I am the soul behind the villain [Quick Transmigration]

When Jiang Yi woke up, he saw the skylight penetrating into the room from the gap outside the curtain, stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead, and half sat up.

A strange feeling came from his lower back, and Jiang Yi's movements stiffened immediately, and then he found that there was only a slight numbness.

Then I thought of the scene I accidentally saw last night.

At that time, I thought it was a dazzling illusion, but now that I think about it carefully, it should be that Cang Jin didn't sleep all night, and brought hot water to help him massage his back carefully.

"Master Qi Gui, are you awake?" A soft and crisp female voice suddenly came from the door.

Jiang Yi's hand paused, and a few black lines hung from his forehead.

By the way, what kind of ghost is Sir Qi Gui?

By the way, I haven't told them my name yet.

Although normal people will never forget to exchange names when meeting each other, the Crossing Division has a special protection mechanism for taskers. If the tasker does not take the initiative to mention it, the aborigines of this world will evasively ignore this matter, and think about it in their minds. The address that can be replaced is automatically filled in.

If it wasn't for the teleportation back to the Travel Department after the mission was over, it is estimated that most of the missionaries would have forgotten their real names.

"Yeah." Jiang Yi responded lightly, stood up, took care of himself briefly, and made sure there was nothing missing.

The tattooed woman she had seen before came in, holding a wooden plate in her hand, holding more than a dozen round and plump ginkgo fruits.

The woman was about to bend her knees to Jiang Yi, but was stopped by Jiang Yi, with a subtle expression in her eyes, she lowered her head and said softly, "You are so kind."

Without waiting for Jiang Yi to speak, the woman lifted the plate up again: "This is the milk fruit that Master Cang Jin just picked this morning. The priest ordered me to wait here and eat it after the Lord wakes up."

"How long have you waited?"

"About two poles."

The two-section pole is the way of timekeeping in this world. They tied the rope to a longer wooden stick, and then erected it at a position where the sun can shine. There is one knot between the knots, and walking two-section pole is almost equivalent to an hour. , that is, two hours.

"Have you eaten?"

The woman looked up blankly: "Huh?"

She reacted, and respectfully said with a little fear: "My lord, a slave like me cannot eat anything before the master."

Jiang Yi sighed in his heart, secretly thinking that slavery in the feudal society ravaged people, but on the surface he was calm and calm. He hummed and took out a few from the plate: "Then the rest will be yours."

"Ah... ah?"

"Where is the ember?"

The woman replied reflexively: "In the main house."

Picking up the leather drape beside him, Jiang Yi walked out.

"Wait a minute—my lord!"

He turned his head and looked back: "What's wrong?"

The woman lifted the plate forward, and she couldn't help but feel a little helpless at this time with her familiar movements. She tried her best to move her eyes away from the crystal-clear fruits, and said calmly: "This year's winter is early, and the food is very delicious. Lack, even within the Qi clan, it is difficult to find such a good milk fruit, my lord, you—”

Jiang Yi shook his head: "I can't eat so much." He has no appetite in the morning, and these milk fruits are relatively large.

"Fresh is delicious, don't waste it."

As soon as the voice fell, the person had already walked out.

Looking at the swaying door curtain, the woman's expression was a little stunned, then she looked down at the milk fruit in her hand, pursed her lower lip, took one to her mouth, and took a bite with great care.

Especially sweet.

She sighed gratefully in her heart, what a kind adult.

Jiang Yi followed Cang Jin to the main house yesterday. He remembered the way, but it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t remember it. He can’t go wrong if he looks at the largest and most majestic stone house.

The sky was only slightly bright, the sky was gray, and the clouds were continuous. Jiang Yi didn't know how long he had slept. He asked the No. 7 seat to find out that it was past eight o'clock in the morning.

After observing the sky again, he asked, "Is it going to rain?"

[The concentration of water molecules in the air is being detected, the results are being analyzed, it is the host. ]

What measures will be taken when it rains in the primitive period?Jiang Yi thought about the primitive world he had experienced before, and it seemed that when it rained, few people would go out for a walk, because it is easy to get sick after being exposed to the rain, and in this era, sickness is basically synonymous with death.

I heard from the woman just now that it is very difficult to find fresh milk fruits in this period of time, but the Qi clan territory has always been rich in supplies. If you can't even find fresh milk fruits that are not considered rare, then...

At this moment, the atmosphere in the main house was somewhat stagnant.

The priest with a haggard face opened his eyes, swayed for a while, grasped the wooden stick tightly in the eyes of everyone, and said in a deep voice: "It will rain today, so please don't go out."

"Don't go out...?" A person suddenly stood up, as if a little unacceptable, "Then how do we store food?"

The priest knocked the ground heavily with his wooden stick, as if dissatisfied with being questioned, he scolded him: "This is the revelation from the ancestral witch!"

Even if not everyone believed in Zuwu, no one dared to offend Zuwu's reputation. The man scratched his hair and sat back with a gloomy face.

The rapid fall of the leaves made the Qi people feel the cold in advance. Although there were priests who communicated with the ancestral witches so that they could prepare early, the food was not created out of thin air. There are more than a few hundred people in the tribe, and each warrior's family can get at most one beast after sharing it equally.

The appearance of the beast swarm will drive other wild beasts, and at the same time, it will also be powerful to many wild beasts. At least the hunting situation of the tribal warriors these days is not satisfactory.

Many tribesmen have already sent out spontaneously to look for wild fruits, intending to dry them and use them for food in winter.

"My lord priest, did Zuwu tell you how long the rain will last?"

The priest looked dignified, squeezed the stick tightly, and said nothing.

When Jiang Yi entered the room, the first thing he saw was Cang Jin who was sitting on the seat with his eyes closed. Except for him, the faces of the other people in the room couldn't be called pretty, and Ning Mei was worried about something.

He floated in in a virtual state and did not attract the attention of others, but Cang Jin suddenly opened his eyes at the moment Jiang Yi entered, and stared at him with incomparable accuracy.

Then, the man's thick sword eyebrows slightly bent down, appearing soft.

Jiang Yi quietly floated to the man's side, materialized on the ground, made a mouth shape towards the man, and handed over the fruit in his hand.

He knows Cang Jin too well, this person must have eaten nothing since last night.

Cang Jin didn't pick it up, and he stared at Jiang Yixue's white fingers, somehow, remembering how these hands struggled to grab his shoulders in the turbulent water, his throat couldn't help but twitched slightly, and the roots of his ears were a little bit red.

Blinking his eyes twice quickly to cover up the fiery sight, Cang Jin said, "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Qi Clan recognized that the early wake-up time is five or six o'clock, and only idlers would sleep until now. Jiang Yi coughed lightly, thinking that the behavior of staying in bed for the past few days might have caused Cang Jin to have such an illusion about him.

There are all powerful warriors present, and just a small movement can bring them back to their senses from their thoughts. For a while, everyone looked at Jiang Yi's direction in unison.

"It turns out that the adults are here."

"When did your lord come?"

Jiang Yi made an apologetic gesture, and when the guard was about to report, he stopped him, but he didn't want to disturb the meeting, so he said to Cang Jin, "I want to go out for a while."

Well, although people can still pass on the news, but the time of his going out this time is uncertain, Jiang Yi is a little worried that Cang Jin will turn everything around the Qi clan upside down.

Cang Jin raised his eyelids, and the joy that had surfaced when he saw Jiang Yi just now was hidden in the depths of his eyes.

If Jiang Yi intends to let him accompany, there is no need to list the word "I" separately.

Without answering immediately, Cang Jin turned his head to look at the chief, who nodded, and he got up, took Jiang Yi's wrist and walked out the door.

Jiang Yi was taken all the way out.

It wasn't until the figures of the two of them disappeared at the door that the chief shrugged helplessly.

In fact, he just wanted to ask about the other party's year, but he finally waited for the right time.

After all, Cang Jin has been wandering outside for the past few years and has seen more things than them, so he might be able to give a sharp suggestion.

But the uncompromising meaning in Cang Jin's eyes was too obvious, he couldn't say it out.

With nowhere to vent, he turned his head and complained to the priest: "Look at this ember, it's only when that lord arrives that he looks like a living person, alas!"

The priest also shook his head helplessly.

However, his attention is different from that of the chief, because the person he wants to talk to is Jiang Yi.

It was also Cang Jin who moved too fast and failed to stop.

The priest never underestimated Jiang Yi. Even though his eyes could no longer see most things clearly, he could still find that Jiang Yi's skin was delicate and fair that others would never have.

The Qigui tribe is uniformly white, but white does not mean pale or pale. None of the Qigui tribe he has seen can be as white as Jiang Yi, which makes people feel comfortable.

Anyone who has done rough work will have calluses on their hands, but Jiang Yi's hands don't. The first time the priest saw Jiang Yi, he was sure that he was a pampered person.

Later, when he found out that Jiang Yi was calm and steady, he could not only identify medicinal herbs, but also make prosthetics with fine structures, the priest changed his mind again in surprise.

It was impossible for him to make the chief stand up again, but Jiang Yi solved it easily. At least in the eyes of the priest, Jiang Yi was unfathomable.

At the same time, he also had great reasons to suspect that Jiang Yi was not from the Qigui clan.The priest wants to cast binding spells on Qi ghosts, so he knows more about this tribe than ordinary people. In addition to the well-known things, he also knows that Qi ghosts will appear half-shape when they are asleep. When attacking, the body will reflexively completely blur to avoid the attack.

It's just that the Qi ghost will return to the entity after waking up, so such an instinctive reaction is almost negligible.

He doesn't deny that it's a pretty incredible ability.

So when I saw Cang Jin carry the unconscious Jiang Yi back yesterday, the emaciated man who claimed to be a Qi ghost actually materialized while unconscious, this undoubtedly brought great shock to the priest.

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Thanks for the nutrient solution, and thanks for the comment...

I almost didn’t write today, messy, confession, kneeling on the keyboard.jpgOTZ

There may be a debt repayment (update) surprise tomorrow, eh

ps: What a surprise to pay off debts! Pia slapped himself flying! ! !