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

With a serious expression, Zhi Xuan led a group of soldiers and Taoist priests to search for ghostly energy on the street.

Just as he was intently staring at the dark gold compass in his hand, a rotten egg suddenly smashed into his head.

"You're just a bunch of stinking Taoist priests, randomly catching ghosts!"

"Exactly! They've been trying to catch him for so long and still haven't succeeded!"

"They just didn't take it seriously enough!"

The people nearby shouted loudly.

It's one thing to fail to catch them, but to catch fake ghosts to fill the gaps is simply intolerable!

Zhi Xuan's face darkened, and he cursed, "It wasn't me who caught it! The one who caught the wrong ghost is right behind me, okay?"

Eggs dripped down his head, and Zhixuan was so angry that his hands were trembling.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

The people started throwing eggs at the government officials.

"I told you to catch fake ghosts, but my child is still not awake!"

"If you can't catch him, then don't bother. Get out of the capital right now."

The government officials were already feeling guilty, and when the people pelted them with eggs, they didn't dare to say a word in defense. Before long, the officials were covered in egg yolk and vegetables, and they were completely unrecognizable.

Ji Chaoxi looked at Zhixuan with sympathy and handed him a handkerchief.

Zhixuan burst into tears the moment he saw the handkerchief.

Sometimes, what hurts the most isn't being misunderstood, but having someone understand you at that moment!

Zhi Xuan was deeply moved: "Miss Ji, you are such a kind person."

He was about to say a few more words of thanks when Xie Qingyan, who was standing next to him, was calmly watching him.

Zhi Xuan remained silent for a while, then turned around and silently wiped the egg wash off his head.

The Taoist priests and soldiers who were investigating the ghostly aura split into several groups and searched various temples.

Ji Chaoxi was unconsciously drawn to the sewing shop not far away, where a blind old woman was sitting quietly in a corner, with several servants beside her.

The shop wasn't big, and pregnant women would occasionally go in.

Even though the old woman couldn't see her, Ji Chaoxi always felt that she was watching her, and she felt a vague unease in her heart.

"Miss Ji, what's wrong?" Xie Qingyan looked at the sewing shop.

Ji Chaoxi shook her head.

Xie Qingyan looked down at her and frowned.

I've gained nothing all day. The Dark Gold Compass is clearly moving, but I can't sense the presence of that vengeful ghost at all.

"His Majesty shouldn't have made us hang out with those government officials."

"Every time we went ghost hunting before, the group of people would either go to a restaurant to drink or rest, and they could hardly walk a few steps all day."

"I really want to go back to the Taoist temple. Do you all want to go back to the Taoist temple too?"

Zhi Xuan kept chattering on and on the road, but no Taoist paid him any attention, because Zhi Xuan just kept talking too much.

If anyone strikes up a conversation with him, he'll keep talking to them. Even if they go to the restroom, he'll keep talking outside, and he'll try to get the person in the restroom to respond to him.

Zhi Xuan seemed to have long been used to the situation where no one paid attention to him.

A curious voice suddenly appeared.

"Is the Taoist temple fun?"

Zhi Xuan's eyes lit up: "This is fun! This is fun! Miss Ji, let me tell you..."

He looked at the calm-looking person next to him, his voice growing softer and softer, and then he turned away without a word.

Ji Chaoxi glanced at Zhi Xuan, then at Xie Qingyan.

Ji Chaoxi asked cautiously, "Master Xie, if other people talk a lot, do you find it annoying?"

She understood Zhixuan very well because she was also very talkative.

She not only pestered Xie Qingyan to absorb her vital energy every day, but she also had to tell him about even trivial things like encountering a cat that wasn't afraid of her.

Xie Qingyan probably finds her annoying too, but he's just too embarrassed to say it.

A hint of doubt flashed in Xie Qingyan's eyes: "Junior brother, why aren't you saying anything? I was just thinking about the vengeful ghost."

Zhixuan:......

Zhi Xuan said with a forced smile, "Senior brother, my throat hurts, I don't want to talk."

Ji Chaoxi went to bed early that night, and she was not very energetic once she got into the house.

Before she fell asleep, her mind was filled with the image of that old woman.

She lay in bed, feeling ice-cold all over, so cold that her bones ached. In her drowsy state, she wondered, "I'm a ghost, so why am I afraid of the cold?"

Ji Chaoxi involuntarily curled up, her hands tightly clenching the clothes at her chest. The steady yin energy began to become disordered, and she felt something tearing at her soul.

Immediately afterwards, the scene before my eyes began to distort and elongate.

She saw Xie Qingyan killing the vengeful ghost in Qingxi Village. The ghost was nailed to the bluestone bricks, its soul twisted into a strange shape from the pain, and it kept emitting piercing howls.

Xie Qingyan looked down at the vengeful ghost. His Taoist robe was spotless and fluttered gently in the wind. His eyes held a calmness that was almost deathly still.

Suddenly, she realized her throat was throbbing with pain, and as she looked pale, she met Xie Qingyan's gaze and discovered that the vengeful ghost who had just been nailed to the bluestone slab had become her...

Moonlight spilled onto the ground, and the bamboo leaves in the courtyard rustled in the wind. Several little devils darted around in the courtyard.

Xie Qingyan was meditating in the courtyard with his eyes closed when he suddenly noticed that the temperature inside the house was a bit off.

Xie Qingyan's heart tightened.

"Miss Ji?"

Xie Qingyan lifted the bed curtains, and when he saw Ji Chaoxi lying on the bed with a pale face, his expression suddenly darkened.

She bit her lower lip hard, her whole body trembling slightly with fear, and dared not make a sound.

Xie Qingyan went straight into Ji Chaoxi's nightmare.

Ji Chaoxi, trapped in a nightmare, was crying and hiding in a corner when Xie Qingyan froze completely when he saw the presence that terrified her.

Xie Qingyan stood not far from Ji Chaoxi, holding a talisman in his hand that could make ghosts fly away.

Without any hesitation, Xie Qingyan turned the phantom into dust with a blank expression, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes.

Xie Qingyan had never felt such intense killing intent towards that vengeful ghost before.

He cautiously walked up to Ji Chaoxi, and as soon as Ji Chaoxi saw him, she cried and hid behind him.

Xie Qingyan's heart tightened, and he lowered his voice: "Miss Ji, what happened just now was fake, I won't hurt you."

Ji Chaoxi didn't believe him at all; her eyes were filled with fear, and there were still tears in the corners of her eyes.

Xie Qingyan's breath hitched, and she felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart.

"Miss Ji, didn't you say before that I was the best person for you? How could I possibly hurt you?" he said softly.

Xie Qingyan slowly approached her: "Miss Ji, have you forgotten? You said I was a good person."

Ji Chaoxi was held in his arms, tears streaming down her face. She was afraid of him, but her hands couldn't help but grab his Taoist robe.

"But I'm afraid of you..."

Xie Qingyan gently wiped away her tears, her voice slightly coaxing: "Miss Ji, are you really afraid of me? But the dress you're wearing was put on for you this morning, don't you remember?"

Ji Chaoxi leaned against him, looking somewhat bewildered.