Monster [Quick Transmigration]

Therefore, Jiang Fuci directly gave up the idea of ​​moving out of the mansion, and simply followed Huaishan all day long. Looking at the entire Qinghuai City, only the surrounding area of ​​Huaishan is the safest.

But the killing of the evil god did not stop.

With the increase in the number of deaths, everyone hid and fled, and the once bustling Jiang Mansion was visibly depressed, and even the servants serving Jiang Fuci were only three or four old servants who were too old to walk.

However, this is only the situation in the house.

There is almost a big difference between the outside of the mansion and the inside of the mansion. The common people don't know what happened in Jiang's mansion, they only know that Lord Jiang, the city lord, hasn't shown up for a long time, and all affairs are handed over to Lord Advocate of the deputy city.

Moreover, the gate of Jiangfu was closed tightly, and people moved out from inside continuously.

Those who moved out were all insane without exception. As long as you asked them what happened to them, they would turn pale, shake their heads, and mutter something in their mouths.

If you listen closely, you can hear them yelling for mercy.

However, Mr. Jiang didn't know that there were already rumors about Jiang's mansion outside, and he wanted to find a group of servants to come in from outside.

He told Huaishan about this idea, but Huaishan stopped him.

Several months of hard work made Huaishan thinner a lot, and there was no time to deal with the green stubble on his head. His cheeks were slightly sunken, and his eyes became more and more cloudy. dead air.

He said to Jiang Fuci: "The formation has been set up, just wait until tomorrow, and the poor monk can end all this. Before that, don't involve more innocent people in."

Mr. Jiang was stunned for a moment, followed by overwhelming ecstasy, the long wait was slowly wearing away his hope for life, and the deaths of people around him made him immersed in the quagmire of infinite fear.

Suddenly one day, the sun came through, and he almost thought it was his eyesight.

Facts have proved that there is no such thing as an absolute path.

He is saved!

He doesn't have to die miserably at the hands of that monster like others!

Jiang Fuci's eyes overflowed with tears of excitement, and before he had time to wipe away those tears, he strode forward and grabbed Huaishan's hand: "Thank you, master, for your great kindness, our Jiang family really can't repay you... then What should I do next?"

"Tomorrow is the night of the full fifteenth month and the day when he was born 50 years ago. His power will be weakened to the greatest extent." Huaishan pulled out his hand and took a deep look at Jiang Fuci, "At Xushi tomorrow, the sky will gradually fade away." An, I want you to activate the formation as the eye of the formation."

Hearing this, the expression of joy froze on Jiang Fuci's face. He thought he had heard wrong, opened his mouth stupidly, and pointed at himself after a while and said, "Me?"

"to you."

"Why me?" Jiang Fuci couldn't help but raise his voice.

As the eye of the formation, it is not a good thing to guess it with your toes. If you are not careful, you will lose your life. He originally wanted to survive. If he did this, his busyness and panic for months What kind of?

Huaishan seemed to have expected Jiang Fuci's reaction in this way, and was not surprised. He said with a sullen face, "Because you are the owner of Qinghuai City, because you are the owner of the Jiang family, and because you are one of his targets."

Huaishan's voice was not loud, but it reached Jiang Fuci's ears very clearly. Such realistic and sharp words pierced Jiang Fuci's heart like sharp thorns.

Jiang Fuci broke his guard in an instant, his face turned pale, he stumbled back two steps, and finally sat down on the chair.

Huai Shan was not soft-hearted, and continued: "Because those who died were people related to your Jiang family, because you were the younger brother he protected the most during his lifetime."

"..." Jiang Fuci was speechless, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Are these reasons enough?"

"I..." Jiang Fuci's eyes were full of tears again, but not the tears of joy just now. He raised his face and let the tears flow down his wrinkled face. He tried his best to suppress the emotion of fear, and choked up, "I don't want to die, master. I didn't do anything wrong back then. Everything was his own decision. He found your master by himself. He chose to die by himself. He wanted to be refined into a container for resentment. People, willing to endure 50 years of torture for the people, why should they vent their grievances on us 50 years later? We are also innocent, not to mention we are still his relatives!"

Speaking of the latter, Jiang Fuci slipped from the chair, and he knelt down on the ground, crying with tears.

"The people respect him and love him. Fifty years ago, he couldn't even eat and built a bronze statue for him. Isn't that what he wants? Now that he has got his wish, what else does he want?!" Jiang Fuci Kneeling and crawling to Huaishan's feet, he has been in a high position for decades, and he has also carried the burden of decades, but now in order to survive, he doesn't even want the dignity of the city lord, and humblely grabs Huaishan's robe, "Master , I don't want to die, and I don't want to activate that formation, can you let me go? There are so many people left in the Jiang family, I'll find someone for you again."

Huaishan didn't speak, but just looked down at Jiang Fuci, the light and shadow hit Huaishan's face, making it impossible to see his expression at this moment.

But Jiang Fuci could feel——

Huai Shan's gaze on him was indifferent, mocking, and even contemptuous...

Huaishan didn't even want to touch him, so he tore off the robe that was being held by him, took a step back, and said coldly: "Tomorrow at Xushi, there is only one chance, Master Jiang, don't forget."

After all, he turned and walked out of the study without giving Jiang Fuci a chance to speak.

Jiang Fuci was the only one left in the huge study room, so quiet that he could hear the sound of air flowing.

Jiang Fuci sat on the ground like a puppet that had lost its string. After a long time, he wiped his face heavily and got up from the ground with hands and feet.

He didn't stay in the study, but walked out of the study quickly.

There is a small garden outside the study.

In the past, this small garden was often taken care of by people. The plants and trees were lush and green, which made people feel relaxed and happy. Now no one takes care of it, but in just two or three months, it has become overgrown with weeds, and the stone path is covered with dead plants. Ye, just looking at it like this, gave birth to a sense of desolation.

In fact, it is not just a small garden. Most places in the mansion are covered with dust and cobwebs because they have not been cleaned for a long time. Only a small number of places where people still have activities are cleaned by servants every four or five days.

Jiang Fuci walked through the small garden and walked to the right along the corridor behind the small garden.

The further he walked, the more dilapidated the scenery became. There was not even a cleaning servant here, and every step he took would raise a cloud of dust.

Particles of dust floated in the air and choked into Jiang Fuci's throat. Jiang Fuci frowned and raised his hand to cover his nose.

He hadn't set foot here for a long time, if Huaishan hadn't said that, even if the old guy living here died, he wouldn't have come to visit.

Walking out of the corridor and coming to the courtyard, he went straight to the room on the left.

When I entered, I saw a servant dozing on the couch, and heard his coughing. The servant suddenly woke up and got up in fright: "Master, master, you are here."

Jiang Fuci cried a lot just now, and his eyes are still swollen at the moment, but compared with his gloomy face, the red and swollen eyes are nothing. He glanced at the servant: "Where's that old guy?"

The servant tremblingly said, "Master is in the back room."

Jiang Fu said: "Go out."

The servant groaned and scrambled out.

Walking into the back room, a damp and musty smell came over his face, mixed with other unpleasant smells, Jiang Fuci subconsciously leaned back, his eyes were full of disgust.

The doors and windows of the house were closed tightly, and the outside light could not penetrate, except for a candlestick for lighting.

The candlelight shone on Jiang Fuci's expressionless face. He walked to the bed and looked down at the old man lying on the bed who seemed to be silent.

Although the old man was still alive, he was breathing in but not out, and it took him a lot of effort just to barely open his eyes.

"Father." Jiang Fuci called softly, without much emotion, and said, "Didn't you always want to see your eldest son?"

Hearing this, the old man suddenly widened his eyes as if he was stimulated.

The old man's eyes were fixed, his mouth was open, and he wanted to speak, but he could only make two trembling sounds.

"Save your energy, since you can't speak, just listen to me." Jiang Fuci said, "The 50-year deadline is coming, Huaishan has already set up a formation, as long as he is lured out tomorrow, he will be able to let him go." It has disappeared since then, and as for the next step, I have also arranged the next container to hold the resentment, and then we can keep Qinghuai City safe for another 50 years."

With longing for the future, Jiang Fuci rarely showed a smile on his ashen face. He looked at the old man, his eyes gradually filled with madness.

"Although the formation is ready, there is still one formation missing, and that formation—" He paused for a moment before saying, "It's you."

The old man took a sharp breath, and was so angry that he said a word: "You..."

"You finally got your wish, are you happy?" Jiang Fuci squatted down, his eyes swept over the old man's blue face, "Even if you fell like this, and you have been lying on the bed for decades, you still think about him day and night, now you You can apologize to him personally."

Jiang Fuci's voice became lower and lower, and he whispered in the old man's ear, "Apologize to him for the thing that you poisoned his tea back then, and see if he forgives you."

The old man trembled all over, and spit on Jiang Fuci's face. He glared at Jiang Fuci viciously: "You...you unfilial son..."

Jiang Fuci's face was covered with saliva, and he was so sick that he almost vomited.

He got up abruptly, and wiped the saliva on his face with his sleeve robe, wishing to wipe off a layer of skin.

Just wait until tomorrow.

He wanted to watch this old thing die in Jiang Enlin's hands with his own eyes!