NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 1 July Half

Even in the summer, Yan Liang still wears a mask, thanks to his cold constitution, he is not afraid of covering it.

Going out without wearing a mask is as embarrassing for Yan Liang as running naked. The high rate of turning heads makes him doubt his life, and he can't get used to "being in the spotlight" for many years.

Because of the weird pattern tattooed on his face, and the pink hideous skin that is faintly visible under the pattern, in the eyes of most people, Yan Liang should be a strange and dangerous person.

So he didn't go out easily, and he didn't deal with people. If he really had to, he tried to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible, covering most of his face with a mask and hat, walking in the crowd with his head bowed and shoulders shrugged.

In the eyes of friends, Yan Liang is a person who doesn't care about everything, doesn't have too many emotions, and even Buddhism is not enough to describe him, so he is compared to a relic.

A fire that year destroyed Yan Liang's home and his face. Ten years later, the pain and unwillingness to the bones have been ground finer than dust, and the hideous scars are covered in the thick blue flowers Under the tattoo, I can't see the original appearance clearly.

Anyway, it's a face, people will get old eventually, and it's no big deal if it gets ruined earlier.

Yan Liang even forgot that the elders who had met him before couldn't help hugging and kissing him, marveling that he was the most beautiful child he had ever seen, without exception.

Maybe it was deliberately forgotten, who knows?

……

It was getting late, the heat hadn't subsided, and it was extremely sultry.

The air was filled with a strong smell of smoke, and there were ashes of paper and dying fires everywhere.

The street lamp at the entrance of Xiaochang Hutong was broken, flickering and flickering, casting dim and flickering shadows on the tiles.The person who came was walking unhurriedly, step by step leisurely and determined, the alley was too narrow, a bicycle was approaching, almost bumped into the person but didn't ring the bell, and passed by as if turning a blind eye.

The visitor didn't mind, stood still in front of a house, knocked on the door, and after a while, the door was opened from the inside. It was a young man wearing a mask, with bangs slightly long on his forehead, covering his eyes.

When the appointment time came, neither of them was in a hurry. The visitor sat down on the low stool in the yard. Yan Liang made him a cup of tea and went to the room to prepare it alone. Combination, tattooed on the shoulder blade, he did it with his own hands.

As an apprentice, this is Yan Liang's first time getting started, and without the teacher around, he feels something is wrong, but he can't tell what's wrong. Everything recently...is not normal.

During the daytime, he was drowsy, his body was so sleepy that he couldn't move, and the sun was only slightly better after sunset, but he felt that his bones were light and his five senses became blurred and chaotic.

And obviously it is midsummer, but I always feel cold.

"Brother, what are you doing covering your face in such hot weather?" The other party teased casually while drinking tea.

Yan Liang curled his lips jokingly: "I have scars on my face, I'm afraid it will scare you."

The cloud is so light and the wind is so light that it seems to be talking about other people's business.

The visitor was noncommittal, and smiled: "I heard from Teacher Fang that you have a strange pattern tattooed on your face, so I want to take a look."

Yan Liang was obviously taken aback. Teacher Fang never told others about himself. If the other party knew, he must be an old acquaintance. Hide in the dim light of the yard.

Perhaps it was because the night was too thick and the lamp was too dim, the hideous burn marks disappeared, and the strong and coquettish blue floated in the night. It was a kind of flower that no one had ever seen before, and it did not exist in any classic books and encyclopedias.

The visitor stared at it without blinking, and didn't speak for a long time. At the end, it was half serious and half joking: "I... can I change to this pattern?"

Yan Liang shook his head almost without hesitation: "Sorry, that's not possible."

The visitor blinked, but didn't persist, and nodded: "That's it...it's a pity. Excuse me, what is the allusion to this flower?"

"I designed it myself." Yan Liang smiled lightly and perfunctorily. The blue flower on his face has no name and no way to figure it out. When he was a child, he saw it in his dreams again and again, and it appeared together with the blue flower. There are also mountains of corpses, seas of blood, human bones with muscles and broken souls.

It was not a pleasant memory. This kind of weird and ominous dream never appeared again after he was burned by the fire.

He was nine years old that year, and his name was still Ji Ke. After the fire, his father couldn't bear the burden of the family and ran away. His mother took him to remarry, and he took his mother's surname Yan and changed his name to Yan Liang.

The fortune teller also said that he couldn't bear the name Ji Ke, so he was weak and sickly since he was a child, and suffered constant hardships. He changed this cool word and his life went smoothly.

It's all old stuff.

……

The visitor took off his shirt, and Yan Liang carefully disinfected his shoulder blades. To be honest, he was extremely nervous. After all, the depth of needle insertion, lines and coloring all required experience and skills.

And this ink pattern of lotus and sword seems simple, but it is very difficult to do well.

"Don't be nervous, I know it's your first time, so why not come here~" The other party smiled: "If it hurts, I'll call, okay~yes~"

"...As you please." Yan Liang was speechless, speaking as if he was

To do something strange to him...

The needle made a whirring sound, and the man seemed to feel no pain at all, so he said leisurely, "By the way, I've read your book."

"...Huh?" Yan Liang's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't dare to slacken his hands. Even Teacher Fang didn't know about his writing, so how could this person...?

"Is it almost over?"

Yan Liang's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he was silent for a long time: "It's the last three chapters."

He didn't want people to know about his book writing, besides, the writing was wild and unconstrained, the plot was clichéd and nonsense, and the heroine of the novel was still his old name "Ji Ke", which made him feel ashamed.

The character design is also very routine. The male protagonist Ji Ke has a rough life experience, his relatives betrayed and framed him, and fell from the clouds to the mud. Fortunately, he has the halo of the protagonist, and he is invincible all the way to revenge and seize power surrounded by all the girls.

It has the background of cultivating immortals and the setting of strange stories. The style is vague and logical. The reason why I want to write it is because I have a little obsession with writing stories in my bones. In addition, he projects his childhood experience onto the hero Ji Ke. More or less there is a sense of sympathy for each other.

As I wrote and wrote, it broke, the aura of the protagonist gradually faded, and the male protagonist's cold and twisted temperament had retribution, people around him died for him one after another, and because of this, he became black and disturbed the world, and readers abandoned the article one after another. Yan Liang's temperament of beginning and end would never abandon the pit, and simply collapsed completely according to his own ideas.

The ending will be a "big surprise". Someone will take care of the protagonist's sins...

"BE?" The man asked tentatively with great interest.

"Probably." Yan Liang was ambiguous and did not deny it.

"But you've been out for a week."

"...?" Yan Liang frowned slightly, for a week?Why is he unconscious?Trying to recall what happened this week, but it was only a hazy piece, the memory seemed to fall into the clouds and mist, and there was an obvious break, and after only a moment, there was a dull pain in the temple.

"Can't remember at all?" The man's voice sounded softly, but it was like a big bell hitting his heart. Yan Liang suddenly felt in a trance, and the movements of his hands also became sluggish.

The sound of sizzling electricity echoed in the dimly lit room, and the lotus petals were like burning flames, surging and spreading on the unpainted skin, as if they were going to burn his gloved fingertips.

The sweat on the forehead soaked into the eyes, the vision became blurred, everything around was indistinct, immersed in the blood-red scene.

The man's voice came nearer and farther away, ethereal in the sound of electric current——

"Yan Liang, think about it quickly."

"You are already dead."

The blood-red flame spreading across the fingertips was instantly extinguished, the windows on the east side were not closed, the moonlight and the summer night wind poured into the house, and there was a faint fresh air of vegetation.

In July and a half, the moonlight was clear, Yan Liang remembered.

Seven days ago, his whole body was sucked under the tires of a cement truck. He could hear the creaking sound of his skull breaking, and he could feel the temperature of the gurgling blood. On the sticky arm, on the scattered fingers.

More than one person once praised his beautiful hands.

His thoughts stopped, screams, footsteps, police sirens, and the noise around him gradually drowned him out, the air was drained, and a sense of suffocation surged.

"Don't be afraid, it's over."

"Hmm..." Yan Liang tried to take a deep breath to calm his mind, only to realize that he was out of breath a long time ago, "Are you, the legendary ferryman?"

"It doesn't count."

"..." Yan Liang regained his composure, and quickly accepted the fact that he was dead. In fact, nothing good happened in his life, let alone anything worthy of his nostalgia. May the next life be safe and smooth.

The ferryman saw that his expression had calmed down, and smiled: "You don't have any desire to survive."

The truth came to light, and the clouds and mist that had filled his heart these days disappeared instantly, and the feeling of distress also completely dissipated. Yan Liang suddenly felt his mind clear, and smiled bleakly: "Can we still save it? It's useless to struggle now, right?" .”

He also didn't want to struggle at all, and usually said that he passed away, but this time he was really dead.

The man seemed to see through his mind, smiled and shook his head: "Don't be so pessimistic. Speaking of which, I'm also half of your readers. How about this, you finish this book first, and then I send you to reincarnation?"

"Yes." Yan Liang agreed without hesitation, after all, the direction of the story is clear in his mind.

"However, I don't accept the current situation, and I don't accept BE."

Yan Liang was stunned for a moment, then hesitated and said, "You want me to change the direction of the story?"

"Yes."

"No..." In some respects, he was very awkward.

"If you lived in that book, you probably wouldn't say that." The ferryman gave him a deep look, with unclear meaning.

"...What do you mean?" Yan Liang blinked, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Trouble you to go through the book and change the settings yourself." The man smiled, but his tone of joke was very serious: "After this matter is over, I will arrange a good pregnancy for you, and I will do what I say. .”

Transmigrating into a book...Of course Yan Liang knew what it meant, his heart was a little cold, but his face did not show any timidity, and he confirmed: "Although I wrote the story, once I transmigrated into the book, everything would become uncontrollable. "

The person did not comment: "You are the author, you are very familiar with the plot and characters, there will always be a way."

No, it's not, the difficulty of switching from the perspective of God to the authorities is completely incomparable!

Perhaps seeing through the wavering in Yan Liang's heart, the man smiled slightly: "If you think it's troublesome, I won't arrange for you a role with a lot of roles like the protagonist and villain. I guarantee that you can watch the fun with more money and less trouble. It's very nourishing."

"I refuse." Yan Liang is a Buddhist youth who doesn't care about everything. It's rare for him to say such firm and decisive words. He can't explain the reason, but he just resists from the heart.

Intuitively expected nothing good.

The man seemed to have never heard of it: "It's not too late, pack up and get on the road."

"After all, it's almost dawn."

The light blue morning light diffused into the room, Yan Liang wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be choked, unable to utter a word, his body also became light, floating in the cool morning breeze.

The 21 years of life are vivid in my mind, the flames, burns, strong blue flowers, broken fingers, father's abandonment, contemptuous eyes, dye jumping on the skin, piles of bones and bustling resentment...

Dreams and reality are confused, Lan Hua, does Lan Hua have a name?

The silence in the house was restored, and there were bursts of melodious birdsong in the courtyard.

The man sighed—

"If there is no end, you will be reincarnated life after life and will not be at peace."