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

Her previous injuries hadn't healed yet, and Wang Shenpo's face was unusually pale.

She was burying a black box covered in blood-stained talismans into the roots of a tree when Granny Wang, with her keen senses, noticed her gaze and spotted Xie Qingyan standing in the shadows not far away, his eyes carrying a hint of incongruous malevolence.

"Burying bones to attract negative energy, Granny Wang, do you know that this will incur divine punishment?" Xie Qingyan's voice was frighteningly cold.

Zhao Dahu and Ji Chaoxi hid behind a tree, watching this scene with serious expressions.

Xie Qingyan flicked his fingertip, and the black box buried deep in the ground shattered, revealing a dense array of birth dates and times.

The old sorceress screamed in agony, frantically shaking her bell: "Kill this little beast!"

A foul gust of wind suddenly swept through the air, and a vengeful ghost, exuding a stench, burst forth from the ground.

Zhao, the wealthy man hiding behind, couldn't stop his teeth chattering: "That old witch Wang is really scary."

"Yeah." A faint voice suddenly came from beside me.

Zhao the wealthy man turned his head: "You always refused to come..."

His voice froze instantly. There was no one beside him; all he could see was the rocky hill beyond the mountain.

A chilling wind kept creeping up his neck, and Zhao Dahu's eyes rolled back as he fainted.

Ji Chaoxi was also startled by Zhao the landlord.

On the other side, Granny Wang's bell had fallen to the ground, and the white light pierced her throat. She couldn't make a sound and collapsed into a pool of blood, dying with her eyes wide open.

As soon as Granny Wang died, the vengeful ghost's hideous face twisted for a moment, and then another face appeared, with a pale yet vivid smile.

A familiar, subtle fragrance filled the air, and the ghost's voice gradually weakened, unconsciously murmuring, "Thank you, Taoist Master..."

Xie Qingyan's eyes instantly turned extremely cold. He raised his sword and thrust it directly at the vengeful ghost.

Ji Chaoxi's face instantly twisted as the ghost appeared, and the faint fragrance was torn apart.

"ah--"

His voice was extremely shrill.

Hiding behind the tree, Ji Chaoxi was startled. No wonder Sister Qin said she sang well; compared to these ghosts, her voice was heavenly.

The shrieks of the vengeful ghost pierced into Ji Chaoxi's soul. The mournful cries of its kind made her tremble instinctively from the pain.

A pair of hands steadily supported her.

"Miss Ji."

Seeing the horrific state of the vengeful ghost, Ji Chaoxi suddenly felt the urge to perform a ritual to help it pass on to the afterlife. She didn't want her soul to be scattered; it would be too painful.

She stammered to Xie Qingyan, "Master Xie, I don't want my soul to be scattered. Can I come to you again when I want to perform a ritual to help my soul pass on?"

Xie Qingyan paused for a moment, then nodded.

"It's all as Miss Ji said."

The two men's gazes shifted to Zhao, the wealthy man, who was lying on the ground snoring.

Ji Chaoxi explained guiltily, "I said something that scared him."

Who knew that he would faint from fright and start snoring. Zhao the landlord lay sprawled on the ground, his hands on his round belly, his mouth slightly open, occasionally muttering words that no one could understand.

Xie Qingyan went to call a few servants, and together they carried Zhao the landlord back to his room.

"Heave-ho—three, two, one—heave-ho!"

"Are you even trying? Why is it so heavy on my side?"

"Isn't that obvious? If we hadn't used our strength, the patriarch would have fallen long ago."

The sound of Zhao the landlord snoring could be heard from the east side of the courtyard to the west side.

The servant's commotion finally stopped after a while.

After returning to the courtyard, Ji Chaoxi began to call out to the system, still using her mournful voice.

Before long, the cries of the female ghost gradually echoed from other villages, and a flock of birds in the trees were suddenly startled awake.

The cicada ghost, still half-asleep, crawled out of the leaf and cursed, "What kind of madness are those female ghosts going to have now? They sing endlessly all day long!"

The mantis ghost next to it also woke up, and it swallowed hard as it looked at the cicada ghost.

The cicada ghost was furious and kicked it down, yelling, "Get lost!"

That damned praying mantis is bothering it every day.

Ji Chaoxi called out for a long time, but couldn't summon the system.

Xie Qingyan ignored the crying outside and calmly drew the talisman.

Ji Chaoxi drifted in quietly and sighed.

Xie Qingyan glanced at her: "Miss, is there anything I can help you with?"

Ji Chaoxi looked at him somewhat guiltily: "Master Xie, you know that besides you, no one else burns paper money for me. My ghostly energy is also sometimes strong and sometimes weak, so I can't compete with those lonely ghosts at all."

"Once you leave, I'll be bullied by those ghosts again. Not everyone is as kind as Master Xie."

Xie Qingyan paused for a moment, holding the calligraphy brush.

"I was an orphan when I was alive. No one was kind to me. When I died, I had only one wish: to not be bullied and to be able to eat my fill regularly."

Ji Chaoxi sat in the corner, blending into the darkness. She lowered her head and said in a pitiful voice, "I wonder if there is any kind person who can help me fulfill this wish."

"I was bullied when I was human, and now that I'm a ghost, I'm still bullied..."

Ji Chaoxi sniffed, her voice slightly choked.

Xie Qingyan understood. He looked at Ji Chaoxi hesitantly and said, "Miss Ji, if you really have nowhere to go, you can follow me for the time being."

"If Miss Ji wishes to have her soul released from suffering, she can speak to me at any time."

"That would be perfect!"

Ji Chaoxi, who was just sitting on the ground crying, got up the next second.

"Master Xie, you are such a kind person."

"It is what I should do."

The next morning, Xie Qingyan packed her bags and went to see Zhao the wealthy man.

As soon as Zhao the landlord saw him carrying his bundle, he started to cry: "Master Xie, please rest for a few days before you leave."

Xie Qingyan bowed to Master Zhao: "I have troubled Master Zhao these past few days, and it is time for this humble Taoist to depart today."

Zhao the landlord didn't say anything more about asking him to stay. He sighed and waved his hand.

Several servants immediately brought over several boxes, which were filled to the brim with gold.

Xie Qingyan declined: "Thank you for your kindness, Patriarch Zhao, but I really cannot accept this money."

"If the Zhao family head insists, then the Zhao family head can donate to the disaster-stricken people."

Patriarch Zhao nodded with tears in his eyes. This Taoist priest Xie is truly a good person.

When they reached the village entrance, the head of the Zhao family suddenly cried: "Master Xie, there is actually something else I want to tell you."

"I encountered a ghost last night, and just now a ghost kept blowing on my hair. What should I do, Master Xie...?"

He dared not delay Master Xie's schedule, but this ghost kept sticking to him.

Xie Qingyan was silent for a while: "Patriarch Zhao, there is no need to worry. Everything will return to normal after I leave."

Upon hearing Xie Qingyan's assurance, Zhao the wealthy man quickly wiped away his tears: "Yes, Master Xie."

Master Xie should leave quickly; he's timid and can't handle being frightened.

He watched Xie Qingyan's retreating figure and scratched his head in confusion.

Is the wind that strong? Why are Master Xie's clothes fluttering?

Xie Qingyan was walking up the mountain when a ghostly aura suddenly enveloped him. Ji Chaoxi was surrounded by a faint mist, and her soul gradually became translucent.

Xie Qingyan was not surprised when a soft weight suddenly covered his back; he calmly supported the person behind him.

He had already foreseen this day when she was drawing his life force from him.

Her cheek pressed against the skin of his neck, cold as jade, her breath seeping into his skin in delicate strands.

Ji Chaoxi felt a little unfamiliar with this sensation. She leaned against his back and whispered, "Master Xie, am I very heavy now?"

"Not heavy."

Her figure was somewhat ethereal, yet it gained some substance after absorbing his vital energy.

The Dao energy that should have been attached to Xie Qingyan was now wrapped around Ji Chaoxi's cold skin, intertwined with the ghost energy remaining on her body.

Ji Chaoxi's eyes held a hint of Taoist compassion, while Xie Qingyan, who was originally pure and serene, now exuded an extremely sinister ghostly aura in his lowered eyes.