Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

Zhao Da Hu's smile froze when he heard Xie Qingyan's words.

What is Master Xie saying? Where did this girl come from?

He secretly glanced at Xie Qingyan. This Taoist priest Xie looked upright and honest, and didn't seem to be possessed by a ghost.

Just then, he suddenly felt a cold wind blow across his neck, and goosebumps immediately rose on his skin.

Then he watched as Xie Qingyan gave him a slight tug, as if she had grabbed something.

"Thank you... thank you, Taoist priest!" Zhao's eyes immediately filled with tears, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Xie Qingyan met his gaze and nodded: "Don't be afraid, Patriarch Zhao."

Zhao, the wealthy man, gripped the hand of the servant beside him tightly and led Xie Qingyan to the Linqin Garden.

In the afternoon, Ji Chaoxi did not stay at the Zhao family's house; she went to find a very important person.

Amid her wails, the person she was waiting for finally appeared.

"Sister Qin, Sister Qin, I have something very important that I need your help with."

Upon seeing the woman in front of her—no, the female ghost—Ji Chaoxi immediately pounced on her.

Sister Qin was the ghost who taught her to sing last time, but her grave was in the next village, and Ji Chaoxi always had some trouble finding her.

Sister Qin glanced at her: "Speak, what's the matter?"

"Sister Qin, I want to enter other people's dreams, can you teach me?" Ji Chaoxi quickly asked.

She wanted to confuse Xie Qingyan in her dreams so that he would kill her.

Sister Qin was shocked when she heard this. She kept looking at Ji Chaoxi, thought about it seriously for a while, and finally looked at her with a complicated expression.

"Little sister Chaoxi, I didn't expect you to have grown up so much."

Ji Chaoxi nodded expectantly.

Sister Qin, sitting on the swing, asked her, "What is that man's identity? We're all female ghosts now, so we should choose someone powerful."

Ji Chaoxi sat down next to her, her hands on her knees, and honestly said, "Sister Qin, he is a Taoist priest."

Sister Qin was so frightened that she stood up abruptly, her voice trembling slightly: "A...a Taoist priest?"

She looked at Ji Chaoxi in disbelief: "Chaoxi, I never expected you to be so daring, despite your seemingly honest appearance?"

She thought Ji Chaoxi had taken a fancy to some young master, but she never expected that Ji Chaoxi would try to suppress the Taoist priest!

Ji Chaoxi was pleased by the praise, but was too embarrassed to show it: "There's nothing I can do about this."

Sister Qin looked at her with a complicated expression: "There's really no way to deal with matters of the heart."

She patted Ji Chaoxi's head: "Now that you're all grown up, Sister Qin will tell you how to enter a dream."

"But the prerequisite is that you can get close to him, and then press down on him when he is half asleep and half awake, and then penetrate his consciousness with yin energy, so that you can enter his dream."

Ji Chaoxi suddenly realized: "Thank you, Sister Qin, I understand."

Sister Qin always helps him, but he has nothing to repay her with. Suddenly, a good idea popped into Ji Chaoxi's head.

"Sister Qin, didn't you say you wanted to be reincarnated? I have a good idea now."

Sister Qin's eyes lit up: "What good idea is that?"

Ji Chaoxi held her hand excitedly and said, "I can have Master Xie come to you and have him perform a ritual to help you pass on to the afterlife. He's a very kind person and will definitely be able to help you find a good family."

Sister Qin was startled and quickly pushed Ji Chaoxi away, angrily pounding her head: "I think you've gone mad! You want to lure the wolves here? Don't let your Taoist priest come here!"

Ji Chaoxi nodded reluctantly, "I understand."

Sister Qin clutched her heart; she felt like she had no heart left, still furious with her.

Sister Qin now suspects that the stinky Taoist priest might have tricked Ji Chaoxi, but the girl is too naive, and the Taoist priest probably can't fool her out of anything.

Ji Chaoxi smiled at Sister Qin when she saw her looking at her.

Sister Qin: ……

Sister Qin sighed, "Chaoxi, why haven't we heard you sing lately?"

Her eyes held a hint of reproach: "You need to build a solid foundation. If you don't practice for a day, your hands and feet will become slow; if you don't practice for two days, you'll lose half of what you've learned; if you don't practice for three days, your sweat will be wasted; if you don't practice for four days, you'll meet your maker!"

The most important thing about this female ghost is her mournful crying, isn't it?

Throughout history, countless writers and poets have written about the mournful songs of female ghosts, but how many have written about the songs of male ghosts?

Seeing Ji Chaoxi lower her head in shame, Sister Qin continued, "Several sisters from the neighboring village sing at night, but Qingxi Town is the only one without any singing, it's completely empty. For the sake of Qingxi Town's reputation, you have to sing a few lines, don't you?"

Ji Chaoxi's eyes reddened: "But some people say my singing is scary."

Sister Qin burst out, "What's so scary about it? The female ghost's singing voice is the most beautiful instrument in the world!"

She looked at Ji Chaoxi encouragingly: "Come on, little sister."

Be generous and open-minded!

Ji Chaoxi stepped back a little and cleared her throat: "My lord... turn around and look at me... see what color my heart is..."

The shrill voice trailed off with a long, drawn-out tone, sounding even more ethereal and mournful in the mountains.

Sister Qin looked at her with a loving expression, and as she listened, tears of blood streamed down her face.

As Ji Chaoxi sang, the female ghosts from other villages began to harmonize with her. Their voices were not synchronized; some ghosts sang quickly, as if they were in a hurry to be reincarnated, while others sang in long, drawn-out dead voices, mournful and sharp as a broken string.

Suddenly, a cold wind began to blow through the mountains, carrying a heavy, ghostly aura.

The head of the Zhao family, who had just reached the halfway point of the mountain, was so frightened that he almost fainted.

He hugged the servant tightly, tears streaming down his face, saying, "Isn't it daytime now? These female ghosts are truly lawless!"

The servant cried even louder, burning paper money as he sobbed: "Dear sisters, elder sisters, grandmothers, please don't come looking for us... please don't come looking for us..."

It took quite a while for the female ghosts' chorus performance to end.

The moon hung on the bare branches at night, its white light appearing bluish.

By this time, most of the villagers were already asleep, including Xie Qingyan.

Ji Chaoxi cautiously drifted towards Xie Qingyan's courtyard. A cat was hiding in a corner, looking at her in fear, its fur standing on end.

Afraid of scaring the kitten, Ji Chaoxi quickly floated into Xie Qingyan's house.

Xie Qingyan lay on the bed, sleeping soundly. His hands were folded in front of his abdomen, and his legs were together. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would have looked like a white jade statue.

Ji Chaoxi carefully lay down on him, expecting to be bounced off, but she succeeded on her first try.

She moved close to his face and infused his consciousness with her yin energy. Before long, she fell asleep.

When Ji Chaoxi opened her eyes again, she found herself enveloped in warmth, a feeling she had never experienced since she became a ghost.

Xie Qingyan's consciousness was filled with a white expanse, like mutton fat jade, and the surroundings were so quiet that there was not a sound of wind, carrying a kind of tranquility that could soothe all anxiety.

Xie Qingyan floated in the center of this void, his eyes closed, his expression calm, his breathing so faint as to be almost still.