Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

The woman's eyes were two bloody holes, her hair was disheveled, and her face and hair were covered in blood.

She was holding two girls in her arms, with several other girls with similarly long hair lying behind her.

The girls' eyes were white as they opened their mouths and sucked the blood from the woman's body.

Some of them were soaking wet, some had their heads smashed, and some had unsightly, centipede-like cracks on their bodies that had been stitched together.

The group was caught off guard by this scene and almost screamed.

Fan Xiaowei quickly covered Chi Yu's mouth, Mingxi covered her own mouth, and used her other hand to cover Fan Xiaowei's mouth.

"Hehe... Brother... Mom, it's my brother..."

That "brother" seemed to be the fuse that ignited the female ghost's emotions.

Suddenly, she let out a piercing scream:

"No brother, no one!! They all deserve to die, they deserve to die!!"

The woman's mouth was agape, emitting a foul stench, and blood was flowing from her mouth and eyes. She nearly crushed the baby girl she was holding.

The baby girl started crying, but her hands were still tightly wrapped around her mother's neck.

Chi Yu and the others were leaning against the wall, desperately holding their breath.

The female ghost heard her daughter crying and quickly lowered her head to gently comfort her.

"Don't cry, sweetie. Mommy will take you home. Mommy has a home..."

Patting the baby girl's back, Chiyu heard her softly sing a somewhat familiar tune, but he couldn't understand what she was singing.

"Moonlight shines...on the ground...Little shrimp, you better behave and get back in bed..."

The female ghost gently coaxed the child in her arms, then slowly turned around and walked in the other direction.

Chi Yu and the others pressed themselves against the wall and slowly moved inside.

Because they saw strange things all around them, and a little girl in a school uniform skirt was sitting on the stairs leading to the third floor.

As if sensing the curiosity of the group, the little girl put down the book that was covering her face, revealing her face, which looked as if it had been torn apart by a wild beast, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and her pale cheekbones faintly visible.

Her shoulder-length hair was neatly combed. She sat there, her eyes filled with bloody tears, looking curiously at Chiyu.

The sudden visual shock made Chiyu's heart ache, and his eyes stung.

For a fleeting moment, he considered going over and asking the girl how she died.

How could this happen?

A gentle breeze blew by, and the girl raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

The white school uniform skirt stained with blood and mud did not make her look disheveled; on the contrary, because of her every move, the stains on the skirt were highlighted as if they were expensive jewelry.

She continued reading with her head down, and would smile when she came across an interesting part.

If it weren't for the scars on her face, she would be a bright angel, wouldn't she? Chi Yu thought.

"What are you standing there for? Let's go."

Hearing Mingxi's soft whispers, Chiyu was pulled into the corridor.

Unbeknownst to him, after he disappeared, the girl looked in his direction and stared blankly for a long time.

Scarred fingers rubbed against the book, inside which was tucked a photograph of a boy.

A striking artistic signature on the photo reads: "Chiyu".

Chi Yu felt a tightness in his chest, but he couldn't stay outside any longer, fearing that the female ghost on the first floor would come up.

The clock downstairs rang again.

This time, a voice accompanied it: "Get into bed and watch out for anything under the bed."

The people who found the room didn't dare to wash up; they quickly returned to bed and covered themselves with the blankets.

Something was tapping on the window, and Tian Tian realized she had forgotten to close the curtains.

Just as she was wondering whether to get up and turn it off, her head popped out from under the covers, revealing a pale, ghostly face pressed tightly against the window.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Tian Tian screamed loudly, and there were several thumping sounds from under the bed, as something crawled out from under the bed.

"Woooo..."

Tian Tian quickly covered her mouth, pulled the blanket over herself tightly, and curled up into a ball inside.

Just a second before her face recoiled from under the covers, she clearly saw a pale, stiff hand reach up from under the bed.

Cold sweat poured down her back, the blankets on the bed trembled violently, and Tian Tian's tears kept falling; she couldn't believe it was all real.

The chat messages in the live stream had long since changed to:

[Refund, refund, refund!]

[Fake, fake, fake]

Namo Amitabha Buddha

[Mom, help me!!]

[Just came from Wen Yanqing's live stream, this was terrifying, sob sob.]

[Upstairs, this is even scarier! The production team made it way too realistic!]

[Waaah, I suspect it's true. Tian Tian was so scared she cried just now. Look at that hand dangling by her bed; it really came out from under the bed.]

[It's definitely fake, otherwise the live stream would have been cut off long ago.]

In fact, the production team was already terrified.

The director is having a meeting with others to discuss whether to cancel this episode.

“Of course we can’t stop. Nothing’s happened yet, right? Let them follow the rules.” one of the assistant directors said.

Another assistant director, Jiang Yanlang, had a furrowed brow.

In fact, he was an outer disciple of Cao Wuxuan Sect and had already noticed that something was wrong here.

So they gave Wen Yanqing some talismans in advance, but they didn't expect that they were full of wronged spirits.

These are mostly vengeful ghosts, filled with resentment.

As for why no one has died after so long, it's entirely because they've been lucky and haven't truly angered these vengeful spirits.

"Director, our show has finally become popular. Since no one has died, let's just pretend it's fake," someone said.

The director is usually a responsible person, but after so many years of making the show, only the last episode became a hit.

Having tasted success, he now hesitates when he sees the influx of people into his live stream.

He envied the director who made a fortune at a young age.

"But none of this was arranged by us. What if something goes wrong..."

The others quickly reassured him, "Of course not, isn't Qingyu still there? Besides, isn't Wen Yanqing also a ghost catcher, he..."

As they were talking, Wen Yanqing, his face deathly pale, was pulled by the female ghost to the "audience seats" in the living room to listen to the play.

Zhu Sen, who also couldn't find the mission card, had already fainted from fright.

They were then dragged to the "audience seats," facing the stage, listening to the performers continue singing.

"Well, look, everything's fine, isn't it? How about we leave it like this for now and see how things go tomorrow?" the production team member said.

The director looked at Jiang Yanlang: "Jiang, what do you think?"

Jiang Yanlang is the assistant director. His family also invested in this program, so naturally they don't want it to fail.

But when he thought of Wen Yanqing, the person he loved, he hesitated.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "I'll listen to you. I have no objections."

Thinking to myself, even if he objects, others won't completely listen to him, so I might as well continue the live stream.

Seeing Wen Yanqing crying in the live stream, Jiang Yanlang felt a little guilty.

I'm sorry, Xiaoqing, I'll have to trouble you for a bit. I promise, if you're in danger, I'll be there to save you right away.