Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Pan Yang watched as she finally pulled out a bank card and handed it to Xu Ge: "There's 100,000 in there, enough for you to live on for a while."

"No, I can't accept this." Xu Ge quickly waved her hand, "Thank you, but I can't take this money."

“I won’t take back what I’ve given away.” Pan Yang simply put the bank card on the ground: “I hope you can live a good life.”

"At the very least, for Jiang Yan's sake, you wouldn't want your only daughter to become a ghost and worry about you all the time, would you?"

After finishing, Wan Yang left. To be honest, he didn't need to devote himself to helping them.

When Pan Yang left and reached the foot of the mountain, it was already almost dark. Just as he was wondering what to do, he saw a small hotel.

However, the hotel looked very dilapidated, and even the door had several holes. Pan Yang pushed the door open and went in.

All that could be seen on the entire first floor of the hotel was a single, dim light.

"Is anyone here?" Pan Yang asked.

Then they saw a man upstairs carrying a kerosene lamp. The man looked somewhat dazed as he slowly walked to the counter and said, "Eighty a night's accommodation, no discounts."

Pan Yang simply took out a hundred yuan and put it on the counter: "Keep the change."

The man slowly took out a key with a house number on it and handed it to Pan Yang: "Don't wander around tonight, stay in your room."

001 found this scene truly bizarre: "Host, there seems to be something wrong with this hotel."

Pan Yang: Oh my, you actually noticed!

001: "Host, what do you mean by this!"

Pan Yang ignored 001 and took the key upstairs to room 201.

Pushing open the door, a cloud of dust filled the air; the curtains in the open window fluttered in the wind.

This scene really fits the horror movie description. Pan Yang didn't care. After closing the window, he simply drew the curtains, dusted himself off, and lay down on the bed.

However, this ghost doesn't seem to care.

Late at night, Pan Yang felt something sink down beside him as a pair of hands rested on his neck.

"Honey, did you miss me?"

That voice belongs to Wei Wen.

Pan Yang summoned his white sword and slashed at the ghost, but unfortunately, he missed and the bed was innocently split in two.

Wei Wen stood not far away, a smile on his face: "Don't be angry, just tell me who took the bracelet, okay?"

"How dare he destroy our token of love! That person deserves to die!" He didn't believe that Huan Yang could break it. If Huan Yang could handle that thing, why would he have waited until recently?

"Guess." Pan Yang flicked the white sword in his hand, looking at Wei Wen with some displeasure: "Who told you that thing was a token of love? You're so ugly, you're not good enough for me."

Wei Wen wasn't angry when he heard this; instead, he chuckled softly, "It seems my dear has a lot of confidence in herself."

"Darling, you little rascal!" Pan Yang had no interest in talking to Wei Wen right now; he found him utterly disgusting.

He swung his white sword directly at him.

The next second, Wei Wen suddenly vanished, and the only light went out, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

Pan Yang stood still with his sword, then suddenly thrust it backward.

"That was close, I almost got stabbed."

Wei Wen's voice came from all directions: "How about we get married now? I can't wait any longer."

"I can't wait to kill you too." As he spoke, Pan Yang rubbed his fingers against the hilt of his sword and flung the white sword away.

After spinning around in the room for a few seconds, the white sword pierced straight in one direction.

"That was really dangerous." Wei Wen couldn't dodge in time and almost got stabbed.

Then he saw the white sword, strangely bright, emitting a dark red light in the darkness, and it pierced towards him in less than a second.

Wei Wen was shocked. His arm was still shattered by the white sword, but it quickly reformed.

"Xie Panyang, you won't be so arrogant for long." After saying that, he disappeared.

After circling around and finding no target, the white sword returned to Pan Yang's hand.

Fan Yang kicked Bai Jian in frustration, "You can't even kill a ghost."

Bai Jian protested his innocence, saying it was normal that the ghost was too fast for him to hit, and challenged the ghost to come back and fight for another three hundred rounds if he dared.

Suddenly, a chill swept over him, and without hesitation, Pan Yang swung his sword to strike. At that instant, the lights suddenly came on.

Upon seeing who it was, the sword suddenly stopped.

Zhou Yang, seeing the sword so close at hand, reflexively took a step back.

Pan Yang awkwardly flicked his sword: "Well, it was a misunderstanding."

But what is the hidden character doing here in the middle of the night?

Thinking this through, Fan Yang simply asked the question.

Zhou Yang was somewhat embarrassed. After looking at Pan Yang for a long time, he said, "I am different from humans and ghosts."

As soon as Zhou Yang finished speaking, he regretted it, wondering what kind of nonsense he had just said.

Actually, it was because of what Huan Yang had said before, and then he couldn't sense that Huan Yang was inexplicably irritable after arriving at the Fang family.

He thought he should go out and meet someone, but he didn't expect that he would be discovered as soon as he found the person.

Pan Yang shrugged, looking indifferent: "Oh, just don't treat me like a human being."

"Huh?" This question clearly left Zhou Yang bewildered. He took a deep breath and said, "You need to understand that I am a ghost and you are a human. The two of us cannot be together."

"So you came to see me just to say this?" Pan Yang sat down in the only intact chair in the room and looked up at Zhou Yang.

His dark eyes remained calm and undisturbed, like the deep sea, inspiring both fear and awe.

"No," Zhou Yang denied as if possessed, then he realized something was wrong.

However, before he could speak, Pan Yang continued, "So you came to me because you wanted to see me. If you want to see me, why did you say that humans and ghosts are different?"

Zhou Yang was shocked. So this was how it could be interpreted?

"I was just passing by." Well, even he himself didn't believe that.

Fan Yang was clearly not convinced either. He shook the white sword in his hand and said, "Look at this place, how am I supposed to sleep?"

The white sword clearly sensed its master's thoughts and shook its blade in protest.

Zhou Yang's gaze was drawn to the white sword; he had felt something was off about it the first time he saw it.

"What is this sword called?"

Pan Yang glanced at Bai Jian, then looked at Zhou Yang: "I picked it up from the trash can and haven't named it yet."

White Sword shook its blade in dissatisfaction once again.

"Or, why don't you give him a name?" Pan Yang continued.

“Me?” Zhou Yang was somewhat surprised. He could tell that this sword seemed to be very important to Pan Yang: “This is too hasty. You should name your sword.”

"You're all mine, why are you being so hasty?"

Zhou Yang was speechless again. Then he looked at the sword. The patterns on the sword had faded, indicating that its master was in a very easygoing mood.

However, the white sword still seemed to harbor murderous intent, and as a ghost, he could naturally see the intense malevolence and killing intent on the sword.

Zhou Yang looked at Pan Yang, his eyes revealing a love he himself was unaware of: "How about calling him Xiaoyao?"

For some reason, he only wished that the sword's owner could always be carefree, unrestrained by anyone, and unhindered by anyone.