I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

Xiao Er saw his body fell into a pile of white bones, without a trace of pain, his consciousness left his body and came to a place he was extremely familiar with.

It should be noon at this time, and the sunlight outside is very good. Through the gaps in the wooden windows, neat patches of light and shadow are sprinkled on the ground.

finally come back!

Stepping out, the fine dust on the ground was like snow, whirling and floating in the air, as if blaming him for coming back so late.

"Ahem——" Xiao Er coughed twice due to the smoke and dust that filled the room, and only then did he realize that he had broken his longest survival record, staying in that zombie world for a full 50 years.

It's really a historic breakthrough, but I don't know what task the damn system will arrange for him this time.

Sitting cross-legged, Xiao Er glanced at the book on the desk, the book "The Villain Must Die", and his mood dropped to the extreme.

Some reluctantly opened page 886, it was blank, and there was no new task reminder.

Presumably, the new world has not yet been formed, and the system has shown kindness rarely, allowing him to take a breather.

After waiting for a while, seeing that there were indeed no words on the book, Xiao Er yawned and lay down on the ground without caring about his image.

He was still wearing the white shirt that was covered in dirt and stained with a lot of zombie blood. He was a bit embarrassed, but it didn't affect his sleepiness at all.

Xiao Er couldn't remember who he was, and he had no memory of why he was trapped in a book.

In the reincarnation of more than 800 lives, he changed countless identities and appearances to experience birth, old age, sickness, death, love, hate and parting in life.

Sometimes he even wonders whether he is real, a character written by the author, or an edited computer program.

It's a pity that no one told him the answer, so he searched hard, wanted to escape from this room and have a look outside, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the way out.

Those doors and windows would let in sunlight, but to him it was like a mirage, and every time his hand touched him, he would pass through the furnishings exuding the fragrance of plants and trees.

As if he was just a lonely ghost who had been dead for a long time, unable to grasp anything that existed in this world.

After realizing that he couldn't go out, he began to work hard on that book again.

Every time he was reborn, he worked hard to learn the knowledge of the world he was in, hoping to find some clues from it.

Huangtian pays off, from the beginning of the universe to modern society.

In the last few lifetimes, after he learned to read online novels, he discovered a genre called systematic writing.

For various reasons, the protagonists enter the virtual world or books to complete a series of tasks, and finally return to the real story.

Think about it carefully, isn't that what he is doing now?

But the novel is fake after all, otherwise how could he have done more than 800 tasks and still not break free from the book.

And he was sure that the author who manipulated him to death in the book must be a pervert who wrote a good newspaper article, otherwise, how could he die again and again, and all he experienced were cannon fodder plots.

In each life, the task reminders given to him in the book all have the same theme, which is "but don't ask about your future if you do good deeds".

He obeyed obediently, and even though he was born with a sinful, hypocritical villain, he treated everyone he met with sincerity.

It was hoped that those people would spare him his life when they found out the truth, but unfortunately it was useless, he died again and again under this damn kindness.

Come to think of it, could he be a heinous villain who has been sentenced to atone for his sins forever and ever.

After thinking for a long time, I didn't come to any decent conclusion.

He sighed, that's all, that's all, since it's here, let it be.

Thinking of this, Xiao Er quickly fell asleep.

But in that dream, there was no warm and fragrant nephrite, delicious food, but blood mist gushing, and the tragic scene of broken arms and limbs.

Lying on the ground tossed and turned a few times, I don't know if his body has not recovered from the zombie state in the previous world.

His chest seemed to be pressed by a huge rock, and he couldn't breathe. As the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, Xiao Er's body continued to stiffen. Just when he thought he was about to turn into a stone, he suddenly woke up. .

"What is it all about?" Xiaoer muttered, rubbing the aching brows with his hands.

It was dusk now, and the light outside the window had faded.

The afterglow of the setting sun, shining on the carved wooden doors, turned into silhouettes of blooming flowers.

In a daze, Xiaoer saw two figures among clusters of ink-colored flower shadows.

"There are other people in this place?" He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dazzled.

Then, Xiao Er clearly saw the appearance of one of them through the crack of the door.

However, it is not accurate to say that he sees, because what is presented to him is only a limited perspective.

The man was wearing an apricot-colored cloud brocade shirt, and the snow-white velvet strips embedded in the corners of the clothes covered his chin, revealing only thin but blood-colored lips, and his porcelain-like skin was hidden under the drooping black hair.

While breathing, the snow-white fluff swayed slightly, making the person who scratched it itchy.

This is an angle almost looking up, which makes Xiao Er feel that he is being held in this person's arms.

And soon, he noticed that there were indeed many things in this person's arms.

From the name, it looks like some kind of practice book, bottles and jars containing all kinds of elixir, a small bundle of charms, a new set of clothes, and even a plate of fresh fruits that have just been picked.

"Yu Huaiyin."

There was a sound of footsteps behind him. For no reason, Xiao Er felt that he had heard this name somewhere.

The person in the apricot-colored shirt heard someone calling him, and when he moved the thing in his arms, he couldn't hold it steady.

With a bang, something like a parchment roll fell to the ground.

Xiao Er's gaze also changed again, and the rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other was heard first.

Then he saw Yu Huaiyin bent down and picked up the sheepskin roll.

Pieces of glazed ginkgo hanging from this person's waist rope collided together, jingling, crisp and melodious, and seemed to have a unique refreshing effect, which immediately cleared up Xiao Er's mind a lot.

"Liang Chi, I have sour plum here, do you want to try it?"

Yu Huaiyin answered, and hearing the voice made him feel a sense of déjà vu.

At this moment, Xiao Er seemed to have seized some kind of opportunity. He walked quickly to the door, wanting to hear it more clearly, but he didn't realize that his body passed through the thick wooden door and reached the place that he couldn't touch many times. The world outside the window.

Also in this short moment, he saw with his own eyes that Liang Ce sent the dagger in Yu Huaiyin's chest.

The knife pierced through from behind, causing Yu Huaiyin's body to tremble, and all the objects in his arms fell off.

The cracked broken porcelain interlaced with the falling plums, making the ground a mess.

The knife was pulled out, and the blood flowing from the wound fell on the brand new set of clothes.

Yu Huaiyin turned around, he had the ability to save himself, but the Gu worm in his chest biting desperately, dissipated the spiritual power he had condensed in his palm.

He looked at the good book, and there was a trace of doubt in his usual calm expression.

Yu Huaiyin couldn't explain to him, what was reflected in his pupils was that Liang Book started again and stabbed his dantian with a knife, taking away his spiritual sea.

In a moment of darkness, Xiao Er, who witnessed all this, became blind for a moment.

When he regained his sight again, Liang Chu had disappeared.

As far as the eye can see, the fire snake climbed up along the veil, the whole bamboo house was burned and crackled, and the person kneeling in the sea of ​​flames who should have died, because of his arrival, his chest gradually rose and fell. .