Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

"You saw it, why didn't you help me? Help me!" The ghost bride's voice was as irritable as ever.

Akahoshi smirked: "Why should I help you?"

This question stumped the ghost bride. They were not related, and even her closest relatives wanted to push her into the fire. Why should she ask a stranger for help?

"Why? Why? Yes, why?"

The ghost bride paced anxiously, trying to think of reasons why others would help her. Blood dripped onto the marble floor, flowing through the cracks towards Xu Rui and Lin Hao.

Just as the ghost bride was so anxious that long, sharp fingernails grew on her hands, digging into the flesh of her palms, Akahoshi spoke again.

"Unless you do me a favor."

The eyeball, now back in its normal position, and the woman, her face a bloody mess, asked hopefully:

"What's the deal?"

Akahoshi started to walk out, but Takazawa called out to him from behind, "Akahoshi, are you out of your mind? That's a demon, she'll kill you!"

Chi Xing stopped in his tracks. They had only met once, but this person was really kind-hearted.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, I asked 250: [How did Takasawahara die in the story?]

250: [They went out to look for clues together, but Xu Rui pushed him out instead.]

Akahoshi: [Killed by a ghost?]

250 shook his head: [He was killed by a passing train.]

That was a rather hasty death; no wonder they're called cannon fodder.

Akahoshi glanced back at Takazawa and Chi Cheng, who was half-embracing him, and waved his hand, saying:

"Don't leave the guesthouse these next few days, your life is more important."

After saying that, he walked out without looking back.

The ghost bride followed, dragging her blood-stained red robe, until the two figures disappeared, and then dawn broke again.

The ghost bride led Akahoshi through a maze of twists and turns to a dilapidated old house. It had a large courtyard and rustic decor that resembled the mansion of a wealthy person from the old days.

The paint on the gate and the surrounding pillars has peeled off, and every scratch tells a story of the vicissitudes of time.

Stepping over the dilapidated threshold, the furnishings inside were covered in dust, and dark brown stains could be faintly seen on the walls. Akahoshi could tell at a glance that they were splattered blood.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and dampness. Akahoshi went in and then left the yard.

The ghost bride stood alone in the dark room, staring forlornly out the door; anyone who saw her would scream in terror.

Akahoshi simply watched indifferently. To put it bluntly, Akahoshi wasn't afraid at all. She didn't sense any evil influence from her. As for what those people said about the female ghost killing people, Akahoshi didn't believe it.

If it were truly about killing, everyone in the guesthouse would have been dead long ago.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Compared to her previous violent and shrill voice, the girl's voice became normal.

Seeing that she could speak properly, Akahoshi did not make things difficult for her.

"Who is the guesthouse owner to you?"

The ghost bride was surprised for a moment, then honestly replied, "The one who buried my bones." She slowly told her story.

Chixing listened quietly. It turned out that the girl had been sold by her family when she was sixteen. Her younger brother wanted to start a business, and the Wang family in the east of the city offered a high price to buy a girl.

"Young Master Wang died in an accident, and a half-baked man came and asked his family to find a virgin for a ghost marriage."

As she spoke, tears of blood streamed down her face.

She already had a sweetheart, a farmer's son. Her family wouldn't allow her to marry such a poor man, but instead wanted her to marry a rich, dead man.

"On the sedan chair, I learned that what they called a ghost marriage was not just getting married, but that I had to be buried with them."

While the bridal sedan chair was still halfway there, she used a hairpin to slash her face and then hanged herself with the white silk she had brought with her.

She transformed into a vengeful ghost and went back to seek revenge, but those people were completely unrepentant.

"They've trapped me here, condemning me to eternal damnation. I can't even reincarnate to find my beloved."

Years later, when the place became an abandoned city, someone came here and built a bunch of things she couldn't understand.

"That person wanted to build a house in this area, discovered my remains, and buried them."

That's why she never goes to guesthouses to scare people; today is an exception.

Her gaze toward Akahoshi was full of inquiry: "When I passed by last night, I saw the golden light on you. You can definitely help me, right?"

She had heard some folk tales before, saying that people who carry golden light are either gods descended to earth or great philanthropists for ten lifetimes.

With a try-it-and-see attitude, she deliberately acted pitiful where Akahoshi could see her, hoping he would help her.

Where do you want to go? Or who are you looking for?

After hearing her story, Akahoshi, as an observer, could only feel sorry for this young life.

The ghost bride said, "I want to leave this city. If possible, I want to be reborn as a human and live a good life."

This wish meant nothing to Akahoshi. In fact, what trapped her was not the city itself, but the people who later built the tomb city.

Once the game ends, all living beings here will be free, even ghosts.

Akahoshi nodded: "Okay, but first you need to find something for me, and..."

No one could see that the place was shrouded in divine power, and by the time the fiery red wedding procession appeared, it was already evening.

The young man was dressed in a red wedding robe, his white hair was half tied up, and the rest hung naturally down his back and on both sides of his chest. The gold and jade hair crown that tied his hair up was covered by a red veil.

"Get up the sedan——"

With a shout from the matchmaker, a deafening suona horn blared, but this time there were no paper figures, only a magnificent Akhal-Teke horse.

In the darkness, the desolate road stretched endlessly, swallowing up the surrounding colors. The wind howled through the buildings, and Akahoshi listened intently to the sounds outside.

[Here he comes! It's the Immortal Lord!] 250 suddenly jumped for joy.

Akahoshi quickly put down the red veil to cover her entire face.

Only a pair of hands with distinct knuckles were visible, holding a red apple in their hands.

Suddenly a strong wind arose, and a demon dressed in a black court suit appeared abruptly on horseback.

The Akhal-Teke horse showed no resistance or displeasure, as if it had been waiting for him all along.

Mo Yu had been watching all this from a distance, but after following them to the dilapidated house, he lost track of Chi Xing.

When night fell, Akahoshi finally came out, but unexpectedly, he became someone else's bride.

His fingers, gripping the reins, turned white as he controlled the horse, turning it around and heading in another direction.

Fifteen minutes later, Chixing heard the deafening sounds of gongs and drums outside, which blended with the suona horns of the wedding procession. It was actually quite pleasant to listen to.

"The auspicious hour has arrived, kick down the sedan chair door—"

Outside, the matchmaker loudly chanted the ceremony and recited auspicious words.

The sedan chair was lowered, the front was lowered, and the red curtain was lifted. Chixing saw a fair hand reaching in from under the veil, palm facing upwards.

With a slight upturn of her rouge-covered lips, Akahoshi placed her right hand on them.