Transformed into a villain: I rely on iron pots to make the world of immortals alive!

Chapter 90

Chu Wuyi just opened the door a small gap, and Cen Lizhui felt the bad luck coming.

It's not that kind of bad luck, but it refers to the uncomfortable aura emanating from things like evil spirits.

In fact, ordinary people don't usually feel this kind of strange breath, but according to the head of Xianmen, Cen Lizhui seems to be born with the ability to feel this kind of thing.

I have felt it in Wu Jie before, but maybe Wu Jie himself knows how to restrain himself, and he will not let it out to the outside like the things in the room in front of him.

If ordinary people entered this room, they would probably feel the air was damp and feel inexplicably depressed.

And this kind of bad luck often brings bad luck to people.

Looking at Chu Wuyi's clothes that had been patched countless times, Cen Lizhui was quite sure of this.

"I've seen a lot of strange things. I heard you describe your sister's illness today. I want to take a look. Maybe there is a way to treat it." Cen Li chased.

After hearing this, Chu Wuyi opened the door and invited him in.

The younger sister was only wearing two sets of clothes, and now she was covered with a quilt. In addition, she had seen countless doctors over the years, and her illness kept recurring. For the two of them, meeting like this was no longer a taboo.

On the day of Chen Muxue's catastrophe, there was a lot of momentum. Chu Wuyi naturally knew that the person in front of him had two talents, but he didn't hold out too much hope. Over the years, all his experiences told him that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. big.

Cen Lizhui inspected the small firewood room several times uncertainly, and finally set his sights on Chu Wuxin.

He slowly approached Chu Wuxin, and finally made sure of one thing - if it wasn't for some evil being carried by Chu Wuxin, then the evil might be Chu Wuxin himself.

This is strange, even if the number of lives is dangerous, even if it is the lone star of Tiansha, it is impossible to have such a terrifying aura, and if he is an evil spirit, then he will more or less know how to control himself, and It will not be like the girl in front of her, where the bad luck on her body is undisguised and crazily released, and she is also deeply affected by it, causing the illusion of being sick.

That's right, within this short period of time, Cen Lizhui was almost certain that this was not a strange disease, it was more like throwing all the bad luck and bad luck of many people on the girl in front of him.

The strange thing is, in the dark, apart from the girl's own vitality, there is also a force quietly controlling the negative energy in her body.

"It looks...a bit like the handwriting of the demons?" Cen Lizhui murmured.

Hearing this, Chu Wuyi stared, "What nonsense are you talking about! How could my sister have anything to do with the demons? If this is your conclusion, please forgive me for being rude!"

In this world, not to mention the demons themselves, even if they are only found to have something to do with the demons, they will be sentenced to death directly. More than half of the people in black clothes in the Duxian Bureau are dispatched for this matter.

Even if you might just walk on the road and step on the poop pulled by a monster, you are likely to be silenced because of it.

It’s not just the reason why you’re not afraid of ten thousand, you’re afraid of what happens. After all, if you walk in a normal place, there’s basically no chance of stepping on the monster’s poop. The seal at the junction of the demon world and the human world, many people can’t break through even if they deliberately want to break through. impossible.

Chu Wuxin drank the porridge made by Chen Muxue just now, and felt that her body had regained some strength, and now she is also awake. Hearing the conversation between the two, she shrank into the quilt in fear, covering her head and dare not come out.

"Listen to me!"

(End of this chapter)