Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

At midnight, Hua Niang Restaurant ended its day of hustle and bustle, but the lights in a room on the second floor were still on.

"This is a violent flame talisman, and it can be dispelled by sticking it on the place where the ghost energy gathers on the roof." Feng Fan put down the cinnabar-stained writing brush, picked up the talisman and walked towards the door, "I'll stick it on first, and then go together Yizhuang."

Qian Yichen sat beside him and nodded vigorously, watching his back: "Okay, okay, I'll wait for you!"

Feng Fan said that he was not good at the art of talismans and seals, but he could draw a violent flame talisman easily. This kind of humble spirit is rare!

The door was closed again, he yawned under the oil lamp, picked up the cinnabar pen in boredom, and copied the violent flame talisman on a new talisman paper while his memory was still clear.

"This shouldn't be considered stealing a teacher..." Qian Yichen, who is still good at painting, murmured, "It should be used to save my life in the future."

But after drawing the spell, how to test the effect?

Looking around, his eyes fell on the back of He Lanjiu who was sleeping soundly on the bed. The bed curtain was not put down, and the long black hair flowed wantonly along the edge.

No matter how human-like He Lanjiu looks, it can't change the fact that he is a demon body. Even if the violent flame talisman that stimulates yang energy can't hurt him, it will definitely make people uncomfortable.

Qian Yichen's face was filled with joy of revenge, and he tiptoed to the edge of the bed: "Hehehe, let me put it on you for a test first..."

The wet cinnabar on the talisman paper was shining wetly under the lamp, and the incantation lines were smooth, getting closer and closer to the sleeping demon fox——

Then, took it back.

"...Didn't you still want to kill me during the day? Why don't you do it now?" He Lanjiu's calm voice suddenly sounded, and he didn't turn around with his arm resting on his pillow, and he knew his actions well.

"So you're awake." Qian Yichen didn't feel anxious about being caught doing something bad, he folded up the talisman paper and put it in his pocket, "Although what you did is quite annoying, it's not enough to be killed , and even gave me a little bit of cultivation... During the day, those words were all angry words, which are insignificant, anyway, don't talk nonsense in front of Feng Fan in the future, or I will really get angry!"

So far, he doesn't think He Lanjiu is pleasing to the eye, but it's only to the extent of "not pleasing to the eye".

In the future, this monster with a small tear mole in the corner of his eye will turn against Feng Fan, but that is a matter of the future, and He Lanjiu cannot be convicted of the current plot.

He Lanjiu faced him, and the tip of his left finger landed on the side of Qian Yichen's face like lightning to trace the outline, his brows and eyes were soft under the halo of the lamp: "Then what would you look like if you were really angry?"

It's not the cunning feeling of Yaohu Yuan's body, nor is it the politeness that deliberately wins the favor of others.

Not harsh, just gentle.

"For example, if you are like this now, I will be really angry!" Qian Yichen slapped his hands off and fled back to the Eight Immortals table, staring down at the ground, half of his face was still slightly numb.

The saying of looking at a beauty under the lamp is indeed true. He Lanjiu's appearance is good, but the deep outline illuminated by the oil lamp makes people's heart beat faster...

No, he has to watch Feng Fan for a while to wash his eyes, otherwise He Lanjiu will take his aesthetics astray sooner or later!

"The appearance you saw last night is the original appearance of my demon body incarnate. This face is just to make myself look more human." Rubbing repeatedly, "As long as I don't use my demon power, I am no different from ordinary people, but being too ordinary will attract monks' attention, but after giving you a little cultivation, it is you, not me, who attracts attention."

What does it mean to make him not appreciate it?

Qian Yichen raised his head in confusion and was about to ask something, but the door was pushed open.

"The Flame Talisman has been pasted on the top of the wine shop, let's go." After entering the door, Feng Fan picked up the broad sword placed in the corner, and said nothing nonsense in a sharp manner.

Qian Yichen finally had a chance to act together with him, and stood up as calmly as possible: "I know where Yizhuang is, and after I find the clues, I will try to find that ghost tonight! That...Wang Jiu, I won't bother you anymore, Go back to sleep."

It's not the time for him to give Feng Fan an assist, the villain should stay in the wine shop and save himself from disturbing himself to watch Feng Fan's skills in killing demons and ghosts up close!

"Why didn't you bother me when you were occupying my room and drawing symbols?" He Lanjiu held back her sleepy loose skirt in dissatisfaction, her long hair half-twist looked casual, and put on a smiling face at Feng Fan, "I have always had Sensitive, maybe it can come in handy."

"En." Feng Fan nodded lightly, ignoring Qian Yichen's expression of eager rejection.

At midnight, the streets were empty, and even the watchman didn't know where to be lazy, and the waning moon hung quietly in the sky, which was a little fuller than the previous few days.

The yizhuang where the corpses are parked is built in the east of this county. The so-called purple qi coming from the east also means that the yang qi in this direction can suppress yin and evil.

Qian Yichen wrapped his clothes tightly and walked towards the destination, bravely approaching Feng Fantao at the risk of blowing a mouthful of cold wind: "I was also summoned to Qingzhou by the alliance, but I don't know why, but when I passed by here, I found It was the ghost who asked for his life to delay. This is fate, why don't we go together in the future?"

"Yes." Feng Fan folded his arms and nodded, with the sword wrapped in green cloth slung behind his back.

His sword is about 21 inches long, but four inches wide, which is about twice that of ordinary spirit swords. The word "Li Chun" is engraved on the blood groove on the blade.

Not only that, Qian Yichen also knew why the Qingzhou League branch summoned the nearby hunters, but of course he couldn't tell Feng Fan.

Most people are happy to see the protagonist kill all directions, but what he enjoys is the process of the character finally reaching the peak after going through hardships. Necessary assists are allowed, and spoilers that take shortcuts are not allowed. Only in this way can there be a kind of joy of cultivation!

It took less than half an hour to arrive at Yizhuang. Two lanterns were hung symmetrically under the eaves of Yizhuang. One of them had been blown out by the wind, and the remaining one was wobbly and even weirder.

Qian Yichen didn't knock on the door to wake up the spirit guard inside, but walked around to the wall and rubbed his hands, preparing to turn over.

Feng Fan, who was dressed in casual clothes, looked at the height, turned over lightly and rode on a wall that was more than one person high, and stretched out a hand to him.

Holding the principle of never continuing to be ashamed, Qian Yichen resolutely refused the protagonist's help, jumped up and grabbed the wall with He Lanjiu's half-smile mocking expression, kicked his feet hard and fell into the cemetery.

"Your movement over the wall just now was so graceful, Feng Fan will definitely take a look at it." He Lanjiu then landed and patted him on the shoulder with a smile to make up for it.

"How did you get in here? You have no strength if you don't move your demonic energy... and you can fly over walls?" Qian Yichen threw him away depressingly, saw that Feng Fan had passed through the courtyard wall, and hurried to chase after him.

The tile-roofed house used to store the corpses in Yizhuang was not locked. Gently pushed open the creaking door panels, and after stepping over the threshold, Xiaolian's body was placed in the innermost part.

I knew that poor people who had no money to bury would put their corpses here, but Xiaolian's family was too poor to afford a thin coffin, so they put her on a mat made of several wooden boards, and then covered it with two coffins. A short white cloth, the top of the head and feet are still exposed.

Fortunately, the two oil lamps at the head and tail gave off a weak but steady light, which proved that Xiao Lian was not so angry as to lie to her corpse.

Qian Yichen seemed to know how to do it, and commented far away: "The ever-burning light is still on, and she didn't feel too much resentment when she left, otherwise the light would shake unsteadily."

In the eyes of ordinary people, this place is just a gloomy Yizhuang, but with cultivation, everything in the eyes is a little different.

"Not only is there no resentment, even the soul has been hollowed out, and the whole body is clean." He Lanjiu closed the door and observed for a while, sighing to himself, "What a pity..."

pity?

Just as Qian Yichen wanted to ask, he realized the reason.

For monsters, flesh and blood meals can only fill their stomachs, and there are only two ways to truly fill up their strength, either by cultivating or devouring human souls.

Essence qi wanders and diverges between the hair and flesh, but the root is in the soul.The longing and attachment of mortals to the present world after death will become the source of power for monsters, especially the extreme persistence of ghosts that generate resentment, or the powerful spiritual energy of monks, which is the best food for monsters.

He Lanjiu went to Yizhuang in the middle of the night with the mentality of eating supper, but only saw an empty plate, which of course felt a pity.

Feng Fan didn't hear his very soft sigh, walked up to Xiao Lian and leaned over to remove the white cloth, calmly staring at the dark red face that had lost its skin: "It doesn't seem like the work of ghosts, only ghosts with strong resentment can do it." To cause substantial harm to mortals, and to peel off the entire face so completely without hurting the flesh and blood, something must have been used."

"You mean, the murderer is not a newborn ghost who has lost his mind, but has cultivated for a period of time and has the ability to devour souls?" Qian Yichen was still a little terrified when he touched the corpse at close range, and glanced at Xiaolian behind him. Hastily turned his head.

He Lanjiu looked around the room with his arms folded, trying to find other wandering spirits to fill his stomach, and added casually: "In this way, she is not the first to be killed. There should be similar corpses around here."

The ghost's resentment from Xiaolian's body has dissipated, and the clues to Yizhuang have been interrupted. There may be new clues when the ghost kills the next person, but Qian Yichen will not sit back and watch this happen.

"There seems to be something missing on her body..." He forced himself to look at the stiff and strange corpse, and finally found something, "By the way, it's a hairpin. I saw it before when I was buying sesame seed cakes. The hairpin on Xiaolian's head The red jade and silver hairpin is gone now! Is this something strange?"

Because the workmanship is so exquisite that it is not like a fake, he even looked at it several times.

Feng Fan shook his head, and put the white cloth covering the corpse back: "The ghost will not kill just for a jade hairpin, the guardian of Yizhuang or her family may take it away."

"A woman who can't even buy a coffin from a street stall, no matter how beautiful she is, she can't have money to buy that kind of expensive jewelry. So the point is not who took it away, but where she got it from." He Lanjiu Glad to have the opportunity to refute him, he emphasized with a sneer, "The burlap skirt should be matched with a thorn hairpin."

Qian Yichen rested his left hand on his chin, crossed his arms and thought, "You mean... where did she steal it from?"

"It's not necessarily stealing." He Lanjiu looked down at those brown pupils, admiring his puzzled look, "Do you still remember what the firewood bearer said, that the family named Sun died overnight, and the house Has it become a ghost house too?"