Monster [Quick Transmigration]

The next day, the sky that hadn't cleared up for a long time was still dark, and even the floating green light band on the horizon became much dimmer.

Winter nights come early.

At Xu time, different shades of blue gradually spread from the sky, and the light was withdrawn bit by bit. After a while, the Venus loomed beside the green light band.

Huaishan's formation was placed in the most central position of the entire Jiangfu, and it was also in the open space to the east of the courtyard where Jiang Fuci lived.

Flowers and trees were originally planted in this open space, but in order to facilitate Huaishan's formation, Jiang Fuci had people pull up those flowers and trees on purpose.

The houses on all sides surrounded the sky into a word "mouth", as if they were trapped in it together.

Jiang Fuci recalled that when he was a child, he heard from his elders that if a person was added in the word "mouth", it was "prisoner". Throat.

It took almost three months for Huaishan to set up this formation.

This formation looks a bit crude, in simple terms, it is to place different instruments in different positions.

However, Jiang Fuci knew very well that the placement of every magic weapon here has been carefully confirmed and tested by Huaishan.

Missing an inch is a thousand miles wrong.

The slightest mistake can make all their efforts go to waste, and it can also make them miss the only chance to destroy the evil god.

So Huaishan didn't dare to be sloppy, holding a lantern in his hand, he was still checking every magic weapon.

There is a long corridor outside the houses on all sides of them, each corridor is connected with each other, and a red lantern is hung every three feet under the eaves beside the corridor.

The faint red light dispelled the night in the open space, and fell on the metal magic weapon, refracting strange light spots.

At this time, Jiang Fuci inevitably felt nervous and afraid, and at the same time, another emotion called excitement crept up from his heart.

All this is finally coming to an end.

He no longer had to experience the fear of being dominated by Gan Enlin.

Jiang Fuci clenched his palms tightly, watched Huaishan finish checking the magic weapon, looked up at the sky, turned around and waved to him.

Yet he did not move.

Huaishan said displeasedly: "Master Jiang, don't lose the chain at the critical moment."

Hearing this, Jiang Fuci stepped back instead.

He retreated under a red lantern, and the red light shrouded his face, making his expression a bit hideous. He said, "Master, I am the owner of Qinghuai City. After this incident, there are still a lot of messes waiting." I'll pack it up, forgive me for not risking my life."

"Master Jiang?" Huaishan realized that Jiang Fuci was going to run away, and after being surprised, he burst into anger, "The formation has been completed, and you regret it at this time? There is only one chance. After passing this village, this shop will disappear. You Have you thought about it? Are you going to abandon Jiang's family and the people of Qinghuai City?"

Facing Huaishan's furious accusation, Jiang Fuci was not annoyed at all. He raised his hand and pressed it down, and said several times to master to calm down.

"Master, don't worry, before this, I have found someone who can replace me, and if this person is used as a bait, it will be more effective than me as a bait."

After Jiang Fuci finished speaking, he clapped his hands.

From the shadow on the right behind him came the sound of wheels rolling. The sound gradually became louder, and a servant came out pushing a wooden chair.

An old man with gray hair was sitting on the wooden chair. The old man tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and was struggling to speak, but his fingers on the armrest were tightly curled up.

Huaishan recognized the identity of the old man with just one glance. Now, he could no longer maintain his composure, and looked at Jiang Fuci with shock and disbelief.

For his own sake, this person was so cruel that he pushed out his father, who was too old and seriously ill to leave the ground...

Is this person still the good-behaved, honest and selfless city lord who even cared about his own safety to save the child who went out of the city to pick herbs but encountered a monster?

Since the appearance of the evil god, Jiang Fuci has deviated more and more from his previous image.

Exhaustive.

act like a buffoon.

Up until this moment, it's disgusting.

Obviously Huaishan had already expressed all his thoughts on his face, but Jiang Fuci still looked ignorant, and even said with a shy face: "Master, let's talk about things, my father is the most suitable eye. He was brought with my father's consent."

Seeing that Huaishan didn't move, Jiang Fuci said again: "Master, when shall we start?"

Huaishan pointed at Jiang Fuci, his voice trembling with anger: "We agreed to let you play the role, but you pushed your father here, what a filial son."

"Master, you don't know, the person he hates the most is my father..."

Jiang Fuci hadn't finished speaking when suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large expanse of black spreading in the night sky surrounded by the "mouth" like spreading ink.

The green light and stars in the sky are blocked.

In the blink of an eye, the blackness covered the night sky.

The winter wind was bitingly cool, blowing on the face as if there were thin and dense needles pricking it, and the wind was mixed with the smell of blood that could not be ignored.

Although many people died in the mansion in the past two or three months, Jiang Fuci was used to the smell of blood, but when the smell of blood sank like a giant net, he still couldn't hold back the tumbling of gastric juice, covered his neck, and let out a dry groan in pain. Vomiting sound.

he came.

Gann is coming.

Both of Jiang Fuci's legs were trembling. If he hadn't supported the pillar next to him, he might have collapsed to the ground right now.

On the other side, Huaishan's face also changed suddenly, he counted his fingers, and said "Oops", almost missing the time.

He clenched the Buddha beads in his hand, turned his head to look at Lord Jiang, and said in a deep voice, "Master Jiang, it's not too late, come here quickly."

"Come, come." After Master Jiang answered, he actually yelled at the servant, "What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you push the old man over quickly!"

The servant immediately pushed the old man into the middle of the formation.

Looking at this scene, Huaishan's eyes were red: "Jiang Fuci!"

"Master, you can let my dad do the trick. Anyway, my dad has been sick in bed for decades, and most of his body has been buried in the ground. There are not too many years left to live." Master Jiang hid behind the pillar, clasped his hands pleadingly.

"Are you really going to be so unfilial?!"

"I have no choice..." Jiang Fuci began to cry, but his tears were more like those of a crocodile, which only made Huaishan extremely disgusted.

Just as Huaishan hesitated for a moment, the black mist that covered the night sky fell heavily again, and when he got closer, he could clearly see the black mist churning wildly.

Huaishan closed his eyes and had to force himself to calm down. He put the lantern by his feet, flicked the prayer beads very quickly, and muttered something.

His speaking speed was getting faster and faster, as if there was an invisible force condensing in front of him, and the magical artifacts placed everywhere were affected by that force, and their appearance gradually glowed with a layer of golden light.

The range of the golden light expanded rapidly and became one piece, like a layer of golden veil floating above the open space.

If you look down from above, you can see that the golden light has formed a square formation, Huaishan is in the formation, and the old man on the wooden chair is in the eye of the formation.

The old man opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at the black mist, his body trembling convulsively.

Huaishan suddenly bit the index finger of his left hand, and a steady stream of blood overflowed and crawled all over his hand. As if he couldn't feel the pain, he opened his eyes suddenly and said, "Open!"

In an instant, there was a strong wind in the open space.

Jiang Fuci and his servants on the corridor were blown to one side and slammed into the wall of the house with a bang, but Huaishan and the old man who were in the middle of the formation did not move at all, only their robes whistled with the wind.

Huaishan didn't stop moving the beads, but he didn't close his eyes again, his cloudy eyes were staring at the black mist.

"I think you are also smart. You know that if you swallow so many people at once, you will not be able to control the resentment in your body, so you deliberately procrastinate for a long time to keep yourself awake." Huaishan's tone was full of pity, "It's a pity that 50 years have passed, and today's one However, you can no longer hold excess resentment, and after the container is broken, you will only become a monster who has lost his mind, and you have taken so many lives from your body, this world can no longer accommodate you."

Huaishan calculated the time, and when he finished speaking, the strong wind just inhaled all the black mist.

But after his words fell for a long time, the black mist was still churning crazily, but it was only a churning. The strong wind that blew off the roofs on all sides did not cause any damage to the black mist.

Even, the color of the black mist is thicker and heavier than before, and it is slowly pressing down.

Huaishan paled in shock and gasped.

what happened?

How could his formation be useless?

At this time, the black mist condensed into a blurry figure, and the face could not be seen clearly, but the figure could clearly see that the figure lowered its head, as if its gaze fell on him.

"Huaishan." The voice was a little hoarse, but he spoke clearly, "This is our own business, as long as you don't meddle in other business, I promise you, not only will I not hurt the people of Qinghuai City, I will Keep protecting them."

Huaishan never thought that the evil god hadn't lost his mind, and the 50-year deadline had passed...

Could it be that he miscalculated?

He quickly pinched his fingers, and then his face turned pale.

He was right.

Until today's Xushi, exactly 50 years.

So what went wrong?Obviously every step is within his plan, why is the ending completely opposite to what he expected?

Huaishan's heart was anxious, and his chest suddenly hurt, he frowned, and tasted a bit of fishy sweetness in his throat.

"Master, don't listen to him. He clearly wants to confuse you and accept the formation. Your little apprentice has already been bewitched by him. Don't follow in the same footsteps!" Jiang Fuci's panicked voice came from the side, "He has already Red-eyed, without your hindrance, the entire Qinghuai City will become a purgatory on earth..."

Before the words fell, the last "ah" suddenly rose, turning into a piercing scream.

Huai Shan hurriedly turned his head, only to see that the servant was surrounded by a black mist that came from nowhere.

The servant struggled desperately in the black mist, but he couldn't make a sound. After a while, his figure became shorter and shorter, and soon turned into a pool of blood.

Jiang Fuci stared at the pool of blood that was still flowing, and fell to the ground. He smelled the stench in the smell of blood, and lowered his head in a daze, only to realize that he was so frightened that he lost control of himself.

"No hurry, it's not your turn yet." The evil god cast a mocking look at Jiang Fuci, then turned to Huaishan, "It's a pity, the formation you carefully laid out doesn't work for me at all, I just want to ask you something thing."

Huaishan clutched his chest, the blood in his mouth overflowed from both sides of his mouth.

The evil spirit asked, "Where did you hide the little monk?"

Hearing this, Huai Shan was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he suddenly grinned: "He's dead."

The evil god didn't speak, and the churning black mist became more and more crazy visible to the naked eye.

Huaishan walked to the old man's wooden chair, straightened his back, and moved the prayer beads again: "Do you think you are the only one who can see that my little apprentice's body is occupied by a foreign wild spirit?"

He smiled contemptuously, and said again, "It is because he occupied the body of my little apprentice that he unintentionally let you out early during the chanting, and it is because he is not strong-minded that he is so easily seduced by you. Because of his arrival, you have been arrogant for several months, do you think I will spare his life?"

After all, it was a long silence.

"You..." The evil god murmured, "You killed him?"

Huaishan didn't answer, but stared at the evil god's figure hidden in the black mist.

For some reason, the evil god suddenly laughed at himself: "I was wrong, I wishfully thought that you would not be able to discover his identity, that you would protect him, that I would not be frightened by handing him over to you, yes I was wrong, it was all my fault..."

"I'm just worried that he's afraid of me, and I'm worried that I'll hurt him uncontrollably..." His voice faded, and finally he just repeated those words numbly.

Afterwards, his figure slowly disappeared into the black mist.

Seeing this, Huaishan took the opportunity to tear apart the beads and threw them in all directions.

He put the ten fingers of his left hand together in front of his chest, lowered his eyes and was about to exert his strength, but he heard the clear and crisp sound of the beads falling on the ground.

He was horrified and looked left and right.

Those beads were not suspended in mid-air as usual, but fell to the ground one after another, and the magical artifacts placed everywhere also lost their golden light and became nothing more than ordinary objects.

The next moment, the gust of wind suddenly intensified, slowly forming a roll, and all the black mist was drawn into it.

The black mist did not dissipate, they exploded like fireworks, and then flooded the entire world with overwhelming force.

Huaishan had never seen such a scene before, subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the old man behind him, he felt the old man gently pulled off his robe.

Turning his head, he saw the old man's lips moving, as if he was saying something.

Huaishan bent down to get closer, and the old man gasped in his ear with great difficulty: "Yes, we were wrong... Enlin didn't die by suicide... He, he was killed by us... I'm confused After listening to Jiang Fuci's words, I poisoned Enlin's tea... I thought, I thought that Enlin could walk away in less pain, but I didn't want Jiang Fu to bestow those beasts, they, they..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man tilted his neck and lost his breath. His mouth was slightly opened and his eyes were wide open.

This is deadly.

Huaishan stood up slowly, looked at the black mist that engulfed him, and listened to Jiang Fuci's heart-piercing cry for help, and he knew it in his heart.

It turned out to be the case.

It is so...

Jiang's family lied to him for 50 years, and also lied to his master for 50 years. His master didn't know that Jiang Enlin was killed by these Jiang family until his death.

No wonder this formation was useless to Jiang Enlin, no wonder Jiang Enlin had so much resentment after his death, no wonder Jiang Enlin was able to completely absorb all the resentment.

The best container to contain resentment is the soul of the person who died tragically. The heavier the resentment after death, the more perfect the container will be.

Blame him for being deceived by lard for decades, and deceived by Jiang's family's lies.

It's all retribution!

Huaishan sat on the ground, watching the black mist like a monster with its bloody mouth wide open, rushing towards him with its fangs and claws.

He smiled lightly.

Fortunately, he had some selfish motives and sent the three apprentices away ahead of time. After his death, even if the evil god digs three feet into the ground or turns the whole world upside down, he will never be able to find Yuxiu.

Take it as compensation, to compensate him for sending Yuxiu to the side of the evil god.

At the same time, a large number of people gathered outside Jiangfu.

"Did you see it? What is it on it? It seems to be a moving fog. I have never seen such a black fog."

"Could it be that something happened at the owner's house? Shall we knock on the door and ask?"

"Wait! Look at the fog, it's coming towards us!"

"What smell, it smells so bad...Is this the smell of blood?!"

"God! Run outside!"

"what--"