Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

"Are you talking to yourself, classmate?" A female voice appeared in my friend's ear.

When Pan Yang looked up, he saw a girl dressed in Tang Dynasty clothing, with some copper coin bracelets on her wrist.

After seeing the girl, Jiang Yan immediately jumped up from the table and hid behind Pan Yang.

"I have autism," Pan Yang mumbled, then lowered his head and continued eating.

The girl naturally sat down opposite Pan Yang: "Classmate, I see that you are surrounded by black mist. Have you encountered anything strange these past few days?"

"Is meeting you a strange thing?" Pan Yang swallowed the rice in his mouth and looked at the person.

The person clearly hadn't expected this answer, and after a two-second silence, said, "I don't count."

"That's all." Pan Yang shrugged and tidied up the tableware.

"Hey classmate, don't blame me for not reminding you that being corrupted by evil spirits is a very serious matter." The female classmate immediately stood up and stopped Pan Yang.

"Oh." Pan Yang walked around him. He's been plagued by ghosts enough already, so he's not afraid at all.

001: "Host, a hidden mission has been detected. The clue is Fang Daoyuan, who is the female classmate from earlier."

Pan Yang suddenly stopped and looked at Fang Daoyuan: "I suddenly feel that what you said is very true!"

Fang Daoyuan was somewhat bewildered by Pan Yang's sudden change in attitude. Could it be that this person was mentally sound?

The two eventually found a secluded spot, and Pan Yang took out Wei Wen's bracelet from his pocket: "Can you handle this thing?"

“This…” Fang Daoyuan looked at the bracelet with a somewhat solemn expression: “That ghost’s cultivation is at least several hundred years, or even close to a thousand years.”

How long has he been bothering you?

After thinking for a moment, Pan Yang casually said, "Probably six or seven months. I won't be able to throw this bracelet away."

"So long?" Fang Daoyuan was somewhat shocked, finding it unbelievable that Pan Yang was so energetic.

"This matter is a bit tricky." Fang Daoyuan frowned as he looked at the bracelet, while Pan Yang looked completely unconcerned, as if he wasn't the one being haunted by evil spirits at all.

"Do you know when he'll contact you again?"

"It'll be around the Ghost Festival, he said he'd come to see me," Pan Yang said.

"Add me on WeChat, and come to my house this weekend," Fang Daoyuan said, taking out his phone.

Pan Yang shrugged and added the contact information: "Do you have a person named Zhou Yang in your family?"

"Zhou Yang?" Fang Daoyuan looked at him with some doubt, thought for a moment, and then shook his head, saying, "No, what is he to you?"

"Oh, he owes money and won't pay it back, so I'm asking you." Pan Yang continued to spout nonsense.

Fang Daoyuan didn't ask any more questions. After exchanging contact information, he gave Pan Yang a few talismans and then left.

Fan Yang held the talisman, but it was actually of little use to him.

However, Jiang Yan seemed too afraid to approach him, which was arguably the only use of this talisman.

The original owner had classes in the afternoon, so Huan Yang dutifully finished them and prepared to go out and make some money, as the original owner had far too little money.

Following the directions on her phone, Pan Yang quickly found a shop that recycles old items.

Push the door open and go in.

"Young man, what can I do for you?" There was only one middle-aged man in the shop.

"Selling some things." Pan Yang took off his backpack and rummaged through his spatial storage to retrieve some items: "How much would you charge for this if you buy it back?"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up when he saw it, but he still coughed a few times in a pretentious manner: "Put it on the table so I can take a good look at it."

The middle-aged man took out a small lamp and a magnifying glass, looking very professional: "This is quite old."

"However, you see there are some flaws here, what a pity, so how about 600,000? This is already the highest price. Going elsewhere, you might not even get 500,000."

Pan Yang looked at the middle-aged man, his gaze completely unwavering: "I don't believe it."

"Ahem." The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, then a smile spread across his face: "You're quite amusing, young man. Well then, seeing that you don't seem very old, I'll give you 650,000, no more than that."

The middle-aged man looked at Pan Yang, but Pan Yang seemed to have no reaction, so he was a little unsure what Pan Yang was thinking.

“Okay.” Pan Yang nodded and took out a bracelet from his pocket: “How much is this?”

That bracelet was Wei Wen's bracelet.

001 was somewhat bewildered: "Host, what are you doing? You can't get rid of it even if you sell it."

Pan Yang: Who said I wanted to get rid of this bracelet?

001: Hmm?

Pan Yang: If something costs a million, he'll offer 650,000; he's definitely trying to rip you off.

001: ? This thing can do that?!

"This!" The shop owner's eyes widened when he saw the bracelet: "Where did you get this?"

"It's a family heirloom, I heard it's worth a lot of money."

"This... well, it's definitely valuable." The shopkeeper turned to Pan Yang without looking at the bracelet: "May I take a look at the bracelet?"

Pan Yang placed the bracelet on the table, and the shop owner immediately picked it up and examined it carefully.

This is a good thing.

"This one is priced at 90!" The shop owner narrowed his eyes: "This one should ideally be made into a bracelet. Making it into small pieces like this loses a lot of its value."

"You're lying to me, right?" Pan Yang looked at the shop owner. "My family said this is worth at least a million."

"Alright, one million! These two items will cost a total of one million six hundred and fifty thousand, how about that?" the shop owner said through gritted teeth.

Pan Yang nodded: "No problem, transfer it to my card." He then took out the original owner's bank card from his bag.

After receiving the money, Fan Yang went out for a meal and, while he was in his pocket, found that the thing had indeed returned.

001 can already imagine the shop owner's breakdown.

Afterwards, Pan Yang wandered around outside for a while, and it was almost dark when he prepared to go back to school.

The sky was already somewhat overcast, and there were far fewer people on the roadside; in fact, only Huan Yang was walking along the entire road.

The dim streetlights flickered, and suddenly a weasel emerged from the nearby green belt.

The weasel seemed to possess a spirit, standing on its hind legs and staring straight at Fan Yang, slowly speaking: "Young master, do I look more like a human or a deity?"

"..." Pan Yang took a step back. Oh my god, 001 rat has become a spirit!

001: "That's Wong Tai Sin! What is that? A rat!"

It wasn't a mouse after all; it gave me quite a fright.

Pan Yang patted his chest dramatically and looked at the weasel, saying, "You look like that good-looking and rich butler who helps me with my homework, listens to my every word."

The weasel stared wide-eyed at Pan Yang and couldn't help but curse, "Are you fucking making a wish on me?"

"Huh? Is it so hard not to make a wish?" Pan Yang looked at the weasel, completely unaware that there was anything wrong with him.