What is wrong with raising snakes?

"I..." Xuan Qingci was so stared at by him that he didn't dare to move forward. He turned his eyes and explained, "I was wrong before. Since the ghost escaped because of me, I have to make amends."

"You are not his opponent."

Xuan Qingci was not annoyed when his strength was denied, he was a little demon of a hundred years, and it has only been in human form for forty years, so he is indeed no match for Hong Ying.But the people in front of them are different. If they join forces, it will be no problem to take down Hongying.

The soul master saw through the calculation in Xuan Qingci's eyes at a glance, and snorted coldly: "Want to join forces? It would be good if you don't hold me back."

Xuan Qingci was dissatisfied in his heart, but he stopped talking about this topic, gritted his teeth and took half a step forward, saying: "Xuan Qingci, I don't know how to call the master."

"The little demon deserves to know my name."

When Xuan Qingci heard this, a hint of hurt flashed across his expression, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

The soul master turned his head and left, intending to start searching for Hong Ying from within Taoyuan Village, but after walking a few steps, he found that there was silence behind him, and after being slightly stunned, he turned around and saw Xuan Qingci standing there with a lonely expression, his heart trembled suddenly, A word came out awkwardly: "My name is Yan Fenglang."

As soon as the words fell, he saw Xuan Qingci's stunned face, staring at two puzzled red eyes, still standing in place.

"Can't you make it through?"

Xuan Qingci's eyes were filled with splendor, and he followed Yan Fenglang in two steps.

At this moment, Yan Fenglang discovered that there was something unusual about this village.

There was a strong smell of herbs in the air, and almost everyone in the village had a medicine bag in their hands. When they ran, they looked anxious and sad, as if they were going through a catastrophe.

Xuan Qingci has a keen sense of smell, just a hint of realgar smell makes his head swell, and the person in front of him becomes dazed, knowing that if he doesn't use demon power to block the smell, he might show his original shape.

"Hey, someone in your family is also sick?"

"That's right! I heard that the youngest son of the Zhang family was sick, so my daughter was worried and went to take care of her. Who knew she was infected just like that... Now this medicine, oh..."

"Too many people get sick, this medicine is really..."

Xuan Qingci heard the conversation between the two women, and looked at Yan Fenglang who walked past expressionlessly, feeling a little disappointed.So he took a step to the side and said to one of the women: "Madam, may I ask if there are not enough medicinal materials for the treatment?"

Seeing Xuan Qingci's red eyes, the two women shouted in fright: "Monster... a monster!"

This voice attracted Yan Fenglang, he turned his head and saw Xuan Qingci being surrounded and beaten, he frowned and thought to himself, what a burden.He simply turned around and prepared to look for the red shadow by himself.

"You are a monster... Is it because of you that the disease in the village has appeared these days?"

The woman's sharp voice pierced Xuan Qingci's ears, and many images rushed into his head like a torrent, causing him a splitting headache and making his eyes even redder.

"Ma'am, I just want to tell you that if you don't have enough medicine, you can go to the cypress forest to collect it." Xuan Qingci endured the headache and replied calmly, but looked at the place where Yan Fenglang had just stood, only to find that the place was already empty All of a sudden, he panicked.

"It's not a monster! What kind of place is the cypress forest? People can go in!"

It was only then that Xuan Qingci suddenly remembered, what kind of existence this cypress forest exists in the eyes of the world, it is an evil mountain where monsters are prevalent and mortals are not close to it.

"I……"

"What's the noise?"

Suddenly, an old voice came. As soon as the two women heard the voice, they immediately put on a respectful look.

Xuan Qingci saw an old man with long white beard and long temples in a gray cloth robe coming in a hurry.

"You are making noise here, don't you care about the patients at home?"

The two women lowered their heads, exchanged glances quickly, and said, "The patriarch calm down, we'll go back."

"Wait," the patriarch stopped them, glanced at Xuan Qingci who was shoved into disheveled clothes, pointed at him and asked slightly annoyed, "Leave without apologizing?"

The woman looked at each other, hesitating for a long time before she reluctantly opened her mouth, her voice was as thin as a mosquito, almost negligible: "I'm sorry..."

Xuan Qingci didn't care about it, and respectfully bowed to the patriarch, saying: "Thank you, patriarch."

"You said just now that there are medicinal materials in the cypress forest?" the patriarch asked him carefully, with hope shining in his eyes.

"The patriarch is not afraid that I'm a monster and I'm lying to you?" Xuan Qingci raised his eyes and asked back, as if he still cared about what happened just now.

The patriarch stroked his white beard, deliberately stared at Xuan Qingci's eyes, and explained: "I think you are very handsome, and he doesn't look like a liar."

Xuan Qingci suddenly sneered and said, "But I'm just..."

"You can find the medicinal materials needed by the patriarch within a hundred feet of the welcoming cypress."

Yan Fenglang interrupted Xuan Qingci's words, and when he walked over, he glanced at Xuan Qingci intentionally or unintentionally.The latter walked up behind him awkwardly, shut his mouth sensiblely, and the headache weakened a lot the moment he approached Yan Fenglang.

"This is..." The patriarch looked Yan Fenglang up and down. He was wearing a tea-white gauze robe with wide cuffs and strange flowers embroidered on his girdle. He held a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand in front of him. Detached, out of tune with the surrounding.

Yan Fenglang said to the patriarch: "I'm a soul collector," and pointed to Xuan Qingci, "This is my domesticated little demon named Xuan Qingci."

Hearing this, the patriarch's eyes were meaningful, he stroked his white beard and looked at the two of them back and forth, and finally said: "So that's how it is...The old man thanked Master."

As soon as Xuan Qingci heard the words "domesticated by me", the corners of his mouth twitched, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"In this case, I will not bother the patriarch, and leave."

The patriarch bowed slightly to Yan Fenglang, sighing in his heart, this person is really like a fairy.

As soon as Yan Fenglang turned around, the cold air suppressed by Xuan Qingci suddenly dissipated, and he followed behind Yan Fenglang with a gloomy face, but he did not forget to carefully block the smell of realgar in the air.

Yan Fenglang in front of him quickly caught his emotions, frowning slightly and didn't understand what he was upset about, but he didn't intend to ask him.

There are about a hundred households in the village, or at least a hundred people, but now there are only a few sporadic ones on the street.The children who were supposed to be playing around were nowhere to be seen in this village. The dusty roads were covered with long-rotten vegetable leaves. The small vendors not far away and the steamers on the tables were tilted to and fro. The steamer saw dust and dead leaves.

Suddenly, there was a scream from ahead.

The two of them took a closer look and saw a man lying on the ground writhing in pain, his hands scratching his body non-stop, as if something was wrapped around him and biting him.

"Ah—it's itchy...it's itchy!"

Yan Fenglang stepped forward a few steps, broke off the man's hand that had been scratching him, and pinned him down on the ground, saying anxiously: "If you continue to scratch yourself like this, my lord, it will only make things worse."

"You let me die, let me die! Ah - it's so itchy..."

Xuan Qingci frowned, helped hold the man down, and said to Yan Fenglang: "It's not an option to go on like this, or..."

"No!" Yan Fenglang's eyes were stern, which made Xuan Qingci tremble all over. He stared at Yan Fenglang in a daze, only to hear him say again, "If you use your magic power to save you, it will break the balance of the Three Realms, and then you will be attracted How many disasters, have you ever thought about it?"

Xuan Qingci glared at Yan Fenglang angrily, with some disbelief in his eyes, looking at him as if he were looking at a stranger.

Seeing Xuan Qingci's eyes, Yan Fenglang thought, did I say something wrong?

The two were at a stalemate, and Xuan Qingci became more and more anxious, holding the man's hand slightly tighter, with a cold face, gritted his teeth and said: "I am not the savior, what does your three worlds theory have to do with me? I just want to save people , if you don't even save the person in front of you, what is the difference from those evil spirits?"

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and put his fingers together, a blue light gathered on the fingertips, and he was about to point at the man Tianling Gai.

Seeing this, Yan Fenglang immediately blocked Xuan Qing's resignation.

"Grandpa! Please do me a favor, let me die... ah... so uncomfortable..."

Xuan Qingci, who was restrained by Yan Fenglang, turned his head and asked him forcefully: "Did you hear that? He is begging for death, how can you refuse to save him?"

Yan Fenglang pulled Xuan Qingci closer, and warned viciously: "If you don't save him, someone will come to save him, so you don't need to meddle in your own business."

"You! Yan Fenglang!"

"What are you two doing?"

Xuan Qingci immediately put away his tricks, staring at Yan Fenglang and gnashing his teeth angrily.

Seeing that the two were in a stalemate, the visitor dissuaded him, "Stop fighting, get up quickly!"

Yan Fenglang turned his head to look at the person who came, squinted his eyes and asked, "Why is the patriarch here?" He collected a little strength.In fact, he had already noticed that this person was not far away just now.

The patriarch saw sharply that the man was struggling a bit more, and hurried forward to help the man up.

"Patriarch...Patriarch...you let me die! I can't take it anymore!"

Seeing that he was uncomfortable, the patriarch took out a face towel from his arms and covered it under the man's nose. After only two breaths, the man passed out.

"Patriarch, you are..." Xuan Qingci looked puzzled, and there was a hint of doubt in his expression.

The patriarch explained: "This is the disease that has spread everywhere in the village recently. This is anesthesia powder. In order to prevent them from scratching myself, I can only do this."

Yan Fenglang stepped forward to check the man's own scratch wound. The flesh was torn by nails, the wound was stained with blood, and there was faint black air surrounding it.

This is...a poisonous curse?

"Does the master know anything?" The patriarch approached Yan Fenglang carefully and carefully observed the expression on his face. Seeing that he did not respond, he continued, "The doctor we invited said that the disease came from the mouth. But these grains, we have been growing this way for generations, why... oh... a few days ago, we specially introduced a stream from the back of the village..."

"What did you say?" Yan Fenglang asked sternly, then repeated the word "xishui" softly, and suddenly raised his eyes to stare at Xuan Qingci.

Xuan Qingci immediately understood, and said to the patriarch: "Patriarch, please tell me to go down, don't drink the water from that stream in the near future, I will find another source of water for the village."

Hearing the words, the patriarch nodded in understanding, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Xuan Qingci left immediately, and wanted to use his demon power to leave quickly, but Yan Fenglang glared at him, so he had no choice but to walk to the entrance of the village before turning into a blue shadow and leaving the village.

Most of the water canals in Taoyuan Village come from the cypress forest, but last month, due to the heavy rain, the canals were blocked by mud and rocks, and the villagers did not dare to go deep into the cypress forest to dig new canals, so there was the one mentioned by the chief.

According to what the patriarch said, when Xuan Qingci came to the village, he only felt that the place was very cold, but subconsciously went to the deep cold, and he found a trickling stream among the rocks.The water exuded a heart-piercing chill, even Xuan Qingci felt that it was terribly cold, and secretly warned himself that he must never enter the water.

Suddenly, just as he was staring at the water, trying to find a trace of clues, a ray of red light was reflected on the surface of the water.

Xuan Qingci raised his head suddenly, only to see a fierce ghost with a green face and fangs, and a fluttering red dress staring at him with blood-red eyes.

[The author has something to say: Collect the cuties you like!Thank you very much for being able to see this, mua! 】