Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Jinchen really doesn’t know.

After the fight with Jinlan last night, he frequently recalled many things, and the restoration of his memory brought him deeper and heavier hatred.

Just this morning, Jinchen had no choice but to meditate and use his original soul to suppress the evil and memories in order to maintain his sanity and not turn into a completely crazy ghost.

The Red Mist Ghost King has always been a person who likes to join in the fun. He had been waiting in the bamboo courtyard early, watching Jinchen practice in wonder.

"It's strange, which ghost cultivates like this?"

The Red Mist Ghost King is a ghost king who has practiced seriously for hundreds of years to become one. He knows how difficult it is to suppress evil spirit.

This ghost could be suppressed so easily by just meditating. He couldn't help but grumble to himself, then looked at the memory stone that carried part of Jinchen's ghost power and shook his head.

"It's so miserable."

From a favored child of heaven to a vicious ghost king, this man has experienced a lot and is really miserable.

Jinchen suppressed the anger in his heart and when he opened his eyes he saw the dead look of the Red Mist Ghost King.

The corners of his lips twitched slightly and he raised his hand coldly.

"Jinchen, you bastard! Why do you always slap me?"

The Red Mist Ghost King rolled on the ground, then got up in a panic and patted his gown, "My clothes are very expensive!"

"We're going to kill Jinlan's lineage today, so don't hold us back."

Jinchen's voice was stern, and he suddenly stood up and left.

"I won't!" The Red Mist Ghost King followed, cursing.

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In the main courtyard lobby, the blessing ceremony is about to begin.

Dozens of disciples of this generation of the Jin family, headed by Jin Fan, stood in a row with a dignified look, each of them with hidden expectations.

They may have admired Senior Brother Jinchen in the past, and some of them had a good relationship with him.

But people think for themselves.

They didn't want their light to be obscured, so they could only rob, standing on Jinchen's body to rob.

No one knows.

Jinchen's body had long been moved out of the bamboo courtyard and buried under the soil in this hall.

Jinlan, dressed in the uniform of the head of the family, appeared solemnly on the podium. Her voice was like a bell, spreading to every corner, making people unconsciously want to obey her orders.

Lian Min and Xia Tan were the only ordinary people here, and they were both given a headache by the noise.

Xia Tan's expression remained unchanged, his pale face was tense, his clear starry eyes became extremely dim, and he stared at the person on the platform.

This is Jinlan.

The murderer who killed Jinchen.

Of course Jinlan would not notice the gaze of an ordinary person and sang loudly.

"Ever since I took over the Jin family's Feng Shui lineage, I have been looking forward to a genius who can bring glory to the family. Jinchen is the genius I am looking forward to."

"But unfortunately, God is jealous of talented people. I feel very sad, and I am helpless about this boy's worry about the Jin family. The purple energy of luck lingers and refuses to leave."

"The blessing ceremony begins. Please witness the fulfillment of Jinchen's last wish and the restoration of our Jin family's former glory!"

As soon as the voice fell, someone could not help but stand up and angrily accused: "What a high-sounding speech!"

"So far, the cause of Jinchen's death has not been disclosed to the outside world. We, his friends, don't know the reason. Is this the sorrow of your Jin family?"

Jinlan had expected this, and she looked at that man as if he were an ignorant junior.

"I didn't mean to hide it, but this is a family matter after all. Jinchen, that child..."

Jinlan sighed, as if immersed in the grief of losing her younger generation. "Everyone knows that my Jin family was an enemy of a red mist ghost king who had lived for hundreds of years in the early years, and Jinchen even took it as his responsibility to eradicate the ghost king."

"But he underestimated the enemy and didn't know how powerful the Ghost King was. That's why he accidentally... was killed."

Between the lines, Jinlan did not mention the previously circulating rumors of "plundering luck", and only attributed Jinchen's death to a heroic sacrifice.

There was silence.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by shouting and cursing.

"Jinlan! Bullshit! Can I beat Jinchen? You old bitch, are you crazy?"

A burst of red smoke appeared violently, shocking everyone.

The Red Mist Ghost King didn't even have time to show off his coolest way of appearance before he appeared in front of Jinlan.

"Are you kidding me? How dare you put the blame on me!"

Jinlan: “…”

Why on earth is this ghost so vulgar!

"The Ghost King... It's the Ghost King!"

"Get your weapons! It's the Ghost King!"

There was chaos during the banquet, and all the metaphysical scholars took out their magic weapons and were ready for battle.

The Red Mist Ghost King turned around again, with ghostly aura billowing.

"Shut up, all of you! I don't want to kill anyone today. I just want you to watch a good show."

As soon as he finished speaking, the six little ghosts who had been waiting for a long time appeared one after another, attracting the attention of Jinlan and other Jin family disciples.

The Memory Stone appears.

This is the method Jinchen thought of.

Only by revealing the real cause of death to everyone can the Jin family's good plan be completely ruined.

As for the genius dignity mentioned by the Red Mist Ghost King...

Jinchen said he didn't have this thing.

The boss speaks with strength, and being seen as a cause of death is not considered a loss of dignity.

From the time Jinchen was taken away by Jinfan, to the time his body and soul were separated, 81 iron nails were embedded in his bones.

Everyone was shocked, and even Jinlan's obstruction was impossible to overcome.

Until the image projected by the memory stone, Jinchen completely turned into a ghost, and everyone present was terrified!

Thick black fog silently enveloped the entire lobby.

Jinchen replaced the undulating position of the memory stone and revealed the true form of the Ghost King in the black fog.

He is noble and cold, and treats the lives of his enemies with indifference and hatred as worthless.

Among all the people who were afraid, only Xia Tan's eyes had ups and downs of emotions and he was shaking uncontrollably.

"Jinchen..."

He called out softly, fearing that it was just his own illusion.

Just now, after watching the scene in the memory stone, Xia Tan was already heartbroken, and even his breathing was filled with blood. If hallucinations appeared again, Xia Tan felt that he would definitely go crazy.

It will definitely go crazy.

Xia Tan broke free from the president's obstruction, and ran towards the platform against the crowd.

Jinchen noticed the figure and frowned slightly.

How come the little bee is here?

"Xia Tan."

Jin Chen sent a voice into his ears, "Stay there and don't move. I will finish this quickly. Be obedient."

Xia Tan stopped running, stared at Jinchen with confused and frightened eyes, and murmured: "I'll be obedient..."

Jinchen then looked away, dispelling Jinlan's desperate attack, and closed his bony pale fingers to grab Jinfan.

"Fan'er!!!"

Jinlan roared and spit out blood, "Jinchen! Let him go! All the schemes were planned by me, and have nothing to do with him!"

Hearing this, Jin Chen glanced coldly at Jin Fan, who was shaking like a sieve, and sneered, "Just for this piece of trash, I have to use my life to build a bridge."

"No... I was wrong, I was wrong! I shouldn't have stuck a nail into your body..."

Jinchen: "Then you try it too."

Jinfan's pupils suddenly widened.

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Yay, yay, happy new year, ladies! May you be rich and happy in the new year~