Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

Zhang Wei walked steadily ahead, his gaze sweeping lightly over the bustling scene around him, as if he had long been accustomed to the hustle and bustle of this small town.

Shen Ying followed behind, her eyes darting around, curiously observing this unfamiliar and novel ancient street.

The streets were bustling with activity, with vendors lined up one after another, their stalls overflowing with a dazzling array of goods.

The shouts and cries of vendors rose and fell, creating a unique symphony of everyday life.

Shen Ying was completely captivated by the lively atmosphere, staring at the sugar figurine stall one moment and then being drawn to the acrobats over there the next.

Her steps unconsciously slowed down, her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she occasionally let out a few exclamations.

As she walked, she didn't notice at all that there was a protruding stone slab under her feet.

Suddenly, her foot was tripped, and she lost her balance and fell forward.

"Ah!" Shen Ying screamed in terror, her hands flailing wildly in the air as she tried to grab something to steady herself, but it was all in vain.

She fell heavily to the ground, her knees and palms scraping against the rough surface, sending a burning pain through her.

Her once neatly styled hair was now disheveled, with a few strands falling down beside her face.

People around them cast strange glances at them; some were curious, some were surprised, and some couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

Shen Ying felt her face burning up and wished she could disappear into the ground.

She struggled to stand up, but frowned slightly because of the pain in her knees and ankles.

Hearing the noise, Zhang Wei, who was walking in front, quickly turned around and looked over.

What came into view was Shen Ying's awkward yet funny scene. He was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked towards Shen Ying and asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"

Zhang Wei used force to slowly pull Shen Ying up, trying to avoid touching her injured areas.

As soon as Shen Ying regained her footing, she cried out "Ouch!" and her body was about to fall forward again.

Zhang Wei quickly helped her up, allowing her to lean on him for support.

"Don't rush to use force, take a break," Zhang Wei said gently.

Shen Ying shook her head: "I'm fine, let's go quickly."

He looked down at Shen Ying and saw that her face was flushed. He said, "Let's find a place for you to rest first." As he spoke, he helped Shen Ying slowly walk towards the stone bench by the street.

Walking to the stone bench, Zhang Wei gently helped Shen Ying sit down, then squatted down in front of her, lifted her foot to check the situation, and said as he checked, "It's okay, it doesn't look like any bones or tendons are injured, but it might swell up. I'll go find you something to reduce the swelling."

Afterwards, Zhang Wei and Shen Ying went to the carriage rental shop in the town and, after some selection, rented a carriage that looked quite sturdy.

The carriage canopy was made of thick cloth, which could shield it from a lot of wind and rain.

The horses pulling the cart had glossy coats, were full of energy, and were swishing their tails and snorting.

Zhang Wei boarded the carriage first, then gently helped Shen Ying up.

The two settled into their seats in the carriage. Shen Ying looked around curiously, her eyes filled with wonder.

Zhang Wei remained calm. He gently patted the carriage wall, and the driver raised his whip. With a crisp "crack," the carriage slowly started moving, its wheels rolling rhythmically on the stone road, carrying them towards Peach Blossom Ghost Town.

The carriage swayed and rocked, carrying Zhang Wei and Shen Ying, steadily moving in the direction Zhang Wei had indicated.

Along the way, the sound of horses' hooves clattered, and cart tracks left shallow marks behind them.

The coachman sat steadily at the front of the carriage, skillfully maneuvering the reins, and occasionally shouting to urge the horse to quicken its pace.

Before we knew it, night had fallen, and darkness gradually enveloped the surroundings.

They found a suitable place to stop and prepare to rest for the night.

Zhang Weili landed and unloaded his luggage from the carriage, with Shen Ying helping him.

The coachman led the horse aside and found a place for it to graze and rest.

Then, Zhang Wei began to start a fire. He skillfully found dry branches and grass, and gently struck them with a flint. After a few strikes, he successfully lit a small flame.

The flames flickered gently in the night breeze, gradually growing stronger and dispelling some of the chill.

Shen Ying prepared the food, taking out some dry rations and simple ingredients and heating them slightly by the fire. Soon, the aroma of the food wafted through the quiet night.

The three sat around the fire, and the coachman joined them.

They ate while enjoying the tranquility of the night, occasionally exchanging a few words.

At night, Shen Ying lay in the carriage, gradually falling asleep in the warm bedding, the carriage quiet and peaceful.

Zhang Wei and the driver each found a suitable place to rest nearby.

At this moment, the surroundings were eerily silent, and the darkness seemed to be swallowing everything up.

Suddenly, a sinister aura quietly spread, and a demon emanating black smoke floated over. It exuded a chilling aura, its form was illusory, and its face was ferocious. It silently drifted towards the carriage where Shen Ying was.

However, just as it was about to approach the carriage, Zhang Wei, who had been on alert, suddenly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

He suddenly exuded an even more powerful and terrifying aura, an aura that seemed to come from the deepest hell, icy and bone-chilling.

Zhang Wei flashed and instantly appeared in front of the ghost, his expression cold and his aura imposing without being angry.

The evil spirit trembled with fear at the opponent's imposing aura, and dared not linger any longer, turning around and fleeing in a panic.

As the evil spirit fled for its life, it cried out in its heart in terror, "My God! That scared the hell out of me!"

Its ethereal form streaked across the night sky like a wisp of black smoke, as if it wished it could transform into a gust of wind and vanish without a trace. It frantically rushed towards the depths of darkness, leaving behind only a trail of eerie aura that lingered in the air.

Zhang Wei glanced tenderly at the carriage where Shen Ying was.

Then, he turned around quietly and returned to the spot where he had been resting. He lay down slowly, closed his eyes, and his cool yet gentle face gradually disappeared into the night as he continued to rest.

The carriage suddenly stopped, and the carriage shook violently.

Zhang Wei casually asked the coachman what was going on, and the coachman anxiously replied, "Young master, someone has fainted ahead and is blocking the road. This horse dares not go any further."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei exchanged a few words with Shen Ying and then got out of the car to check the situation.

The driver hurriedly followed.

Shen Ying didn't get off the carriage; instead, she opened the curtain and peeked out.

Not far ahead, a four- or five-year-old child was clinging to a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe, crying his heart out. His little body was sobbing, his face was covered in tears and snot, and he kept calling out, "Master! Master!" The pitiful sight would make anyone feel sorry for him.