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

As soon as Xie Qingyan and Lao Gui left, Squirrel Ghost immediately jumped down.

It hopped around Ji Chaoxi curiously, holding a pine cone in its hand.

Just as it was about to approach her, it was bounced away, and the pine cone in its hand fell into the barrier.

The squirrel ghost kept circling around Ji Chaoxi, trying to take out its pine cones.

Just then, a hand suddenly threw the pine cone inside in front of it.

The squirrel ghost paused for a moment, then looked up and saw Xie Qingyan, who had a cold expression and was covered in blood.

It was so frightened that its tail twitched, and it didn't even dare to pick up the pine nuts on the ground. It immediately and hurriedly climbed up the tree.

Xie Qingyan sat down next to Ji Chaoxi, quietly wiped her hands clean with a handkerchief, and then fed Ji Chaoxi the pill.

Ji Chaoxi opened her eyes groggily, and without caring what he was feeding her, she swallowed it directly from his hand, completely unguarded, as if she trusted him completely.

The cool tip of her tongue brushed against Xie Qingyan's calloused fingertips. Xie Qingyan paused for a moment and withdrew her hand.

He didn't know where Ji Chaoxi's trust in him came from; ghosts fear Taoist priests, that's an age-old truth.

But only she clung to him from the moment she saw him, not even bothering to run away, as if convinced that he would never hurt her.

Even after realizing he could see her, she didn't run away. Instead, she went straight into his house and told him she wanted him to kill her.

But she clearly didn't really want to die. When other ghosts bullied her, she ran faster than a rabbit and was often frightened by them.

Xie Qingyan lowered her eyes. She was so timid. Why did she want him to kill her in the first place?

The next day, when Ji Chaoxi got up, she saw Xie Qingyan meditating next to her.

The firewood had burned out, leaving only a pile of black ash on the ground.

The old lady from last night is gone.

Ji Chaoxi looked down and saw the wound on Xie Qingyan's hand. The wound kept healing and reopening, emanating a strong ghostly aura.

Ji Chaoxi panicked and immediately reached for Xie Qingyan's hand. The skin on his hand was ice cold. He was a pure yang body, so it shouldn't be this cold.

"Thank you, Master Xie!"

Ji Chaoxi carefully placed her cold fingertips on his wound. Xie Qingyan felt a gentle, feminine force seeping into his wound, and the pain was gradually sealed away.

Ji Chaoxi doesn't know what to do now; she can only save ghosts, not people.

Xie Qingyan's wound stopped worsening and was covered with a light bluish-gray layer, which was Ji Chaoxi's original yin energy.

Ji Chaoxi didn't know how long she would have to give Xie Qingyan this, so she just obediently let him inhale it.

The fog in the forest gradually thickened, and Xie Qingyan's body grew hotter and hotter, his breath coming out incessantly hot. He instinctively grabbed at the coolness beside him, frantically seeking it out like a drowning man.

"Miss Ji..."

Xie Qingyan looked at Ji Chaoxi with concern, letting him rub against her hand, seemingly unaware of how dangerous he was.

Xie Qingyan bit his tongue hard, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He suppressed his inner desires and forced himself to stay away from Ji Chaoxi.

"Master Xie, why are you spitting blood?" Ji Chaoxi looked at Xie Qingyan with teary eyes.

Is Xie Qingyan about to die?

Xie Qingyan wanted to stay away from her, but her body unconsciously longed to be close to her.

The squirrel ghost, who witnessed the whole thing, couldn't stand it anymore and threw a pine nut at Ji Chaoxi's head.

"If you hold him down, he won't be able to move."

Ji Chaoxi suddenly remembered that Xie Qingyan had a rope in his bundle that was specifically for dealing with ghosts. She quickly tied Xie Qingyan up and then began to breathe air into him.

Later, Xie Qingyan said she was cold, so Ji Chaoxi went to find some firewood, but the fire she lit was cold, and a cold wind kept blowing on Xie Qingyan, making her face even paler.

The squirrel ghost jumped down, blew a breath, and the fire instantly became hot. The squirrel ghost also threw in a few pine nuts.

"Thank you." Ji Chaoxi looked at the squirrel ghost with surprise.

The squirrel ghost remained silent and continued to observe them from behind the tree.

The morning light filtered through the leaves and fell on Xie Qingyan's eyelashes, and he finally slowly opened his eyes.

He was about to get up when he touched something cool. He looked down and his breath caught in his throat.

Ji Chaoxi was nestled in his arms, her Taoist robe crumpled from her grip. She was sleeping soundly with a rosy complexion and even breathing, her long hair cascading into his arms.

The wound on his hand had gradually healed, but a faint blue mark remained, standing out somewhat from its surroundings.

Ghostly energy has a certain corrosive effect, but Ji Chaoxi and Xie Qingyan share the same vital energy, so her ghostly energy actually becomes a kind of medicine for Xie Qingyan.

Xie Qingyan calmly looked at Ji Chaoxi in his arms, his hand unconsciously stroking her fingertips. The sleeping Ji Chaoxi flinched, but instead moved even closer to him.

Just like that, you trust him...?

Ji Chaoxi was awakened by the aroma of roasted chicken. She sat up groggily and looked at Xie Qingyan, who was roasting chicken across from her.

"Miss Ji."

Xie Qingyan handed the chicken to Ji Chaoxi, and after Ji Chaoxi finished taking a breath, he calmly ate the rest.

Neither of them mentioned what happened last night.

Just as Xie Qingyan was carrying Ji Chaoxi down the mountain, he suddenly spoke up: "Miss Ji, if something like last night happens again, you may leave immediately."

"But I don't want to leave you."

Upon hearing this, Xie Qingyan stopped in her tracks, unsure how to continue the conversation she had prepared.

Ji Chaoxi's cheek pressed against his neck, and he remained silent for a moment before saying, "I understand, Miss Ji."

"Master Xie, what have you understood?"

Ji Chaoxi was somewhat puzzled; she still didn't understand.

But Xie Qingyan didn't say anything more.

After walking for a long time, they finally arrived in the city.

There was a pure Yang formation set up at the city gate, which made Ji Chaoxi somewhat wary, and Xie Qingyan gripped her hand tightly.

"Don't be afraid."

The soldiers at the gate were checking everyone one by one, their expressions very serious, and the people's expressions were also somewhat solemn.

A vengeful ghost, imbued with the resentment of hundreds of stillborn infants, appeared in the city. Overnight, it drained the spiritual energy of all the newborns in the city, causing all the infants to fall into a deep, unconscious sleep.

The government and Taoist temples kept searching for the whereabouts of the vengeful ghost, but the progress was very slow, and the number of affected infants was increasing.

This was Ji Chaoxi's first time in the capital, and everything she saw was new and exciting.

Just then, a parrot ghost cried out from the tree, "Village ghost! Village ghost! Village ghost!"

Ji Chaoxi looked around before realizing that the parrot was talking about her.

"Why are there city ghosts and village ghosts?" she asked, puzzled.

The parrot ghost arrogantly raised its chin: "Ghosts from the capital are different from those in the village. I'm a ghost from the capital!"

Ji Chaoxi looked at the smug parrot ghost and was about to scare it when it was taken away by a Taoist priest on the street.

Before being locked in the gourd, it cried out in despair, "No way, they even catch parrot ghosts?!"