Fairy, I really am a villain!

What awaits him next is only painful soul-examination, interrogation, and various tortures.

After all, who would sympathize with a monster that has taken over the bodies of their loved ones?

He thought of the only way to survive, which was related to the Third Young Master.

After the results of the soul test come out, if he really has taken over another body, he will try his best to guide them and make them think that the original Third Young Master is still alive in the world.

For example, the Third Young Master became a split soul, or he kept it in a soul bead...

To do this, he needed something that could keep him awake under torture, which was the pill that he had just dragged Luo Qingni to the pharmacy to buy.

As for the option of telling them the truth, Fang Xiwen had never even thought about it.

Instead of leaving your fate to others, you might as well struggle hard.

'But the question is, how can I escape from this predicament...'

People were coming and going on the long street. He was also a part of the river, drifting with the current, without a purpose or destination.

He didn't like the noisy sounds, but under the fear, they were the best fertilizer for thinking.

The chirping of cicadas, the shouting of vendors, the neighing of horse-drawn carriages...my thoughts mixed with them in a big melting pot, floating higher and higher.

...wrong.

When Fang Xiwen came to his senses, the originally straight long street had disappeared. All that was in front of him was a mass of misty white fog, and a soft and unreal touch came from the soles of his feet.

No, where is this?

After looking around, Fang Xiwen quickly realized that he had been pulled into an illusion.

There are many people and methods that can create illusions, such as the magic cultivator who has cultivated the "Xuanhuo Demonic Heart", Shaolin's dream of the past, the spiritual realm of Tianyan sorcerer... and so on.

Could this be the expert Fang Qingxiao invited to examine souls?

No, it shouldn't be that fast...

The person who came was able to pull him into the illusion without him noticing, so his strength must be extremely powerful.

After realizing that he was something that could be manipulated at will, Fang Xiwen felt much more at ease and continued walking towards the endless white fog.

After taking a few steps, he saw a figure surging in the fog ahead.

The figure appeared slender and graceful, sitting sideways on the ground, her fingertips gently plucking the strings of the guzheng, stirring ripples in the hearts of the listeners.

"On a whim, someone actually broke into this spiritual realm..."

The woman's voice was so ethereal that it seemed to come down from the clouds, yet it reached his ears clearly.

It is a sound so pleasant that one would like to become deaf immediately and make it the last sound heard in the world.

"Lingjing, are you a Tianyan sorcerer?"

Fang Xiwen lifted up his robe and sat down in front of her, raising his eyebrows.

From his angle, most of the woman's face was obscured by mist, and the occasional bits of her appearance that were revealed were stunningly beautiful.

"You're an interesting person for daring to sit down right in front of me."

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Anyway, the situation won't be worse than it is now."

Faced with the evasive Riddler, Fang Xiwen chose to go straight to the point.

Hearing this, the woman was silent for a while. In the distance, clouds and mist rolled, and then her voice with a hint of laughter was heard, "You are in a lot of trouble."

"It's like this," Fang Xiwen spread his hands, and without asking why she pulled him in, he asked casually, "Can he be saved?"

"You are quite open-minded," the woman's voice returned to calm, and the mist turned into a lottery box in front of him, "See the fate clearly and interfere with it. The only one who can do the latter is you.

Take three.

Oh, so you can help me see my destiny... Fang Xiwen rubbed his hands excitedly and asked worriedly, "Should I smoke one by one, or should I put one back after I smoke it?"

The woman seemed to be stunned for a moment, "...What's the difference?"

"Uh, the probabilities are different?"

"Anything is OK."

Hearing this, he chose to draw the lots one by one.

When the three sticks touched his body, words appeared on them: [Countercurrent] [Fengdu] [Imperial Throne]

Looking at the three lots, Fang Xiwen thought for a while, then turned them over and showed them to her: "Here, these are what I drew."

This time, the woman was silent for longer than before. Fang Xiwen couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Senior, what's the result?"

“You knew I might be able to help, so you called me senior?” The woman seemed to be blaming me, and finally said: “You are already dead, and now you are living in the world in a special form... This is your fate.”

The Third Young Master is really dead... Was he really killed by Luo Qingni's scabbard?

Fang Xiwen was stunned for a moment, and nodded repeatedly:

"Hmm, what next?"

"No more," the woman's voice became indifferent. She casually picked up the three sticks, pointed a finger at his forehead, and ordered, "Focus your mind."

Fang Xiwen did as he was told. He felt a cool sensation between his eyebrows, which then gradually spread out, as if his thoughts became clearer and more focused.

As the woman's fingers left, the scene in front of her eyes shattered, and the clouds and fog dissipated together, disappearing like a whirlpool.

After a moment of distraction, Fang Xiwen found himself standing on the street again. The noisy sounds filled his ears again, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

But the touch of that finger brought a chill that remained firmly between the eyebrows.

At this point, Fang Xiwen finally felt a little relieved.

It's not that this finger can help him, but Tianyan sorcerer is still willing to help him on the premise of seeing the future...

This means that your situation will not be too bad, at least you will not die.

Otherwise, was she trying to help herself die more comfortably?

Chapter 17 Winning People’s Hearts

Yunshui Inn.

Shadow Servant climbed through the window into a guest room. The interior was simply furnished with windows, tables and chairs, bookshelves, beds...it could be said that there was almost nothing belonging to the owner of the room.

It is now eight quarters after midnight, and only a dim oil lamp is lit in the room.

There was a tall woman sitting on the bed with her back pressed against the wall, her shadow looking somewhat fragile under the light.

Seeing this, Yingshi's eyes showed some distress. He sat over gently without saying a word.

Fang Qingxiao has hardly practiced in the past three days.

Every time she picked up the sword, she would think of her brother, so that every sword she swung seemed to be falling towards him.

The same is true.

He traveled thousands of miles to Tianyu Gate, facing dangers and embarrassment along the way, just because he didn't want to lose the bet.

But what he got in return was misunderstanding from his fellow students, ridicule from the audience, and all kinds of ugly insults.

Even so, he still laughed in the carriage. What he really cared about was only the safety of his sister.

Fang Qingxiao, who possessed the sword heart of Kongming, knew better than anyone that his concern was not false at all. Based on this point alone, there was no need for Fang Qingxiao to doubt him.

All I need to do is accept that my brother has changed for the better and love him as before...

But Fang Qingxiao couldn't do it.

Not only does she depend on her younger brother for support, she also has parents, an uncle, and cousins ​​at home... Even if Fang Xiwen cares about her, what about other people?

She can't gamble.

Fang Qingxiao suffered a lot during the days of waiting for the powerful person who could test souls.

I couldn't go to see him, and could only greedily grasp every sound through the thick walls.

The sound of him slipping on his slippers, jumping into bed, and lifting the quilt...

These sounds would always continue until late at night. Thinking of his anxious, scared, and sad expression, Fang Qingxiao's nose felt sore and she wished she could fly over and hug him tightly.

"Miss..."

The shadow servant sitting next to her took off his mask, revealing a pretty face, and called out softly, "Do you really want to test your soul?"

As a servant, she naturally hoped that her lady would give up.

This is not about letting the third young master go, but about letting the eldest young lady herself go.

If he insisted on testing the soul, not only would the young lady suffer greatly, but their relationship would also never be restored.

"want."

Fang Qingxiao said without hesitation and firmly.

"I understand," Ying Shi responded, and left quietly through the window, "Then I'll go look after the Third Young Master."

The night is warm and the lights are dim.

As soon as she left, Fang Qingxiao seemed to have lost all her strength, her body slid onto the bed, her fingers tightly piercing into her palms.

The eldest senior sister, who was as sharp as a sword, now looked like a helpless little girl.

The only thing she could do was pray.

I've already lost my loved ones, don't take my only brother away from me...

...

...

Fang Xiwen hasn't seen anyone for three days.

During these three days, he stayed in the room of the inn. Food was delivered to him and hot water was fetched for him... No matter what kind of food he wanted to eat, he just had to shout out to the window and it would appear on the table soon.

It would be better to say that this is how a young master should live - food is served and clothes are provided.

But he didn't do this because he enjoyed it.

After being touched on the center of the eyebrows by the mysterious Tianyan sorcerer, there has always been a cool feeling between the eyebrows, as if some kind of buff had been added.

After many experiments, he figured out that the main function of this thing is to focus thoughts.