Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

Jiang Yanlang said he liked him a lot, so he might as well die in his place.

Thinking this way, Wen Yanqing pointed at Jiang Yanlang and said, "He, he's willing to give you his life, please let me go?"

Jiang Yanlang didn't expect Wen Yanqing to do this, but with his throat being choked by a ghost, he couldn't speak at all.

He could only keep shaking his head.

He can't die, he can't die here.

Jiang Yanlang stared intently at Wen Yanqing, who continued to cry.

"Brother Yan, Brother Lang, please, I don't want to die, please die in my place, okay?"

Jiang Yanlang had never seen such a shameless person. He could only shake his head desperately, vowing in his heart that if he could leave this place alive, he would make Wen Yanqing pay the price.

The female ghost suddenly burst into laughter.

"I thought they were deeply in love, but it turns out they were both selfish."

The locust tree rustled in the wind, and a ghostly figure rushed over, knocking the female ghost off balance.

With a loosening of his grip, Jiang Yanlang and Wen Yanqing were released at the same time.

"Cough cough cough..."

Jiang Yanlang was pinched too hard and started coughing while leaning against the railing.

Zhou Wantang grabbed the female ghost and floated directly towards the locust tree.

Seeing that they were safe, Jiang Yanlang finally felt a little relieved.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and Wen Yanqing rushed over and pushed him.

"what!!"

Jiang Yanlang suddenly flipped over the railing, and before he fell, he heard the exclamations of the people who had just come up behind him.

"Oh no! Help! He's fallen!"

Chen Ling looked flustered, while the others stared wide-eyed at Wen Yanqing.

If they weren't mistaken, it was Wen Yanqing who pushed Jiang Yanlang down.

Wen Yanqing turned around and saw so many people staring at him with incredulous eyes. He shook his head in a panic:

"It wasn't me, I didn't push him, it was a ghost, a ghost controlled me to push him."

He spread out his trembling hands. He had indeed had the thought of pushing the person down, but it was just a thought.

He still needs Jiang Yanlang to provide him with resources, so how could he possibly refuse?

The more Wen Yanqing thought about it, the more he felt he had been wronged.

"I really didn't, it wasn't me, you have to believe me, there really is a ghost controlling me."

The group ignored him and walked to the side to glance down. Jiang Yanlang was already unconscious.

"Quickly, notify the production crew to come over. Saving lives is the priority," Chi Yu shouted.

Anyone with eyes could see that the female ghost had already been taken away; Wen Yanqing himself pushed her down.

Ten minutes later, the medical team brought by the program crew came to check on Jiang Yanlang's injuries.

Falling from the fourth floor, it's a miracle you didn't die; it's already a miracle.

They first applied basic hemostasis to his head and then quickly put him on an emergency ambulance.

It's very far from the county town, so the director could only contact the Jiang family and ask them to send a helicopter for rescue.

The doctor first gave Jiang Yanlang some emergency treatment.

The injuries were severe, with multiple fractures, and even the doctors couldn't guarantee whether the person could survive.

The incident on the show quickly became a trending topic because the Jiang family dispatched a rescue helicopter.

All they could guess was that something might have happened to the production team.

The next day, Wen Yanqing was taken away by the Jiang family.

"I heard that Jiang Yanlang is going to be paralyzed. He is the Jiang family's proud and precious son."

Now that things have come to this, there's nothing the Jiang family can do except hold Wen Yanqing accountable.

Of all the people, the Chi family and Tian Tian are not to be offended. The others are either artists under Tian Tian's company or have some connection with the director.

Besides his talent, this director must also have a good family background.

Most importantly, everyone saw it; it was Wen Yanqing who pushed Jiang Yanlang down the stairs—that's a fact.

This incident angered Wen Yanqing's fans.

What exactly happened that night? Was it really Qingqing who pushed him?

"That can't be right. Jiang Yanlang is tall and strong, while Qingqing is so weak. How could she possibly be his match?"

[That's right, Qingqing is someone the Chi family values ​​highly, so why should the Jiang family be able to take him away?]

[Trash director, trash show, they don't care about the safety of the guests, and the assistant director's fall was just a scapegoat.]

【My Qingqing, what am I going to do?】

Fans flooded the Chijia Group's Weibo account with comments, hoping that they could save him, considering that Wen Yanqing had shown them the cemetery.

But no one from the Chi clan paid them any attention.

Akahoshi and the others were still staying at the inn. The show wasn't over yet, and the number of viewers had increased even more.

This is another opportunity to make money. Even if they just sit on the sofa and daydream, the chat room is still buzzing with noise.

Wen Yanqing's fans, in particular, would attack anyone they could find, wishing they could curse their ancestors for eight generations.

Jiang Yanlang is paralyzed from the waist down; this is the latest news from the hospital.

The group exchanged bewildered glances. Jiang Yanlang was the youngest in the Jiang family and had been pampered since childhood. Wen Yanqing would be in serious trouble this time, even if he didn't die.

No one sympathized with him; they just couldn't understand why he would do such a thing.

Actually, something else happened in the village that night.

That is, the deputy village chief died in his bed.

It is said that the deputy village chief has done too many despicable things. Not only was his lower body crushed, but even his tongue was shredded.

The people of Gejia Village felt it was bad luck, so they didn't even hold a funeral. They simply wrapped the body in a straw mat and threw it into the mass grave.

Qingyu looked at Chixing with a smile all day.

When they went back to take a nap, Akahoshi hugged him and asked, "Are you happy?"

"Hehe, I know, it was you who did it, wasn't it?"

Qingyu hugged him back and gently bit his chest.

Akahoshi didn't answer, but lightly patted his butt.

"Want to know?"

Qingyu snorted at him: "I don't even need to think to know it's you."

"Why would Wen Yanqing push him if there's no benefit for him?"

Qingyu continued, "And that deputy village chief, he was never a good person, it's good that he died."

Akahoshi lowered her head and kissed his cheek, her voice deep:

"They all deserve to die for daring to offend you."

Qingyu is usually emotionally stable, but not with Chixing.

It seems that when he was with his master, he could act recklessly, and Akahoshi would tolerate him and even stand up for him to teach bad people a lesson.

Qingyu buried her head in his arms and said in a muffled voice, "Thank you."

Akahoshi: "Okay, then let's get married."

Qingyu didn't speak. After a while, Chixing realized that the person had fallen asleep.

That's true. Last night, everyone was busy saving Jiang Yanlang, and they didn't go to sleep either.

Akahoshi remained in the position of holding him, and they fell asleep together.

I woke up at 2 p.m.

As soon as I went downstairs, I heard someone looking for Qingyu.

"Looking for me? Who is it?" Qingyu asked, somewhat puzzled.

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw that the courtyard gate had been open at some point, and two people were standing at the entrance.

Wenfang was with a little boy who looked about eight or nine years old, and Wenfang was carrying a basket.

Upon seeing Qingyu, he smiled and said, "We picked some vegetables and brought some over for you."