Fairy, I really am a villain!

"OK."

Seeing her eye color change, Fang Xiwen took her to the window and pointed upwards, "Look up at the sky."

"Towards the sky...Wow! What is that?"

In the past, after activating the sword intent of life and death, Luo Qingni's vision would turn into black and white, and she would be able to see the "life" and "death" that ordinary people could not see.

The more vigorous the energy is, the darker the color she sees, and vice versa: a baby, for example, is almost pure white, while an elderly person is pitch black with only a hint of white.

Since these colors can see through buildings, they are very useful for finding people.

At this moment, in her eyes, a strange vortex appeared in the sky of Zhoushan City.

Its diameter almost covered the entire city. It was constantly rotating, drawing out black air from the surface, which eventually gathered in the center of the vortex, becoming darker and darker in color.

Just looking at it gives people an ominous feeling.

After closing the life and death vision, Luo Qingni told him everything in detail, and finally praised: "Xiwen, you are amazing!"

"What am I good at?"

"How do you know there's something in the sky?"

"I guessed it. Didn't you say that the sky in your dream was pitch black?"

Feeling slightly amused, Fang Xiwen also leaned his head out to take a look beside her, but could only see a dim moon and sparse stars, with no trace of the so-called vortex at all.

Of course, he would not doubt what Luo Qingni said. The more reasonable explanation was that the gathered black air was actually "death air."

Because it is invisible and colorless, it is difficult for ordinary people to see it. The silly girl has a special physique, so she has an inexplicable feeling - and this feeling is mixed with the previous experience of the spiritual realm, and finally it becomes such a bizarre dream.

Obviously, this "death vortex" could not be a natural phenomenon. Someone must be planning something... Although there was no evidence, Fang Xiwen could already be sure that it was her, the Starfallen Goddess who wrote the note.

"Will you play a game with me? My dear brother Xiwen~"

Jiang Xingchu said he would find this cute, but now he just felt nauseous when he thought about it.

Fortunately, although it is now obvious that things are about to happen, a corner of Dianpo's plan has been accidentally exposed.

According to the Sword Immortal, "they" cannot interfere too much in the real world, so there must be ways to deal with it... After figuring this out, he felt a little relieved.

Glancing sideways, Luo Qingni looked a little nervous. She leaned out of the window with both hands and looked again and again.

"what happened to you?"

"I don't want to see this place become like the Spirit Realm," she bit her lip, "Is there any way we can stop it?"

"Have."

"real?!"

Originally, she just asked casually, but she didn't expect Fang Xiwen to give such a positive answer - and this guy never brags - so there really is a way.

"So, what are we going to do? Should we go out now? I'll go get my coat..."

"Go to sleep first," Fang Xiwen pointed out the window and said, "This kind of thing must be related to people. Who can you find if you go out at this hour? Let's set out at dawn and follow the source of the dead air."

"Great."

Perhaps it was because he was the first person to talk to her after the nightmare, Luo Qingni's mood inexplicably became very good.

After throwing herself on the bed, she turned sideways and poked his stomach with her finger, "Hey."

"What, can't sleep?"

"Look, there's still some time until dawn, do you want to..." He leaned close to her ear, his tone a little shy, "Do you want to do something bad?"

"It's too short. It's not enough for me."

"You're just bragging! There are still two hours until dawn! You obviously can't stand the torture..." "I think you really deserve to be punished!"

Even the best-tempered man could not stand this kind of provocation. The formation plate was immediately thrown down, and the bed began to shake violently.

Chapter 439 Blood Debt

The sky seemed particularly low in the early morning, with a few clouds floating overhead, and it was pitch black; and because the moon had set early, this should not be the darkness of the night.

There were two sharp footsteps knocking on the cobblestone road, from east to west, through the streets and alleys as if looking for something.

"Let me see... Over there! There are several particularly thick black air masses falling towards there and outside the city."

With her pupils dyed black and white, Luo Qingni looked up at the sky carefully, then stretched out her hand and pointed in two directions.

"Are you sure?" Fang Xiwen asked in a subtle tone.

"Yeah. Why, can't we go there?"

"No, it's just a little strange." After identifying the location, he continued, "One is where the canal workers live, and the other is a mass grave outside the city. I heard that Dazhu's parents are buried there. Let's go and take a look."

In order not to disturb others' rest, the two originally planned to leave the city first and go to the mass grave to find the source of the death energy, but they encountered a worrying situation halfway:

I saw a man sitting on the steps in front of a low house at the entrance of the alley, with his back leaning back and limbs stretched out, and he had not moved for a long time.

Fortunately, his chest still moved slightly up and down, otherwise he would have looked like a corpse.

After making a gesture to let the silly girl guard the alley entrance, Fang Xiwen walked over slowly, deliberately making her footsteps louder so as not to scare him. But the man ignored her.

As you get closer, you can see that the front of the man's shirt is wet in some places. The water marks are very shallow, probably the morning dew - maybe he has been sitting here all night?

Behind the stairs was a half-open door. There was no light inside and a faint smell of blood wafted out.

"What's going on?" Fang Xiwen, who was also sitting on the steps a little distance away from him, asked softly.

Seeing that the man didn't respond, he clapped his hands gently. The man then looked over at him, with a little spirit in his eye sockets.

It looked like he wanted to identify something, but he gave up after a moment of hesitation. But this did not affect his desire to talk. It probably didn't matter who came. After a pause, the man said:

"Dead, all dead, leaving nothing for me."

"A fire. Just a fire! Haha, it burned everything!"

"My son, my daughter, my wife, my home!!"

Gradually, the man's speech became fragmented, his voice became louder and louder, but his eyes became more and more empty, and his limbs were still stretched out weakly.

As if he was tied to the ground by something, only the part above his neck moved when he spoke, and he twisted his body violently.

His spiritual sense spread out, exploring the situation inside the house, and then he made inferences based on what he said - although it was a bit difficult, Fang Xiwen still pieced together the complete process.

Probably because the men from the dock riot the night before had also participated in the attack on the Six Gates defense line and attempted to burn the ship. Because he did not go home, his ten-year-old son went out to look for him at night.

There are two docks outside Zhoushan City, the east and west. The one where the riot happened is at the west, and the one where the fire started is at the east. The child knew where his father often parked the boat, so he went to the east.

Perhaps because he didn't find anyone and it was already late, the child simply fell asleep in the boat - he might have wanted to wait for his father to come and look for him, but in the end all he waited for was a huge fire.

"My son was very clever. He was the first to notice the fire, but he didn't run away."

"He must have hated to see the ship burn down, so he ran back and forth trying to put out the fire, but the fire was so big."

"When I arrived, he had already fallen beside the boat and died. He was choked to death by the smoke!"

With a bang, the man's clenched fist hit the steps, revealing the white bones. But he seemed to be unaware of it, and the blood gradually dyed the entire step red.

In silence, Fang Xiwen looked inside the room and found that the boy's condition was indeed similar to what he had said: there were no burns except for the soles of his feet, but his entire body was blackened by smoke.

Because he had spies at the East Pier, Fang Xiwen knew a little more: when his men were putting out the fire, a group of masked men tried to stop them, and beat them up. Some of his men were injured.

'Should I have used all my strength at that time and killed all the people in the Dajiang Gang...' he thought unconsciously.

But the man’s tragedy doesn’t end there.

When he carried the body back home in a daze, he didn't pay attention and the noise was too loud, which woke up his pregnant wife who was sleeping.

When the latter saw the dark and miserable appearance, she was so heartbroken that she had a miscarriage and the bleeding would not stop... After a night of pain, she died with the baby in her belly.

"For a whole day and night, I guarded these three people, one big and two small! They are all dead!"

"To date, no one in my family is alive. Someone even smashed our outhouse and burned our boat and goods."

"I called the police, but they didn't care. They just said they didn't start the fire - but I didn't see them putting out the fire!"

"Damn it, they said the imperial court won't give us a way out... I already have no way out!!"

After the early morning, the sun had already risen.

This should have been a time for work, but the man's tearing voice did not produce any movement.

The residential area was still quiet, as if everyone was sleeping.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew through the door, bringing with it a mixture of blood, rot, and burnt smells. The man retched.

"Condolences."

Even if Fang Xiwen was eloquent, he couldn't say anything at this moment. He just took out a silver ingot from his bosom and put it down, saying softly: "Use this money to buy some paper figurines and wreaths, and pick out a few good coffins to bury them all."

Hearing this, the man fixed his gaze on the ground, staring at the heavy silver-gray color in a daze.

"Isn't it enough?"

"Sir," he said, pulling the muscles on his face a few times, "My wife followed me, and she had never seen so much money before she died. I couldn't save that much even if I worked on the ship all my life."

"..."

"Please take it back, sir. You can't see it when you are alive, and you don't need it when you die. I have my own way." The man pushed the silver away, crying and laughing.

~~

After leaving the alley, he met Luo Qingni who was looking around and keeping watch, took her hand and walked back.

Looking at the rare indifference on Fang Xiwen's face, she blinked and couldn't help asking, "What's the matter? Aren't we going to continue looking for the source?"

"It's no longer useful."

"W-what do you mean?"

So Fang Xiwen briefly told her what happened, and soon her face turned visibly red, and her lower lip was bitten by her pearly teeth.

"I want to kill someone." Luo Qingni's feet were nailed to the ground.

"Calm down." Fang Xiwen held her hand for this reason and squeezed her hand hard. "Blood debt can only be repaid with blood, but it is meaningless for us to avenge this grudge. Do you understand?"

"Then how do you think they're going to get revenge?!"

"How to take revenge..." He pointed to the sky, "You've dreamed about it, haven't you?"