Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

This time, he's going to act as a cleaner of the internet, and those who spew filth should pay the price.

Chi Xing and Qing Yu wandered around the village several times and found two more quest cards.

By evening, they had completed four tasks, while the others had only completed three at most.

Without a doubt, their group doesn't need to do those tasks tonight.

The others had to return to the inn to complete their tasks.

As night fell, a sudden gust of wind picked up in the courtyard. The temperature, which had been as high as 28 degrees Celsius during the day, dropped to 20 degrees Celsius at night.

The temperature inside the inn was as low as sixteen degrees Celsius.

A cold wind blew by, and everyone silently put on an extra layer of clothing.

Because they dared not act alone, they had to travel in groups.

“Tonight, we’ll stay together.” Wen Yanqing said.

He was quite frightened last night, but considering that he was fine when he woke up during the day and that Jiang Yanlang had promised to come and protect him, he had no choice but to return to the inn and continue his mission.

After dinner, Qingyu and Chixing went upstairs. They were the top performers in the daytime mission, and dinner was provided by the production team as usual.

As for the other guests, one of their tasks was to find ingredients and cook their own dinner.

And so, the group began searching for food in the inn and courtyard again. Chiyu and Mingxi were in one group, and they were responsible for searching outside the courtyard.

The yard looked dilapidated from the outside, but they cleaned the front yard a little because of their arrival.

A stone was pressing down on the well on one side of the courtyard, and a chain was hanging on the stone.

However, the chains had likely endured too much wind and snow, and were now rusty.

Chiyu and Mingxi walked around the well and were about to head to the backyard.

"No one has gone in from here, right?"

If the production team hid the food, they must have hidden it in a place where the crew could easily reach it.

Chi Yu pointed to the ground, where there were obvious signs of trampling on the grass, meaning that someone had come in during the day when they were on a mission.

"Let's go in and take a look. We've already searched the outside, but there's nothing there."

Mingxi hesitated for a moment, but Chiyu had already walked around the well and gone inside.

The backyard was even darker than the front yard, and by this time, not a single ray of sunlight could be seen.

And here, it turned out to be a small garden, with even a small pavilion inside.

In a daze, Chiyu seemed to see a girl in a white dress sitting in the pavilion.

The autumn wind, unable to read, carelessly blew several pages of the book in the girl's hands.

Chi Yu stood there, stunned, staring at the girl's perfect profile. Her gaze was as gentle as ever, and her upturned nose was smooth and beautiful.

The wind blowing through the paper rushed towards Chiyu Island, along with a line of lyrics hummed by a girl.

"You are the stars and the sea I have searched for throughout the world..."

The familiar melody, the familiar lyrics.

This is Chi Yu's first song, and also his signature song.

This time, the girl's hair was half-tied up at the back of her head, with a few strands hanging down and moving in the wind.

Chiyu recognized her at first glance; she was the girl with the book on the second-floor stairs last night.

He turned around but didn't see Mingxi following him.

Chiyu should have left, but the girl in front of him seemed different from the other ghosts.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed; the dilapidated courtyard became brighter, and water flowed under the small bridge connecting to the pavilion.

The dried-up lotus pond suddenly returned to its former state, with lotus flowers blooming everywhere.

Strangely, all the flowers were red, and even the petals had odd shapes.

The girl turned her head to look at her, and the other side of her face still looked like it had been bitten.

Chi Yu, however, felt no fear and stared blankly at the other person.

Aren't you afraid of me?

The girl's voice was somewhat distant, yet Chiyu could hear it clearly.

Chiyu shook his head: "Why have you been here all this time?"

In Chiyu's mind, when people die, they become ghosts. Ghosts should go down to the underworld to report and then be reincarnated.

But this girl, standing all alone in the pavilion, makes one feel inexplicably sorry for her.

The girl's clear, autumn-like eyes were fixed on Chiyu, her fingers idly stroking the photos in the book, a bright and warm smile on her face.

"This is my home, I can't leave."

She even smiled as she shook her head, her eyes fixed on Chiyu.

"Is this your home? Then you..."

“I have been dead for ten years. I was fifteen when I died.”

By that calculation, this girl is actually the same age as me.

Chiyu, as if possessed, took a step forward.

The girl stepped back and subconsciously turned her face away.

"Don't come any closer, I'll scare you."

"will not."

With each step Chiyu takes, flowers in the garden fall.

The girl closed the book in her hand and said:

“My name is Zhou Wantang, and I was originally the owner of this house.”

Zhou Wantang looked at the crabapple tree planted next to the pavilion. The crabapple blossoms on the tree fell in the wind, a beautiful sight that was hard to look away from.

It turns out that Zhou Wantang's father was a talented scholar who studied and passed the imperial examinations in this village.

After achieving success, his first thought was to repay the backward village where he was born.

Zhou Wantang took her mother's surname and grew up in Beijing. She had longed for the hometown her father spoke of.

She dreamed of coming here and leading the villagers to a better life.

At least they don't have to worry about food and clothing.

And her father did it too.

After they returned, the first thing they did was build a road from the county town to the village so that everyone could go out without having to climb the mountain.

Meanwhile, Zhou Wantang's mother would bring Zhou Haitang here to teach during every winter and summer vacation.

Over the course of one, two, and three years, all the children in the village who were able to attend school were supported in passing the entrance exams and going on to study elsewhere.

Strangely enough, most of the students who excel in their studies are girls.

Perhaps because someone finally came to sponsor their schooling, the girls studied very hard, striving to get into university, and even study abroad.

This phenomenon has plunged the village, which already had a male-to-female ratio, into an even more extreme situation.

Some villagers kept their daughters locked at home, preventing them from going to school, and even demolished the makeshift schools.

No matter how Zhou Haitang's father tried to dissuade him, it was to no avail. He was even attacked by the villagers, who all scolded Zhou Wantang's family for meddling in other people's business.

But the girls in the village longed to go to school, and some even went to extremes, threatening suicide.

Later, Zhou Haitang learned that the girl had indeed been beaten to death by her father.

"After my father found out about this, he wanted to report it to the police, but the signal was bad here."

As if recalling a memory, Zhou Haitang continued:

“After he and his mother drove away, they never came back.”

That summer, the villagers climbed over the wall and came in...

As if remembering something, Zhou Haitang's tears fell like broken beads.

Blood-red tears soaked her pristine white dress, and no matter how the wind blew, it wouldn't dry.