Fairy, I really am a villain!

Although he still couldn't lie due to his telepathic and other mind-reading abilities, he could put aside other useless thoughts and only keep the most important ideas.

This function is amazing. Although he has traveled through time for quite some time, he still has the thinking of modern people in his bones, and many things will pop up unconsciously.

But with it, as long as you pay attention, you can completely avoid this situation.

However, this buff is time-limited, so he has been staying in his room these days in order to minimize communication with other people and extend the duration of the buff as much as possible.

Because he found that as long as he stopped thinking about random things, the cool feeling would fade away more slowly.

But he couldn't bear it anymore.

He hadn't spoken to anyone for three days and he was beginning to wonder if he had lost his ability to speak.

Looking at the dark shadow falling by the window, Fang Xiwen wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally held back.

He sat on the bed and casually called up the operation panel.

The illusory text overlaps and unfolds:

[Team formation][Role list][Job conversion][Spirit title link][Spirit realm exploration]...

The last two buttons were grey, indicating they had not been unlocked, and these two functions did not exist in the game, so he guessed that perhaps he had too few contracted characters.

He tried to organize the team, and was able to include "Bi Luo Sword Immortal" in the team, but he was unable to attack.

Because there is no destination.

And the character list still only has a good-looking portrait, and several operable functions are grayed out: [Chat] [Ask] [Discuss] [Exchange]...

This is not surprising. After all, Luo Qingni is not a paper man. That stupid girl lives in the room at the end of the corridor.

If she can get through this stage safely, I can give her a few books on sword techniques so that she can learn them and then improve her proficiency on her own.

Damn, it smells like a street lamp...

While he was dreaming, Fang Xiwen felt a gaze, so he turned off the panel, tilted his head towards the window and asked, "What's wrong? Do you have anything to tell me?"

After waiting for a while, a slender figure walked out from the shadows, and the shadow servant knelt on the ground, "Master, the young lady is also unwilling to doubt you. I know this is an unreasonable request, but I hope you don't resent the young lady..."

"Don't be like this," Fang Xiwen hurriedly helped her up, "I can understand her behavior. Maybe I really am a monster who took over someone else's body?"

"Master is not a monster!" Shadow Servant made such a loud noise for the first time, unwilling to get up, "We, we are willing to believe you, but..."

Uh, but I'm really not the Third Young Master...

Fang Xiwen scratched his head, pulled her up forcefully, and blinked, "Okay, I promise you. But although I won't resent her, I might be angry, right?"

"Uh-huh!"

The shadow servant nodded happily.

In fact, she knew that she shouldn't interfere in her master's affairs, and that she was overstepping her bounds, but she really didn't want to see the two of them torturing each other.

As for whether it was a monster or not, she didn't care at all. Shadow Servant even felt that the young lady didn't care either, but she didn't dare to ask.

"Ah, your knees are scraped. Let me help you apply medicine." The gentle Third Young Master pulled her to sit on the stool and smiled. "This is the first time I've heard you talk so much."

"Third Young Master...ah! How can I let you come——"

"Okay, don't move. The monster is trying to win people over. From now on, you are mine!"

"Eh, eh?!"

Chapter 18 Soul Test

On the fourth day after being buffed by the Riddler Tianyan Warlock, Fang Xiwen finally waited for the master who could test souls.

It was strange at first, considering the speed of escape of the strong man in the field, it shouldn't take so long.

But after he saw what the first floor looked like with his own eyes, he finally understood everything.

This inn named Yunshui was bought by the Fang family a long time ago. Business was going on as usual, but it has been very quiet recently.

The first floor was originally a lobby with tables, chairs and counters everywhere, which could easily accommodate dozens of people, but now it was all cleared out and replaced by various mysterious magical instruments.

The emerald jade seal, the black and white sword, the small command flag...things that have been seen before and not seen before, are combined together in a messy yet inexplicably coordinated way, vaguely blocking off the entire space.

'No wonder I haven't heard any noise recently, it turns out it has been transformed into a dojo.'

After Fang Xiwen walked down the stairs, he secretly clicked his tongue.

Even though we started preparing four days ago, this speed is still quite amazing.

Just as he went down to the first floor, he suddenly felt something. On the Yin-Yang fish in the middle of the lobby, there was a tall figure with his back to him, with his feet nailed on the Yin eyes and Yang eyes, as if he was the center of this space.

The figure in the Taoist robe slowly turned around, revealing a dignified and elegant middle-aged Taoist with a dignified face, a sword at his waist, and a look of majesty without even being angry.

When meeting his eyes, I would unconsciously feel like kneeling down, as if this person was the emperor who ruled over everything.

The Heavenly Emperor's Taoist lineage...is a master of the Xuanxiao Sect!

The pressure was immediately withdrawn. The middle-aged Taoist had no extra expression on his face. He just pointed with his finger and said, "Sit down."

A cushion suddenly appeared on the open space. Fang Xiwen sat cross-legged on it as instructed, facing a statue wearing a flat crown.

"I didn't even have a chance to say hello... No wonder, after all, in their eyes I'm just an old monster who has taken over another person's body."

Fang Xiwen muttered in his heart, and saw the Taoist took a step forward, his figure directly overlapped with the statue, and a huge phantom appeared behind him!

The phantom is similar to the Taoist himself, but the overall color is grayish white, exuding a mottled feeling formed after going through time.

Swish!

The long sword was unsheathed, seemingly very slowly, but it suddenly appeared three inches in front of his brow, as if the flow of time was slowing down.

But he could not pay attention to so many things. He could only hear the Taoist's stern voice asking: "Real name?"

"Fang Xiwen."

“Why has the change been so dramatic?”

“After experiencing life and death, I know who I am.”

"Have you ever had evil thoughts about your family?"

"Never!"

Following the brief question and answer, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the hall, and the instruments hanging everywhere began to emit bright light.

The Taoist saw that the Yin-Yang fish under his feet was moving normally, so he suddenly retracted his sword and then raised it high up: "Rise!"

He seemed to have used some kind of incantation or spell, Fang Xiwen's heart was shocked, and his body floated up uncontrollably!

When he looked down, he found that "himself" was still sitting cross-legged in the lobby with his eyes closed, while the Taoist held the sword upside down with the tip of the sword hanging above his crown!

He brought my spirit out...

Fang Xiwen understood something in his heart, and his body floated higher and higher. He saw the mountain range where Tianyu Sect was located, which stretched like a dragon, the canyon with rich spiritual energy, the miasma swamp filled with purple, and the mountain gate of Mingyue Sword Sect in the distance...

At the critical moment of life and death, he suddenly felt that his fear of heights was not so serious.

The first time I realized I was afraid of heights was when I went on a pirate ship during a spring outing in elementary school. He was the only one in the class who had vomiting and diarrhea, which scared the teacher so much that he didn't get to play any of the remaining activities.

As he was thinking about unimportant things, his spirit gradually faded, as if it was about to disappear between heaven and earth.

At this moment, the magic weapon below burst out with white light, and a phantom rose into the sky, surrounding Fang Xiwen's spirit body and making it solid again.

Then, a voice that seemed to come from a very far distance was heard, and an invisible suction force pulled him down violently!

"reset!"

In an instant, the clouds and fog disappeared, and Fang Xiwen suddenly opened his eyes in his seat, his back covered in cold sweat.

He knew that a mortal spirit like himself could hardly leave the body, otherwise it would quickly be evaporated by the yang energy of the human world.

If it weren't for those magical instruments protecting it, it would have been sent away long ago.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, and he looked like he had just been fished out of the water.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Taoist put away his sword, and for the first time a faint smile appeared on his face. He nodded gently at him: "Friend Fang, everything is fine now."

"Thank you very much, Taoist Priest..." Fang Xiwen wanted to stand up to thank him, but his legs went weak and he sat back down with a slightly red face.

"Oh, I heard that you have a wild nature, but it's not too late for you to understand the difference between life and death," the Taoist said in a praiseworthy manner, "When you have time, you can come to Xuanxiao Sect to find me and tell me the name of Taoist Shouyan."

"Thank you, Taoist Shouyan."

This time Fang Xiwen finally stood up and bowed solemnly.

Although both of them knew it was just a polite remark, the strong man from the outside deserved such treatment.

"Let's just say goodbye."

As the faint voice fell, not only the Taoist's figure, but all the magic tools in the room disappeared. Only the Yin-Yang fish frozen on the ground seemed to be still moving.

The sun shone in from the door, dust fluttered in the bright fragmented light, children chasing candied haws ran past the window, and their childish laughter fell into the house.

I'm alive...

Fang Xiwen was in a daze for a moment, he retched, and took the pill's cover out of his mouth.

He didn't know whether the Qingming Shouxin Pills worked or not. Facing Taoist Shouyan's questioning, he was still a little scared, but at least he answered quickly.

After all, I have a clear conscience.

First of all, he never intended to harm anyone.

Secondly, the Third Young Master’s name is Fang Xingyun, with the courtesy name Xiwen… It’s so unlucky to have the same name as him, but this coincidence saved one’s life.

He brushed the dust off his butt, stretched, and found a tall figure standing by the door.

Fang Qingxiao's eyes were slightly red, and she was about to rush over: "Xiwen..."

I haven't seen him for a few days. He seems to be in good spirits, but his face looks terrible, obviously suffering from the combined effects of shock and out-of-body experience.

Seeing that his body was shaking, Fang Qingxiao felt distressed. She was only a few steps away from hugging him.

"Do not touch me."

The woman froze there. Fang Xiwen didn't even look at her and walked out of the inn.

It was not until now that she realized how extreme she had been when she was so overwhelmed by worry.

He clearly trusted me so much, but I, I...

Fang Qingxiao watched him leave and wanted to chase after him to explain, but she didn't know what to say.