Quick Transmigration: Host, Please Be a Mute Beauty

A strange smile appeared on that withered face, and then it was about to float into the room.

Why do I say "floating"? Because this is the seventh floor!

Jiang Qiao was speechless. She was just too attractive to ghosts!

"Snapped--"

Jiang Qiao slapped the old woman, stunning her, and then launched into a tirade, "You old hag, let me tell you, you're the oldest and ugliest person I've ever seen, and you stink too! Have you never bathed in your past lives?! Or did you eat some kind of intestine sandwich when you were eating someone?"

That's a clear personal attack!

Upon hearing these words, the old woman ghost clutched her stomach, her face contorted in pain, and fell from the seventh floor.

Jiang Qiao didn't look down, but simply closed the window and drew the curtains!

"My words are definitely more powerful than AK's! I defeated her so easily."

[She probably really got what the host said; she really hasn't taken a shower!]

Jiang Qiao lay sprawled on the bed, eyes closed, and said, "Tell me about your target!"

【OK. 】

The target of this world is called Wen Yu. He can communicate with ghosts and gods and attract evil spirits. Strange things always happen to him. He was abandoned by his biological parents when he was a child and now lives with his grandmother. In the future, he will be corrupted by evil spirits and become a villainous big boss. He will be the first person who can become a ghost without dying.

The host had better succeed in winning him over before he becomes blinded by evil energy, otherwise he might even kill you.

Wenyu is a very nice-sounding name.

Where does he live now?

[Downstairs from your apartment.]

Jiang Qiao opened her eyes, her face expressionless.

Sure enough, she guessed that the person she was trying to win over lived on the sixth floor, otherwise she wouldn't have gained any points.

She thought back carefully, but the original owner didn't have any impression of what happened on the sixth floor, because she used to live a very simple life, going only between school and home, and she didn't socialize much.

"How could he be so utterly wicked?"

He killed at will; it's said the world collapsed because he killed too many people.

Jiang Qiao inquired about a few more things.

Wen Yu also attends Qing Teng No. 1 Middle School, but he has been on leave for half a year and spends his days in a dark and gloomy room.

Therefore, he has already been affected by evil influences.

"Is there a way to dispel evil spirits?"

[Not yet, but the source of the evil energy is negative emotions. Perhaps feeling love could dispel it; of course, this is just speculation.]

Wangcai didn't receive a response from Jiang Qiao.

"Ah-hoo ah-hoo~"

Jiang Qiao was so tired that she was already snoring softly. She fell asleep on the bed without taking off her shoes.

Wangcai: ...Host's sleeping condition is as good as ever (^.^)

The night was so thick it seemed impossible to break through, and the fog outside grew thicker and thicker, obscuring the moonlight.

The room was eerily quiet. Suddenly, the lights went out, and everything went dark.

In her half-awake state, Jiang Qiao felt something approaching. Suddenly, a cold hand touched her slender neck, and Jiang Qiao felt as if she was being restrained and unable to move.

She knew that if she wanted to, this thing, whether human or ghost, could easily snap her neck.

"Wen... Yu..." Jiang Qiao struggled to utter the words, her vocal cords resisting.

The hand paused for a moment, then withdrew.

Wen Yu lowered his body. In the pitch-black night, his eyes were terribly red. This person really smelled good; a special fragrance emanated from her.

Jiang Qiao squinted, only able to see a pair of red eyes. His breath was very close, carrying the scent of gardenias.

She could feel him gently taking her lips into his mouth, his lips lingering and caressing hers.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain as he sucked the blood from her lips, his tongue constantly entwining around hers.

Wen Yu found her incredibly sweet, and he gradually became infatuated with her, even wanting to devour her.

Her lips slowly moved down, landing on his slender neck. Without a second thought, Wen Yu bit down, and blood filled his mouth.

After an unknown amount of time, the pain gradually subsided, and Jiang Qiao drifted off to sleep again.

Wen Yu stood with his head tilted to the side, his bangs still damp with mist. He had bright eyes, sharp eyebrows, and deep-set features. His expression was serene and indifferent, and his eyes had changed from red to black.

He looked at the wound on the girl's neck, frowned slightly, and bent down to lick the blood away.

……

Last night was quiet, and then dawn broke.

The moment Jiang Qiao woke up, her consciousness left the dream. She opened her eyes slightly, and the first ray of light she saw was a little dazzling, causing her to shed tears.

She recalled what happened last night and subconsciously touched her neck. It was smooth as ever, without any wounds. She licked her lower lip with her tongue, and there were no wounds there either.

Could last night have just been a dream? If so, the dream was far too real!

Jiang Qiao had been sleeping in a bad position, and her back ached. She sat up, supporting her back, and caught a glimpse of a drop of blood on the bed sheet out of the corner of her eye.

Then open your eyes wide and observe carefully.

This must be her blood!

[Ding-dong~ Congratulations, host, your strategy value has reached 18%. We hope you'll keep up the good work! *kiss*]

Jiang Qiao: ...Hehe (凸^-^凸)

The strategy points have increased. What does that mean? It means Wen Yu is a real freak!

He actually sneaked into a teenage girl's room late at night and secretly kissed her!

[Host, it's not about secretly kissing you, it's about secretly sucking your blood.]

He secretly kissed me!

【All right! 】

Stubborn to the end—

Today is Saturday, no school, Jiang Qiao can finally rest.

Jiang Qiao felt that there was one rule in this world that she really liked: there were three days off every week, and no classes on Mondays.

This is a great regulation that Planet M should learn from.

After Jiang Qiao finished washing up, she went out. There was no one in the living room, and there was no noise at home. It was 10 a.m., and Jiang's parents should have gone to work. It was just her and Shi Chuan at home.

She only ate a bowl of noodles last night and didn't eat anything this morning. Although she didn't have any wounds, she must have been sucked of blood, so Jiang Qiao decided to cook herself a big meal to make up for it.

But there was nothing in the refrigerator. Jiang's mother was quite ruthless; she didn't leave her any food at all.

Jiang Qiao only has fifty yuan left, which she borrowed from Shi Chuan. She still has a use for this fifty yuan.

next second.

There was a knock on the door of Shichuan's room.

Those inside had already heard the commotion outside. Was Jiang Qiao starting to accept him because of this?

"Click——"

Shi Chuan walked out with his head down, wearing a loose white long-sleeved shirt.

Jiang Qiao lifted his chin with her hand, making him raise his head, and then scolded him, "A boy should stand properly and sit properly. You're so good-looking, why are you always looking down? From now on, you're not allowed to walk with your head down. Raise your head to the ceiling, do you hear me?"

Shi Chuan blushed at her touch and quickly took a step back, but didn't lower her head again. "Mmm."

His skin was fair, as if he had never been exposed to the sun, like a bright crescent moon in the night sky, captivating without his own awareness.