NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

Waking up from the nightmare, his heart was beating so hard that his chest hurt, Yan Liang was in a daze for a long time, he touched Duan Duan's neck before he regained his strength, it was just after Yin Shi, and it was still very early.

He didn't want to sleep any more, so he simply swallowed a few sips of cold tea to refresh himself, sat on the couch to recuperate his spiritual breath, saw the sky in the east was faintly white, so he got up, washed and dressed, after tidying up, he went to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast. As you approach, you can smell the fragrance of rice.

The tiny flames danced in the dimly lit air, and white steam was steaming on the stove.

"Why so early?" As soon as the words finished, Yan Liang couldn't help yawning, her sleeping phoenix eyes were shining with water, and through the faint white smoke, they were soft and lazy.

The four eyes met and moved away hastily, and the narrow eyes stared at the dancing fire: "I'm used to getting up early, so I come to make porridge when I have nothing to do."

As he said this, the afterimage of the dream flashed in Jiang Wei's mind. Coincidentally, he also had a nightmare, and he couldn't fall back asleep after waking up.

"Senior Lao Yan wait a moment, the porridge will be ready."

"Well, thank you." Yan Liang touched a low stool and sat down at the dining table, resting his head on his hands, looking boredly at the gradually brightening sky outside the window. In the lonely city, there are no birdsong, only the stove is left in the morning light The sound of rice porridge rolling and gurgling.

Inexplicably feel at ease.

In the original world, Yan Liang had hardly experienced the so-called warmth of home, especially after his mother reorganized the family, he was more like a superfluous useless person, and no one was willing to cook porridge for him early in the morning.

Thinking about it this way, although the world of this book is full of dangers, it is not too bad.

Maybe it was the trivial fireworks that made him feel comfortable, Yan Liang yawned a few more times, and then dozed off with his head propped on the dining table...

"Senior Yan, the porridge is ready."

He suddenly opened his eyes, the sky was a little brighter, the fire under the stove was extinguished, and the porridge placed in front of him was steaming: "Sorry, fell asleep."

Jiang Wei shook his head noncommittal: "Drink it while it's hot."

The thick porridge comes in, the temperature is just right, and the taste is soft and glutinous. To be honest, Yan Liang has never had such a good porridge in his life. It is just a bowl of porridge, why can't he stop...

"There's more in the pot." Seeing Yan Liang finish a bowl of porridge in a short while, Jiang Wei breathed a sigh of relief, with unconscious joy on his face: "I'll serve it to senior."

"Thank you." Yan Liang drank the porridge, and suddenly had an absurd thought. The heroine he wrote was also a setting with outstanding cooking skills, but...it is absolutely impossible. According to the progress of the plot, Ji Ke is still on Wuyan Mountain Practice, and incidentally develop a relationship with the junior sister who is the second female.

It's just a coincidence, I was lucky enough to meet a passerby with the same culinary skills.

Yan Liang, who had never had the habit of eating breakfast, drank three bowls of porridge for the first time.

Bringing embroidered soul needles and green vine dyes and other equipment, the two set off. The distance from the lonely city to the deserted tomb is not close, and it takes nearly an hour to walk quickly with spiritual power. The speed slowed down, and they didn't speak to each other all the way, keeping a subtle distance between each other.

It was a cloudy day, and the dead forest was particularly gloomy. Before he got close, he could smell a strong rancid stench, and Jiang Wei immediately frowned.

Yan Liang took out the glass bottle from his skirt, and handed the pills to Jiang Wei: "The smell of this corpse is poisonous, it will make you feel better after eating it."

Jiang Wei reached out to take it without hesitation, and when his fingertips touched the other's palm, he wondered why this person's hands were so cold, it didn't seem like the body temperature that a living person should have...

"Why did Senior Yan come to Silent City?"

"When I was young and ignorant, I wanted to find the green stone lotus." He blurted out the history according to An Zhiyu's character setting.

"Have you tried a way to get out?"

"You think this lonely city can come and go whenever you want~" Yan Liangyun raised the corners of his lips lightly, as if he didn't care about his situation.

"When the younger generation recovers, they will definitely find a way." Jiang Wei said firmly.

"Two years later, Wuyan Mountain in the Eastern Territory will hold the Ghost River Soul Hunting Ceremony. At that time, a large number of monks will pour in, and the barrier will be temporarily opened. It will be a good time at that time."

Jiang Wei's complexion sank: "Senior is in Wuyan Mountain, do you have old acquaintances?"

"Maybe there is," Yan Liang pondered for a moment. Isn't the hero Ji Ke in his novel the future Patriarch of Wuyan Mountain? Although they have never met, their relationship is by no means superficial: "I have a junior, Wushen Mountain practice."

There is absolutely nothing wrong with An Zhiyu being Ji Ke's unrelated uncle.

Jiang Wei's hands were clenched into fists unconsciously, his nails almost sunk into his flesh, his face was as white as paper, his lips moved, and finally he took a deep breath and said nothing.

Yan Liang walked in front, so naturally he didn't see the other person's expression: "Young Master Jiang, in fact, you also..."

Turning around Lin Po, the light turned brighter, and the dead river appeared in front of the two of them. Dozens of corpses flowed down the river, lying wet in the river. Yan Liang swallowed the irrelevant words, turned his head and said: "These The dead bodies are washed from the upper reaches of the Onigawa River, if they are not purified in time, their souls will not be reborn, and it will affect the river and even the plants and trees here."

Jiang Wei was deeply shocked by this situation: "Ghosts are haunted by ghosts."

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"That's right, the long hair of a woman appeared in the well water, the water stored in the tank at home turned into blood, and the inexplicable appearance of human internal organs and other dirty things in the pot were all caused by ghosts."

"..."

Seeing Jiang Wei's face turned pale, Yan Liang thought that the young man was frightened by the scene in front of him, so he said in a calm tone, "Don't worry, it will be fine once you are saved."

"But...how did these people come to Onigawa..."

"These people are naturally the tributes offered by the people outside." The custom of sacrificing living people for ghosts and monsters has never been broken for thousands of years, and those ghosts will also use tricks such as dreaming to scare the people to get more sacrifices.

"The family outside Onigawa, don't you care?"

"It's all done by the people spontaneously. The big families have limited resources and can't take care of it. Besides, through the sacrifice ceremony, the big families and Onikawa also maintain a delicate balance. It's almost an act of acquiescence. How can it be so simple."

Yan Liang is very clear that in his own setting, there are no selfless and good people, especially his male protagonist, who is vicious and ruthless, and will use any means to achieve his goals, even using Onigawa Wraith as a tool for his revenge and seizure of power.

Jiang Wei pursed his lips into a line, and raised his eyelids for a moment: "I think it's too simple..."

Yan Liang saw through the young man's thoughts, and raised his chin slightly with a smile: "It's a good thing within my power to send them off to save them from rebirth."

He felt that these high-sounding lines were empty, but he was relieved to see Jiang Wei's expression improved.

Although the two collaborated for the first time, the tacit understanding was close to perfect.Jiang Wei worked very hard to arrange the wet corpses in the water in a formation, and waited for the senior to tattoo the purification lotus one by one with the soul embroidery needle. The two cooperated seamlessly without a word. It's over.

The lotus flower imprinted on the eyebrows of the corpse gradually bloomed, and there was a faint light in the lotus heart, and the light green spots overflowed, flickering like fireflies, it was the soul that could rest in peace.

Yan Liang stood in the center of the formation and recited the incantation silently. The body burst into blue flames and instantly turned into ashes.

Jiang Wei looked at Yan Liang standing in the dust of corpses, his clothes were flying and his eyebrows were like paintings. It turned out that this was the legendary soul-cleaning man. He had only seen it in the classics of Zangshu Pavilion back then, but he never expected to see him alive one day.

In fact, if he wanted to take action to avenge his shame, now is the perfect opportunity, but... the most frightening thing is that he found that he couldn't hate the person in front of him at all.

Although similar, they are not alone.

Yan Liang heaved a sigh of relief, and finally it was over, laughing at himself in his heart, earlier the ferryman said he would be given a role with more money and less time to watch the excitement, how much money?No.few things?nonexistent.Watching the fun?Now I haven't even seen the shadow of the male lead.

It can be seen how unreliable the ferryman's promise is...

He wiped his sweaty brow: "Today is over early, I'll take you to the Silent City Bazaar after I go back and take a shower."

The things sold in the Jicheng market are nothing more than bowls polished by human skulls, blankets made of hair, lamp oil made from human fat, and some seasonal items. Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and even in the dead city, all kinds of mooncakes are sold out. up.

"Senior Yan, I was the same as these corpses back then." He was referring to the time when Yan Liang found out.

Yan Liang pretended to think for a while, and smiled lightly, "It's not the same, it's far away."

"Huh?" His long and narrow eyes were open, waiting for an answer.

"If it weren't for your good looks, making people look at you unconsciously, the soul embroidery needle in my hand would have pierced you long ago, and you would have been saved." Yan Liang was in a good mood today, seeing Jiang Wei's sullen face all the time, he followed suit. Looking at Du Yu's appearance, he casually said a joke.

Hearing this, Jiang Wei's pale face blushed, and his eyes flickered for a moment and said: "Thank you for your compliment, senior."

Seeing his embarrassment and shyness, Yan Liang smiled: "Okay, I don't mind joking with you."

He can't compare with Duoyu in terms of verbal skills, but he thinks that he is more than enough to compare with Jiang Wei, who is serious and unsmiling. He never expected that one day he will pay for his self-righteousness.

On the way back, we didn't say a word to each other again, a wind blew up in the dead forest, and the wind had dyed the bleakness of autumn.

"Senior, I have something to ask."

"Say it, you're welcome."

"Will the technique of seizing the house inherit the memory of the original owner?"

The wind in early autumn passed through the mountains, rustling, Yan Liang stopped in his footsteps, turned his head, and the expression on his face froze instantly: "Young Master Jiang, don't move!"

Jiang Wei was yelled at by him in a low voice, subconsciously stopped, followed Senior Yan's line of sight and swept down from the corner of his eye, taking a breath of air, a green snake with human facial features was raising its head and spitting out a letter, and His eyes met.

Yan Snake, born in Onigawa, has human-like facial features. It is rumored that it can swallow an eight-foot man alive.

Since his spiritual veins were severely injured, Jiang Wei's five senses have also become dull, so that he is unconscious when Yan Snake is staring at him...