You've never seen such a righteous villain [Transmigration Book]

"City Lord's Mansion." Pei Churan murmured out the three big characters on the black plaque.

No matter how windy and rainy it is outside, as long as the city lord's mansion is still standing here, the city soul of Luofeng City will still be alive.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, all looking like they wanted to enter but were afraid of fraud.

Mo Chenyuan turned his head to ask Qi Zehua for instructions, and after Qi Zehua nodded in agreement, he took the lead in walking up the steps, and walked around the painted gate and vermilion mottled gatepost of the City Lord's Mansion.

Red paint and green tiles are nothing unusual.

He withdrew his gaze in a disinterested manner, and was about to tell everyone not to panic when the hand that was casually resting on the doorpost suddenly stopped.

In an instant, some sharpness flashed across his lazy eyes.

He turned to the ordinary vermilion doorpost, rubbed his fingers along the position he had placed at will for a while, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and shouted down the steps: "Brother Dingshi."

Zhong Ding was really taken aback.

Although he was close to Lu Qianchuan, he was inexplicably afraid of Mo Chenyuan. At this moment, he was called by his name suddenly, and he walked up confusedly, and stood beside Mo Chenyuan.

Mo Chenyuan pointed to the place where he had just walked with his fingers, and his tone was very brisk: "Do you think this is the mark of your Xuecheng?"

If it were any disciple who was not from Syracuse, after he finished saying this, he would definitely give him a blank stare, and then walk away filled with righteous indignation - because the pillar was clearly full of scarlet, and there was no imprint on it.

But Zhong Dingshi frowned after hearing his words, and put his hand up, feeling the lines under his palm, and the joy in his eyes almost overflowed.

He said repeatedly: "Yes, exactly!"

While taking out an unattractive gray stone from the Qiankun bag, the stone was so ugly and featureless, it seemed like he picked it up on the side of the road casually, but when he pointed the stone at the place the two of them touched , the stones, together with the vermilion doorposts, shone with a white gleam.

After the light passed, a lifelike black hexagonal snow pattern quietly emerged on the stone pillar.

Together with Zhong Dingshi, the disciples of Xuecheng all lifted their expressions, and the depressed mood influenced by Chengming eased a lot, and finally there was some anticipation in their brows, and the depressed atmosphere just now eased slightly.

Qi Zehua and Lu Qianchuan exchanged a look, each with a bit of peace of mind, he said to everyone in a warm voice: "Let's go in."

The City Lord's Mansion is tall and magnificent, with a wide space in the courtyard, sometimes there are pavilions, terraces and pavilions echoing each other, the verandahs and gardens are well arranged, and there are many exotic flowers and plants.

A gust of wind blew by, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard moved with the wind, making hoarse rustling sounds, like ambushes hiding in the dark.

All the monks couldn't help but feel anxious again.

Such a large mansion, if it is placed in normal times, it should be very popular and lively, but right now there are only a group of monks carrying spiritual artifacts and trembling in the yard, there is not a single extra person, and a different kind of feeling is born in the dead silence. It's spooky.

Qi Zehua called out Rin Yan, seeming to be vigilant against the enemy, but actually wanted to embolden everyone.

Sure enough, as soon as the lion appeared, everyone's panic and uneasiness improved a lot. Zhong Dingshi encouraged his family: "The snow pattern is still there, everyone don't need to panic, just go all out!"

A monk continued: "Brother Dingshi said it is true, how can there be a weak one in our group, what does it look like to be afraid of coming and going?"

After this sentence, everyone echoed a few words, and the morale returned to the excitement when they entered the city.

Lu Qianchuan breathed a sigh of relief, swallowed all the prepared remarks, and smiled faintly at Qi Zehua.

Qi Zehua also had a reassuring smile in his eyes, and nodded to him.

They didn't know if there were organs scattered in the city lord's mansion, so they proceeded carefully all the way, and used spiritual weapons to test it from time to time.A young disciple had just turned over an inexplicably bulging turf, seeing that there was no mystery underneath, and just breathed a sigh of relief, a piece of white robe was keenly caught out of the corner of his eye.

His heart raised his throat, and he shouted, "Who is it?"

What answered him was the spirit sword that roared out.

Although the disciple was not very old, his skills were extremely vigorous, he quickly dodged, and even hit the spirit sword back with his backhand.

Everyone quickly turned around and waited for the place where the spirit sword flew out.

There was a flash of inspiration in front of Zhong Dingshi's eyes. It was the spirit sword that had just flashed in front of him. He was taken aback and said, "My brother?"

The "own brother" was holding a sword, watching them furtively from behind a thick beam.

A sharp-eyed monk from Xuecheng saw his appearance clearly, scolded his mother on the spot, and shouted at him: "Wu Mu, is that you!"

The sword tip of the person called "Wood" who was exposed outside the pillar paused slightly, the spirit sword was put away, and then a jet-black head poked out, and asked uncertainly, "Ergou?"

"Ergou" was called by his nickname in public, his face turned blue and then pale, and he said in a rough voice: "It's me, don't hide you, get out here quickly."

Only then did "Wood" put down his guard, and after a crisp sound of the spirit sword being sheathed, he rolled over from behind the pillar with his clothes hem in hand.

From this, Lu Qianchuan was able to see his whole appearance clearly, he was a handsome young man in a snow city costume.

That "Wood" didn't seem to have a good eye, he trotted all the way towards them, tripped over a few not-so-small stones three times, and almost fell down in front of Qi Zehua with a dog chewing on mud.

Qi Zehua stretched out his hand to support him, so that the handsome boy of the "Wooden" brother would not fall too miserably.

He coughed lightly, hurriedly stood up straight, bowed to Qi Zehua and said: "I have seen Palace Master Qi, Ye Ruimu, under the gate of Taowu Lord in Xiaxue City."

Everyone in Xuecheng yelled before Qi Zehua made a sound.

They shouted "Wood, you're still alive", and those who were close jumped up and patted him, for fear that this good brother would also be missing arms and legs and become an incomplete skeleton.

Ye Ruimu was so excited that his voice became even thinner, and he kept answering "alive and alive", but then they couldn't bear to be touched by them, so he stretched out his hand to block the crowd.

Qi Zehua saw that they were over, and asked, "How's the situation? Are you alone here?"

Ye Ruimu's excitement when he saw his fellow disciples gradually sank.

He looked at Qi Zehua and the others, and the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe had dimmed to pale. He cupped Qi Zehua's hands and said in a low voice: "Everyone, come with me."

Ye Ruimu had probably stayed in the City Lord's Mansion for a few days, and he was very familiar with the terrain here. He led them to turn left and around, and came to a very serious high hall.

The three big characters "meeting hall" on the door came into view.

It was unknown to everyone, so "Ergou" seemed to be the closest to him. The two had been walking side by side. At this time, they pushed him instead of everyone, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you bring us here?"

Ye Ruimu only glanced at him, and "Two Dogs" fell silent instantly.

Ye Ruimu's eye circles were red, his nose flapped and closed, and there seemed to be a lot of grief in his eyes when he looked at him.

Lu Qianchuan suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Ye Ruimu pushed open the brown-colored quaint door, and a peculiar stench came out from the door. Everyone covered their mouths and noses almost at the same time, and some of those wearing sachets picked up the sachets and put them under their noses.

The door opened, and a faint light penetrated into the room.

There were more than a dozen corpses of monks neatly placed inside.

Ye Ruimu looked at them silently, as if he had been perfectly integrated into the solemn and quiet room, he tremblingly said: "The brothers I can find... are all here."

This sentence was like a thunderbolt, which exploded in everyone's ears.

At the same time, the people guarding outside the city were anxiously organizing the personnel distribution of the second team. Fang Shinuo grabbed Sun Youlan's sleeve and was about to knead the fine purple fabric into twists. He didn't know whether he was comforting his senior sister or himself. , murmured in a low voice: "It's okay, it will be fine..."

Sun Youlan patted his head reassuringly.

Liu Qingkui and several other disciples of the same generation from the Wan Ling Sect stood aside, wiping their swords and testing their spiritual power, while he touched the head of the white tiger beside him, and looked in the direction of Luofeng City from time to time. , worriedly muttered to Xiao Feng: "Eldest brother will be fine."

Xiao Feng arched him to show his approval.

Yan Zi'an and Lu Fengyi were in the meeting room, each sitting on one side of the table, staring at the map of Luofeng City on the table, Lu Fengyi swipe his fingers, and a road into the city was opened, and said in a deep voice: "I will take the next team in." Bar."

Yan Zi'an showed some hesitation: "But if we both move, I'm afraid people will be even more panicked."

Wanlingzong and Xuecheng are on their own side, Yan Zi'an and Lu Fengyi are the two pillars of the cultivation world, one in the south and the other in the north have withstood the chaos and complexity for many years.

What happened in Luofeng City was too weird, it already made people feel uneasy, everyone in the cultivation world was watching their actions, if even Lu Fengyi came out personally, I'm afraid they would be even more panicked.

What's more, Lu Fengyi himself is not fully sure.

The two of them were silent for a while, only the Lingzhu that Lu Fengyi put on the table to brighten up still glowed with a gloomy light.

Just when there was nothing to come out of, Yan Mingshu broke in with a thin paper man in her hand: "Father, it's the news from Senior Brother!"

A flash of joy flashed across Yan Zi'an's head, and he reached out to take it. The light blue spiritual power that Lu Qianchuan used to seal the news was released by him one by one, and the words emerged from above the paper man one by one.

Lu Fengyi's tense mood also relaxed a little, and he smiled a little and said: "I didn't realize that this child is still a talkative one."

Yan Zian smiled kindly, her eyes fell on the last square frame drawn by Lu Qianchuan, and her eyes gradually darkened.

Lu Qianchuan drew a box, put another question mark, and finally ended with an exclamation point.

Yan Mingshu looked at it in a cloud of mist, and asked in confusion: "What does senior brother mean?"

Yan Zi'an spread his fingers slightly, and the chubby paper man turned into a cloud of fly ash in his hand, and disappeared without a trace together with the news sent by Lu Qianchuan.

He said lightly: "It's not a big deal, you go and tell everyone first, tell them to get ready and act carefully."

Yan Mingshu saluted as expected, and retreated as she said.

Lu Fengyi narrowed his eyes playfully, looked at Yan Zi'an with searching eyes, Yan Zi'an looked at him, shook his head helplessly, a little tangle flashed between his brows, and finally sighed: "Everything has not been found out yet."

Just as he was talking, another paper figurine flew in leisurely from the outside, this time the paper figurine was flickering with blue light, and it fell into Yan Zi'an's hands without any mistake.

The joy on Yan Zian's face was even greater, and he unfolded the information contained in the paper figurine in the same way.

A flame imprint faintly appeared in the air, and to the right of the flame was a big fork with a steady pen.

Lu Fengyi was even more confused: "Is this brother Yufeng's?"

Qin Yufeng was better at this than Lu Qianchuan, and his disciples would not even intercept the news he handed out. Although Lu Fengyi didn't know what he meant by his words, if he could receive the news anyway, it meant he was fine.

This is great news.

Yan Zian stared at the two simple symbols for a while, and squeezed Qin Yufeng's news into a puff of smoke.