

Ice is also a medicinal material, and some medicinal materials need to be preserved properly. It is not surprising to build an ice cellar in a medical hall.The orange light of the oil lamp was refracted in all directions by the irregular ice edges, and the space lit up. It was obviously dead but not scary.

It was as if...something very peaceful was waiting for him inside.

Qian Yichen ignored his reddish fingertips from the cold, and walked towards the depths of the ice cellar as if possessed, even if there was an evil hand locking the door from the outside at this time, he didn't care.

Bypassing a low ice wall, under the oil lamp, there was a figure in a frost-colored robe lying quietly in the ice coffin. Because it was placed for too long, the eyelashes on the closed pupils were covered with a layer crushed ice.

alive?or dead?

Qian Yichen's first reaction was the latter, but the man's face was too gentle, and he didn't have the stiffness of a corpse at all.

His spiritual sense was locked, and he couldn't perceive the vitality of the other party at the first time, so he could only use the most stupid method, pulling out his hair to test his breath.

A jet-black broken hair hung down under the man's nose, motionless.Qian Yichen persisted for a while longer, and finally... finally saw it sway very slightly!

This man is still alive!

Relieved and happy, he finally shifted his attention.

In the faint light, the man opened his eyes at some point and was staring at him.

"Clap."

The oil lamp fell to the ground and finally went out.

There was silence in the ice cellar, and Qian Yichen felt that his soul was sucked into those deep eyes.

"I am under the tutelage of Ke Qingfeng, the suzerain of the Qiyao Sect, and I am the eldest disciple of the suzerain..."