Quick Transmigration: Striving Every Day to Overcome Tribulation

Night fell like a heavy black cloth, completely enveloping the city. The streetlights shone dimly, like stars struggling to breathe in the darkness.

Jiang Fanye stood solemnly in front of Ye Fangshu's door, knocking repeatedly. The knocking sound broke the silence, carrying a hint of urgency and unease.

He frowned slightly, his nostrils flaring slightly. He had already keenly sensed a faint ghostly aura, which seeped out from the crack in the door like wisps of smoke, making him even more certain that there must be some ghostly thing causing trouble inside the house.

But he heard Ye Fangshu's footsteps and her reply, yet Jiang Fanye still felt that time was passing slowly.

"Captain Jiang, why don't we just kick the door down?" Zhao Xingzhu leaned lazily against the wall by the door, standing there limply as if he had no bones. His eyes were half-closed, as if glued shut, closing frequently, as if he were about to fall asleep at any moment. His voice carried a hint of drowsiness and nonchalance, sounding somewhat abrupt in the tense atmosphere.

Jiang Fanye turned to look at him, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"How about you go back first?"

When I was on a mission, I happened to be near this place, so I thought I'd come and take a look.

However, he was not the type to exploit his subordinates, and Zhao Xingzhu had done three days of work in a row and even accompanied him to see his mother, making him feel extremely guilty.

Zhao Xingzhu shook her head and did not answer.

Jiang Fanye didn't say anything, but took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and slowly raised his leg, his strong leg muscles taut under his trouser leg.

Just as he was about to kick the door open, it clicked open without warning.

Inside the door, soft light spilled out, illuminating a small area near the entrance.

Ye Fangshu's familiar face appeared before Jiang Fanye, her face carrying a gentle smile and her eyes full of surprise.

"Fanye? What brings you here? Weren't you busy? Have you eaten? Mom will cook you some noodles."

As she spoke, she warmly welcomed Jiang Fanye and Zhao Xingzhu in, seemingly oblivious to the strange look in their eyes.

"Mom, have you finished eating? I just had a mission nearby, so I thought I'd come and see you." Jiang Fanye said, hanging his coat on the coat rack by the door, his gaze tender as he looked at Ye Fangshu. There was a hint of weariness in his eyes, but seeing his mother brought him a sense of relief.

"By the way, this is Zhao Xingzhu, a newcomer to the bureau, and she's very capable." As the three walked in, Jiang Fanye noticed that Ye Fangshu was staring at Zhao Xingzhu, so he assumed she hadn't seen her before and quickly introduced her.

The room was dimly lit, and old photos hung on the walls, adding a warm and retro atmosphere to the whole room.

Ye Fangshu smiled kindly, her eyes narrowing into slits. "I've met Xiaozhu. He even told my fortune a few weeks ago!"

"Mom, what kind of fortune teller are you? Is something wrong?" Jiang Fanye frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

He pushed Ye Fangshu's shoulder forward, while secretly glaring at Zhao Xingzhu, his eyes questioning why he hadn't told him about telling his mother's fortune.

Zhao Xingzhu yawned, shrugged, and said innocently, "Oh, it's Auntie!" He scratched his head, recalling the scene in his mind.

It was a day off when he had nothing to do, so he set up a fortune-telling stall on the street out of boredom, but business was very slow and no one came for half a day.

When Ye Fangshu passed by and saw this scene, perhaps because she was kind-hearted and a little soft-hearted, she came over to have her fortune told.

The fortune-telling concerned the marriage prospects of her youngest son.

Regarding his youngest son's marriage, Captain Jiang once mentioned that he has an older brother who has started a family and settled abroad. He occasionally goes home to live with his elderly mother.

So, the matchmaking result is—Team Leader Jiang!

In my thirties, my old house is about to catch fire!

Thinking of this, Zhao Xingzhu perked up considerably, as he had figured out that Jiang Fanye had a male partner.

A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes as he secretly wondered who would become the partner of this worried old mother hen captain.

For no apparent reason, Jiang Fanye felt a chill run down his spine, as if a pair of eyes were staring at him.

He turned his head sharply, but everything around him seemed normal: the familiar furniture, the soft lighting, his mother and Zhao Xingzhu's figures—nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

He became even more vigilant, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, carefully observing everything familiar around him, not missing a single corner.

He leaned close to Zhao Xingzhu's ear and whispered, "Did you notice anything strange? That chilling feeling on your spine, something's not right."

"No, apart from that tiny bit of ghostly energy, it's so weak it's practically nonexistent. You could kill it with your eyes closed." Zhao Xingzhu replied nonchalantly, though her tone carried a hint of disdain, as if she didn't take the ghostly energy seriously.

But his eyes were also secretly scanning his surroundings, and his hand unconsciously reached for the magical artifact at his waist.

Zhao Xingzhu's casual voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but it carried just over to the dining table.

When the cowardly Su Su heard the word "kill," her body trembled violently, like a frightened little rabbit.

pat!

The spoon in her hand fell into the bowl with a crisp sound, which was particularly jarring in the room where the two were talking.

Su Su's face turned deathly pale instantly. She jumped off the chair in a panic and scrambled to hide under the table. Her small body curled up into a ball, but in her nervousness, her little feet accidentally peeked out and trembled slightly.

She was trembling so violently that the dishes on the table shook and made slight clinking sounds, as if accompanying her fear.

Such a commotion naturally attracted the attention of Zhao Xingzhu and Jiang Fanye, and the two of them looked towards the dining table.

Ye Fangshu followed their gaze, her face still bearing a gentle smile. "It's alright, she's just a child! She's rather introverted."

Ye Fangshu explained it casually, as if she didn't take it seriously.

"No, Mom. I was just about to ask on the phone, where did this child come from? Is there any child around here that I don't know?" Jiang Fanye frowned, his eyes full of doubt.

He had a general impression of the children in this area, and the sudden appearance of this little girl made him wary.

Zhao Xingzhu slowly approached the dining table, her eyes fixed on the small section of foot peeking out from under the table. "That's right! Auntie. Children shouldn't be so shy; hiding like that can easily scare people."

As he said this, his hand had already secretly grasped a talisman hidden in his clothes, just in case.

"I don't know where it came from, but it's very cute as a Halloween decoration," Ye Fangshu said with a smile, her eyes revealing a hint of affection for the little girl.

But she didn't notice that Jiang Fanye and Zhao Xingzhu's expressions had become even more serious.

Zhao Xingzhu's eyes narrowed slightly, and she subtly gave Jiang Fanye a wink.

Jiang Fanye nodded knowingly, a gentle smile immediately spreading across his face. He then began to coax Ye Fangshu, "Mom, let's go out. Azhu is more approachable; let her coax the child out. If we stay here, she might be too scared to come out."

As he spoke, he gently pulled Ye Fangshu out.

Ye Fangshu kept turning back, her eyes full of worry, "Xiaozhu, be careful not to scare her. She's still a child and doesn't understand anything."

Her voice carried a hint of helplessness, as if she feared that Zhao Xingzhu's recklessness might hurt the seemingly timid child.

However, unexpectedly, before Ye Fangshu and Jiang Fanye had completely left, Zhao Xingzhu swiftly and unexpectedly stuck the talisman on the coward's body.

The moment the talisman touched the coward's body, it flashed with a faint light, and the coward seemed to freeze, unable to move.

Zhao Xingzhu showed no mercy and lifted her up in one go.

In the midst of this turmoil, the hat and scarf that were originally on the pumpkin's head were thrown off, revealing the coward's true form.

Two flames burned in her pumpkin-headed eyes, burning fiercely as if in angry protest, or expressing great dissatisfaction with Zhao Xingzhu's behavior.

When the coward realized that his disguise had been exposed and he could no longer threaten Zhao Xingzhu, the flame in his eyes began to flicker, and then he became afraid and started to cry.

"Hey! Xiaozhu, why are you bullying a child?"