NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

Everything in front of him quickly peeled off and faded, Yan Liang couldn't move and stood in place, the original colorful flowers turned into ruins in an instant, and he was alone, benefiting from the empty dreamland.

Mengchuan and Wangchuan are only separated by a bridge, and the bridge is full of indigo flowers, coquettish and cold, swaying with the undercurrent of the Wusheng sea.

The long recall of memory makes Yan Liang not know what is the day and night for a while, and he can't tell whether he is Yan Liang or the second son.

It seems that everyone is him, and no one is him.

He walked towards the bridge in a strange way, as if he had lost his soul, and was about to reach Wangchuan when suddenly a figure stood in front of him.

"Don't go any further, it's not the time yet." It was the ferryman.

Yan Liang's body trembled, like waking up from a dream: "I..."

"Your neck was cut off by the soul-sealing dagger, and the reason why your soul is still alive is because you hold that amber pendant in your hand."

The sleeping phoenix blinked, and the fog gradually dissipated. He slowly opened his tightly clenched hands, only to realize later that the amber pendant was lying in his palm. The blood clotted black.

The memory gradually healed, and it belonged to Yan Liang's own memory. At this moment, he was truly awake.

"If it wasn't for this pendant, I would have lost my soul in reality?"

The ferryman smiled meaningfully: "Where is the reality and the book, they are the same."

"Then those memories just now...?"

The ferryman suppressed his smile, and instead of answering his question, his complexion darkened and he said to himself, "Your hero is already dark now."

Yan Liang frowned deeply: "It's obviously me who fell into the sea of ​​lifelessness, why did he... Could it be that something happened after that?"

The ferryman laughed again and didn't answer, pretending to be a trick: "You can figure out these reasons by yourself. I can't explain it to you in a few words. The most urgent thing is that you are going to help Ji Ke."

Yan Liang is a person who can tell clearly: "But he offended that family, and tied up some other people?"

The ferryman smiled lightly: "As expected of the author, your hero has now detained the only son of the owner of Miyin Island, Young Master Fu, and will use his soul to light the spiritual candle seven days later."

Only the soul of the destined person can ignite the continuation of the soul candle. It is rumored that burning the candle can exchange one person's life, even if that person has already entered the underworld and went to the underworld, he can still take it back from the hands of Lord Hades.

As for the little son of Miyin Island, Fu Xuanliang, he is the one who is destined to meet once in a hundred years. Therefore, he has been well protected since he was born, and no one dares to think of him.

Who did Ji Ke want to save, dared to provoke Island Master Fu, and kidnapped his young master?

In Yan Liang's impression, the male protagonist of his family is cool and cold, and he would never have such deep obsession with others...

Thinking of this, Ji Ke's vowed words appeared in his mind: "I will prove to my seniors that I am not a cold person."

She shuddered inexplicably... Who on earth could have the hero treat him so wholeheartedly?But this is obviously not the point now, he only has seven days to rescue Young Master Fu from Ji Kena.

Yan Liang said calmly: "Where is Ji Ke now, I will leave immediately."

The ferryman admired Yan Liang's transparency and resoluteness, but said leisurely, "Silent City."

"Ah?!" Yan Liang almost thought he was deaf.

"In the past three years, Ji Ke has completely destroyed the barrier between the human world and the silent city, so... now a hundred ghosts are rampant and evil spirits are everywhere, and ghosts and monsters are causing harm to the world. The situation is very bad."

This is already the content of the last twenty chapters of the book!

Yan Liang's temples throbbed with pain, thinking that Ji Ke, who is now blackened, had already forgotten him: "Okay, I... try my best."

He always thought that he would fall into the sea of ​​lifelessness instead of Ji Ke, and that the other party would never be blackened. When he returns to the human world, he will clean up his family and sit firmly as the head of his own family, and then have a secret love with Wen Ran. Xian's happy days...but...how could it be like this?

"Then please."

Yan Liang rubbed his temples and nodded helplessly. After all, if he doesn't go to hell, whoever goes to hell...

"Wait, are you going to go out like this?"

Yan Liang was stunned for a moment, and finally realized that he was just a weak spirit body, and he was in the bottom of the bottomless sea, where there was no sun, and it would be foolish to go out.

The ferryman saw through his thoughts: "Don't be afraid, I'm still repairing your original body, and it may take some time. Far water can't save near fire. I have prepared a new body for you. You'll be fine for the time being." Youyong, although not as good-looking as you used to be, and your spiritual power is not nearly as good, but at least it is a newcomer, clean and clear, it will be okay if you bear it a little bit?"

Yan Liang touched his nose, then nodded helplessly and hesitantly.

The new body prepared for him by the ferryman was a newly dead casual cultivator. It was indeed clean and decent, and his features were seven or eight points similar to his.

"Don't worry, your body can be repaired within another seven to seven days." The ferryman patted his chest and promised.

"..." It took Yan Liang half an hour to move his limbs gradually, but when he wanted to answer, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound.

"Huh? Why don't you talk?"

"..."

"Ah, you can't be dumb, this casual cultivator..."

Yan Liang nodded with a look of lovelessness.

There seem to be a lot of dumb people in this book.

The ferryman gave him a large stack of talisman papers and a bunch of messy spiritual weapons, saying that he would use them to save his life if necessary, and finally stuffed him with a heavy money bag. Yan Liang weighed it, and it was enough.

There was a fog in front of his eyes, and after the fleeting chaos, his vision gradually became clear. He rubbed his eyes and found that he was already in a lively market, in the posture of this dumb casual cultivator.

The Wushenghai disappeared, and the ferryman disappeared without a trace. Without leaving any clues or giving any useful hints, Yan Liang sighed and walked leisurely into a lively teahouse.

He can't speak, but he has a heavy purse at his waist, so he can naturally exchange for Xiao Er's amiable face, and he can easily find out what he wants.

Yan Liang is now in Anxi Town, which is less than a hundred miles away from the Silent City. The reason why it is safe and prosperous now is all due to a strange sacrificial ceremony.

"The one in Silent City... that lord, it is said that after betraying Wuyan Mountain, he disturbed the world of cultivators, and later broke the barrier between Silent City and the human world. It was like this two years ago. I remember that time There is no daylight for a month, and there is no peace in the sky and on the ground. When I look up, Yujian is the Taoist priest who came from all directions to destroy that lord. We don't know about the fight between their gods. My lord seems to have set up his own family in the lonely city since then."

"But the gods are making a fuss. In fact, we don't care what the people are. The adult in Jicheng is actually not difficult to deal with. He neither eats children nor grabs girls. He only has a strange habit..."

Seeing Xiao Er's ecstatic expression suddenly flicker, Yan Liang's heart also raised.

"There is an Anxi River in the western suburbs of the town, and there is a bride temple beside the river. Did you see it when you came?"

Bridal Temple?What the hell...unheard of.

"Haven't you heard of it? It was newly built last year. Every time a girl in our Anxi town leaves the pavilion, she has to go to the bride's temple to worship, and then sit in the temple for a night with red candles. She is alone. Anyone approaching, the groom's family has to go to the temple to pick up the bride early the next morning, without exception."

Yan Liang dipped his fingertips in tea and wrote on the table: Why?

Xiao Er lowered his voice and said: "Why else, these brides are naturally sacrifices to that adult in the silent city."

The look of astonishment flashed across Yan Liang's face, and then his face gradually sank. Seeing his look of bitterness and hatred, Xiao Er smiled and said, "But according to what the newlyweds said, once they enter I was in a daze, and when I woke up again, the sky was already bright, and the gongs and drums were ringing, as if nothing had happened..."

Then he smiled wretchedly, and said happily, "Well, it is said that the body has not been touched, it is intact."

Only then did Yan Liang heave a sigh of relief. The male lead in his novel, whether cool or vicious, is definitely not a wretch who steals the bride's first night.

But what is he going to do to detain these brides overnight...

Yan Liang felt that it was useless to guess blindly, pondered for a moment, and had an idea in his mind.

He wrote on the table: Has any girl from Anxi Town recently left the cabinet?

Xiao Er smiled and said: "Coincidentally, it will be there tomorrow, and the other party is my sister who lives opposite me."

……

On that day, Yan Liang went to the tailor shop in the town to make a set of large wedding dresses. This shell was tall and tall like his real self. He wanted to buy ready-made ones, but none of those petite sizes fit. Yan Liang I had to add a lot of silver to let the store make it overnight.

Went to the inn for a quick sleep, and came to the store the next morning to pick it up. The begonia red wedding dress was simple in style, neither too festive nor vulgar, but when Yan Liang thought of wearing it and putting on red makeup, she couldn't be happier .

Still the same sentence, whoever will go to hell if I don't go to hell, he kept muttering, as a self-consolation.

In the pile of life-saving talismans given to him by the ferryman, there was a hidden magic talisman by chance. Yan Liang bought rouge and gouache, and hid in the inn to paint his eyebrows and lips.

Fortunately, he is dexterous, has seen pigs run before eating pork, and with his tattoo skills, it is not difficult to put on makeup, and although this shell is not as good-looking as his original one, it is still a beautiful embryo with fair skin Delicate, even the steps of powder can be omitted.

After putting on makeup and changing into the begonia red wedding dress, Yan Liang looked at the newlyweds in the mirror, and twitched the corners of his lips helplessly.

……

Firecrackers, gongs and drums were blaring, Yan Liang hid in the bustling crowd, and went to the Bridal Temple in the western suburbs of Anxi Town with the procession of sending off his relatives.

Putting on the red embroidered shoes of the wedding dress, walking was very awkward, coupled with the light rain falling in the sky that day, Yan Liang's always calm and breezy face rarely showed a look of impatience.

The outside of the Bridal Temple looks no different from ordinary temples.

Everyone stopped half a mile away, the originally lively sound of gongs and drums came to an abrupt end, and everyone showed solemn expressions on their faces, not even daring to whisper.

An old lady lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and helped the bride to walk towards the temple. Yan Liang followed closely and saw only the outside of the temple gate. Both of them stopped.

The bride followed suit and entered the temple amidst the old lady's chanting. The old lady knelt down for a cup of tea, and then got up and left after reciting.

Yan Liang hid his figure and entered the temple with the bride. He raised his eyes carefully and saw that there were no Buddha statues or incense inside the temple. It was only hung with carmine silk gauze, and even the windows were pasted with red paper. , It's not serious at first glance... Yan Liang didn't know whether this was the meaning of the common people or the taste of Ji Ke's subordinates.

The bride sat awkwardly on the futon, her face hidden in the red hijab, her hands trembling while grabbing the bright red sleeves, Yan Liang sighed, and secretly said a formula, the bride's body was straightened, and then her head tilted and leaned against the bunk On the legs of the altar table covered in red silk, she fainted.

"excuse me."

Yan Liang lit the hidden spirit talisman, took off the red hijab, sprinkled the ashes on the girl's seal, and carefully hid it under the altar, pulled off two silk cloths hanging around the temple, and covered the girl with one, One neatly covered the altar and fell straight to the ground, coupled with the invisible talisman, even Ji Ke could not easily detect the existence of the bride.

Everything was ready, Yan Liang hesitantly covered his face with the red hijab, sat down on the futon just now, and quietly waited for the hero's arrival.

This day the sky was dim, and the rain outside the window was pattering. Because no one dared to approach the Bridal Temple, Yan Liang sat peacefully in the sound of wind and rain, and was also happy and pure. At present, the name Ji Liang is more like a ring brand branded on his heart, as long as he thinks of it for a while, he will feel pain.

But what's even more incredible is that he can't remember Ji Liang's appearance at all, but only remembers those long and narrow eyes, deep and unpredictable, looking at him quietly, tender and sad.

What happened to him in that life with this nephew named Ji Liang?

Yan Liang thought about it boredly for a while, and then felt that he was too idle. This old matter of the past, let it go, it has nothing to do with him...

Thinking about it, Yan Liang made himself sleepy, leaned against the wall and took a nap in a daze, and when he woke up, it was completely dark, the wind and rain stopped outside the window, the clouds broke through the moon, and the sky and earth were clear.

Not long after, he frowned and became fully awake. There was a sound of extremely light footsteps coming from far and near. He hurriedly covered his hijab, sat upright and held his breath, his heart jumped into his throat inexplicably.

The temple door was pushed open, half of the moonlight leaked in, one step, two steps, as the visitor gradually approached, Yan Liang smelled a faint smell of blood...

"Don't be afraid, girl, I will let you back tomorrow."

Yan Liang's breath stagnates, the voice is Wen Ran.

The current Wen Ran is completely different from the Wen Ran of the past, that innocent girlishness no longer exists, and she is filled with a chilling evil spirit.

Wen Ran waved his sleeves, benzoin filled the air, Yan Liang fainted in cooperation, Wen Ran saw that the person had lost consciousness, so he picked him up mercilessly.

At that moment, she frowned slightly, and let out a faint sigh. This time, the newlyweds seemed a little heavy...

Miss Wen summoned a spirit bird similar to Chou Feng'er, and put Yan Liang who had "fainted" on the bird's back. After a while, the two arrived at Ji Ke's lair in Silent City in less than a cup of tea.

Yan Liang laughed secretly in his heart, although the plot was a complete mess, but at least the hero and heroine are together.

When the bird landed, Wen Ran picked up the "bride" again, and handed it to the spirit slave at the side: "As usual, wash it first and put it on the ice bed."

Hearing this, Yan Liang was terrified. Didn't he wash it... subconsciously trembled, only to realize that although he was holding his breath, his whole body was numb and unable to move. The spiritual power of this shell was too low.

"Miss, Mr. Ji is drunk again."

Wen Ran sighed, and said calmly: "When is he not like this today? Just don't let that little Mr. Fu in the ghost prison escape. His life is more important than all of us now, and everything else has nothing to do with me. "

Yan Liang's heart sank. Originally, he thought that Ji Ke could not be persuaded by blackening, and Wen Ran might be a breakthrough. From this point of view, this heroine can't be counted on.

Three years have passed, and as an insignificant passerby, I am afraid that the little friendship with the hero and heroine has long been lost, and now he is wearing a new identity...

Yan Liang's goal is very clear, to rescue Fu Xuanliang.He doesn't care who Ji Ke wants to save by burning the Soul Candle, but he only knows that if he really kills Fu Xuanliang, the Fu family is highly respected, and the families will not be able to endure the siege of Jicheng.

After exchanging a few words with the spirit slave, Wen Ran left alone. The spirit slave carried Yan Liang on his shoulders, thinking that he was heavier than ordinary girls, so he ordered two low-ranking spirit slaves to do body scrubbing.

Yan Liang heaved a sigh of relief, because a spirit slave of this level would treat people

There is no concept of male and female.

The spirit slave put him on the icy couch, unbuttoned his clothes and wiped his neck to chest with a water-soaked silk cloth. , he was able to get away a long time ago, but this shell is really not up to the mark, and the spiritual power is so low that it can be ignored...

Before he was ready, Wen Ran changed into his clothes and entered the room, waved away the spirit slaves, his eyes fell on Yan Liang who was lying on the ice couch, his almond eyes widened slightly, and he raised his eyebrows and said: It's a male bride."

Yes, before Lingnu could close his clothes, his snow-white chest was exposed in front of Wen Ran.

Wen Ran seemed to be in high spirits, and waved her sleeves on a whim. Yan Liang knew what kind of trick she was playing, so she opened her eyes cooperatively, and acted like she was just waking up from a dream.

The four eyes met, and for a moment, the crescent eyebrows frowned slightly, and Yan Liang saw her clearly, the little girl back then has grown into a big girl.

As for Wen Ran's expression, there was some incomprehensible loneliness in the playfulness: "I have grown up, and this is the first time I see someone marrying a man. It really opened my eyes."

Yan Liang couldn't speak, but smiled gently and calmly, the expression on Wen Ran's face froze instantly, closed his eyes for a while, and said thoughtfully: "You are like an old friend of mine."

Yan Liang was not so narcissistic that he understood the old man mentioned by the heroine as himself.

"I have released your imprisonment and can speak."

Yan Liang nodded, then shook again.

"Dumb?"

Yan Liang nodded and lowered his eyes.

Wen Ran's fingertips grazed his throat, seemingly provocative but actually probing, then raised Yan Liang's chin again, squinted his eyes slightly and stared: "It doesn't look like it, the facial features are far worse."

"..."

"You are a man, so you are naturally dirty and chaotic. There is no need for blood, but since I have brought you here, I can't make a trip in vain. It just so happens that your face can be used by Mr. Ji for entertainment."

"I want to see how young master Ji is, how determined he is when he's drunk."

Before Yan Liang could understand what she meant, Wen Ran recruited a group of spirit slaves, adjusted the red clothes and covered the hijab for him, and carried him through the faint corridor of the bone lamp. When the wind blew up on the road, the red hijab fell down , Yan Liang accidentally saw that he was now in Nian Yu's house.

Yan Liang is very familiar with the so-called Ji Ke's house, it was his former house.

The spirit slave put him on the couch, lit the lamp, and by the faint light of the fire, Yan Liang could clearly see that every word, painting, and even cup in the room was the same as it used to be, and it hadn't changed at all. He remembered Before he left, Du Yu used cotton cloth to cover Fengchen one by one, but now that he is here, it feels like these years of leaving never existed.

There were tiny ripples in Yan Liang's heart, could it be that Ji Ke was so nostalgic?

Before he could sort out his ideas, a breathtaking sense of oppression approached: "Who allows you to enter this room."

The door was pushed open, and Ji Ke was wearing black clothes, much taller than three years ago, his facial features were deep and dark under the shadow of the lamp, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw the person in the wedding dress on the couch, his narrow eyes were like sharp knives Cut it on Yan Liang's body.

Those low-level spirit slaves instantly became trembling, flickering like they were about to disappear in the next second: "Yes...Miss Wen told me...to send a big gift to Mr. Ji."

"Very good." Before the words finished, the candles flickered and went out, and the spirit slaves also turned into colorful smoke and dust with the moonlight pouring in.

As the other party approached, Yan Liang smelled a very strong smell of alcohol. He raised his eyes and met Ji Ke who was standing condescendingly with his hands behind his back. His eyes, which were blood-colored due to alcohol, flickered, revealing a hint of confusion. In an instant, it turned into indescribable sorrow.

Yan Liang's heart jumped inexplicably, he couldn't understand the complicated emotions in the male protagonist's eyes, but the subconscious fear aroused by the killing intent was fleeting, after all, he was already dead.

The long and narrow pupils narrowed slightly, and under the moonlight, the black pupils were as deep as a cold pool, making it hard to see clearly, and there seemed to be snow that never melted between the brows, cold and unpredictable, after a long while, Ji Ke raised his hand, The hot fingertips were extremely light, as if they were afraid of waking up a sleeping person, they carefully brushed across Yan Liang's cheek.

Yan Liang could even feel the trembling of the other's fingertips...

"You are finally back."

"...???" Before Yan Liang understood the meaning of these words, his chin was raised, his lips were caught off guard by something hot and humid, and the strong smell of wine soaked into his lips and tongue. This taste is like a good orange. flower wine.

The long siege made Yan Liang feel that his tongue was bitten off, his lips were numb and sore and could not be closed, a strand of silver oozing from the corners of his lips, especially seductive in the moonlight and suppressed breathing.

His mouth was gagged, his body was pressed down, and his heartbeat was uncontrollably fast, but Yan Liang's heart was clear and calm. He was sure that Ji Ke regarded him as a certain female character.

Although there is no way to do it, being kissed wantonly by a man like this is not a pleasant thing after all. Yan Liang felt helpless and desolate, and was caught off guard by a heat in his chest. It was as hot as a branding iron, tightly clasping Yan Liang's waist, almost melting his skin.

Hey, you can touch and bite as you please, maybe you can't keep your hands down?Be quiet, okay?

Yan Liang slandered, but it was useless, what was even more frightening was that this body gradually heated up with Ji Ke's movements...

Just when Yan Liang thought that he was about to be suffocated by such a kiss, Ji Ke stopped, and raised his face to stare at him deeply and earnestly. This face, which was originally too good-looking, has become more and more contoured after three years of honing. Clearly, the few bland childishness in the past have long since disappeared.

For a moment, Yan Liang forgot to breathe under his gaze.

"Don't leave again."

"..."

"OK?"

At this moment, Yan Liang was able to move his body slightly, knowing in his heart that Ji Ke's words were not meant for him, but unable to withstand the pitiful and serious eyes of the other party, he nodded gently and foolishly.

With Yan Liang's consent, the snow on Ji Ke's brows melted instantly, and for the first time in three years, he had a smile on his face, although it was when he was so drunk.

The little canine teeth were exposed, as playful as ever.

Yan Liang was absent-minded again for a moment, even he himself didn't notice the sudden faster heartbeat.

Before the smile on Ji Ke's face could be suppressed, the look in his eyes faded away. He tilted his head and pressed firmly on Yan Liang's body. That satisfied and wanton smile.

His breath landed on Yan Liang's earballs, it was hot and humid, and smelled heavily of alcohol.

"..." Yan Liang was hurt a bit by the bump, but he wasn't very annoying. He sighed silently, and continued to dissolve the confinement on his body with negligibly weak spiritual power.

With the activation of the meridians, the numbness became heavier, Yan Liang slowly moved his wrist, and gently moved Ji Ke who was pressing on him aside, the other person breathed evenly and his cheeks flushed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Yan Liang didn't know that Ji Ke could sleep soundly only when he was drunk all these years.

Burning the sleeping butterfly with spiritual power, a wisp of smoke rose slowly, lingering in Ji Ke's nose. The sleeping butterfly is a spiritual creature by the bank of the underworld, which can hypnotize sleep. Of course, this advanced prop was also left to him by the ferryman.

Guessing that Ji Ke would not be able to wake up even if he was stabbed once, Yan Liang took out the soul needle and pricked it on Ji Ke's middle finger. The bright red blood oozed out. He hurriedly took out the yellow talisman paper and drew a talisman with his blood .

During the movement, he saw Ji Ke's wrist tied with a red to black rope, old and sloppy, he thought for a moment and then forgot it.

No one knows Ji Ke's tricks better than Yan Liang. Ji Ke's dungeon, dungeon, demon prison and ghost prison have never had keys, and they are all guided by his own blood. This almost self-abuse is also set by him.

The guiding sign was completed, and Yan Liang carefully put it away in the skirt. Before leaving, he did not forget to dig out a normal men's suit from the closet and put it on. Just as he got up and crossed the threshold, he folded it back as if thinking of something, and put the thin quilt on Covering Ji Ke's body, he sighed silently.

The cold spring has not subsided, and it is easier to catch a cold after drinking alcohol.

Fu Xuanliang's birth date was written in cinnabar on the talisman paper. Yan Liang recited the mantra silently, and the talisman paper turned into a paper crane, leading him to find the location of the ghost prison.

Because of Ji Ke's unpredictable personality and suspicious nature, the spirit slaves basically dare not approach him. As long as he uses the hidden spirit talisman, it is easy to avoid the eyes and ears. Follow the paper crane to the entrance of the ghost prison.

The so-called ghost prison is made up of the resentment of thousands of ghosts and piled up according to the formation method. If the trapped person tries to escape, he will be disturbed by the ghost howling and his seven orifices will bleed. It is the most vicious and vicious. penalty.

Yan Liang silently recited a sentence in his heart, the guide talisman stained with Ji Ke's blood was already sandwiched between his fingers, and as the talisman paper was thrown, the black mist at the entrance gradually dispersed, and the clamoring ghosts immediately quieted down, kneeling respectfully Wait on both sides.

In the ghost prison, there is no sinister and smelly place where rotting corpses and ghosts gather as imagined.

Turned into ashes in the light, filled with a strange and light fragrance, those puppets who had opened their eyes immediately closed their eyes and fell into a coma.

Fu Xuanliang is only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. Although he was arrested by Ji Ke and has never been tortured, and he eats and drinks as offerings every day, he is imprisoned in this strange formation and knows that he is about to sacrifice. Lingzhu's fate has long since collapsed, and now seeing someone appearing, he raised his head wearily, seeing that it wasn't the meal delivery slave or Ji Ke who made people fearful, he frowned suspiciously.

Yan Liang walked through the clay puppet formation, and Young Master Fu stared at him vigilantly: "The time has come, are you going to take me as a sacrifice?"

Yan Liang put his index finger to his lips, motioning him to be quiet so as not to wake up the clay puppet that temporarily fell asleep. Fu Xuanliang blinked and lowered his voice: "Are you here to save me?"

Seeing Yan Liang nod his head lightly, Fu Xuanliang's gray face gradually turned pale, and he asked in a very low voice, "Did my father ask you to come?"

Yan Liang didn't answer, the young master frowned again and said dejectedly: "But the demon girl's formation is extremely tricky, once I get out of the formation, the big devil will sense that you can't save me."

Seeing the despair on the young master's face, Yan Liang slightly raised the corners of his lips, it was very strange, seeing Yan Liang's smile, Fu Xuanliang's originally anxious and depressed mood immediately calmed down.

It's okay, I'll do it for you.

This body couldn't make a sound, but Fu Xuanliang understood Yan Liang's mouth shape, and asked in a daze, "How?"

Yan Liang pierced his middle finger with a soul needle, and scribbled a strange pattern on the talisman paper with his blood. Fu Xuanhao is also a young son of a family of cultivators. : "This is... the legendary Shadow Soul Technique?"

The so-called shadow soul is to use blood as a medium to temporarily replace each other's shadows, so as to achieve the effect of crossing the sea.

Yan Liang smiled, showing a teachable expression of a child, and without much explanation, he also unceremoniously pricked Fu Xuanliang's hand, drew the same totem on the talisman paper, and exchanged the talisman paper with each other to burn their spiritual energy. In short, all the remaining ashes were swallowed into the stomach.

The shadow soul technique was successful, because the shell's spiritual power was weak, so Yan Liang had to use the soul needle to stab a knowing bird on Fu Xuanliang's arm, the phantom ink became a painting, and the painted skin summoned the spirit. stunned.

This is a bird of knowledge transformed with your spiritual power, bear with it, it will bring you back to Sound-seeking Island.Yan Liang quickly wrote on the ground with a branch.

The boy's eyes flickered: "If I leave, what will you do?"

Yan Liang smiled indifferently, I have my own way, you go quickly.

He half-pushed some preoccupied teenagers onto the back of Zhiluniao, and the bird obediently flapped its wings and flew towards the night sky.

Fu Xuanliang turned his head stubbornly: "I...I will definitely repay you."

After saying this, he realized that he still didn't know the other party's name.

Yan Liang smiled slightly watching the Zhilu bird fly away, the surroundings became quiet again, the puppet slowly opened its eyes in the dead silence, everything returned to normal, he sat on the ground calmly, knowing in his heart that this little trick would not last long with the male lead.

Anyway, this time returning to the soul is just such a task. Now that the person has been rescued, and the knowing bird travels thousands of miles every day, even Ji Ke can't do anything.

It would be a big deal for me to be torn into pieces by him, and I would die anyway...

After tossing and tossing all day, Yan Liang started to feel drowsy again. Just as he was leaning on the clay puppet's shoulder and was about to sink into the darkness, the dark corridor was suddenly brightly lit. When Yan Liang opened his eyes, Ji Ke was already standing in front of him.

There was a thousand feet of ice between his brows, and the smell of alcohol on his face had completely receded, leaving only a calm and stern look.

Ji Ke had already completely forgotten what she did when she was drunk. If Wen Ran didn't feel that the courtyard was too quiet and came over to take a look suspiciously, Ji Ke might have slept until dawn.

What Wen Ran saw at that time was the wedding dress that had been taken off and Ji Ke who was hypnotized and asleep. In a fit of anger, she blasted Ji Ke awake with a spiritual flow. They both knew the trap of the sweetheart, so they split up. Wen Ran went to chase Fu Xuanliang, Ji Ke came to the ghost prison to investigate and "interrogate".

Yan Liang looked up at the position of the moon, guessing that Fu Xuanliang had arrived at Miyin Island safely.

"Whoever dares to make small moves in front of me, you are still No.1."

Looking at each other, Ji Ke's eyes were full of murderous intent, she couldn't recognize who the person in front of her was, and she couldn't remember what she did to the other person when she was drunk.

Yan Liang smiled slightly, and cupped his hands, as if to give in.

The murderous intent in the long and narrow eyes became stronger: "Are you dumb?"

Yan Liang nodded calmly, and silently apologized.

"Then what are you doing alive? It's very boring."

While speaking, he raised his sleeve robe, and a black blade stabbed straight at him. Yan Liang had no time to dodge, the sharp blade stabbed his flesh, pierced his shoulder blades and nailed him to the wall.

"Does it hurt? Is it sad that I can't cry out?"

"..." Blood gurgled from his chest, and the tick-tock merged into a pool of scarlet under his feet in an instant. He raised his eyes, there was no trace of fear or pleading in his eyes, and he stared straight at the other party, even with a smile on his face. Before he could blink, Ji Ke stabbed him again.

This time, it went straight to his heart.