The plot sum is against this seat [Transmigration Book]

midnight.

A Luowei Qixiang chariot engraved with spiritual inscriptions is half-hidden on the path, speeding fast, but the tassels on the curtains inside the chariot remain motionless, as if walking on flat ground.

There were only Shen Chunmian and Jiang Zhufeng in the car, so Shen Chunmian didn't shy away from him, and didn't hold back his curiosity, and started touching around after getting in the car.

"This car doesn't look big from the outside, but there's a whole world inside the car," Shen Chunmian asked rather curiously, "How's the speed of this thing?"

Jiang Zhufeng got up from the couch, wondering if it was because of the love spell that had already been placed on Shen Chunmian, but now he is not clinging so tightly.

"This is a semi-immortal-level spiritual script, and it can only be carved by a spiritual practitioner above the cave." Jiang Zhufeng looked at the spiritual script on the car and explained in a leisurely manner, "As long as there is a spiritual stone Pushing it forward, traveling thousands of miles a day is not a problem.”

Shen Chunmian couldn't help feeling distressed when he thought of the spirit stones that the congregation had just fed in one by one.

Then he thought again: If it can travel thousands of miles a day, this can be regarded as a luxury car in the cultivation world, right?

So he went on to ask: "How many spirit stones can this car sell at most?"

"There are tens of thousands of spirit stones," Jiang Zhufeng leaned closer to his side, "What? You want to sell them?"

Shen Chunmian shook his head, with a somewhat pale expression on his face: "Let's put it aside for a rainy day. Right now, the financial situation of the Lihen Sect is worrying, and these fixed assets can sometimes be used in emergencies."

Although Jiang Zhufeng couldn't understand the strange terms in his mouth, he could roughly guess what he meant.

Before he could answer, Shen Chunmian's figure beside him suddenly tilted, and then subconsciously grabbed his arm to stabilize his figure.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Zhufeng stretched out the back of his hand, and patted his forehead lightly, "Fever again?"

Shen Chunmian leaned against him, moaning in a low voice: "I don't know, suddenly I can't breathe..."

The more uncomfortable he was, the more he hated Lian Qingyun, who said that he would be better off with Jiang Zhufeng overnight, but who would have left such sequelae.

Jiang Zhufeng helped him to the couch, looked down at him for a while, but didn't speak, he saw that he was panting badly, his face was flushed, and even his neck was covered with powder.

His Adam's apple rolled, and a crazy and clear thought was clamoring in his heart.

But Shen Chunmian had warned him just now, he was afraid that he would annoy him again, so he hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.

"I think……"

He barely opened his mouth to spit out two syllables, but Shen Chunmian under him grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down.

The slightly cold lips pressed against the scorching softness, Jiang Zhufeng's nose suddenly had only Shen Chunmian's breath left, and there was only a clamoring but inexplicable heartbeat in his ears.

It was alive, hot, and impossible to ignore.

Jiang Zhufeng clasped his hand, and slowly gave him the icy aura flowing from his body. The time and space around him seemed to be frozen, and Jiang Zhufeng's senses were enlarged and elongated like never before.

He seemed to be a ray of wind, but Shen Chunmian firmly held one end of the wind in his hand.

The Sun Moon Valley is brightly lit.

There are paper lanterns hanging everywhere in the valley, but what is burning in the lanterns is not the orange-gold light, but the green will-o'-the-wisp.

Shen Chunmian's eyesight is very good now, and he felt that the green lantern was strange from afar, and when he took a closer look, he saw that it was no paper lantern, it was all human skin with flesh and blood hollowed out, and fluorescent light leaked from the seven orifices. people.

He couldn't help but backed away in fright, but fortunately Jiang Zhufeng supported him in time, so he didn't fall down the steps in embarrassment.

"The heat on your body has receded," Jiang Zhufeng squeezed his fingers, and asked softly in his ear, "Are you still dizzy now?"

Shen Chunmian lowered his voice, trembling could be heard in his voice: "It's not bad...it's much better."

Jiang Zhufeng looked at his pale face, raised his hand a little, and the lanterns with human heads on the road ahead opened their mouths and began to cry loudly without any wind. After that, the lanterns shriveled one by one, one after another. It turned into smoke amidst howling ghosts and howling wolves.

"There's nothing to be afraid of," Jiang Zhufeng said in a volume that only he could hear clearly, "It's just some small tricks."

Those lanterns disappeared, but the chill just now still remained in his heart, Shen Chunmian clasped Jiang Zhufeng's hand tightly as if unintentionally, and said firmly: "Who is afraid? Don't judge others by yourself."

Jiang Zhufeng smiled lightly and did not refute him.

The residual heat on Shen Chunmian's cheeks has not yet faded away, and the ears are still burning red.

He sneaked a glance at Jiang Zhufeng's profile, and couldn't help but think: Actually, when Jiang Zhufeng wasn't crazy, he was quite careful, at least he knew how to take care of others.

Shen Chunmian only stepped into the hall with half a foot, when he heard a ghostly voice ringing in his ear: "I have waited for a long time, Master Shen, I thought you would not give face to Master Ben Gu."

In an instant, the two will-o'-the-wisps in the main hall became intense, and Shen Chunmian could see clearly that the lamp holders under the faint will-o'-the-wisps were all skulls of various colors.

Shen Chunmian's eyes were full of disgust, and he sneered and said, "I haven't seen you for many years, but Master Chu's taste is still so low-level, he hasn't improved at all."

In the original book, the relationship between the villain and the valley owner Chu is particularly bad, but if they meet, the valley owner will have to suffer from Shen Chunmian, but he returns to not knowing the lesson and not thinking of changing his past.

"Master Shen and Master Ben Gu really have a good understanding," Chu Lingling smiled coldly, "I haven't seen each other for a few years, and the longer the face of Master Shen, the better, but it's a pity that his temperament is still the same smelly and annoying."

He paused for a while, but still with that inhuman smile on his face, he ordered his servant to ask: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you wait for Master Shen to take his seat?"

Those ghost attendants with thick white powder on their faces and two strange blushes on their cheeks surrounded them with smiles, some opened the chair for him, and some presented a plate of bright red Sliced ​​meat.

"This is freshly cut calf meat," a ghost waiter explained with a smile on his face. "The owner of the valley asked us to prepare it specially for the distinguished guests. We should eat it while it is fresh, otherwise the taste will be bad."

Shen Chunmian glanced at him coldly, and Jiang Zhufeng, who was always by his side, moved slightly with his fingertips, gently rolled the meat on the plate onto the ghost waiter.

The ghost waiter was startled, and hurriedly dodged: "What are you doing?"

In the hall, Chu Lingling also said with a sullen face: "Who are you? How dare you refute the face of the owner of the valley."

Jiang Zhufeng said unhurriedly: "These people are so ugly, I'm afraid I'll hurt my leader's eyes, so let him go away, is there any problem?"

Shen Chunmian secretly tugged on his sleeve, and gave him a "don't make trouble" look in his eyes.

Then he looked at Chu Lingling in the hall: "Master Chu, I am not here to have a drink with you today—where is Fu Le?"

"Don't worry," Chu Lingling picked up the wine glass, took a sip of the wine, and pretended to blame, "Look at you, you are always so impatient, you don't even want to say a word with the owner of the valley."

His tone was somewhat ambiguous, before Shen Chunmian could hear anything, Jiang Zhufeng frowned.

Shen Chunmian patted the table: "Stop talking nonsense, if you obediently hand over Fu Le, I will only treat you as a sudden madness and did something wrong, but if you are not sensible, you will kidnap the Dharma protector of this sect." For this matter, I regard it as a provocation against Lihen."

He paused for a moment, then slowed down his tone: "With Lihen's strength, Sun Moon Valley will not be able to survive tomorrow. As the owner of the valley, you should understand which one is more important."

"The owner of this valley naturally understands," Chu Lingling looked at him, and wrote lightly, "Just because the Sun Moon Valley is destroyed, you Lihen will naturally suffer heavy casualties. By then, I don't know how many enemies will come to your door and take the opportunity to destroy your Lihen sect. "

Looking at his ugly face, Shen Chunmian felt that he was really hateful, but it was a pity that Fu Le was still in his hands as a hostage, and he was not good at acting rashly.

There was silence between the two for a while, before Shen Chunmian asked again: "What exactly do you want?"

But the ghost cultivator in the hall showed a long-awaited look, and then flashed to Shen Chunmian's side in an instant. He bent down and almost touched his forehead hair: "I want you, the leader."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was pushed away by Jiang Zhufeng, who was standing beside him.

Shen Chunmian didn't expect such a plot development, so he was at a loss and said, "Please respect yourself."

"Self-respect? As the leader of Lihen Sect, you let Master Ben Gu respect yourself. Do you know what self-respect is?" Chu Lingling laughed loudly, "I just want you to sleep with me, and the cultivation base that should be given to you will never without you."

He showed his grim white teeth: "How is it? This Valley Master can be regarded as suave and suave, the leader will accompany me for a night, and the profit will not be lost..."

Shen Chunmian hastily pressed Jiang Zhufeng's fist, and then poured a jug of wine on his face: "If you can't afford a mirror in Guigu, I can give the owner a few."

Chu Lingling stretched out her tongue to lick the wine from her lips, and turned her head to call out: "Go and carry up the right guardian of the Lihen Sect."

The ghost attendants quickly lifted the Fu Le up, and saw that Fu Le was tightly bound, and only a little bit of flesh and blood remained on the left calf, which still stuck to the white bones, and the raw meat slices on the villain's plate were visible. It was cut from his calf.

Shen Chunmian suddenly felt like vomiting.

"If you don't want to be with you," Chu Lingling said with a smile, "then the right protector of the Lihen Sect can only be counted as food for the little ghosts in the valley and distributed to them."

There was a sentence mentioned in the original book, saying that if the monk was swallowed by the ghost cultivator, his spiritual consciousness would be torn apart, and he would not even have the chance to be reincarnated. He could only be trapped in the ghost cultivator's body and gradually become part of him.

Shen Chunmian gritted his teeth, and was about to speak, but saw Jiang Zhufeng who was standing beside him suddenly flew out, and grabbed Chu Lingling's neck with his palm: "Is he also your matchmaker?"

Shen Chunmian could almost hear the sound of the latter's bones breaking.

However, ghost cultivators are different from ordinary monks. Even if their bodies are broken into slag, they can continue to live in the form of "souls" based on their spiritual consciousness alone.

The people brought from Lihen Cult reacted very quickly. Before the ghost servants in the Sun Moon Valley could react, they had already attacked first. Except for those who rushed to grab the talisman, the rest of the cultists scuffled with the ghost servants stand up.