Chosen One, how did I end up as the villain?

At the desk

When Qin Huaiyu heard that there was no more noise outside, he got up and walked to the bedside, bent down and took out his night clothes from under the bed, and then put them in the wardrobe.

He had anticipated the old man's arrival, so he made preparations and nothing went wrong.

"If I weren't afraid of alerting that man in black, you'd be a corpse by now. You dare to investigate me? I don't know where you get the nerve!"

Qin Huaiyu sat down on the bed, muttering to himself, his mind filled with all sorts of questions.

According to Lao Gou, from the Qin family to the missing persons case, the Beiyuan case, the Yinling Temple, and the deep valley, the shadow of the man in black robes is present in every case.

The Qin family had Du Ming deliberately lure me to Xishan to discover Qin Hai's scheme. It seemed like they were saving me, but in reality, they were making me a pawn in their game.

In the case of my disappearance, his subordinates used a frame-up to lure me to Yinling Temple.

Kitahara then pushed me to investigate the case, which led me to discover the true nature of Hidreiji Temple.

All of this seems to be part of a scheme orchestrated around the Hidden Spirit Temple, but the big black rat said that Kongzhi also often met with a man in black robes, so the two obviously had a good relationship.

Could it be that these two people are not the same person?

But what a coincidence! They were all wearing black robes; no one would believe it if you told them.

Furthermore, the events at Shen Gu basically confirm that he has even deeper plans.

Damn it, who is it? What do you want?!

He felt a strong sense of crisis. This man in black robes was clearly not a good person. With Qin Hai's example as an example, he didn't want to be a victim of a great injustice.

"Okay, since you want to play, let's give it a try!"

Qin Huaiyu said resentfully, then he got up and walked to the storage box, took out the spiritual herbs he had obtained, about a dozen of them, the best of which was a White Vermilion Grass.

A worker must first sharpen his tools if he wants to do well.

He is now eager to increase his strength, after all, none of these people he is facing are easy to deal with.

After doing everything,

He returned to the bed, sat cross-legged, and opened his mind to stare outside the room.

A golden halo appeared, and all the medicinal herbs floated in mid-air, arranged in various places.

Under its influence, strands of demonic energy, almost tangible, flowed into the body like streams.

As the blood core circulated, the golden liquid, like rainwater flowing from the eaves, slowly flowed into the mysterious pool along the dazzling lotus flower.

The Blood Spirit Insect King raised its round head and rolled around inside like a fish, looking very excited.

The little guy has gotten even fatter than when we first got him, and his whole body is shimmering with golden light, making him look quite mystical.

At this moment, Qin Huaiyu felt that the three connections had strengthened even more. He seemed to see a blurry projection, one of which looked like a room, with some horizontal and vertical obstructions, making it unclear.

The other one seems to be moving, the image is very unstable, and there are faint specks of light.

The last one is quite special; it's surrounded by white and red stripes, and these colors appear as vertical lines. It also looks round and bulging, and has a head...

What are these places?

He was speechless. The images were all blurred out. Was it something so shameful to be seen?

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As the Nightmare Power dissipated, more than a dozen medicinal herbs were withering at a visible rate, first becoming dull and lifeless, and then their branches and leaves turned completely black.

The aura emanating from Qin Huaiyu intensified.

Time passed quickly during this process.

Until the moon sets.

As one medicinal herb after another disintegrated and turned into dust.

The golden liquid injected into the Xuanchi (mysterious pool) in the lotus heart of the body is already more than half full.

Qin Huaiyu slowly opened his eyes, and a beam of divine light shot out.

"Another step forward!"

...........

the next day, early morning

The blood-red sun peeked out, its tip half-hidden by the morning glow, which resembled a layer of red silk obscuring half the sky.

The streets are already bustling with people who get up early to make a living.

The old night watchman, holding a gong, swallowed hard as he looked at the steamed buns that had just been opened at a nearby shop. Several people passing by, pushing carts to collect chamber pots, gave him a disdainful look.

"A good dog doesn't block the way, whether you're going or not."

"Eh, eh"

The old man nodded awkwardly, "I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now!"

As he spoke, he turned to walk forward.

"Sir, stop!"

Then a clear and melodious voice rang out.

The old man, the owner of the steamed bun shop, and the three people pushing the cart all turned to look.

A very pretty girl wearing a blue embroidered dress stood up from the table in front of the steamed bun shop.

"Miss Shen!"

The person pushing the cart was familiar with the town's residents because he had been collecting chamber pots in town for many years, and the person in front of him was the eldest daughter of the Shen family.

Shen Wan'er frowned, clearly displeased. She had been in a good mood, having arranged to meet Qin Huaiyu here to go to Yinling Temple together, but instead she had encountered this scene of the strong bullying the weak.

She wouldn't have reacted so strongly to this in the past; she would have just helped out casually. But for some reason, she felt really uncomfortable today.

"Boss, pack some steamed buns for this old man, I'll pay!"

After saying that, she walked straight toward the coachman.

The driver was a quick-witted man; seeing that things were not going well, he hurriedly apologized.

"Sir, I'm sorry, it was my fault. I hope you will forgive me."