Quick Transmigration: The Villain is Destiny, the Protagonist Takes a Backseat

"What could it be?" Yu Jia looked around the ancestral hall by the moonlight.

"Besides the two statues, there are only candles and memorial tablets left. It can't be these memorial tablets of the deceased that are causing the trouble, can it?"

"Who said that?" Ji Qiuzhe disagreed. "Isn't there still a living person unconscious?"

What do you mean?

Following Ji Qiuzhe's gaze, everyone looked at the night watchman who had fainted to the side. The upper half of the man's face was hidden in darkness and could not be seen, but the lower half of his face, exposed in the moonlight, had slightly bluish lips, which were indeed symptoms of poisoning and unconsciousness.

"Isn't he an evil god? He just looks like an ordinary villager." Yu Jia wondered.

Ji Qiuzhe, however, did not think so, "Ning Hao."

"Yes! I'm here," Ning Hao replied with his eyes closed.

"I remember you said the village chief is your second uncle, so you should know your second uncle very well, right?"

“Yes.” Ning Hao nodded.

"Then why didn't you recognize your second uncle, the night watchman, who was lying unconscious on the ground?"

"What?" Ning Hao suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man who was lying unconscious on the ground.

The man was of medium build, dressed in a simple middle-aged man's outfit and wearing old black cloth shoes. Even after fainting, he was still clutching an unlit incense stick tightly in his hand.

"Holy crap!" Ning Hao jumped three feet high. "Second Uncle, it really is my Second Uncle!"

He quickly ran over, intending to help the person on the ground up, but was stopped halfway by Ji Qiuzhe, who said, "Don't go over there."

"Why? That's my second uncle!"

“He’s your second uncle, but he’s not necessarily a good one,” Ji Qiuzhe whispered softly in Ning Hao’s ear.

Ning Hao shuddered and stopped struggling.

"Stop pretending."

Ji Qiuzhe said loudly, "Now that things have come to this, you have made a mistake and it is time to atone for it."

Li Yu was startled and squinted at the scene.

Ordinary people poisoned by his corpse poison cannot wake up on their own without an antidote.

The person on the ground remained motionless for a long time. Just as the person who had been holding their breath was about to take a deep breath, their dark lips suddenly parted, revealing a set of yellow teeth.

"Hey Hey--"

The village chief got up from the ground and dusted himself off.

"Young man, you have a good eye." The first words were spoken in a hoarse, rough voice, like that of an eighty-year-old man.

Ning Hao was shocked: "Second Uncle, are you alright?"

"It's nothing," the village chief waved his hand dismissively.

“But your lips…” Ning Hao hesitated.

"Little Poison, he won't die for now." The village chief wiped his mouth, trying to remove the black stains on his lips.

As expected of the Zombie King, he only used a tiny bit of zombie poison, and it almost killed him. If he hadn't been prepared in advance, he probably would have really died.

"Xiao Hao," the village chief said with a touch of affection, looking at Ning Hao's vibrant face, then changed the subject, "you shouldn't have come."

Ning Hao protested, "If I don't come, Miaomiao is doomed."

The village chief ignored him and instead looked at Ji Qiuzhe, asking curiously, "How did you know it was me?"

"Is that hard to guess?"

Green Snake said that the village chief somehow got hold of an evil statue, sculpted a golden body for it, and offered incense. The evil statue accepted prayers and absorbed souls to feed the worshippers and Qingning Village.

This narrative is entirely subjective and cannot be fully trusted, but the objective information contained within it is credible, such as the evil statues and the village chief, as well as the village's development history.

If the evil spirits aren't the problem, then the only one with a problem is the village chief.

There are three suspects regarding the strange phenomena that just occurred inside the house.

One is the Green Snake, which looks stupid and has pure cultivation power, so it can be ruled out.

One was Ning Hao, a villager. Ji Qiuzhe had been secretly observing his every move and found that he was just a clueless simpleton, so he was ruled out.

The last remaining candidate was the unconscious Night's Watchman.

However, Ji Qiuzhe was not initially certain that this person was the village chief. It was only after Ning Hao confirmed it that he came to the conclusion.

"Hahaha—" The village chief burst into laughter after hearing this.

"You're quite capable. I never imagined that my three years of meticulous planning would be ruined by you tonight."

Ning Hao broke down: "Why, Second Uncle? They say you are the evil one. Why did you absorb Miaomiao's soul? You clearly said you liked her very much."

He couldn't understand how his usually gentle and kind second uncle, who would give Pang Miao a big red envelope as a greeting gift, would turn out like this.

"Why are there so many whys!" The village chief interrupted Ning Hao impatiently.

"As the village head, I bear the responsibility of making the village better and better, but..."

At this point, the village chief paused for a moment before continuing, "There are fewer and fewer young people in the village. Everyone goes out to work and can't even come back for holidays. The children and elderly at home are longing for us... Only if the village develops well can we retain more people and prevent our Qingning Village from becoming a deserted village in the end."

The village chief's voice was filled with endless desolation as he spoke.

"And isn't this good?" The village chief's voice gradually turned manic. "Everyone is living a prosperous life, as long as one person's soul is sacrificed each month. The master said that a person has three souls and seven spirits, and losing one soul won't kill them..."

"You've gone mad, Second Uncle, you've really gone mad!" Ning Hao was furious. "Even if they don't die, that's no excuse for you to harm them."

"You can get what you want just by talking? There's no such thing as a free lunch!" The village chief's face twisted, and black mist began to emanate from his body, completely shrouding the already dimly lit ancestral hall in darkness.

"You have to give something to get something, isn't that what elementary school teachers teach? I didn't do anything wrong!"

"no……"

Ji Qiuzhe pulled Ning Hao, who was about to step forward to argue, behind him. "Stay put. You know he has a problem, yet you still dare to go up to him. Are you out of your mind?"

Before Ning Hao could even utter a word in rebuttal, he was tossed aside like a chick.

"A-Zhe," Li Yu called out to him worriedly.

"Don't worry." Ji Qiuzhe released Li Yu's hand and patted the back of his hand with his own.

“I beat that so-called genius of the Xuanmen, Zhao Tiansheng, to a pulp. He’s just a little evil god. I don’t even care about him.”

As he spoke, he charged forward, calling out to Yujia and Yulou.

"Yujia, Yulou, come with me. Ayu, you stay put and wait here. I can handle this!"

"Yes."

"Yes."

Li Yu smiled and said, "Okay."

[003, Exchange for an A-grade peach wood sword.]

【Good host. 】

The next moment, a one-meter-long peach wood sword appeared out of thin air in Ji Qiuzhe's hand.

Add some more black dog blood.

【Good host. 】

The original color of the peach wood sword suddenly changed color, from light yellow to a deep dark red, and as Ji Qiuzhe swung the sword, it emitted a faint red blood aura.

Yu Jia and Yu Lou, who were following behind him, were surprised to see this, but after a moment they regained their composure and swung their axes with firm eyes, slashing at the black mist.