Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

The county magistrate struggled out of the infant spirit and crawled toward Pan Yang and the others, pleading, "Please, save me! Save me!"

Pan Yang pulled Zhou Yang back a step, and then saw the county magistrate being swallowed alive by the infant spirit.

The farce didn't end until evening; the river receded, and everything returned to calm.

Because it was getting dark and there was no time to retrieve the bodies, but they were also afraid that the surviving villagers would want to kill them, they chose to take turns keeping watch and resting at night.

The next day, Qin Yang and the others went to find something to eat. Zhou Yang stood by the river, looking at the calm water, his mind filled with the scene from yesterday. It was the first time he had felt anger and killing intent, the intense resentment of those infant spirits—emotions he had never felt before.

"What are you thinking about?" Pan Yang's voice came to his ear.

Zhou Yang opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He didn't know how to describe his thoughts, and in the end, he just shook his head.

Qin Yang and the others returned quickly. They had a few pieces of bread, but it was a small amount, at least they wouldn't starve.

After they finished eating, they got a small boat and, disregarding any fear, began retrieving the bodies.

The search lasted for three whole days, and the shore was almost piled high with the remains of infants. Some were just bones, some were half-rotted, and some were still intact.

The surviving villagers initially watched coldly, but eventually they couldn't remain indifferent. Although they couldn't make out the children's faces anymore, they all knew that their own children were among them.

In a sense, they are also the murderers who killed the children.

[Congratulations to everyone who completed the task within the allotted time. You will return to real life in ten minutes and have seven days of rest.]

Logically, they should have been happy, but looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, they couldn't feel joy at all.

Qin Yang sighed, "Alright, alright, at least they've gotten their revenge. We need to pull ourselves together."

"Waaah, they are living beings too." Liu Liu couldn't help but shed tears: "After we leave, will this world restart, and will they have to go through it all again?"

Annie hugged Liu Liu and reached out to wipe away her tears: "Don't cry, don't cry."

Zhou Yang looked at the corpses of the babies, but there was no sadness or even fear in his eyes. He knew that he must look very strange, even cold and robotic.

Pan Yang walked to his side and took his hand. Zhou Yang felt the warmth from his hand and looked at him: "Do you ever think I'm a monster?" He remembered that's how that group of people described him: a monster without emotions.

"Why do you say that?" Pan Yang looked at Zhou Yang's profile.

“I…” Zhou Yang took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment before speaking, “I can’t feel sadness.”

“Then don’t feel it.” Pan Yang said calmly, as if he didn’t care about these things at all: “If you can’t feel it, then don’t think about it. No one is asking you to feel these things. Don’t overthink it.”

Zhou Yang looked at Pan Yang. The man's face didn't show much emotion. Pan Yang looked rather thin, but he inexplicably made Zhou Yang feel at ease and strangely familiar, as if the two of them had known each other for a long time.

“This is my third world,” Zhou Yang said, turning to look at the river.

As soon as Zhou Yang finished speaking, everything went black before his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in his familiar room.

"Since you're awake, why aren't you saying anything?" the man said impatiently, giving Zhou Yang a cold snort as he looked at his expressionless face.

"What right does a lunatic have to be my brother? Mom and Dad said they're taking you shopping for clothes tomorrow. Come out for dinner now, did you hear me?" Zhou Xing kicked the bed leg impatiently.

Zhou Yang stared at Yixin Lake for a long time before raising his head to look at Zhou Xing. His eyes were devoid of any emotion, and his face was completely expressionless.

Zhou Xing felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze and couldn't help but swear: "Damn it, just like a mute, eat or don't eat, it's better if you starve to death." After saying that, he slammed the door and left.

Pan Yang shook his head. The room around him was the original owner's rented room. The room was small and all the items could be seen at a glance. Pan Yang got up from the bed and almost fell over. He quickly grabbed the chair to keep from falling to the ground.

The original owner almost killed himself. Pan Yang changed into clean clothes and went out.

Pan Yang first rummaged through his spatial storage and sold a few antique items. After having a meal, he started getting ready and bought a two-bedroom apartment.

As for his belongings in the rented apartment, he chose to throw them all away and hired a moving company to clean the place.

Then the debt collectors came knocking, and Pan Yang simply tossed them his bank card and left coldly.

Back at their new home, the house was almost completely decorated, and there was nothing to buy except for daily necessities. After having dinner outside, it got dark.

The next day, at ten o'clock, I finally went out to buy clothes. The original owner's clothes were all so depressing, they looked like the dead hadn't been buried.

Pan Yang arrived at the mall, went into a clothing store, picked out a few clothes, and went into the fitting room to try them on.

Zhou Yang sat in the chair, and Zhou Xing waved the clothes in front of him: "This one?"

However, Zhou Yang just stared at his shoes, motionless, without even glancing at him.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have agreed to let Mom and Dad bring you out. Why didn't you just die at birth?" Zhou Xing's impatience was undisguised. He then threw the clothes in his hand to the shop assistant: "Wrap them up, and wrap these few up too."

The shop assistant nodded repeatedly and immediately began packing the clothes.

When Zhou Xing heard his phone ring, he took it out and answered, "What is it now? I've already taken him out to buy clothes, and I have things to do myself. I don't have time to deal with him."

"Yes, yes, he's my brother." Zhou Xing replied impatiently, rolling his eyes at Zhou Yang who was looking down and silent. "Oh, I see. He's still useful. Okay, I got it." With that, he hung up the phone.

Zhou Xing snorted coldly and whispered, "I'm afraid that's all you're good for. We'll just give you away and be done with it. Tsk, why bother arguing with an idiot?"

"Please wrap these up for me." As Pan Yang walked out of the fitting room, the shop assistant immediately went up to him with a big smile on her face.

"Okay, okay, please wait a moment!" The shop assistant immediately took the clothes and began packing them.

Upon hearing the sound, Zhou Yang hesitated for two seconds before looking up. The familiar figure came into view. He quietly looked at Pan Yang not far away without making a sound.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Xing asked, looking at Zhou Yang who suddenly looked up. However, he didn't expect Zhou Yang to answer. Following Zhou Yang's gaze, a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes. This person was quite good-looking, but he looked a bit thin.