Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

Qi Ran was undoubtedly the most obedient.

When Qi Ran was in her original department, the partner system was very busy and didn't have much time to guide Qi Ran, who was a newcomer.

When Qi Ran played the male lead, there were many details I didn't understand, and the plot inexplicably went astray.

He tried to salvage the situation, but the more he tried, the more the plot went astray.

The villain who should have been his mortal enemy actually gave up on destroying the world.

Qi Ran realized he was doomed when the female lead, who was supposed to save the world with him, turned around and destroyed it.

He messed up the plot so badly that he's definitely not going to keep his salary and will have to pay the department maintenance fees.

Later, Qi Ran was expelled.

I'm currently working to pay off my debts.

A friend recommended that Qi Ran not do such difficult work, but start with the simplest cannon fodder role.

Indeed, this job is a good fit for Qi Ran.

He just needs to follow the script.

A few days later, heavy snow fell on Wushan.

The mountain stream was completely white, and very few animals came out.

Qi Ran passed by a cliff and, looking at the picturesque scenery in the distance, called the white tiger over.

The white tiger has been with him all these years. Qi Ran gave it some spiritual energy, which made the white tiger intelligent and able to understand human speech. It is still some years away from taking human form.

The white tiger lay quietly beside the mountain god, letting the mountain god rub its head.

"Sir, there have been several people mysteriously appearing at the foot of the mountain these past few days, lurking around suspiciously."

When Baihu was patrolling the mountain, he discovered those people. They were dressed neatly and had bows and arrows on their backs, so they didn't look like ordinary people.

Qi Ran naturally knew that this was someone arranged by Xu Su.

This is a plot point where Qi Ran will meet Liu Du.

When Liu Du finally meets him, he will understand that Xu Su is not a mountain god at all, but a fraudster who deceived him. The real mountain god still lives in the misty mountains.

It was precisely because Liu Du knew the truth that he chose to abandon his motive of deceiving Qi Ran into coming out of seclusion.

Unfortunately, seeing that he hadn't returned yet, Xu Su came by himself.

Qi Ran stared at the wind and snow below the mountain, then got up and went into the woods.

"Little White, go and tell the animals to hide deep in the mountains for the next few days."

"Yes, sir." The white tiger replied and disappeared into the white expanse.

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Heavy snow had been falling for several days, making the misty mountains even more dangerous and cold than usual.

The north wind howled like a madman, whipping up heavy snowflakes that blanketed the sky and turned the world into a vast, white, chaotic expanse.

Several people who shouldn't be in the mountains are struggling to walk through them.

The snowflakes hit their faces, stinging like needles.

Liu Du raised his hand to wipe away the frost that had formed on his eyebrows, and when he touched it with his fingertips, it was icy cold.

They had been walking in the wind and snow for almost three hours. Their thick cotton-padded coats were soaked with snow water, and the cold seeped into their bones through the fabric, making their whole bodies numb with cold.

The three archers following behind him fared even worse.

The younger one's lips were purple from the cold, but his face was as red as if it were about to bleed. A fine layer of white frost covered the tip of the bow on his back, and even the bowstring was frozen stiff, as if it would break at the slightest force.

They entered the Fog Mountain, which is shrouded in fog year-round.

This mountain has always been called Ghost Mountain in the capital area, and even hunters dare not enter it casually.

The snow was falling even harder now, and the snow was up to my calves. I had to push through the thick snow with every step, moving forward with uneven steps, which was much more strenuous than usual.

"Liu...Da...Liu-sama..."

The young archer's voice trembled, broken and intermittent by the sound of the wind.

His hand gripping the bow trembled uncontrollably, his knuckles turning white from clenching it.

"The snow is too heavy. If we go another half a mile, we probably won't find the road. If we really get stuck in these mountains, we..."

He didn't dare say the second half of the sentence, but anyone could see the fear in his eyes.

Another, older archer also joined in the persuasion.

"Sir, the snow in Fog Mountain is very strange. I heard that a heavy snowfall will close the mountain. Should we find a place to take shelter first? We can continue looking when the snow subsides."

Liu Du didn't turn around. He gripped the sword at his waist tightly, his fingers tracing the patterns on the scabbard, trying to calm himself down.

His eyes pierced through the thick white fog, seeing nothing but pure white, but his tone remained calm.

"Keep going. We must finish what the divine physician entrusted to us."

After saying that, he took a step forward, the snow reaching above his ankles and making a "crunch" sound.

Although his words were firm, he felt inexplicably uneasy, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

When Xu Su told him about this before, his tone was both earnest and anxious.

It is said that a fairy boy with dark green eyes lives hidden in the misty mountains.

That demon had cultivated for hundreds of years and had a very fierce personality. She often came down from the mountain to harass the nearby villages and carried a treasure that could gather energy and calm the mind.

If we can lure this young man out of the mountains and subdue him, we can not only help the people rid themselves of this scourge, but the treasure can also enrich the national treasury and cure His Majesty's strange illness.

Xu Su even took out several scrolls of paintings, which depicted blurry shadows of blue-faced, fanged creatures, saying that the villagers had seen and painted them with their own eyes.

Before setting off, Liu Du searched through all the old books in the village chief's house. All the records about Wushan said that it was a "sacred mountain".

Legend has it that a mountain god lives in the mountains, protecting the people living below and ensuring good weather and abundant harvests. There is no mention of any demons causing trouble.

His unease stemmed from the discrepancy between what was written in the old book and what Xu Su had said.

But he still came in the end.

On one hand, he trusted Xu Su and felt that as a mountain god, Xu Su had no reason to deceive him.

Although Xu Su changed a lot in the past year, he was not as harsh on him, but he still often got angry with him.

His purpose in coming to Wushan this time was more to prove that he had not betrayed Xu Su, hoping to dispel Xu Su's suspicions and to repay Xu Su for saving his life.

He never expected that the snowstorm in Wushan would be so terrifying, much worse than he had imagined before setting off.

When we reached the halfway point of the mountain, the wind suddenly picked up.

It seemed to have burst forth from the belly of a mountain, carrying the force to destroy everything.

The blizzard was like a knife, scraping and stinging the skin.

The group was immediately scattered by the wind.

Liu Du felt a strong force hit him from the side, causing him to stagger and feel dizzy.

He gripped the sword at his waist tightly, barely managing to keep his balance.

When the wind subsided a little, he turned around and saw that the archers were nowhere to be seen.

Even the deep footprints they had just made were quickly covered by the newly fallen snow, leaving only a flat expanse of white on the ground, as if no one had ever been there before.

be lost.

The moment this thought crossed Liu Du's mind, his heart sank, as if a stone had been placed on it.

He took a deep breath, the icy air filling his lungs and making him cough a few times.

He tried to find his way, but all around him was a vast expanse of white.

The fog and snow mingled together, forming an impenetrable wall, making it impossible to distinguish between the mountain path and the bottomless cliff.