Crossover Anime: Starting from Jobless Reincarnation

The word "ghost" has many meanings and plays many roles. It also appears frequently in anime. Simply focusing on the identity of a ghost will not yield any useful information. However, what Luo Ya subconsciously thought of was an anime called Demon Slayer.

The story is clear: it mainly tells the story of ghosts eating people, and then the people fighting back.

However, the combat difficulty in this world is not actually that high; the only troublesome thing is the undead nature of the demons.

Luo Ya didn't think too much about it. First of all, C must be eliminated. So, the only ones left are A and B. Almost without thinking, A is the best choice.

Roya reached for option A, and then suddenly, a heavy force struck him, as if he had been hit on the head with a hammer, leaving him feeling dizzy and disoriented.

In a daze, Luo Ya vaguely felt that he was wrapped in a transparent membrane and was traveling at high speed, with blurry stars all around him.

"Boom."

As if his head had hit a wall, Roya's consciousness sank, and he fell into a coma.

When Luo Ya woke up, he found that the surroundings were decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the scene was lively.

This surprised Roya slightly.

He looked around at the scene in a daze.

Chapter 106 Good News: Bad News for the Wife at the Start: The Wife is a Ghost

This is a courtyard, an elegant courtyard with a strong retro feel. In the middle is a small pond with some koi swimming around it, and Luo Ya is sitting on a chair in the courtyard.

Luo Ya assessed his own condition.

The flow of magic was stiff and awkward, giving a feeling of being restrained.

There's a subtle feeling of network latency of 460ms; is this what they call a nerf?

With a flick of his fist, Roya threw a punch that left a trail of afterimages in the air and produced a sonic boom.

Roya frowned slightly; not only was his magic power restricted, but his body was also bound.

Thinking of this, Luo Ya looked at the fruit knife in the fruit plate, raised it, and gently sliced ​​it across his arm.

The blade tip, still slightly clumsy, cut through the skin; all of his attributes had been weakened, and by more than just a little.

Even with the weakening, he is still at a superhuman level.

Moreover, this weakening is only temporary.

Roya used his own magic to try to break free from his own shackles.

The shackles were tightly around Roya's neck like a collar, but they weren't very secure; on the contrary, they showed signs of loosening almost every bit.

Luo Ya estimated that he could use about 30% of his strength in about a month, and should be able to fully recover in four months.

Thinking of this, Luo Ya breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he could use all his strength.

Suddenly, a cry of surprise rang out. It was a servant, a young girl of about fifteen or sixteen. She saw the remaining wound on Luo Ya's arm and quickly stepped forward, approaching Luo Ya and asking, "Young Master, what happened to you?"

Knowing that the other person was talking to him, Luo Ya withdrew his hand and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, I just accidentally got scratched."

The servant hesitated, then Roya suddenly asked, "Is it some kind of joyous occasion today? Why is it so lively?"

Upon hearing Roya's words, the maid's expression instantly became quite interesting. She hesitated for a moment, then finally whispered, "Young Master, is today your wedding day?"

Roya:

What the heck? A wife sent from another time?

Roya fell silent. He looked up at the maid and met her gaze. Their eyes met, and the maid blushed and quickly looked away in a fluster.

Luo Ya nodded, it seemed that his charm had not been diminished.

Luo Ya asked, "What happened?"

The young maid was puzzled by her master's reaction, but her professionalism as a servant compelled her to recount the events in detail.

He was still called Luo Ya after transmigrating, his mother was called Luo Lisha, and his father was called Yue Yan. He was their only eldest son. His parents were very wealthy and had been in business for generations. However, his father was often away on business trips, and his mother was also often out partying, sometimes not even coming home at night. Therefore, the relationship between the three of them was actually very fragile.

They are only surviving on the last bit of their bloodline.

Luo Ya was exceptionally handsome from a young age, but despite his good looks, he didn't have many talents and lived a mediocre life. Moreover, he lacked his own opinions, and although there were no dramatic scenes of fighting for positions, he was still clearly manipulated by others.

This time, Luo Ya was used by his father as a tool for a political marriage, and was to be married off.

It may be unethical to say this, but it is true; his father was genuinely prepared to throw his only son out.

Until Roya transmigrated and replaced the original mediocre guy.

Roya's expression was strange; he didn't know what to say.

Should I complain? I never imagined that my first marriage would be under these circumstances.

The moonlight was bright, the night sky was dotted with stars, and a cool breeze blew through the boy's long hair.

Luo Ya felt a mix of emotions, including helplessness. He got up, walked to the pond next to him, and looked at the koi in the water.

The moonlight shone on the boy's incredibly handsome face.

Luo Ya suddenly said to the little maid, "Is this the fate of scions of noble families? They can only marry women they've never met before."

After saying that, he clutched his chest, feigning deep sorrow.

The young maid timidly spoke up, "Um, didn't you meet her once before? Didn't you praise this marriage highly?"

Luo Ya was speechless for a moment. He raised his eyes and glared at the little maid, saying angrily, "You should say, 'They're so pitiful,' and then express your feelings with me."

The little maid didn't know what to say, so she just stared blankly at Roya.

Roya looked back at the other person, but the other person glanced away, so Roya could only continue to sigh.

The outside was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, while the inside was bustling with activity.

Luo Ya looked around and at his own attire. It was somewhat like the loose-fitting kimono worn in Japan, or more specifically, like the loose clothing from the Warring States period, though it should be further back in style.

Roya asked the maid again, "What era are we in now?"

The maid stepped forward and reached out to touch Roya's forehead, but Roya dodged away with a look of disgust.

The maid then said somewhat awkwardly to Roya, "It's the Taisho era now, young master. What's wrong with you today? You seem a bit strange."

Luo Ya remained silent, lost in thought. When exactly was the Taisho era? He only knew about the Wei, Jin, and Northern and Southern Dynasties; he had absolutely no knowledge of the history of those who lived relatively comfortable lives.

The maid looked at Roya's face and became even more worried. Just then, a strong voice came from outside the house, and a middle-aged butler came out from the front yard. When he saw Roya, he quickly went up to tug at Roya's sleeve.

While pulling, he said, "Young master, hurry up, the young lady is getting impatient."

Marriage was not as complicated as in ancient China. Although he was the eldest son of a wealthy family, there was no grand ceremony.

The central courtyard was very large, unexpectedly large, easily accommodating twenty or thirty people, and it was quite lively at the time.

A group of servants escorted a young girl towards Roya. She was an extremely beautiful woman, dressed in a bright red kimono. Even with a red veil covering her face, her aura was captivatingly alluring.

The servants around him treated him with utmost respect, which showed that he was of high status. When the servants saw Roya approaching, they were overjoyed and shouted to him, "Groom over there, the bride is here. She's been waiting for you for ages."

Luo Ya pursed his lips; he always felt there was an extremely disgusting aura about the other person.

No, it wasn't just that; there were several other nauseating smells around.

Luo Ya subconsciously frowned and stood still, showing no desire to move forward.

But while Roya had this plan, the other party had no such plan. The butler, seeing Roya standing there dumbfounded, urged, "Young master, why aren't you going to marry the bride?"

Luo Ya looked back at the butler, only to see a cold and indifferent expression on his face.

It suddenly became clear to me.

Luo Ya didn't say much. He walked up to the other person and smiled, "Then, please take care of me from now on."

Because of the red veil, Luo Ya couldn't see the other person's face, but the closer he got, the stronger the nauseating smell became, almost to the point of being tangible.

A girl who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old standing nearby laughed and teased, "Young master, stop talking nonsense and hurry up and pull the bride away!"

Everyone looked at him with a strange gaze, as if they were looking at some rare delicacy.

Roya's lips twitched. He looked around and estimated in his mind that if this world was Demon Slayer, there were quite a few demons on the other side, at least four or more.

Although the opponent's aura doesn't seem particularly strong, what kind of move is it to send a ghost bride at the start?

And how well were they hidden? Almost no one noticed?

Luo Ya, who was on the side of the marriage alliance, realized that almost none of the people on that side were alive, while the people on the other side, Luo Ya's side, were all alive.

This is a bit outrageous.

What was my father thinking? Pushing his own son into a den of monsters, as if he was afraid he wouldn't die? But that's one thing, life still goes on.

Luo Ya smiled at the other person and said, "Then, please come with me, Miss."

After saying that, he made a gesture of invitation.

The three ghosts opposite them exchanged glances, their Adam's apples bobbing, and their faces flushed slightly. They nodded to each other and pushed the bride forward.

As he entered the living room, he found it filled with many people celebrating. The atmosphere was very festive. When everyone saw Luo Ya arrive, they greeted him respectfully, saying, "Congratulations to the groom on marrying such a beautiful wife."

Luo Ya nodded and casually added, "Thank you all for coming. I'm very happy too."

Most of the onlookers were normal people, except for the four people on the bride's side, who were all ghosts.

One can imagine that if Luo Ya hadn't traveled through time, what awaited everyone now would have been a bloodbath.

There were many people, and naturally, many came to flatter him, even though Roya's reputation wasn't very good.