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

All eyes were on that bone.

A monk swallowed, his voice trembling: "This... walks on the road well, how can there be bones?"

Wuming let out a "huh" and said, "Huangsha covers the bones, isn't this the usual trick of Fuyao?"

Lu Qianchuan was startled: "Sure enough, the demons are playing tricks?"

Wuming: "Don't be a map gun, Fuyao's faction is not the only one among the demons. But since this bone appeared here, I'm afraid it has something to do with Fuyao's group. It's hard to say whether it's just them or not."

While everyone was whispering, another monk said: "Luofeng City has long been a dead city. It is not surprising that there is nothing in it. Don't panic."

Lu Qianchuan looked towards the speaker.It was a disciple wearing a snow city costume, tall and thin, with a look of grandeur between his brows, trying to comfort everyone.

Qi Zehua also said: "I haven't seen any scene in so many years, why are you panicking?"

After hearing what they said, everyone was a little embarrassed.

They are all outstanding disciples of the same generation, and they have seen a lot of ghosts and ghosts. I am afraid that the name of this dead city is too famous, and Hu Mang and Qin Yufeng were frustrated before them, which made them become like soldiers.

After all, it was a well-known monk in the fairy gate. Everyone quickly adjusted their status and made fun of each other at the acquaintance's frightened appearance just now, and the atmosphere relaxed a lot for a while.

Pei Churan took advantage of everyone's jokes in twos and threes, and quickly came to Lu Qianchuan's side, and said in a low voice, "It takes about a month for human leg bones to dry."

"One month?" Lu Qianchuan took a deep breath.

A month ago, the gates of Luofeng City were closed tightly, and the movement inside could not be seen from the outside. Xuecheng has not yet arranged for disciples to come and investigate.

With a stone in his heart, he stumbled and sank to the bottom.

This should be the bones of ordinary people.

He closed his eyes and said softly, "Find a secluded place to bury it later."

It can also be regarded as a resting place for the soul.

Everyone walked along the loess path for a while, and saw nothing worth noting except for the bleak dead branches and dilapidated houses along the way.

Someone wondered: "Is there really no one in this city?"

He might have had a crow's mouth by nature, and just as he finished speaking, a sound of teeth cracking came from the corner, which seemed extremely abrupt in the silent city.

Everyone looked at an adobe house on the right at the same time.

The house was so dilapidated that it could not be seen, the clods on the walls were scattered, and the windows and doors were missing, like an old man who was about to die, quietly sitting on the side of the road, waiting for his final fate.

Shen Qingze listened intently for a while: "Behind the house?"

Mo Chenyuan let out a "huh", and his strike was like lightning. Before everyone could react, Si Ming's blazing sword light had roared and cut off the roof, overwhelmingly attacking the thing that made the strange sound.

The roof collapsed, and the dilapidated adobe house let out a final sigh, and the already crumbling walls couldn't support it, and followed the roof and fell in front of everyone.

Mo Chenyuan covered Lu Qianchuan's mouth and nose before the smoke rose.

Amidst the rising dust and smoke, everyone coughed and waved the smoke and dust in front of them, and a human-shaped thing was vaguely reflected in the khaki-yellow world.

It was a half-human, half-boned "person".

The left half of its body has no flesh and blood, only a hollow bone frame remains, but a thin layer of bloody flesh hangs on the right half, which can vaguely be seen as a human figure.

At that time, a monk shouted: "What is this?!"

That thing probably doesn't even know what it is. It has flesh and blood on one side and white bone teeth on the other. The only remaining eye shows the madness of a tiger who has been hungry for a long time and finally saw the meat. There seemed to be a strange ecstatic smile on half of the fleshy face, giggling and rushing towards the monks who were holding spiritual weapons and waiting in full force.

Everyone has been cautious since entering the city, and now they are even more tense to the limit. The first time the monster moves, swords are swung, swords are swung, kung fu is used, and colorful auras flash one after another. It is very lively.

The result can be imagined.

A monster that has long lost the ability to think, unable to consider the difference in strength, bumped into it like a moth to a flame, and was pierced by various gleaming spiritual weapons before it even took two steps. The tiger becomes the meat in the tiger's mouth.

Everyone didn't expect that they would cook so quickly. They guarded against the monster like a wolf, but the monster seemed to have reached the end of its rope and knelt down on the ground amidst all kinds of auras.

Shen Qingze was afraid of rebirth, so he manipulated the Holy Spirit Fire to throw out a raging chain of fire. It seemed that he wanted to directly cremate this brother who didn't know if he was a human being or not.

The two timid little disciples looked at the half-human and half-skeleton thing. Even though they knew that he was not dangerous, their legs still trembled uncontrollably: "This... is this still a human..."

Lu Qianchuan doesn't know if it is considered a human being now, but it must have been a good human being before.

He gave Pei Churan a wink.

Pei Churan understood immediately, and gave Shen Qingze a hand to make him turn the flaming chain of fire into a cage to imprison this monster.

He walked to the side of the fire cage, squatted down halfway, and looked at the brother who was still persevering in rushing out along the gap of the fire cage.

Even though the fire cage was burning fast and vigorously, it didn't seem to be able to feel it. Two hands with only bones left tried to get out of the fire cage and made a grabbing gesture at Pei Churan's skirt.

Shen Qingze silently recited a few incantations, and the fire cage instantly became stronger and airtight.

Pei Churan could only observe the scars on the monster's body in a narrower gap. After a moment of silence, he turned his head to face the crowd, his big black eyes filled with horror: "It...it has bite marks all over its body!"

This sentence is like a stone thrown into the calm water air, instantly causing waves.

Qi Zehua frowned and said, "What bite mark?"

Pei Churan shivered for a moment, then looked inside again, with a firm expression: "Human bite marks."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and a few monks showed a hesitant look as if they wanted to step forward to see but were too afraid.Seeing this, Qi Zehua nodded slightly to Lu Qianchuan.

Lu Qianchuan walked to Pei Churan's side, and looked inside through the small opening in the flame.

Layers of heat waves were scorched by the flames, and Lu Qianchuan's vision was blurred for a moment.It took him a while to get used to it, and then he managed to distinguish the traces on this monster——

On one side of his flesh, there are some tooth marks that look like human teeth. Those tooth marks are messy and mixed, and some are even deeply sunken.

It was as if a piece of meat had been bitten off by someone.

Lu Qianchuan couldn't help taking a breath.

First, there was the dried leg bone of the resident, and then a monster that was bitten to pieces.

What happened in this small Luofeng City?

He squinted his eyes, and his eyes shifted from the trembling tooth marks to the horrible flesh and blood.

The skin and flesh connected to Senran's white bones were extremely thin, and the extreme edges were even almost transparent, only a small layer of skin was still firmly hanging on his body.

Lu Qianchuan suddenly felt that this scene looked familiar.

It seems... where has he seen such flesh and blood before?

His eyes fell on his right hand which was as white as jade.

His right hand is obviously a little whiter than his left hand, and there are not as many calluses on his hand as his left hand, and his hands are not as smooth as a grown man should have.

His hands grew out two years ago.

Before that, the original hand was corroded until only bloodshot bones remained, and such a thin layer of skin once hung on the white bones.

Lu Qianchuan's brain jumped suddenly, and the unpleasant memories that he thought had been lost in the depths of his memory were abruptly awakened. He stared at his brother in the fire cage, as if seeing himself who was dying of pain two years ago.

Wuming said faintly: "It's black magma."

really.

Lu Qianchuan will never forget the feeling of being corroded by black magma.

He said to everyone: "He should have been hit by the black magma of the demons."

The corners of Mo Chenyuan's eyebrows twitched, and the cold-blooded and ruthless look that had nothing to do with him faded a little bit, obviously also thinking of some unpleasant memories.

Everyone in the Wanling Sect is no stranger to this title, but the rest of the monks are at a loss. Pei Churan had to explain the huge lethality of the black magma.

Following his explanation, the people who were originally whispering fell silent for a moment.

After looking at each other for a while, the Xuecheng disciple who comforted everyone just now said: "So, this brother has been poisoned by the demons, then he..."

He wanted to ask what his real identity should be, but before he finished speaking, the monster in the fire cage let out a hoarse cry, like the mournful cry that animals make when they go to the extreme road of a poor mountain.

His vocal cords had been damaged, and his voice was hoarse, rough and unpleasant, as if the sound of gravel grinding on rocks made everyone tremble.

Lu Qianchuan and Pei Churan stood closest, and they could clearly feel that the person in the fire cage had been trying to catch them. Just now when Pei Churan was squatting, the person came towards his neck. Now they stood up, and the monster kept trying to catch them. Go grab Lu Qianchuan's sleeve corner.

He had been unsuccessful in reaching them, struggling more and more within the cage of fire.But the more he struggled, the more fire he brought to his body. His broken throat made the sound of air leaking like an old bellows, like a person about to drown, trying to grab the last dead wood.

I don't know if his cry was too shrill, or his movements in trying to contact them were too strange, Lu Qianchuan's heart moved, and he had a vague premonition.

He took out the Qiankun bag from his bosom, which contained a few crabapple flowers that he begged for from Sun Youlan before entering the city.He took out a shriveled crabapple, injected a little spiritual power into it, and the crabapple glowed with faint purple light.

Back then in Mo Chenyuan's sea of ​​consciousness, he suffered from not being able to communicate with psychics, and later he developed a memory. Whenever he went out, he had to borrow a few begonias from Sun Youlan, and used them to do spiritual things with things that could not communicate in a normal way. communication.

The monster didn't know whether it recognized this move or what, after he took out the crabapple flower, it stopped struggling, and directly disguised itself as a pile of scattered dead branches, quietly curled up in the fire cage.

Lu Qianchuan held up the begonia and cut straight to the point: "Who is your brother?"

As soon as the words fell, before they saw the monster's movement, Haitang burst into light in an instant, and a line of purple lowercase letters appeared in front of Lu Qianchuan for no reason——

The sword casting platform in Syracuse is clear.

It was eerily quiet all around.

Lu Qianchuan stared at the small words that appeared out of nowhere, wishing he could dig out his eyeballs and wipe them to see if he was hallucinating.

After a long time, a Xuecheng disciple shouted: "Brother Ming?"

Then everyone buzzed and exploded the pot like a bee that had been stabbed in a nest.

Lu Qianchuan's fingers hidden in his sleeves trembled slightly, and a thin layer of sweat quickly covered his forehead. He tried his best to maintain his composure, and asked calmly, "Why are you sure?"

The monster who claimed to be clear didn't have much strength. As if he expected Lu Qianchuan to ask this question, he stretched out his hand and tremblingly lifted off the colorless and hole-filled layer that was barely covering his body. rag.

Under his opened skirt, a lifelike black hexagonal snowflake was engraved on his collarbone, which still had a layer of flesh.

The black-patterned snowflake in Xuecheng, like the jade pendant of Wanlingzong, is a proof of identity that only direct disciples can obtain.

Lu Qianchuan took a slight breath, but before he could move, everyone in Syracuse standing behind him rushed forward and pushed away Lu Qianchuan who was still in a daze.

Mo Chenyuan frowned, and stood beside Lu Qianchuan, wrapped his arms around his waist, and pulled him out of the crowd.

Lu Qianchuan's mind was buzzing, and he couldn't hear the crying of everyone in Syracuse at all. He only had one thought in his mind now:

Isn't Chengming Hu Mang's direct disciple?He entered the city with Hu Mang and Qin Yufeng before, how did he become like this in just a few days?What about recklessness?What about Qin Yufeng?

Thinking of the situation Qin Yufeng and the others might encounter, his heart skipped a few beats, and he gasped in pain.

Mo Chenyuan embraced his shoulders, stood face to face with him, patted his back with one hand, and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't worry, ask about the situation first."

The Xuecheng disciple who had just comforted everyone helped Chengming up, and the Xuecheng people who had surrounded their brother Ming on the inner and outer three floors turned sideways to make way. Lu Qianchuan quickly injected spiritual power into Haitang again, and suddenly, another line of words floating in mid-air.

"Family teacher and Palace Master Qin are separated. I don't know what they are doing now. Our group met the demons on the way, and we were almost defeated."

Although his words floated in front of Lu Qianchuan's eyes, his tattered head was indeed aimed at Qi Zehua.

Qi Zehua stepped forward to support him, frowning tightly, and asked in a deep voice: "Then where is Master Hu now?"

Chengming shook his head, and the words in front of Lu Qianchuan changed to one line: "I was plotted against by the demons during the battle, and I lost contact with them after waking up."

"The conspiracy of the demons?" Lu Qianchuan was taken aback, "Is it black magma?"

The flesh on one side of Chengming's face trembled, as if he wanted to show a wry smile: "According to Brother Pei's description just now, it should be."

Lu Qianchuan looked at his empty and cloudy pupils, and Chengming's reaction could be said to be calm, even as dead-hearted.

Only then did he suddenly understand that the madness he showed when he saw his group of people just now was not the greed of a vicious tiger when he saw his prey, but the... joy of people who have come to a dead end when they see their allies.

A young Xuecheng disciple said: "Brother will be fine, Master Mistress and Palace Master Shu are outside, we will send you out, you will be fine."

As he spoke, there was a crying tone in his voice, he was a little at a loss looking for an elder who could stand on his side and prove that he was right, his eyes turned around, and landed on Qi Zehua, looking at Qi Zehua as if begging .

Qi Zehua's complexion was very bad, his brows were about to be tied into a knot, he froze for a moment when he met his eyes, and turned away slightly.

Everyone in Wanlingzong knew how dangerous it was when Lu Qianchuan was brought back to the sect by Mo Chenyuan. If it wasn't for a mysterious woman who happened to send the divine grass to rescue them, I'm afraid they...don't have any senior brothers now.

Qi Zehua and Lu Qianchuan, who are relatively high-ranking, all know that the magic primrose sent by Shi Qingxu helped, but the magic primrose blooms once a thousand years, so how can it be so easy to find?

As if Chengming realized something in the moment of silence, the small characters in front of Lu Qianchuan changed again: "I will walk with you for a while, everyone, don't dislike it."

There were bursts of exclamations among the Xuecheng disciples, all saying that this is not possible, and that Brother Ming must be sent out of the city immediately.

Although Chengming was half-bone, his attitude was very firm, and the voices of those Xuecheng disciples gradually weakened under his repeated insistence, and finally he could only reluctantly obey his arrangements.

Qi Zehua said: "Everyone be alert, let's continue walking."

After speaking, he turned to Chengming again, lowered his voice and asked, "Is it okay?"

Chengming nodded slightly, indicating that he could still persist.

He seemed to be at the back of the line on purpose.

Lu Qianchuan noticed that his gaze had been circling around him, so he slowed down and stepped back little by little until he walked beside Chengming.

Because the person next to him didn't show anything at all, he tilted his head in doubt, and his eyes fell on Chengming's neck, Lu Qianchuan's footsteps suddenly stopped——

Only then did he realize that Cheng Ming's neck, which was half covered with flesh before, was completely empty.

Chengming himself doesn't seem to care much, or he has already made some kind of awareness and preparation.

The begonia in Lu Qianchuan's hand flashed, and he heard a clear male voice directly.

"Actually, I wanted to meet Brother Lu a long time ago, but I didn't expect to meet him under such circumstances."

Lu Qianchuan secretly wondered that Chengming also understood the method of psychic communication, and replied in his heart: "I am the same."

Cheng Ming chuckled twice.

Lu Qianchuan has to admit that his voice is the kind that makes people feel like a spring breeze. Just hearing such a voice, anyone can imagine a gentle and handsome man in his mind, not a dying skeleton.

Lu Qianchuan felt a little sad for some reason.

Lu Fengyi, the city lord of Snow City, has a free and easy personality, and has never had the intention of accepting disciples, while Chengming is Hu Mang's first-hand disciple. When the city lord has no successor, his second-in-command disciple has become the person who takes care of big things and small things. .

Fame and praise.

He and Lu Qianchuan had indeed admired each other for a long time.

Chengming laughed enough, and when he finished speaking, he sighed softly: "It seems that I don't have the fate to fight Brother Asakawa, so that's fine, let me always feel that I am slightly better than Brother Asakawa."

Lu Qianchuan wanted to laugh along with his joke, but the muscles on his face seemed to have been inactive for ten or eight years, which didn't match his idea at all.

Cheng Ming didn't expect to get any interesting response from the flower of Gaoling, so he said to himself: "The scene is over, let's talk about the business."

His originally relaxed voice suddenly changed, and his whole body sank: "There are dark ghosts inside."

These four words just hit Lu Qianchuan's heart, confirming what he had been thinking all along. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a rush of blood rushed straight to his forehead, but he replied calmly in his heart: "Why do you see it?"

Cheng Ming said: "After we entered the city, Palace Master Qin and the family teacher didn't get separated, but had a quarrel, each led a team and parted ways."

Before Lu Qianchuan had time to suppress the heat on his forehead, the hot blood exploded into fireworks in his brain.

He looked at Chengming in shock.

Chengming made a gesture to signal him not to move too much. After Lu Qianchuan adjusted his expression, he continued: "As far as I know, Palace Master Qin is not a person who likes to argue with others."

Lu Qianchuan nodded.

"Although the teacher looks reckless, he is actually very cautious, and he is not someone who likes to push himself ahead." Chengming said, "However, after we entered the city, we were supposed to be the most cautious people in the two sects, but we seemed irritable and irritable everywhere. , if we hadn’t been there to persuade them, I’m afraid they would have started fighting.”

Lu Qianchuan asked: "What happened next?"

Cheng Ming: "Later we encountered a group of villagers who had turned into corpses."

Afraid that Lu Qianchuan would not understand, he directly took off the rags hanging from his shoulders, exposing his skin covered with tooth marks, and explained: "Those villagers are already half dead. Although they can still move, they no longer have themselves. thought of."

"They attack each other regardless of whether they are enemies or friends, and they bite when they see anyone—their saliva may have been poisoned. If it is an ordinary person or a monk with an average cultivation level, after being bitten, he must be as delusional as them and turn into a Dead man."

Lu Qianchuan finally understood how Chengming's strange bite marks came about.

With Cheng Ming's cultivation base, even if he is bitten, he should not lose himself.

Sure enough, Cheng Ming said: "Our cultivation base is not low, and we broke out among a group of civilians who can only go crazy and bite people. It stands to reason that at this time, we should study why ordinary people become like this, but the teacher and Qin The palace lord actually quarreled over the fact that the other party didn't take enough shots in the battle."

The more Lu Qianchuan listened, the more strange he became, with a bunch of question marks in his heart, waiting for Chengming to continue.

"They were arguing very fiercely. In a state where swords were on the verge of breaking out, Palace Master Qin directly expressed that he did not want to go forward with us."

Lu Qianchuan took a deep breath and replied, "This doesn't look like Uncle Qin's style."

Cheng Ming nodded: "This is the first strange point, and the second is that after we were divided into two teams, our teacher led us before we had gone far, and we encountered an army of demons."

It was as if they had learned of their whereabouts in advance and were waiting for them there.

Lu Qianchuan said: "Brother Cheng suspects that there are ghosts in your team?"

Cheng Ming denied: "I thought so too at first, but then I recalled it carefully, Brother Asakawa, what do you think made the two masters change their usual style and mess up their sanity?"

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting Lu Qianchuan's heart hard with the force of cutting the sky and the ground.

Chengming didn't notice his strangeness, and continued: "Syracuse doesn't have a branch that specializes in the art of control, and my ability is still superficially learned from reading miscellaneous books. Brother Asakawa, it's really rude of me to say this, but the situation is critical. Brother Asakawa, please check your own brothers."