Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

After a series of internal struggles, Fang Daoyuan finally accepted the facts.

Then, one night, Fang Daoyuan saw Fan Yang climb over the wall into the locked courtyard and became uneasy.

When she climbed over the wall and saw that Pan Yang was holding onto the male ghost that her family had been supporting for a hundred years, she became even more agitated.

The family has always insisted that no one should enter this courtyard. They have a powerful ghost enshrined there and never allow anyone to ask questions. But now, this powerful ghost seems to be helpless against Fan Yang.

This world is too fantastical; perhaps she needs to calm down.

Unfortunately, just as I was about to sneak back, I bumped into some leaves in the corner.

Pan Yang and Zhou Yang looked straight at them.

Fang Daoyuan smiled somewhat awkwardly: "Well, I was just passing by. You guys continue, I'll be going now."

As he looked at her, Fan Yang pondered whether or not to silence the girl.

001: "..." It can never fathom the host's thoughts.

"Wait a moment," Zhou Yang said, his cold voice almost making Fang Daoyuan lose his footing.

"You don't need to hide this from your family. Unlock the yard later."

"Good, good, good!" Fang Daoyuan nodded repeatedly, climbed over the wall and left the courtyard. This was really dangerous.

The next day, Fang Daoyuan told Grandpa Fang and his parents. They were somewhat surprised but didn't say anything. The lock on the courtyard was removed.

Time passed quickly.

The gates of hell open on the 15th of the seventh lunar month, a time when yin energy is at its heaviest and ghosts are most likely to emerge.

The Fang family courtyard was filled with various magical artifacts. Pan Yang sat calmly in a chair, holding Zhou Yang's hand. Zhou Yang's hand was very cold, as if the coldness had seeped into his bones.

"You don't need to hold my hand, I have too much ghostly energy on me." Zhou Yang said, trying to pull his hand away.

Despite trying several times, I still couldn't pull it out.

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm not going to die now," Pan Yang said calmly.

Zhou Yang said with some helplessness, "In the end, it will affect you."

"Ahem." Grandpa Fang coughed a few times, unable to bear it any longer, and looked at the two of them. "Everything is ready. I wonder what method Wei Wen will use."

"But we can't alert them now. Everyone should rest for a bit and come over as soon as it's time."

After giving a few instructions, everyone went to the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, Pan Yang fidgeted with Zhou Yang's hands out of boredom. As time passed, he felt himself getting sleepier and sleepier, and eventually fell asleep without realizing it.

I vaguely felt as if I heard the sounds of suona horns and gongs and drums.

Pan Yang suddenly opened his eyes, only to find his vision blocked by a red cloth. He ripped the red cloth off.

She found herself dressed in ancient wedding attire, sitting in a bridal sedan chair. Lifting the curtain, she saw a paper figure scattering ghost money. Noticing Pan Yang's gaze, the paper figure stared straight at him.

Pan Yang lowered the curtain; it was haunted.

The bridal sedan chair quickly came to a stop, and a hoarse voice could be heard from outside: "The bride has arrived! Welcome the bride!"

What?! She's the bride?! Why?! Why isn't she the groom?!

001: "??" Host, that's not the point!

The curtain was pulled back, and Pan Yang could finally see his surroundings clearly. He was in a courtyard, but the courtyard was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, yet it looked eerie.

Each paper figure held musical instruments and ghost money, staring intently at Fan Yang.

Pan Yang was not easily frightened and immediately summoned Xiaoyao to slash wildly at the circle of paper figures.

Soon the paper figures were all chopped to pieces. Fan Yang took his sword and rushed into the house. As soon as he entered, he saw a pair of nameless memorial tablets. Further inside was the bridal chamber.

Strangely, there was a faint fragrance in the bridal chamber, but Pan Yang didn't pay attention to it and shook the Xiaoyao in his hand.

"Get out here in three seconds. Otherwise, I don't mind tearing this place down."

"Don't be so angry on your wedding night." Wei Wen emerged from the shadows, also dressed in wedding attire.

"I won't be angry if you die."

"My dear, you're really confused. I was already dead." Wei Wen looked at Fan Yang with a smile.

Pan Yang rolled his eyes, swung his sword Xiaoyao and slashed down, tearing Wei Wen's sleeve.

Pan Yang suddenly stopped moving. There was something wrong with the fragrance, and the strange feeling in his body made him feel uncomfortable.

“You can’t beat me this time.” Wei Wen looked at Huan Yang’s appearance and naturally understood that the drug was taking effect: “Look how infatuated I am with you, why don’t you give in to me?”

"You're so devoted to me, why don't you just give up your soul for me?" Fan Yang gripped Xiao Yao tightly, the heat radiating from his body making him increasingly agitated.

As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked again without hesitation. Wei Wen did not expect that Pan Yang still had the mind to deal with him, and was accidentally slashed by Pan Yang again.

However, he was patient enough to keep at it with Fan Yang, and he didn't believe that Fan Yang wouldn't eventually beg him for help.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Pan Yang's stamina. Soon, almost all the furniture around him turned into a pile of wood, and Wei Wen was also exhausted. This Pan Yang must be a madman.

I almost died several times.

When he dodged Fan Yang's attack again, he saw that Fan Yang was using his sword to support himself on the ground and had stopped moving.

Finally relieved, he raised his malicious smile again: "Pan Yang, no one can save you."

At this moment, Pan Yang felt his head buzzing and couldn't hear what Wei Wen was saying at all. He could indeed neutralize ordinary poisons, but the problem was that the incense was not poison.

The sword was trembling, and the patterns on it became even more vivid, even a bit too bright red.

Suddenly a cold wind blew by, bringing a sliver of clarity back to Huan Yang's mind. He then felt a pair of hands gripping the hilt of his sword.

It has a touch of coolness.

Pan Yang looked up and said, "You've come."

Zhou Yang nodded: "It took some effort." As he spoke, he took out a red thread from his pocket and tied it around Pan Yang's wrist.

"The Fang family is performing a ritual." Therefore, this is the best time to kill Wei Wen.

Pan Yang leaned on his sword and stood up, his dark eyes looking at Wei Wen.

Wei Wen was somewhat shocked when he saw Zhou Yang: "So you didn't agree to a posthumous marriage with me because of him?"

"Crazy." Pan Yang was speechless. How could this ghost be so superstitious?

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang looked up at Wei Wen, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Pan Yang made his move first, and Wei Wen noticed that Pan Yang's attack was even more ferocious than before, while Zhou Yang also came up behind him to stop him from escaping.

Finally, in the instant Wei Wen hesitated, Xiaoyao pierced his chest.

Wei Wen stared in shock at his dissipating body, fear appearing on his face, before finally disappearing.

Pan Yang heard a bell ring, felt dizzy, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already standing in the Fang family's courtyard.

The night wind blew by, but the heat in my body didn't disappear. The medicine that bastard found was pretty potent.

Fang Daoyuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Pan Yang had woken up: "Thank goodness you're alright."

Pan Yang ignored him, glancing at the people in the courtyard. Zhou Yang appeared beside him and looked worried when he didn't speak.

"Are you alright..." Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly grabbed by the hem of his clothes by Pan Yang.

She felt a soft touch on her lips and stared wide-eyed at Pan Yang, who was so close to her.

Fang Daoyuan: "...Well, I have something to do, so I'm going to sleep first."

Grandpa Fang coughed twice: "Strange, my eyesight is getting worse and worse. Time to sleep."