Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

As a result, the popularity will definitely continue to rise.

Qingyu was unaware that she had become Chixing's kept woman.

Akahoshi learned about this from 250.

250: [They're all talking nonsense. It's clearly Your Highness who's throwing yourself at the Immortal Lord, hmph.]

A bunch of foolish humans. Only the little black cat can see through the truth. Its prince has always been love-struck. If anyone should be kept, it should be the immortal lord.

But 250 dared not say this aloud; he could only whisper it to himself.

Chixing didn't care what it was thinking. She calmly took out her phone and sent a message to Chifeng.

He glanced back at the drone behind him, his eyes icy cold.

The person who was still cursing in front of the screen couldn't help but shudder.

[Hiss, the look Akahoshi gave me just now was really creepy.]

[I feel like I've seen that look somewhere before. He just checked his phone; could it be that he saw it trending?]

The online trolls hired by Wen Yanqing suddenly started to back down, since these were members of the Chi family.

But while some are afraid, others are not. They continue to spread the word that Qingyu is a piece of trash who has been openly seducing capital for only a few years since her debut.

[They're shameless! They even dared to hug each other in front of the camera.]

They don't follow any logic at all; they immediately agree with any negative comments about Qingyu and even join in the cursing.

The barrage of vicious comments seemed to reach through the screen and slap Qingyu across the face.

Some irrational fans were unhappy to see Qingyu with Chixing.

Now that everyone is saying they have a sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, it's even more upsetting. Some people couldn't help but unfollow and criticize them, posting long essays about it.

Once someone posts these things, others will follow suit. Qingyu's super topic was flooded with negative comments, and the comments under her Weibo posts were countless.

They forgot that Qingyu had explained his identity from the beginning, saying that if he couldn't debut, he would go live and tell fortunes for people.

Fans voted out of curiosity, or even out of following the trend or joining in the fun.

Qingyu also said that she was very grateful to them, but she never thought that she would stay in the entertainment industry for the rest of her life.

According to Qingyu's plan, once he made money, he would go back to the Taoist temple to repair it and then live the life his master used to live.

If possible, he would probably take on a disciple and teach him all that he has learned in his life.

The deeper the two went into the woods, the darker it became.

A layer of fog rose around them, and Qingyu could vaguely hear a woman's voice.

He mumbled incessantly, not loudly, and after hearing their footsteps, the man quickly fled into the thick fog.

Qingyu and Chixing walked over and saw mounds of earth standing in the woods.

If you get closer, you can see incense and candles burning.

The incense sticks and candles must have been burning for a while, and there was still ashes left on the ground from the burning paper money.

In front of each grave mound stood a wooden plaque. Qingyu saw the name closest to it: Zhou Wantang.

I suddenly remembered the name Ge Dashan.

In such a village, there is a person named Zhou Wantang.

Qingyu's mind was immediately filled with doubt.

The paper money was only placed at the very front of all the graves, as if it were offered as a sacrifice to all these dozens of graves together.

As she walked forward, Qingyu carefully scanned each person's name.

"Chen Yun, Li Zhirou, Yin Jingshu, Qiu Yinong..."

"Is this Gejia Village?" Qingyu turned around abruptly, her eyes wide.

Akahoshi thought of a possibility, a possibility they least wanted to accept.

But he still nodded: "Yes."

They needed to sort out their thoughts, but two voices interrupted them.

"Hey, why are you dragging me here? Nobody's been here for years, we don't know if there's anything dirty in there, let's not go any further." The woman's voice sounded familiar.

Immediately following was a rough male voice, as if impatient, and the man pushed the woman down into the dry grass nearby.

Akahoshi and the others were trapped in the thick fog, obscured by weeds and trees, and couldn't see clearly what was outside.

Just by listening to the sounds, you could tell that this was a pair of wild mandarin ducks about to do that kind of thing.

I thought it was a very conservative village, but I didn't expect there to be people like this in there.

He was about to pull Qingyu inside, but he didn't want her to hear such noises.

Then the man, panting heavily, said, "Damn it, when is this lousy production crew leaving? I've put up with this for so many days, and you've been at the village chief's house all this time, couldn't you come to see me?"

The woman's voice was somewhat fragmented, but still clearly audible:

"Well, isn't it the village chief's decision? He wants me to play his wife. I can't exactly tell everyone that I'm the wife of every man in our village, can I?"

A lot of information was conveyed in one sentence.

Qingyu looked at Chixing, her big eyes full of gossip.

Akahoshi sighed helplessly and could only stay there and listen.

"Hmph, with your fucking stamina, you're the only one left."

The man spat again, speaking in a harsh tone:

"If it weren't for that bitch Chen Yun being so unreliable, would I have been lonely for so long? They're all bitches, all of you women are bitches..."

He was hurling vulgarities at her, and Qingyu kept frowning as she listened.

Akahoshi hugged him and covered his ears with her hands.

The man outside continued, "I heard there are quite a few pretty women on the show? If you can find one, you'll be quite a figure in our village."

"From now on, you can have a bigger share of the food and drinks, how about that?"

The woman stammered, "Deputy...Deputy Village Chief, no, their production team is all...all men."

"Really? Hmm?"

He slapped the woman hard with his large, fan-like hand, and she couldn't help but scream.

At this moment, both Chixing and Qingyu recognized the woman's voice.

Isn't this Wenfang, the one who brought them breakfast this morning?

It turns out she was the wife of all the men in the village?

This sentence instantly overturned Qingyu's understanding. He, who was always a little slow to think, was still thinking about how many people were in the village.

If Wenfang is everyone's wife, then who was the person in the coffin when they first entered the village that night?

Various doubts lingered in Qingyu's mind as she listened to the man continue speaking.

"Men? You mean those two with long hair? Ha, they're just two idiots. I'll still fuck them, as long as you lure them out."

After saying that, he slapped Wenfang again, hitting her until she cried out.

"No, no, that won't do. They're all... we can't offend them. The village chief will blame us."

The man clearly understood that their village was now relying on the rental income from this program, and that they might be able to use that money to buy a few more wives.

He couldn't afford to ruin things now, so he could only hit Wenfang even harder, trying to vent his frustration.

What he didn't know was that a certain ghost king had already set his sights on him.

The moment he said he was going to trick two long-haired boys, Akahoshi wanted nothing more than to tear him apart on the spot.

Chi Xing had cut her hair short before coming to the show, so among the production team, only Qing Yu and Wen Yanqing had long hair.