Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

"Once you accept my things, you're mine." The voice in my ear sounded somewhat ethereal.

Looking around, Pan Yang realized he was in a public restroom. The lights were on because it was night, but they were flickering.

Bloody handprints appeared out of nowhere around the walls, and the still-dried blood flowed down the walls, making it particularly eerie.

Moreover, I felt a cold wind blowing from behind, and the original owner was wearing short sleeves, so it should have been summer. It was incredibly strange.

"Xie Panyang, I'll come to pick you up for our wedding on the fifteenth of July." That eerie voice appeared in his friend's ear again.

"Catch my ball." Pan Yang looked around at the scene, but couldn't find the thing at all.

"Ha, what a short temper."

Upon hearing this voice, Pan Yang instantly drew a white sword and thrust it behind him.

"You can't hurt me with that." The voice behind him became even clearer.

Pan Yang withdrew his sword and turned to look at the man, who was dressed in a red men's wedding robe. His face was rather handsome, except that he was a little pale, but his whole body was shrouded in black aura.

It seems like he's floating without feet, a ghost shouting, he knows this guy well.

Pan Yang raised his white sword again, a hint of disdain on his ghostly face: "Baby, I told you you can't hurt me..."

However, before he could finish speaking, the white sword cleaved his upper body in two, and at that moment he felt pain again.

Who's your baby when it comes to palletizing?! Stop being disgusting.

The male ghost looked at Fan Yang warily, the cracks on his body quickly healing together: "What is this thing you're holding?"

"You thing that'll kill you!" Pan Yang said, then started hacking at the ghost indiscriminately.

However, everything quickly returned to normal; the lights stopped flickering, and the bloody handprints on the wall disappeared.

"Cut off the coward!" Pan Yang waved the sword in his hand and threw it back into his spatial storage.

001: "Teleporting to the storyline."

The original owner's name was Xie Panyang. He was an orphan who worked hard to support himself and eventually got into his dream university. Everything was normal until one winter vacation when he went hiking with one or two friends.

Who knew that she would get lost in the middle of the night? The original owner found a jade bead bracelet hanging on a tree branch. Thinking that someone had lost it, she picked it up and prepared to take it to the lost and found.

Who knew this bracelet would be so strange? No matter where it was placed, it would always come back to you. Then the original owner started seeing strange things and was frightened several times.

Upon examination, it was discovered that the bracelet was a ghostly offering for a ghostly marriage. Taking the bracelet was equivalent to being offered a similar marriage, and the ghost's name was Wei Wen.

For the next few months, the original owner was constantly harassed by Wei Wen. She tried many methods but couldn't get rid of him. In the end, she couldn't take it anymore and committed suicide.

The sad thing is that Wei Wen was still alive after the suicide, and the victim was still imprisoned by Wei Wen. It was truly a situation where one could neither live nor die.

The task is simple: get rid of Wei Wen.

It's only around June now, and there's still a month and a half until July 15th.

Pan Yang quickly washed his hands and went back to the original owner's dormitory to sleep.

The original owner almost always lived in the dormitory, since he simply didn't have the money to rent a place outside.

The dormitory is a six-person room, but the roommates are all very friendly.

The next morning, Pan Yang was woken up by the alarm clock. Somewhat annoyed, he got out of bed and fell silent as he looked at his roommate who was still sleeping like a log.

I checked my phone and it was 8 a.m.

Um... eight o'clock, eight o'clock!

The original owner seems to have class, right? Calm and composed, Pan Yang got out of bed and tapped the table: "It's eight o'clock, get up."

After saying that, she took the original owner's textbooks to the classroom and sneaked in from the back. Fortunately, it seemed that no one had signed in.

Looking around at her classmates, Pan Yang realized that most were either sleeping or secretly playing on their phones; it seemed that very few were actually studying seriously.

He was just slacking off, of course. The original owner needed scholarships to study hard, but he didn't. He could just take out a few treasures from his space and sell them, which would be enough to make a living.

However, Pan Yang felt a chill run down his spine. Logically speaking, Wei Wen shouldn't be coming to find him today since he beat him up yesterday.

Then, Pan Yang saw a ghostly face appear in front of him. It was a female ghost with long flowing hair. She looked pretty, but her brains were popping out.

Half of her head looked almost completely shattered, and blood was flowing down her forehead.

The female ghost looked at Pan Yang and said, "Classmate, do you know where the teacher left off?"

"Who knows?" Pan Yang blurted out without even thinking.

Upon hearing this, the female ghost revealed a chilling smile, and even dropped one of her eyeballs into Pan Yang's hand: "I didn't understand at all, can you explain it to me?"

"When did you die?" Pan Yang looked at the female ghost, whose attire looked dated, like she was from over thirty years ago.

"Year xx97." The female ghost clearly didn't expect Pan Yang to be so calm, and actually answered Pan Yang's question directly.

"You're hopeless! You've repeated over twenty years, and after listening to lectures for over twenty years, you still didn't understand anything." Pan Yang looked at the female ghost as if she were an idiot.

The female ghost was clearly stunned. She slammed her hand on the table, leaving a black mark. She pressed the eyeball that had fallen onto the table back down: "No one has ever dared to say I'm incapable!"

As she spoke, the female ghost ran to the other side of Pan Yang's study and pointed to Pan Yang's textbook: "This question! It's so simple, just apply a formula, look here."

"And this question, read the question carefully, the answer is practically written right in front of you."

"..." Pan Yang now deeply regrets his loose tongue.

Fortunately, the bell rang, and the original owner only had this one class in the morning. Huan Yang tidied up the table and prepared to go to the cafeteria.

Who knew that the female ghost would follow Pan Yang and float beside him all the way.

"Junior, did you understand that question just now? If you didn't understand, I can explain it again."

"Why aren't you saying anything? Let me tell you, I'm a top student, there's no problem I can't solve!"

Pan Yang, carrying his food, casually found a place to sit down and looked at the still-chattering female ghost, asking, "Why can you come out during the day?"

The female ghost shook her head: "I don't know either. At first, it was impossible, but as time went on, it was fine to occasionally appear during the day, as long as you don't stand in the sunlight."

"By the way, junior, did you understand that question just now? If not, I can explain it again."

"..." Fan Yang ignored her and continued eating.

The female ghost wasn't angry that Fan Yang ignored her; she lay on the table and continued talking.

"Junior, what's your name? My name is Jiang Yan. You're the only person in the past twenty years who isn't afraid of me when they see me. You're quite bold."

Pan Yang took a deep breath. Why were all the ghosts he encountered such chatterboxes?

"Junior, why aren't you saying anything?"

"..." Pan Yang glanced at Jiang Yan and said, "I was born not fond of talking."

"Autism?" Jiang Yan looked at Pan Yang and thought for a long time before saying, "Oh, I see. It's okay, don't feel inferior. From now on, I'll chat with you."

"..." What the hell is this autism?