The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

The cell door creaked open.

A man reeking of alcohol walked in.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his once clear and bright features were now filled with pain and struggle.

He was completely different from the calm and composed Yun Zhaoting he had been before.

Wen Yubai, who was in a light sleep, was startled awake. When he looked up, he saw this and his heart tightened.

Yun Zhaoting drew his long sword from his waist and pointed it at him.

Why?

Wen Yubai sat up, looked at the crimson in his eyes, and expressed his thoughts.

"Zhaoting, there may be more to the story behind the death of Elder Yun. We should investigate further."

"check?"

Yun Zhaoting laughed, his tone icy cold.

"You're still trying to excuse him? How many heinous things has the Demonic Sect done? You really believe him that much?"

He walked up to Wen Yubai.

The cool blade pressed against the young man's neck.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Yun Zhaoting's hand gripping the sword hilt trembled violently.

Wen Yubai, unable to sense Yun Zhaoting's murderous intent, felt relieved and wanted to explain a few more words.

"Zhaoting, calm down. There's no direct evidence that Ye Fuguang instigated it. What if it's someone else with ulterior motives..."

But Yun Zhaoting's ears felt like they were plugged with cotton.

He couldn't hear anything.

I don't want to hear it clearly.

In particular, Wen Yubai was still mentioning the name "Ye Fuguang".

With a clang, the longsword fell to the ground.

Before Wen Yubai could react, a shadow fell over his eyes.

The next moment, I felt a pain in my neck.

hiss.

An alarm bell rang in Wen Yubai's mind.

He pushed hard, but couldn't budge it at all.

"Zhaoting, you're drunk, calm down! If Ye Fuguang really isn't the murderer, then aren't you letting the real culprit go free? We'll deal with it when you sober up..."

Ye Fuguang, it's Ye Fuguang again!

You still care about that Ye Fuguang so much!

Yun Zhaoting moved away from his neck, then suddenly leaned down and blocked his way.

It was chaotic, a mixture of blood and wailing.

See, that way, he can no longer hear that mouth uttering hateful words.

Between breaths.

"Yun Zhaoting, you've gone mad!"

"Yu Bai..."

"Stop! Calm down! Stop...don't..."

"Yu Bai..."

"Yu Bai..."

His throat tightened, and his voice became broken and incoherent.

The movement did not stop at all.

Yun Zhaoting always believed that alcoholism was the behavior of a coward, an escape from reality.

But at this moment, he was drunk, enjoying it immensely, completely intoxicated.

But he was also unusually clear-headed, fully aware of what he was doing.

I was acutely aware of the pain in my heart, yet I indulged in my own self-destructive behavior.

Until the very end.

He buried his face in the crook of his neck, trembling slightly, breathing heavily.

I can't bear to part with it.

Even though I hate it and feel the pain, I still can't bear to let go...

-

The guards outside were listening intently.

Guard Xiao Du: "What's going on inside?"

The guard, Xiaolin, grabbed him and pulled him to a more distant place.

"Shh, the patriarchs are fighting. Let's stay away so we don't disturb them."

Guard Xiao Du: "Why do I feel like you're bluffing me?"

Guard Kobayashi: "If you know, don't say it, okay?"

-

"You deserve to die."

The knife in his hand gleamed with a chilling light.

In the woman's terrified, wide-eyed gaze, it slowly descended, slicing across her neck.

"Why...why..."

The woman's voice was weak, and blood gushed from the wound on her neck, staining her clothes red.

She clutched her neck, her eyes filled with disbelief and despair.

Yue Wuhen didn't respond to her interest, nor did he feel it was necessary.

He just stood there quietly, watching the woman stagger and fall.

His body convulsed, pooling into a dark red blood on the ground.

The breath gradually weakened until it completely dissipated.

Yue Wuhen flicked the blood off the blade and then sheathed it.

It was as if I had only done a trivial little thing.

He only blamed himself for not killing the woman sooner.

She also found an opportunity to help Ah Bai regain his memory and leave his side.

Before leaving, Yue Wuhen glanced at the lifeless woman on the ground.

They confirmed that she had stopped breathing and her pulse had stopped, and there was absolutely no chance of her survival.

He turned around and his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

-

Lin Qingdeng clutched her neck tightly, but couldn't stop the warm blood from gushing out from the seam.

It hurts, it hurts.

I really want to go home.

Mom and Dad, it hurts so much...

She was curled up on the ground, her vision blurred by blood or tears.

The light and shadow before my eyes became distorted.

Why?

Why send her to this strange world to do tasks that are impossible to complete?

Consciousness sank completely into darkness.

Lin Qingdeng is dead.

[Ding, Target Two: Martial Arts Alliance Leader Yun Zhaoting, Mission Complete!]

alive again.

The woman's wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It scabs over, fades, and eventually becomes smooth as before.

Lin Qingdeng regained consciousness, suddenly opened her eyes, still somewhat dazed.

She raised her hand blankly and touched her neck. The pain seemed to still be there, but she could no longer feel the wound.

"What did you say?"

[Congratulations, mission for target two is complete!]

"Yun Zhaoting? How could that be!"

Lin Qingdeng hadn't fully recovered from the shock of death when she was hit by this sudden news and was completely disoriented.

She pushed herself up and sat up, muttering to herself:

"Yun Zhaoting is an upright man; he would never set foot in a brothel."

"Besides me, there are no other women close to me."

"How could that be..."

Amidst the surprise, an indescribable sense of dread crept into her heart.

Lin Qingdeng always felt that something she didn't want to see was quietly happening somewhere she didn't know.

After parting ways with Wen Yubai, Lin Qingdeng immediately went home and gathered people.

However, by the time they arrived at Luoyan Mountain, the battle was already over.

She didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

Fortunately, Ye Fuguang was rescued.

Curious about who had saved her, she headed to the Yun family, only to be killed by Yue Wuhen halfway there.

Fortunately, the mission was completed inexplicably, and she came back to life.

Lin Qingdeng hurriedly dealt with the crime scene and continued on his way to the Yun family.

Yun Zhaoting received her, his expression unchanged, but a faint trace of lingering intimacy was visible beneath his collar.

Lin Qingdeng's heart skipped a beat, but he pretended to joke:

"Alliance Leader Yun, judging from your expression, is good news on the horizon?"

"I wonder which lucky girl is to have caught your eye?"

Yun Zhaoting lowered his eyes, avoiding their gaze, and did not answer.

She then changed the subject, feigning curiosity:

"By the way, I heard that the person who rescued the Demonic Cult Leader that day is now imprisoned in your manor? Who is it, with such abilities?"

Yun Zhaoting put down his teacup, his voice slightly low.

"Qingdeng, I have other matters to attend to and cannot engage in casual conversation. If you have nothing else to attend to, please leave."

Seeing his attitude today, Lin Qingdeng didn't want to waste her time and decided to give up for the time being.

But she wouldn't give up.

In the following days, Lin Qingdeng tried to subtly inquire about the matter several times, but Yun Zhaoting either changed the subject or simply refused to see her.

There's definitely something wrong.

The more he avoided the question, the more intense Lin Qingdeng's doubts and curiosity became.

She was certain that it was either the girl or the person who saved Ye Fuguang.

They must all be people she knows.