Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

——Ji, Ji Fucha? !

Qian Yichen murmured in shock, but found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

It's not that he was silenced, but that his soul suddenly left his body and floated lightly in the air. Unless he possessed a person or became a ghost, it was not easy for him to let mortals see him now.

The body with only one breath left seemed to exhaust all its energy just to open its eyes. After a while, there was a flash of light on the frosty figure, and the soul also left the body.

It is much more convenient for ghosts to communicate with ghosts.

The soul of the person who called himself Ji Fucha was quite powerful, and he didn't feel oppressed, but enveloped Qian Yichen with a genuine peaceful atmosphere.

Regardless of the issue of Qi Ling's recognition of the master, this man is more like a decent disciple of a famous family.

He seemed unable to speak, but smiled at the humans who broke into the ice cellar in the middle of the night, contemplated for a moment, and flicked his sleeves lightly.

Qian Yichen's eyes went dark, but between breaths, the surrounding environment lit up again, this time it was not an ice cellar!

There are people coming and going on the streets in summer, but everyone is in a hurry, not leisurely.

Qian Yichen can see everything, but he is completely unaware of his own existence, and his perspective is not fixed on a certain person, but can drift up and down according to his mood.

"This is probably God's perspective... Where am I?" He murmured and drifted forward for a while, "This should be a memory of that person... I have it!"

In the huge inn by the street, the man sleeping in the ice coffin sat at the corner of the Eight Immortals table, ordered a bowl of plain noodles and ate slowly.

Now his complexion looks more like a living person, pure and unstained by dust, when eating noodles, he puts a jade-colored dust whisk in his arms.

Qian Yichen recognized that it was in the hands of another "Ji Fucha", and also confirmed the location by the way.

This is Shuzhou, the inn is the place where Yu Rushui met them a few days ago, and he even chatted with the waiter, who looked a few years younger at this time.

Well, it basically matches what he heard... The eldest disciple of Qiyaozong has been missing for a long time. This scene is a memory from a few years ago.

Then what he came into contact with before was a counterfeit.

Qian Yichen observed Ji Fu tea from above for a while, and found that the quality of the real tea was different.

When eating, he is not fast or slow, and his self-cultivation is top-notch, and even the bow of his head is so beautiful.

However, being neither fast nor slow also means slow, he lost interest after only watching for a moment, and turned to observe his surroundings.

Looking at it, I found something strange again.

There was another table diagonally behind Ji Fu Tea, and two people sat facing each other. One of the old men was half covered by a tile-gray cloak, and only the lower half of his face was exposed to eat.

And the other person... is that fake Ji Fucha!

That's right!Although he was much thinner at this time, with an indescribable coldness and evilness in his eyes, his facial features could tell that he was the same person!

There was nothing in front of the fake, he watched the old man in the cloak eat helplessly, and then looked up at Ji Fucha's back with envy.

On the other side, the real big disciple of Qiyaozong finally finished eating plain noodles, put the copper coins on the table to pay the bill, and wanted to leave.

After all, he is a cultivator, suddenly felt the sight behind him, and turned around suspiciously.

The fake's gaze immediately changed from envy to pitiful pleading.

Looking at each other, just one glance, can make people see that there are countless emotions of unknown meaning surging in it.

Ji Fucha was infected by those eyes, and found that he hadn't eaten anything, so he took out his money bag and walked in: "But isn't there enough money?"

Even the meal of the old man in the cloak was two steamed buns, so it was not surprising that this obviously young man could only go hungry.

Seeing him walk in, the boyish fake shook his head in horror, almost falling off the bench.

Ji Fucha approached a little, and stopped vigilantly.

The young man's long hair was combed sloppily, and his wrist was exposed in a short jacket with bruises on it... Was he abused?

The old man who buried his head in gnawing steamed buns slowly turned his head, his left eye was wearing a blindfold on his withered face, and the only remaining right eye saw the robes on the visitor, and immediately became sharp: "Seven Luminaries Sect?!"

Ji Fucha hadn't answered, when suddenly there was a dark energy in front of him, he waved his whisk to avoid it: "I don't know who is your Excellency?"

"Hey hey hey, go back and ask your master." The old man threw away the steamed buns he hadn't finished eating, and picked up the thin boy opposite, with a cold light flickering in his palm, as if he was going to cut his throat with a knife!

The fly whisk in Ji Fucha's hand soared several feet at the same time, tens of thousands of silver threads wrapped around his opponent's hand, and he threw it out together with force.

The old man stared at him suspiciously, his only remaining eye gleamed fiercely on his wrinkled face like bark.

Ji Fucha took advantage of the situation to stand in front of the young man, and still maintained his courtesy: "I have never met senior, but if you hurt someone face to face, you will not have no vengeance."

He was worried that the young man would be harmed by the old man's spell, so he took the other's cold fingertips with one hand, and passed a trace of his body-protecting qi.

The customers in the store were very sensible and fled in hiding. Only Xiao Er didn't forget to cover his head and face with the lid of the pot, crawled over and took away the money in the bowl of plain noodles on the table.

"...He didn't mean to harm me." The young man's slender voice sounded from behind, with a hint of coolness, "Master wants to drain my blood to activate the spell."

...Master? !

Ji Fucha was startled, and received a slap on the back immediately, which was not strong but contained a very vicious evil spirit, which immediately disrupted his spiritual power!

At the same time, the old man in the cloak casually raised fine smoke and rushed towards him: "Your master crippled one of my eyes, and I crippled one of his disciples, so it's even."

Ji Fucha couldn't dodge in time, and managed to protect half of her face, but the other eye exposed to the smoke felt a piercing pain!

"Daozhang, are you alright?" The young man even helped his body that lost his balance, then turned his head and said, "Master, he is poisoned."

The old man turned a deaf ear and approached, his murmured voice sounded as if it floated from the sky: "No, no, no, two of them are... good."

It took him a lot of effort to say the last word.

The young man who said "Master" one by one, supported Ji Fucha with one hand, and the short knife held in the other hand, pierced through the old man's body resolutely.

"You... a villain! A villain!"

Who is with whom?Who betrayed whom?

Ji Fucha was trying her best to expel the poison entangled in her left eye, so she couldn't pay attention to her surroundings.

Naturally, he didn't know that after the boy suddenly injured his master, he led him out of the inn.

……

Qian Yichen followed their footsteps closely, and stopped outside a remote medical center.

Ji Fucha had already lost consciousness, but the thin boy had great strength, and it was not a problem to carry him to run, so he directly brought him in, and found the small room where the doctor gave moxibustion and acupuncture to the patient, and asked him to lie down.

Then he killed the owner of the medical hall with a single knife, took the medicine and decocted it, filtered out a bowl and let it cool, and then went to the backyard to dispose of the corpse.

The boy did everything in an orderly manner, and his efficiency in burying the corpse was astonishingly high.

After holding the lukewarm concoction and feeding it to Ji Fucha, he smiled happily and called softly: "Prince Daoist, Priest Daoist?"

Ji Fucha on the sickbed frowned, slowly opened his eyes, saw the person coming with his good right eye, and touched his hand reflexively!

The young man's smile was a little dim, but he took out his weapon from his arms: "Your whisk is here with me, don't worry, I didn't lose it. I didn't mean to harm you, you forgot, I just saved Master after I hurt you." Come out, otherwise you will have been murdered by Master now."

After Ji Fucha held Fuchen, he felt a sense of security. A messy fragment flashed through his mind, which seemed to confirm what the boy said: "You...why did you save me?"

Although she is full of evil spirits, she has a bright smile and sincere eyes.

The boy put the empty medicine bowl aside, and suddenly asked: "At first, the Taoist priest turned around and saw me, why did he come over?"

"I..." Ji Fucha didn't expect him to ask this, his blind left eye was still burning, and his temple was throbbing with a tendon.

Because he was not used to looking at things with one eye, he always tilted his head unconsciously when he looked at the boy, and he lost a trace of coldness and purity.

The boy laughed again: "Do you want to invite me to eat?"

Ji Fucha didn't know how to answer the two questions, so he remained silent.

The young man sighed for his rigid mind: "Alas... Unlike you who are decent people who have to wear a righteous pretense when going to the toilet, we do things in a crooked way, and there is no reason for it."

"...evil ways." Ji Fucha coughed a few times with the bitter taste of medicine dregs, distracting himself with questions, "What's your name?"

"Hook the lamp, the lantern of the lantern." The young man leaned forward and beat him on the back, "Master, after you recover, can you take me out of Shuzhou? I disobeyed Master, he will kill me."

Ji Fucha didn't want the hook lamp to approach her, and avoided his hand vigilantly: "Can I still recover?"

I don't know if the bowl of medicine I drank unconsciously has worked. The pain in my left eye is no longer there, but I still can't see anything.

"If you take my medicine, you can." Gou Deng nodded resolutely, and instead of persistently approaching, he held a lock of his hair, "Without my blood, Master has no time to use the most poisonous medicine, and you can still save him." .”

Ji Fucha blinked his right eye, and the blurred picture finally became clear, and he saw the layers of scars on Gou Deng's hand: "Does your master...have a relationship with Qiyaozong?"

"I don't know. I started late, and the master didn't say anything." Gou Deng sensed that he didn't like his scars, so he stretched the sleeves that were too short to cover them, but he didn't expect to use too much force, and directly tore them from the middle.

So Ji Fucha saw more cuts, and compassion flashed in his eyes: "How many brothers do you have?"

"Forget, anyway, they all died later." Gou Deng smiled woodenly.

Ji Fucha couldn't bear to listen any longer, and leaned weakly on the bedside of the sick bed, before paying attention to the surrounding situation: "This is a medical clinic... Where is the doctor?"

The smiling face of the hook lamp did not appear stiff at all, and he replied smoothly: "I don't know, there was no one when I came, and the doctor may have gone to Yunyou for a visit."

Ji Fucha nodded: "Well, then when we left, he hadn't returned yet, so he left the silver taels. Be careful these few days, don't damage other people's things."