Monster [Quick Transmigration]

City Lord Jiang was overwhelmed with grief, and he felt guilty, so he had no face to face his eldest son, so under Jiang Fuci's persuasion, he handed over the rest of the matter to his second son.

What he didn't know was that the poison prepared by Jiang Fuci only made Jiang Enlin unable to move, speak, or open his eyes, but when Jiang Enlin woke up from the state of suspended animation, he was able to stay awake all the time, able to think, hear, and perceive everything around.

Jiang Enlin was placed like this for three days.

It wasn't until Zhizai came to ask that Jiang Fuci burst into tears in front of Zhizai. He told Zhizai that his elder brother committed suicide by taking poison.

Zhizai heard the words, even though he had expected it, he still couldn't help showing a sad expression. He comforted Jiang Fuci, and then revealed his agreement with Jiang Enlin.

The grief on Jiang Fuci's face was fake, but the shock was real. He didn't expect Jiang Enlin to have such an agreement with Zhizai.

However, the real shock was quickly buried in the fake grief, and the only thing left was luck—fortunately, Jiang Enlin had the idea of ​​voluntarily being a container, otherwise his lies would be full of loopholes.

In fact, as long as Zhizai and City Lord Jiang pondered carefully, they could find some clues.

For example, why not inform Zhizai of Jiang Enlin's death as soon as possible?

For example, why should Jiang Enlin's body be left for three days?

and many more……

It's a pity that once a person falls into a certain extreme emotion, it is difficult to think rationally. They feel sad and guilty for Gan Enlin's death, and have no more energy to think about other things.

By the time they knew that Jiang Enlin was actually burned alive, it was already two months later.

The newly born evil god killed several people for no reason, and Zhizai and the city master Jiang had to re-investigate the birth process of the evil god.

Maybe it was because he was afraid that he would also be killed by the evil god, or maybe because he knew that Zhizai and Jiang City Lord would find out the truth sooner or later, Jiang Fuci plopped to the ground and confessed everything he had done with tears on his face.

After hearing his words, City Lord Jiang rolled his eyelids and fainted on the spot.

On this day, the entire Jiangfu can be said to be in chaos.

After waking up, City Lord Jiang picked up bamboo sticks and chased Jiang Fuci all over the ground without saying a word. The others hurriedly hid to the side, not daring to stop them.

Jiang Fuci was bruised all over his body, and fell to the ground, almost breathless, blood flowed into his eyes, he looked at City Lord Jiang without blinking, and suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth and laughed: "Father... you Where did you come to slap me in the face...that cup of poisoned tea...but you handed it to him yourself..."

"..." City Lord Jiang slowly widened his eyes, as if struck by lightning for a moment.

I have to admit that Jiang Fuci's words pierced his heart like a sharp sword.

"I'm all for Qinghuai City, all for the people..." Jiang Fuci closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was explaining or hypnotizing himself, "Only by letting him die with resentment, our chances of winning will be greater..."

Tomoya once said that in order to create a more powerful evil god, a town deliberately selected people who died tragically as containers, and it succeeded in the end.

That's why he did that. Since Jiang Enlin was going to die anyway, it would be more valuable to die.

It's just that he didn't expect Jiang Enlin to retaliate against them after becoming the evil god. He didn't expect that the people who participated in that incident would die tragically one after another...

Yuxiu was standing in front of Jiang Fuci, invisible to everyone, he squatted down without any scruples, and looked at Jiang Fuci's ferocious and ugly face.

It's not that he wasn't curious about these things before, but the evil god didn't seem to want to say more, so he kept waiting for the evil god to open his mouth.

He also had countless conjectures, but he never thought that the truth of the matter would be so cruel...

After this period of time, he watched everything happen, from the initial pain to the current numbness.

He is powerless, he doesn't even have a physical body, and he can't even hug the evil god.

At this moment, he looked at Jiang Fuci, and realized for the first time in his life that there were still people in this world who made him so sick.

He even wanted to strangle Jiang Fuci to death.

If Jiang Fuci died, the evil god would not be trapped for another 50 years, let alone be suppressed once every fifteenth day.

However, he couldn't do anything. He returned to Qingguiyuan, walked into the hut that had not been sealed by iron chains and talisman papers, and saw the evil god sitting quietly at the table.

The evil god wore the familiar white mask on his face, which was put on by Chiya, and was burned to ashes together with him, as if covering his ears and stealing his death pain.

In recent days, the evil god has often lost control - he hasn't learned how to be a good evil god.

He didn't kill those people voluntarily, but he did hate those people in his heart. The hatred was like a seed that broke through the ground and drove him to attack those people when he lost control.

But every time he regained his senses, the evil god would sit in front of the table for a long time, motionless like a piece of wood.

Yuxiu didn't know what the evil god was thinking, he only knew that he was suffering.

As if being pushed headlong into a tank full of water, water from all directions rushed into his ears and nose, the oxygen in his brain was taken away, and he was so suffocated that it was difficult to even take a breath.

He walked over and hugged the evil god from behind—he couldn't count how many times he had done this.

The next day, Zhizai brought people to Qingguiyuan, sealed off the hut with iron chains and talisman paper, and came to do rituals and chant sutras on the fifteenth of every month.

Later, Zhizai passed away, and Huaishan took over the task.

It has to be said that what they did had a very good suppression effect.

On the fifteenth day of every month, the evil god will become extremely weak, and it is very difficult to maintain his figure. The shackles on his feet imprison him. Even though he is powerful enough to scare away all the monsters, he is still trapped in this small world inside.

Such days lasted for 50 years.

Until one night, the familiar sound of chanting came into the house, but the familiar pain and confusion did not overwhelm the evil spirit as usual.

It was rare for the evil god to be so rational, so he stood in front of the door and hesitated for a while before walking out.

The bright moonlight and the hazy red lantern light intertwined. In the corner of the corridor, a young monk was sitting upright. The young monk closed his eyes and chanted sutras in a low voice while knocking on the wooden fish. Not the slightest repressive effect.

The evil spirit became interested, walked up to the little monk, knelt down, and looked at the little monk carefully.

The little monk seemed to have sensed his arrival, and his originally relaxed expression instantly became tense.

However, the little monk didn't open his eyes, and continued to pretend to be calm, knocking on the useless wooden fish and chanting the useless scriptures.

The evil god watched for a long time, then suddenly stood up.

Just when Yuxiu, who was on the sidelines, thought that the evil spirit was going back to the house, she unexpectedly saw the evil spirit walk into the courtyard and shouted, "Yuxiu."

this sound...

Where is the voice of the evil god?It was clearly his second senior brother's voice!

Yuxiu: "..."

Although he already knew that the evil god was threatening him, but seeing the whole process with his own eyes, it was unavoidable that he felt a little subtle, especially when he saw himself shaking like chaff in fright, he was extremely depressed.

After the depression passed, his eyes began to sore again.

He walked up to the evil god standing in the dark watching the excitement, raised his hand and stroked the evil god's mask from the air.

fortunately……

This is all coming to an end.

After thinking this way, the surroundings suddenly spun, and the scenery in front of him was distorted in an instant.

Yuxiu's figure flickered, as if she had fallen into a huge vortex.

The vortex is spinning crazily, sweeping everything.

Yuxiu didn't know how long he had been struggling in the whirlpool, and when his consciousness slowly returned, he vaguely felt a cold hand caressing his face.

He opened his eyes and saw the face of the evil god.

The evil god propped one hand on top of him, his eyes were lowered, and his stern face couldn't see any expression in the dim light, but his tone was a little anxious: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Yuxiu stared blankly for a long time, then stretched out her hand to touch her face, only to touch her tears.

He wanted to nod and shake his head, but finally he simply raised his arms around the evil god's neck, pressed his body against it, and buried his face in the evil god's neck.

"It's not a nightmare, it's just a bad dream."

The evil god's hand went around his back, hugged him back, and caressed him casually: "It's just a dream, just wake up."

Yuxiu hummed.

Luckily woke up.

As the end of the year approached, everyone in Jiang's mansion began to get busy, tidying up and cleaning, the housekeeper was also shopping for new year's goods, and hung up red lanterns everywhere in the mansion.

It was rare for Yuxiu to get permission from the evil god to go out for a stroll, and she saw the butler instructing two servants to hang red lanterns on the tree.

Seeing Yuxiu approaching, the butler quickly put down the things in his hand, and politely called Little Master.

Although this little master no longer looks like a little master, but looks more like a little boy, he still has to shout.

Yuxiu looked at the red lanterns in other places, and then at the red lanterns that had already been hung on the tree, and couldn't help but ask the housekeeper, "When will the red lanterns be hung in Qinggui Courtyard?"

"..." The smile on the butler's face stiffened visibly. He exhaled warm air into his palms, rubbed his hands together, and said awkwardly, "Little Master, this Qinggui Courtyard is no better than other places. Don’t dare to hang things in it casually.”

Yuxiu understood the housekeeper's fear, thought for a while and said, "Why don't you give us the same thing, and we can make it ourselves."

The butler hesitated for a moment, and finally agreed.

In the afternoon, the butler led a few servants to deliver everything, not only red lanterns, but also paper-cut paper-cuts and window grilles, etc., and even a lot of firecrackers were prepared.

This year is Yuxiu's third year in this world, the first two years he spent alone in the temple on the mountain, this is the first time he has so many people around him.

It took them two or three days to arrange everything that the steward had sent.

Looking around, the Qinggui Courtyard, which was originally cold in color, suddenly had countless smears of red, as if it had finally added some fireworks, and it looked a lot more festive.

On New Year's Eve, Yuxiu also organized everyone to clean the Qinggui courtyard inside and out, not even the evil spirits were spared.

Of course, it is impossible for the evil god to work, the most important thing is to participate, he just needs to stick around.

However, the direct result of doing so is to scare everyone so that they look like they can fall over at any time when they are working.

It's not because they are timid, it's mainly because in their impression, evil gods are used for worship, and they need to be careful to curry favor and make offerings piously, in order to get a little mercy from the evil gods.

The evil gods are gods, so powerful, so lofty, how can they do these mundane things with them?

Yuxiu saw everyone's reactions in her eyes, and in desperation, she had no choice but to raise her voice and say to the evil god: "You'd better go in and rest, anyway, you can't help much."

Hearing this, everyone including Ding Yuan and Ding Wen showed expressions as if they had seen a ghost, turned their heads suddenly, and looked at Yuxiu in shock.

Ding Yuan was the first to react, and quickly lowered his voice and said, "Little Master, how can you talk to Master Evil God like this!"

As soon as the words fell, the evil god who had grown on the corridor like a flower on the high mountain actually stepped forward. His slightly curly black hair was scattered over his shoulders, and he was dressed in a black robe. Only the exposed skin was very delicate. pale.

During this process, everyone was silent, wishing they could bury their heads in their collars.

Soon, the evil god walked up to Yuxiu.

Yuxiu looked at the evil god inexplicably: "What's wrong?"

The evil god stared at the broom in Yuxiu's hand for a moment, then made a shocking move - he reached out and took the broom in Yuxiu's hand.

Then, he said the same shocking words: "You go to rest, I will sweep the floor."

Yuxiu: "..."

He suspected that if the evil god continued like this, Ding Yuan and Ding Wen next to him would really faint on the spot.

But before Yuxiu had time to refuse, Jiang Cheng's voice suddenly came from not far away: "My lord, I brought the two senior brothers of my little master, and they are outside..."

Halfway through the speech, the voice stopped abruptly.

Turning around, I saw Jiang Cheng standing about seven or eight feet away from them, staring blankly at the broom in the hands of the evil god.

After a long while, he restrained his expression and turned his gaze to Yuxiu: "Little Master, is Lord Evil God in the room?"

Yuxiu pointed at the evil god in confusion: "Isn't this what it is?"

The evil god also looked at Jiang Cheng expressionlessly.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng turned away as if he didn't see the evil god, and said, "Since I'm not here, I'll come back later."

Yuxiu: "..."