White Moonlight Rescue System [Quick Transmigration]

Seeing everyone's eyes on him, Lin Ce couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, what are you looking at, if you know that the master of the devil is right in front of you, don't scare you to death.

"It's nothing." Lin Ce's face was very calm, he paused, and then said: "However, if you talk so wildly about the devil in public, aren't you afraid that he will trouble you?"

As soon as this remark came out, the tea drinkers who had been watching the excitement became terrified after a while. Now Naqi Shanjun is the head of the demon cultivators, living on top of Qishan Mountain, and letting the demon cultivators under his command go. A lot of people died in Xiangfang, and the victims of the disaster rushed to Jinzhou City. If a magic cultivator got in and found out about it, no one in this teahouse would be able to escape.

The storyteller's face froze: "How could the old man be afraid of that devil?"

These words were quite fearless, but the trembling tone betrayed him. Lin Ce didn't point it out, just smiled slightly, and took a sip of the warm tea on the table.

He only brought a mysterious mirror with him when he came out of the sect this time. Originally, he heard that there was a demon cultivator in the southwestern area of ​​Jinzhou, so he planned to check it out. Xuan Hao's gossip, if it wasn't for the fact that the storyteller named it was the real Yun Xu's business, he would almost not recognize himself.

"This person is full of nonsense, which really damages the reputation of the master. Let me teach him a lesson."

Lin Ce hurriedly stopped him, with a somewhat unnatural expression on his face. In fact, what he said was not completely nonsense, and some things still made a little sense.

Lin Ce coughed and said, "The business is important, so there is no need to waste time on these trivial matters."

Xuan Jing thought about it, but right now the two of them didn't want to stay in the teahouse and listen to the storyteller's nonsense, so they got up and walked out of the teahouse.

There were several middle-aged men talking in low voices at the door of the teahouse.

"Have you heard? Another village has suffered again."

"Why don't you know? I heard from people nearby that the flames were soaring into the sky, and the scalps of people who were screaming and screaming were numb. When they arrived, the bodies were burnt black, and the entire village was dead."

"Hey! What a tragedy! This is the fourth incident this month. I heard that Jinzhou is already full of demon cultivators. I don't know how long we can be peaceful here."

"It's all the fault of that devil."

"Hush! Keep your voice down! Are you dying?"

"Hey, I don't know when Han Yunzong will make a move."

Lin Ce's face was a bit complicated when he heard that, he didn't expect that the border in the southwest was already so severe, it seemed that he had to hurry up.

The southwestern boundary of Jinzhou consists of 24 villages, and the only surviving village is Xiejia Village.

It was already dusk when Lin Ce arrived, and the village stood there intact. It seemed that he was not too late.

As the sun was setting, the villagers working in the fields were already planning to pack up and go home. Yu Su stopped a thin man passing by and asked him to lead the way to their village chief.

Most of the houses in the village are low bungalows, quiet and eerie. Occasionally, there are people in twos and threes, hiding in the shadows and watching the outsiders silently. Looking at him, he must have lost his temper a long time ago.

Yu Su noticed that there were fewer and fewer houses around him, and just as he was about to ask, he heard the villager say, "Here we are."

The ancestral hall of this village should be in front of me. The door of the house is closed, and the door is carved with complicated patterns. There are two lifelike stone sculptures of fierce beasts carved at the door. The villagers who lead the way saw his gaze on it and explained. : "This is for a town house."

After finishing speaking, he ignored them, stepped forward and knocked on the door, and said in a low voice: "Village Chief, someone is here."

The old wooden door squeaked and opened slowly. There seemed to be no lights in the room, and it was pitch black. Yu Su felt uncomfortable, as if a pair of eyes were peeping at him in the darkness. , as if being hoarse from being strangled by someone

"Bring him in."

After hearing this, the villagers took him in respectfully, and lighted the lamp thoughtfully. With the dim candle light flickering, Yu Su could barely see the appearance of the person in front of him. Knives-like wrinkles, like half a foot in a coffin.

The altars in the ancestral hall were full of spiritual tablets, and the old man was sitting on the chairs in front of the altars, as thin as if he was about to sink into them.

When the old man saw Lin Ce, a faint light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Lin Ce concealed his identity, only a wandering Taoist priest.

Tell the village chief about the current situation, and tell him that it is best for the villagers to move away as soon as possible, otherwise they will be the next to suffer.

Hearing that the old man's cloudy eyeballs moved, he slowly said: "This is the place of our ancestors, we can't move it."

Xuan Jing was puzzled at the side and said: "Why do you care about this when you are almost dead?"

The old man closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to say much, so Lin Ce could only say, "Then can you let me and my disciples stay here for a few days?"

The old man opened his eyes after hearing this, and twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly, as if he wanted to smile: "That's exactly what I meant."

He called the man who had been standing quietly to the side and whispered a few words, he responded in a low voice, and then said to Lin Ce: "You can stay at my house these few days, come with me."

It was getting dark outside, and the village at night felt strangely quiet. The man kept walking in silence, and Lin Ce approached him unwillingly: "Brother, what's your name?"

"The Taoist priest can just call me Xie Er."

In the following time, let Lin Ce induce him.He remained silent until Lin Ce was about to give up when he heard him say, "Master Dao, we are here."

The house in front of them was no different from what they saw before, but a closer look showed that the carvings were more delicate.

Opening the door, Xie Er led them to the door of a room inside, and said, "Taoist priest, rest well, just call me if you need anything."

Lin Ce nodded lightly, watched him turn and leave, and slowly walked into the room.

"Master, why do I feel that they are weird." Xuan Jing scratched his head, Baozi's face was wrinkled, looking very troubled.

It seems that you are not stupid, this village is indeed weird, if it is as expected, you will know their purpose later.

There was only one bed in the room. Xuan Jing was going to lay the floor, but Lin Ce stopped him and told him to go to bed. He sat at the table by himself. Xuan Jing was not happy at first, but seeing Lin Ce's stern face, he obediently Packed up and went to bed.

Lin Ce was sitting at the table, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. He was already very good-looking, but now under the light of the candle, his air of coolness faded, and only those who peeped through the door could look straight at him. squinted.

The red candle was about to burn out, and the people outside finally couldn't help but make a move.

Lin Ce smelled a strong fragrance, which made people feel dizzy and dizzy. He quickly closed his breath and sneered in his heart. It seemed that he had put a lot of effort into it. This fragrance was specially designed to deal with monks, and only one stick was needed. , can let the unsuspecting monks be at the mercy of others.

Lin Ce softened his body on purpose, and lay down on the table. The people outside looked very cautious, and waited for half a cup of tea before slowly opening the door to come in.

It was the footsteps of two people. Lin Ce listened intently, and heard one person say: "Village Chief, are we really going to do this?"

It was really Xie Er, Lin Ce's heart sank, and he heard that old and hoarse voice.

"Of course." The village chief twitched his lips.

It turned out that they had already turned to the magic cultivator, so they could become the only ones who survived among the 24 villages. The target is placed on the outsider.

Although this is a man right now, he is not a person without enshrining.

A trace of greed flashed across the eyes of the village head, and he said in a low voice: "We have made great achievements."

Seeing Xie Er's puzzled face, the village chief smiled slightly: "I heard from Moxiu that their lord is not close to women. These days, there are people who are constantly looking for suitable young people to pay him attention."

Xie Er was still a little worried, and said, "What if... it doesn't work?"

"So what if it's not." The village chief's eyes flashed brightly, and he said, "Even if it's not, the person we found is a monk, and his inner alchemy can be said to be very useful to demon cultivators."

"No matter what, there's nothing wrong with it."

Lin Ce closed his eyes and listened, trying not to show his emotions, thinking that they were going to send him to Xuan Hao, what to do, he was not yet mentally prepared.

"What about that kid?" Xie Er pointed to Zheng Xiang's Xuan Jing who was sleeping on the bed.

The village head glanced at it, and said impatiently: "Throw it out of the village, they don't like such a little boy."

Lin Ce wanted to laugh, but he held back.

After the two talked, they reached out to support Lin Ce, and Lin Ce relaxed and let them manipulate him.

He could feel that he was sent to a room, there seemed to be a lot of people watching, he was changed into a coat, and someone was playing with his hair, whispering in his ear What.

I don't know how long it took before someone came up slowly to help him out of the house, opened the curtain, and let him sit in a red-roofed carriage.

After entering the carriage, Lin Ce slowly opened his eyes and looked around. When he saw his clothes, he couldn't help being startled.

This is clearly a red wedding dress!

The author has something to say: The wedding dress is for men's clothing ~ Mimi's article does not have women's clothing references for the time being ~ ps Rolling around and selling cute begging for landmines to feed.