Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

Not only female ghosts came out in the middle of the night, but also monks like Hua Ling disguised as bait.

The one who took the bait wasn't necessarily Uncle Weird, but Qian Yichen, who wholeheartedly gave assists to the protagonist and didn't mind being a matchmaker—although Feng Fan himself might not be interested.

But please forgive Qian Yichen for speaking bluntly. The method of pretending to be a ghost sounds very effective, but in fact it is useless. Do you expect to attract real female ghosts and ask everyone to ask for a sister?

The cold wind in the streets was blowing non-stop late at night, and the Hua family is considered a moderately famous family in the cultivation world. After Hua Ling revealed his identity, the group couldn't stand outside talking all night, so they went back to the wine shop.

Qian Yichen walked in front calmly: "Wang Jiu and I are casual cultivators with no background and no sect, working for the Hunter League, and there is a person in the wine shop who I just met recently, and it is because of this that we all stay in Qiu County of."

Hua Ling didn't dislike him for not being popular, but glanced at He Lanjiu with interest: "I heard that although the hunters there are not ascetics, they use all kinds of strange spells, which are eye-opening. What are you good at?"

She asked casually, but her eyes were shining with the hope of competing.

The 15-year-old young lady left home for training. When she passed by Qiu County, she heard about the evil spirits and stayed behind to find a solution. From her character to her age, she was not willing to admit defeat.

Qian Yichen only knew how to repair computers in his previous life, but this skill is basically useless now, and it is not as practical as the dragon slaying technique. After all, there are really dragons in this world.

And he remembered clearly that the Fuzhou Hua family was famous for its wood-based magic, and it was clearly not the season yet, but Hua Ling wore a string of wisterias in full bloom on her head.

So I thought for a moment and replied sincerely: "The Taoism is superficial and unsightly, especially unsightly."

He Lanjiu chuckled cheerfully: "He is making love with me..."

"If you dare to say that word, I will fight you here!" Qian Yichen interrupted him, threatening to strangle him with his hands.

In the restaurant, only one table in the lobby was still burning with an oil lamp, and the light just shrouded the people nearby.

Feng Fan was sitting under the lamp slowly drinking a jar of wine, looking tired and lonely, he just raised his eyes to signal when he saw them.

Here it is, the first meeting between him and Hua Ling!In the original work, the two walked together from the beginning, and now we can finally understand how they met.

Qian Yichen secretly clenched his fists excitedly, holding his breath to observe the reaction of the two.

...however, there is nothing special about it.

After Feng Fan nodded, he stared at the table and remained silent. Hua Ling didn't show any particular interest, and was busy asking the waiter to open a good room.

Not to mention that the slightest spark has not been wiped out, even the ordinary first encounter is not as good.

Qian Yichen secretly sighed a little disappointed, after all, the emotional line in the original work was as weak as water, and the mediocre first encounter between the two made sense.

But after careful calculation, the number one heroine who has many roles and is eye-catching... Even if she doesn't want to admit it, it still has to be He Lanjiu.

"It's a waste of time to run for nothing. I want to go back to my room to rest. You can do whatever you want." He Lanjiu started yawning and dragged him upstairs.

Why don't you sleep, don't you see that the protagonist is feeling lost, you should stay and comfort him at this time!

Qian Yichen looked at Feng Fan drinking alone, and immediately felt the urge to solve problems.

But what can the protagonist who stands at the pinnacle of all beings have on his mind? Is there anyone in the world that he can't defeat?

"Feng Fan, are you in trouble?" Qian Yichen's brown pupils were very sincere.

He Lanjiu had the completely opposite attitude, sat down next to him, buried her face in her arms and began to doze off.

"This matter is still pending. If it continues to delay, someone may be killed, and we must arrive in Qingzhou in the middle of the month. There is not much time." Feng Fan poured the wine bowl [-]% full, "If it has been hiding somewhere It would be bad to hide the aura and continue to make troubles after we leave."

Qian Yichen probably saw that he was not obsessed with this matter, but it was hard to tell, so he nodded seriously.

The Hunter Union in Qingzhou summoned hunters to arrive on the [-]th. According to his current disguise, he could not change his itinerary at will.

"Are you going somewhere else?" Hua Ling looked at the group of men with her chin resting on her chin at the end of the Eight Immortals Table, her eyes were charming and cute, "That's a quick fix, but I only heard about it when I was wandering on the street during the day. For one thing, the family is not good at controlling ghosts, and there is no special method."

Only then did Qian Yichen realize that there were other clues, so he stood up and walked upstairs: "We cut off a hair from it last night, it should be placed upstairs, I'll go get it."

"Hair? Where did the ghost get its hair?" Hua Ling murmured wonderingly, the wisteria on her bun had a faint fragrance.

The hair that was tough enough to be used as a string was kept by He Lanjiu, usually wrapped around his hands, but Qian Yichen saw that his hands were naked when he was lying on the table, he presumably put them next to the pillow.

Turning the corner to the second floor, when Qian Yichen entered the door, he turned his head and glanced at the end of the row of rooms. Hua Niang was walking towards the bedroom with her back to the stairs. In order not to wake up the sleeping guests, she walked lightly like him .

So Qian Yichen didn't say hello, just glanced at her casually, and suddenly found that her walking posture was...very unnaturally stiff, and it wasn't a woman who valued dignified manners and deliberately restrained her walking posture.

Moreover, when Hua Niang lowered her head and passed the lighting lantern in the corridor, the lantern shook slightly in the air as if it had been hooked by something.

Even though there was such a big gap in the middle, there was nothing between the top of her head and the lantern, or did something on top of Hua Niang's head hit the lantern?

Qian Yichen squinted his eyes to identify carefully. Once he deliberately looked for it, it would be much easier to find the problem.

A long strand of hair poked out from the top of her head, stretched over the beam, and disappeared into the darkness high on the roof.

It may not disappear, but it may not be seen.

Hair again!

The ominous premonition in Qian Yichen's heart became more and more intense, he withdrew his gaze, turned and ran downstairs.

The next moment, Hua Niang's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling appeared in front of him!

In the lobby, He Lanjiu was still lazily lying on the table, answering Hua Ling's question: "Of course there is no ghost, because that Sun Wenjun is probably still alive."

……

This seems to be a wine cellar, and you can smell the rich aroma of pear blossoms.

Qian Yichen opened his eyes and tried hard to recall what happened before he fell into a coma. The current situation of being unable to move was a good reminder.

Hua Niang.hair.

The thin and tough strands of hair mixed into Hua Niang's hair, treating her like a string puppet, carried around in the inn, tied to the beam at the end, carefully controlling the corpse's emotions.

So who is the manipulator of the puppet?

Qian Yichen lowered his head in the silent darkness, and found that he was bound very tightly by intertwined hairs, his feet were hanging in the air, and a bundle of hair was tied around his mouth to prevent him from making a sound.

No wonder Liu Bandit didn't find any trauma when he died. Hair, which is so weird just by looking at it, can get into the body from the ear, nose and anywhere, and it will definitely kill without blood!

The only thing he is lucky about now is that Sun Wenjun has no plans to kill him at the moment.

"Crack."

After the soft sound of flint rubbing, a candle filled the place with faint light, a few hairs put down the bundled flint, and stood the red candle on the ground.

Qian Yichen narrowed his eyes, and quickly adapted to the not-so-strong candlelight. Everything he saw could confirm his speculation just now.

On the ground are a large number of wine jars neatly stacked, with the word "Fu" pasted on the jars, and there is almost no place to step down.

In the air is a spider web made of hair silk, stronger than spider silk but not weaker, spread out all over the sky, extending radially around in circles.

He is the unlucky insect that fell into the lower left of the spider web. His hair wrapped around every part of his body and mixed into the spider web, blending seamlessly.

And the spider who is the master has no body, only a head, and sleeps with its eyes closed in the middle of the web.

No wonder the black mist that attacked last night was about the size of a watermelon, because she was only that big!

"Miss... Miss Sun? Miss Sun?" Qian Yichen called out boldly in his heart, but his voice was blocked, and he could only utter a series of murmurs.

Sun Wenjun...or Sun Wenjun's head shook immediately, and he was hanging by the hair and moved towards him. All the characteristics did not conform to the invisible and qualityless essence of a ghost.

The waiter in the store mentioned that the young lady of the Sun House is a well-known beauty, and the rumors are true.

That pretty face is small and delicate, and when the eyes are half-closed, there is a kind of beauty that is extremely quiet, or in other words, ghostly and glamorous.

What Qian Yichen was more afraid of was that Sun Wenjun was hanging very close to Lita, and they could hear each other's breath.

That's right, she was still breathing, and the air flow was thin and cool.

Who can breathe with only one head left!

Qian Yichen stared at those emotionless eyes, and shook his head the most to signal her to release the restraint.

Sun Wenjun scratched his right ear with a strand of hair, and reminded him in a hoarse voice with special meaning: "Can you stop shouting?"

Qian Yichen nodded violently, and the bundle of hair that strangled his mouth nimbly moved around and receded, his jaw ached with sudden ease: "Huh...well, we have no grievances in the past, and we have no hatred in the present, and I didn't take your money. Kidnap me for what?"

Probably more and more monks gathered in the restaurant, which made her lose her composure, so she chose the one that was easier to attack first?

Qian Yichen has a clear understanding of his own strength, he has cultivation but no spells, just like what He Lanjiu said, it is a ready-made tonic!

"Who said it was to tie you up? I want the man next to you." Sun Wenjun walked away along the cobweb pattern in his hair.

Girl, please don't use such casual words, please hurry up if you want to poach a corner... No, this is not poaching at all!

"What do you want him to do?" Qian Yichen was actually very happy to see the scourges fighting hard, but He Lanjiu must win, this kind of only ending is rather depressing.

Sun Wenjun continued to weave nets with his hair as hard as a new wife in Luo, blinked his eyes: "His face is so beautiful, it would be too wasteful to grow it on the body, why don't you give it to me."

Qian Yichen was very convinced and felt that this logic must be given full marks.

But Guo still tried to persuade her: "Look, you are already... dead, life with only one head is so boring, you should reincarnate earlier."

"No, it should be said that I really came back to life when only my head was left!" Sun Wenjun suddenly stopped moving and floated over, hanging in front of his eyes like a pendulum swinging, "Hua Niang was a frequent visitor to my house, and she secretly opened it to the gangsters for money. The back door, but I really thanked her when those guys chopped off my head."

Qian Yichen silently watched her flexible movements of swinging back and forth.

"It turns out that there is a way to get rid of the disgusting body, hahaha, from now on I will only live for this face, and I will change it to a more beautiful one!" Sun Wenjun held the bronze mirror in front of his eyes.

...I always feel that the information revealed in the words is very wrong.

Qian Yichen thought hard, but couldn't grasp that feeling.

Time passed slowly, and there was no difference between day and night in the wine cellar. I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know if anyone is looking for him.

Qian Yichen secretly prayed that the person who came here was Feng Fan, in short, the villain can no longer use the behavior of saving people to gain fashion value!

He had nothing to do but watch Sun Wenjun pass the time, and found that the daily life of this head consisted mainly of two things.

One, manipulating Hua Niang to walk around in the inn.Two, look in the mirror.

And the latter takes up the vast majority of the time.

A head of long hair hangs loosely, extending from the wine cellar to all parts of the inn, lurking on the beam between the doors, and it is completely impossible to see where the end is.

Qian Yichen's whole body was stiff while hanging from the spider's web, but his mind was more flexible than before.

He played the decryption game up to three times and cleared the level. When he focused on thinking, he quickly noticed the weirdness.

"Sun...Young Master?"

Sun Wenjun was looking at himself in the middle of the net, and the tough hair hanging up the bronze mirror actually broke a few strands because of his words!

The bronze mirror fell to the ground and was finally caught by her before it shattered, staring at the prisoner angrily!

"You didn't even have a female commandment in that boudoir. Instead, you put the Four Books, Five Classics, and the Four Treasures of the Study Room, and your voice is not as delicate as a woman's. At first, I thought it was like this when a person died, but now that I think about it, I'm totally a boy of thirteen or fourteen. Voice."

Qian Yichen couldn't turn his head, so he could only look at it from the corner of his eye.

So it's not her, it's him.