Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

Silver lightning flashed across the sky.

Ji Fucha saw clearly that there was no blood on his sword at the moment when it was lit on a rainy night, but with his spiritual sense outside, he did not realize that there were still living people in the village.

"Ji Xianren, are you listening to me? Master is not wandering around looking for you, but I have taken away his unfinished important magic weapon." Gou Deng stood in the rain and waited for a moment, the boy's face paled. A little smile.

Ji Fucha weakly supported the door of the hospital: "Those villagers..."

"Not dead, but soon." Gou Deng frowned unhappily, and didn't like him asking this kind of question as soon as he came up, "Shouldn't you congratulate me? The Baoyang Sword is the only one in the world that can directly injure a mortal body." I have refined the magic weapon of the primordial spirit! In the future, even the old monster of Mangshan will not be afraid, don't you..."

"enough!"

Ji Fucha rushed towards him hysterically, with his right hand in the air, Yu Fuchen broke out from the window on the second floor, and tens of thousands of silver wires strangled the hook lamp.

Hooking the lamp deftly avoided, and looked at the exiled immortal whose clothes were getting drenched tenderly: "Are you really going to do it? Yuanshen, Yaoyuan... nothing more than a stronger soul. My sword can directly hurt the soul. The primordial spirit is naturally not a problem."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Ji Fucha slapped him on the chest in disappointment and anger, "I've already given you a chance, no... It should have been clear to you that your bad nature is hard to change."

Gou Deng faced the cold light with a sword in confusion: "Master Dao, you should be happy for me. Isn't it more important than a few mortals to be able to refine such a magic weapon?"

Ji Fucha didn't say a word, he usually humbled himself that his spells were mediocre, but he was not that weak when he was serious, he walked forward step by step in the rain, and soon forced the hook lamp back under a tree.

The strong wind mixed with the torrential rain became more and more violent, and even the treetops were shaking.

Gou Deng never attacked with the Baoyang Sword, and was wrapped around his neck by his fly whisk. He still had an expression eager for approval: "...why?"

"I really regret saving you!" Ji Fucha suddenly became angry when he saw his innocent and bright face in the lightning.

Gou Deng seemed to be unscrupulously excited by this sentence, and took a few steps forward to meet his naked killing intent: "Then do it, kill me, anyway, I should have been taken by the master to refine medicine, Only by dying at your hands can a whole body be left."

The whisk wrapped around his neck, quickly obstructing his breathing.

Hooking up the lamp soon, he didn't even have the strength to speak, he just stared at Ji Fucha stubbornly, while Baobing sword was still obediently hanging beside him.

Ji Fucha's right hand holding the whisk began to tremble, a little loose.

No matter how he regretted it, he couldn't do it. He really couldn't do it with this young man who would read to him every night.

Bet won.

"Hahaha, Ji Daochang, Ji Xianren, let me tell you why you can't do it." Gou Deng laughed wildly in the thunderstorm, emphasizing each word triumphantly, "Because of you, you adore me."

The Baoyang sword was finally out of its sheath, it didn't look sharp, but it cut through the whisk!

Hooking the lamp hit Ji Fucha on the chest, and leaped up the canopy of the tree to leave, leaving only one sentence: "You calm down for a few days, I still have something to deal with. You are so kind, you will forgive me. Oh and also, don't waste your true energy to save people, or your eyes will really be the root of the disease."

"Hook up the lamp..." The images in Ji Fucha's left eye overlapped and shook, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but there was no lightning, and the sky and the earth were dark.

There is one more important thing for Gou Deng to do, which is to find his master, the old monster Mangshan.

With illness, he can completely defeat opponents who are several times stronger than himself, but the old monster of Mangshan Mountain is vicious, and the chance of winning by sneak attack is better than the aboveboard one-on-one.

But Gou Deng has always felt a little uneasy during the few days of low-key searching around Shuzhou.

... Ji Fucha, shouldn't he catch up unremittingly, and kill him to eliminate harm for the people?Why have there been no movements these days.

Could it be that he hid it too well?

Gou Deng gave up his plan to seek revenge from his master, and went straight back to the mountain village.

Baoyang sword needs a lot of souls to feed, he is inconvenient to kill people under Ji Fucha's eyes, he always runs far away to find materials, and only sacrifices the sword with villagers when he is almost successful.

When master Mangshan old monster killed those senior brothers, he always said that because they are disciples, they have this blessing, and others can't ask for it.

So he reserved this honor for those closest to him, and swept the entire village when the rainstorm first fell.

Just rubbing it lightly, the evil spirit on the sword can make the soul suffocate, and after a few days, the soul will fly away, and there will be no such person in the world anymore.

When Gou Deng arrived at the village, he found that it was not as dilapidated as imagined, and there was still smoke rising from the roof.

...Aren't those people dead?

Impossible, it's been such a long time, they should have lost their souls long ago!

The place where the smell of living people is strongest is in the medical hall, and the hidden breath of the hook lamp is slowly approaching, looking inward from the crack of the door on the first floor.

The first thing that caught my eye was a pool of blood on the ground.

Ji Fucha sat in the middle of the blood, surrounded by a group of angry villagers, wearing the frost-colored gown from that night, the hem was stained with muddy water, and it was crumpled and stuck to his legs after drying.

But Gou Deng could see more things in his eyes. The clean and warm aura emanating from his body spread out, washing away the evil spirits from the villagers layer by layer.

——Burning soul to exorcise evil spirits? !

People who practice Taoism are no strangers to this spell. Using the powerful soul to wash away evil spirits, even broken souls can be pieced together slowly, but the caster has exhausted the power of the soul, and there is only one death.

In other words, who is willing to exhaust their soul to save others?

"Stop!" Gou Deng kicked open the door to interrupt the spell, kicked the villagers flying all the way, and pinched Ji Fucha by the shoulder to force him to stand up.

Fuchen's magic tool spirit stood aside, and the translucent child couldn't even walk, and even wanted to rush up and bite him!

"You...!" Gou Deng stared intently at Ji Fucha's dull eyes.

What do you want to ask?

Why do you want to save people?Why sacrifice yourself to save others?

The answer is already obvious. If it weren't for that kind heart that is so stupid that it makes people laugh, they still wouldn't know each other.

"If you hadn't come to ask questions at the inn that day, I would have already resigned myself to my fate..."

He is different from the gloomy master who always wears gray clothes. The upright successor is always clean and always stands where he can only look up but can't reach.

Originally, I thought that I would never meet this kind of person in my life, let alone get a little love from the noble immortal.

Gou Deng sighed.

He didn't understand why Ji Fucha was so cruel, and he still glared at him even though he had developed feelings for him during countless days and nights together?

"You like me a little bit, but I already like you very much. I'll go find someone else to fix your soul, okay?"

Ji Fucha slightly opened his eyes, his face was whiter than his clothes, he curled his mouth mockingly and shook his head slightly.

He was raised in the Qiyao Sect since he was a child, and his self-cultivation was first-class. He couldn't say too heartless words, but said: "That day, if I don't look back, it will be fine."

If there are not many things, there will be no subsequent involvement.In the future, whether you hook up the lamp and die in the hands of the old monster Mangshan, or both master and apprentice will cause harm to the world, it has nothing to do with Ji Fucha.

He traveled for three years, saved countless lives, and regretted it for the first time.

Gou Deng had a mouthful of blood in his heart, his eyes were so evil that he didn't look like a living person, showing signs of madness.

This person wants to break up with him completely, not even keeping the first accidental glance.

- How selfish!

"Except for me, you can't save anyone." Gou Deng said decisively, the sick sword was unsheathed but was thrown aside, but the scabbard fell into his hand.

The unremarkable scabbard faded and disappeared in Gou Deng's palm, turning into an invisible net that enveloped Ji Fucha.

"You..." Ji Fucha felt that he was separated from the world by a thin film, and wanted to move his fingers, but his eyes were blurred.

He used Yuanshen's cultivation to heal the villagers, which can be regarded as making up for his mistake of not knowing people back then.

As for hooking up the lamp, I don't want to ask him to make any compensation by pulling my collar anymore.

Such a person is not to be trifled with.

The poison in the left eye spread, and even the right eye was affected. Ji Fucha coughed a few times, and put her cold fingertips on the back of Gou Deng's hand.

Gou Deng smiled uncontrollably, but found that he was pushing away his hand, his expression froze for a moment, and then he showed his usual obedient appearance.

"There is only the last trace of power left in your primordial spirit. Fortunately, it didn't hurt the root, but if you continue to use it like this, you will definitely die."

Blocking Ji Fucha's five spiritual senses, carrying him step by step to the ice cellar, and going to the second floor to get new clothes to put on for him, using low temperature to freeze the poison and vitality.

In the past, Ji Fucha could not see anything with his left eye, and his balance was not easy to control. When looking at people, he always tilted his head unconsciously.

Now his head is also tilted to one side, but he is emphasizing word by word with his soul: "I never loved you."

Gou Deng sneered at the unconscious body, changed into his frost-colored robe, and walked out slowly.

"No, you love hooking up the lights, otherwise why did you make such a fuss in the inn?"

Yu Fuchen was still lying there, having been wounded by him once, Qi Ling's mind was in a state of confusion, and his eyes were open blankly.

"If I can't get your heart, I can still get your life." Gou Deng picked up Fu Chen and held it in his hand like Ji Fu Cha usually did. Don't be defensive.

The boy's stature has grown tall, and from a distance, he actually has such a fairy-like posture.

"At this time, Ji Fucha should be desperately looking for the hook lamp to leave the village."

Baoyangjian sensed what was in his heart, and burned an invisible fire, which penetrated into the soul and burned from the inside out, turning the mortals in the village into black ashes.

A piece of ashes floated with the wind and landed on the fingertips of the hook lamp. It was very difficult to wipe off, and the more the black was wiped, the more it spread.

As if reminding him of something.

……

The village rises several times and sunsets several times.

But everything remains as it was that day, the freshly built bird's nest under the eaves and the smoke rising from the roof are all so fresh.

Only the medical center is dilapidated day after day.

Gou Deng took care of the whole village by himself, but he never set foot here.

……

"Huh, huh..."

Qian Yichen seemed to be submerged in water and then suddenly pulled up, his soul returned to his place and he began to breathe heavily.

Ji Fucha still opened his eyes in high spirits, unable to speak, watching him with gentle and peaceful eyes.

With the real owner as a comparison, the fake version of the hook lamp can be seen at a glance.

Clothes can be changed, and Qi Ling's mind can be changed, but that temperament can never be changed. He is always the mentally twisted boy raised by the old monster of Mangshan Mountain.

Ji Fucha took a serious look at Qian Yichen, and then closed his eyes without saying a word, but suddenly a warm and bright power gushed out from his body, washing away the evil spirit on his body layer by layer.

What does it mean?

Qian Yichen regained his ability to speak and just wanted to ask, when a warm feeling surged from his dantian——his spiritual power has returned!

At the same time, Ji Fucha's face really showed a deadly sluggish look.

He used his last strength to heal the damage of Baobing Sword, and restored Qian Yichen's diseased soul to normal. The vitality dissipated immediately, and his soul left the body, finally returning to the right path of death.

Ji Fucha's soul left her body without nostalgia, but when she looked at Qian Yichen, there was a trace of guilt in her eyes.

"What's wrong with you! Why do you feel sorry for me!" Qian Yichen couldn't grasp the ball of light, and asked the air, "Just because you saved Gou Deng, let him indirectly forge that fierce sword?"

If you feel guilty, go find Gou Deng Xue to pay for it!Why does the real culprit not have the slightest thought of regret, but the other person is so...painful...

It was kindness for the inn to ask so many questions that day, and Gou Deng rescued the blind Ji Fucha from the hands of the master, and it was kindness to get along day and night and take care of him carefully.

But in the end it came to such an ending, the blue frost dripped blood, stained with despair.

Qian Yichen guarded the corpse in a daze for a long time, until the air-conditioning of the ice cellar penetrated into the bone marrow, and then he walked towards the exit as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"You don't sleep most of the night, what are you doing here?"

Another frost-clothed man stood at the door, grinning sinisterly.

Qian Yichen said calmly: "Hook up the lamp, the matter has come to this point, it will be meaningless to pretend any longer."

The cold light of the cold sword streaked across the night and hit him straight!And the whisk was thrown aside.

Gou Deng bit the corner of his mouth coldly, and the Baoyang sword in his hand flashed an ominous light: "The person inside...is dead? Ha, he actually healed your wounds before he died!"

In the past, taking care of Jifu tea and looking for natural treasures to nourish it did not mean paying attention to it, but only caring about the people who used it.

Now that everyone is gone, what does he need that kind of thing for?

An ice dragon roared up. It didn't dare to get close to Baochangjian, but confronted Gou Deng majestically.

Hooking up the lamp and holding the sword, he roared at the souls in the ice cellar: "Ji Fucha, you dare to die! I will continue to do evil after you die, don't you worry about those villagers? There are countless mortals in this world, if you don't save them , Don’t you just watch them die?! Talk!”

Ji Fucha's faint soul hangs in the sky, looking down at him sadly.

The powerful soul certainly has the strength to support him to speak, but he is not sure what to say to Gou Deng.

Ji Fucha thought about it seriously, and finally said softly: "Hook the lamp, I can't save you. You can't just live by threatening me in your life."

The soul curled up into a silver light cluster the size of a peony flower bud, floated in the air, and dived into the ground.

"Do you want to go to the underworld to reincarnate? Summon your soul... I'm fine too..." Gou Deng laughed and trembled all over his body.

Qian Yichen couldn't bear to interrupt his muttering: "Enough!"

"Otherwise, what else can I do, wait for him to reincarnate? By the way, he will not remember these things after reincarnation, and he will like me very much." Gou Deng walked around anxiously, and only recovered after thinking of the so-called countermeasures Normal, "I heard that the head of Fengshui Treasure Land is good at peeking into the sky, he will definitely tell me where Ji Fu Chatuo was born. I just need to be more careful when I do things, and he won't hate me if he doesn't know..."

"Don't worry, he will never fall in love with you."

Such a clean soul should not be involved with this kind of person.

Qian Yichen's words completely enraged Gou Deng, and Baochangjian forced him back a few steps to leave the ice cellar.

The ice dragon condensed by the spirit control technique held a beam of sword light, and the silver-blue fox fire swept from behind at the same time. After devouring the ice dragon, it didn't weaken, but rushed towards the hook lamp vigorously.

"Is it your sick sword that infects my soul first, or my fox fire burns your soul first..." He Lanjiu walked on the dusty floor, "The answer to this kind of question is already obvious. .”

It is also something that can directly harm the soul. There is only one Baoyang sword, but the red fox fire is overwhelming.

Qian Yichen pushed He Lanjiu away with a rare serious expression: "Get out of the way, I want to solve the hook lamp myself!"

"—I didn't intend to kill him." He Lanjiu folded his arms calmly, "Besides, he can't die yet."

"why?!"

"One question, was Ji Fucha killed by hooking the lamp?" He Lanjiu glanced at the man trapped by the foxfire.

"No, but died because of him! There are so many people..."

Qian Yichen's heart was still firm, until he saw He Lanjiu turned his head and said two words silently.

——Shixu.

Ji Fucha has already returned to the underworld, and the only person who is most likely to know the secret of Shixu is Gou Deng.

He Lanjiu didn't know the whole picture of the whole situation, but at least he could guess the truth.

Gou Deng may remember everything, he is not crazy, he is just seeking comfort by means of madness.

He Lanjiu didn't sympathize with this kind of person, if he was asked to comment, he would only complain that Gou Deng was not careful enough in doing things, and that the people who should least know had noticed the clues.

If it was him who killed people and practiced swords, the method would be much more neat.

They are also born in mud, and yearn for the cleanest soul and pure personality.

So He Lanjiu understands him, but he doesn't hope that one day, Qian Yichen tells him with despair like Ji Fucha, I can't save you.

What should we do if that day comes?

……

"If you really want to live as 'Ji Fucha', I have a way." He Lanjiu integrated the voice into the demon power, condensed it into a thread and sent it to Gou Deng's ears, "There is a magic that can be made into a piece of clothing with the body. After wearing it, it will be exactly the same as the original body. After you learn such a spell, won't you be more like Ji Fucha?"

Gou Deng suddenly smiled resolutely: "He loves me."

"However... if you are a big disciple of the Seven Luminaries Sect, you can't do some things, but you must do some things, such as helping to deal with a dog demon or something, understand?"

"It's natural."