Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Mi and Cheng Zhan left the Taoist mansion, and were led all the way to the Xiangfu gate at the entrance of Yi Lane in the north of the city by the Henantian faction. After showing the Taoist mansion certificate, they entered the courtyard.

The head steward of the Xiang Mansion bowed his waist and sighed while leading the way. The old brown robes on his body turned white, indicating that the Xiang Mansion was declining day by day. Such a waste of life, even the murderer can't know."

Jiang Mi glanced at the butler's back, but didn't speak, and Cheng Zhan, who was wearing a golden gauze hat beside him, was hidden in it, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Just as everyone was walking, a young man hurried over from the corridor with his left hand. The young man whispered to the butler a few times, and the butler's flustered face could be seen panicked.

"Go over, go over! I'm coming!" After talking with the boy, he turned his head to look at Jiang Mi and the two with apologetic faces. In an emergency, I really can't get rid of myself."

Jiang Mi looked at the housekeeper and servant who were going away, and he didn't have any curiosity in his heart, and he didn't seem to feel any impatience when he caught a glimpse of his master beside him.

After waiting for a while, someone came, but it wasn't the housekeeper, but a little maid, who saluted and said, "My wife has an invitation, and I invite the two immortals to move into the inner courtyard. "

Jiang Mi raised his eyes calmly, did not make a sound, just followed behind the little maid.After the three of them bypassed the ditches, the garden of flowers and plants, they finally arrived in front of the lady's yard.

Before he got to the yard, he heard bursts of women weeping, looking extremely distressed.

The little servant girl led Jiang Mi and Cheng Zhan into the room with the curtain open. There was a woman leaning on the upper seat in the center of the hall. The woman's temple hair was disheveled, her hairpins were crooked, and her face looked a bit old and haggard. She was caressed by the maids before her. Chest, patted the back, wheezing and coughing.

Previously, the housekeeper of the Xiangfu was busy sending his servants to find the doctor.

The woman slowly opened her red and swollen eyes, but she saw Jiang Mi standing in the middle of the room. They were being supported and forced to get up, but they fell back on the chair. The woman bowed her head deeply, He asked with an uneven breath, "This is the two fairy families..."

The steward of the Xiangfu hurriedly responded, "This is the two immortals from the Taoist residence."

The woman nodded, "That's good, that's good..." She looked at Jiang Mi who was the leader, but after staring for a while, her eyes showed a little bit of surprise, and she said in a daze, "You..."

She wanted to say something, but she reacted immediately as if she was sober, "Thank you all the immortals for coming to the mansion. My master has not released the coffin so far because the murderer has not been caught. Now my master's coffin is in the main house. Women can hardly close their eyes all day long."

Although Jiang Mi didn't like to deal with this kind of situation, he still listened to her and was just about to speak.

But his master behind him spoke, his voice was extremely gentle, and he said concisely, "Where is Xiang Yutang's study when he died?"

Xiang Yutang was the old man who died earlier in Xiangfu, the people around were all taken aback when they heard this, and the bunch of crying words prepared by the woman were also choked back into their stomachs.

It was the housekeeper who reacted first, and hurriedly said, "Hurry up and take the two immortals there."

After entering Xiang's mansion, it took less than half an hour for Jiang Mi to touch the door of the murder scene.

Jiang Mi and Cheng Zhan walked into the study room, the rows of sandalwood bookshelves exuded a faint fragrance, some dust fell on the wooden tables and chairs, cobwebs were formed in the inkstone, and the books and files were placed in a mess.

The servant behind him explained, "People from the Daoist Mansion have come to tell us not to destroy the appearance of the study when the master died, so no one has cleaned the study."

Jiang Mi nodded, and let the boy leave first.

Jiang Mi looked around in the room, came to the desk, reached out to pick up a book on it, and looked at the contents, but it seemed to be related to Taoism. Said that Xiang Yutang is a real mortal, how could he read this kind of book, could it be that he just read it casually to broaden his horizons?

Jiang Mi stroked the book, thought for a moment, then turned his head and handed it to Cheng Zhan who was behind him, and said, "Master, is this a book for cultivating Taoism?"

Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes, and stretched out his white fingers to take it. He only glanced at it, and then said, "This is the book on the cultivation method of demon cultivators."

Jiang Mi pondered for a moment. He thought it was just a book for ordinary cultivators, but he didn’t expect it was read by demon cultivators. This Xiang Yutang is different from ordinary people. Besides, when the woman in Xiang’s mansion saw him for the first time, why did she show that expression? Looking at it, Jiang Mi could tell after thinking about it that something was really wrong with Xiang Fu.

There may be other things hidden in this study, but although Jiang Mi is now at the Jindan stage, he still can't use his spiritual consciousness to thoroughly investigate all the subtle things around him, so he said to his master, "Master, this Is there any mechanism for hiding things in the place, can you check it out with your spiritual sense?"

Cheng Zhan didn't speak, but the study room was suddenly filled with spiritual power. After a while, the stone bricks under the study room were lifted up one after another, revealing a hollow under the vase in the corner, and a square The carved wooden box was controlled by spiritual power and fell in front of Jiang Mi.

Jiang Mi reached out to take it, and did not forget to say, "Thank you, Master."

He looked at the carved wooden box, and found that there was a lock on it. What was strange was that the lock might still be a celestial magic weapon, and it was estimated that ordinary things could not be opened.

But after all, Jiang Mi is not an ordinary thing. He showed his wolf claws and stretched out his hand to pull it away, but the palm of his hand was slightly burned. Fortunately, Jiang Mi healed very quickly, so he didn't think it mattered.

But the carved wooden box in Jiang Mi's hand suddenly turned into powder, together with the lock that fell to the ground.

Jiang Mi looked back at Cheng Zhan with a little doubt. Although his master's expression was as usual, he was still calm, but there was a chill all over him, and he seemed unwilling to explain more.

Jiang Mi didn't think too much, looked at a painting scroll in the powder in his hand, and slowly opened it.

A flying colorful skirt came into view, maybe it was a portrait of a woman, Jiang Mi thought casually.

It wasn't until Jiang Mi opened the complete portrait that he realized that, as he had expected, it was indeed a woman, an extremely beautiful woman, and the painting was so delicate that even the folds on the skirt were clearly visible.

It is also thanks to the superb artistry of this painter.Jiang Mi found that the woman in this painting was [-] to [-]% similar to himself, especially the eyebrows and eyes, which were quite wanton.

Jiang Mi recalled the expression of the woman in Xiangfu before, and she roughly understood it. It is estimated that the woman had seen this portrait before, and also found the similarities between Jiang Mi and the woman in this painting.

This is rather interesting, Jiang Mi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and he showed the painting scroll to his master, "Master, you can see that the woman in this painting is somewhat similar to me."

Cheng Zhan's slender eyelashes, which were as long as butterfly wings, fanned lightly, and his light-colored eyes glanced, "Nothing."

Jiang Mi was stunned for a moment, then looked again, doesn't it look like it.

Cheng Zhan spoke again, "When do you want to see this portrait?"

Jiang Mi came back to his senses, rolled up the scroll and held it in his hand, "Master, let's go."

Jiang Mi was not ready to continue playing guessing games with the people in Xiang's house, so he went to the inner courtyard, and placed the scroll in front of the woman in front of everyone.

The animal ears on the top of his head were erect, and his golden pupils looked at the woman lightly, "Madam, who is the person in this painting?"

When the woman saw the scroll, she seemed to be in disbelief, her face was shocked, and she murmured subconsciously, "I obviously burned it... how could it..." She seemed to have fallen into hysteria again, and Jiang Mi couldn't help asking. If he didn't answer, a group of servants around him stepped forward to persuade him.

The steward of the Xiangfu looked at Jiang Mi with an angry face, and was about to push and push, "Why are you irritating my wife, you know she..."

Before he finished speaking, the butler was forced to shut up, and fell to the ground all of a sudden, struggling to make a babbling sound from his throat.

"Noisy."

When Cheng Zhan saw that the housekeeper was going to attack Jiang Mi, he lost all patience. He took a step forward and asked the woman with a cold face, "Who is the person in this painting?"

The woman was forced to open her mouth involuntarily, "It's a beautiful and charming child my master took in back then, named... Hu Lan."

Cheng Chan already knew what Jiang Mi wanted to know, turned around and left, as if he didn't want to stay any longer, and said to Jiang Mi next to him, "Let's go."

Holding the scroll in his hand, Jiang Mi thought it was funny when he recalled his master's way of protecting the calf just now.

As soon as the two stepped out of the gate of Xiangfu, they found that there was no one on both sides of the street. The gates of each house were closed tightly.

Cheng Zhan went to tug on Jiang Mi's sleeve in an instant, but it was empty, seeing that Jiang Mi who was beside him had disappeared. No longer the cold and cold appearance of an exile.

And when Jiang Mi realized something was wrong, he looked at the master beside him, but there was no sign of him.

He put away the somewhat careless expression on his face, looked around, and walked up the street, with his tail drooping behind him, as if he was taking a leisurely walk in the courtyard.

But the sky is getting darker and darker, with the tendency of storms coming, which makes people tremble secretly.

He was waiting, if he guessed correctly, this thing should be aimed at him.

Suddenly, a black air rushed past him from behind, making a strange laugh.

Jiang Mi was still indifferent, without the slightest fear, walking leisurely and carelessly.

Until the black air rushed back and forth dozens of times, even during the period, some bloody, grinning monsters appeared from the ground, trying to pull Jiang Mi's leg, Jiang Mi still had that senseless attitude on his face.

Hei Qi finally couldn't hold his breath anymore, and he took the shape of a nine-foot giant holding a long ax and appeared in front of Jiang Mi, blocking his way.

A deafening hoarse voice sounded, "You are very insane!"

Jiang Mi finally no longer had that lazy look, and his golden pupils stared heavily at the black gas giant, "You are from the devil world."

The black air giant suddenly let out a strange laugh, "Aren't you also a demon, what is in your sea of ​​consciousness, didn't your master tell you!"