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

After some questioning, the child sobbed and raised his tear-streaked face, saying in a still-weeping, childish voice, "I... my master fainted from hunger, waaaaah... we haven't eaten for so long, my master saved all the food for me, and he's starving like this himself, waaaah..."

Her little body was still trembling uncontrollably, and her little hands were tightly clutching her master's robe. Her appearance was so pitiful.

At this moment, Shen Ying also got off the carriage and happened to hear the child's tearful plea. She looked at Zhang Wei with a look of pity and said, "Why don't we help them?"

After listening, Zhang Wei pondered for a moment and then said to the coachman, "Give me a hand and help lift the person onto the carriage."

With the addition of the middle-aged man and the little boy, the carriage suddenly felt a bit crowded.

Seeing this, Shen Ying picked up the little boy without hesitation and placed him on her lap, even laughing and teasing him to try and calm him down.

Zhang Wei's eyes flickered, his gaze softening, and he said softly, "Let me hold the baby."

Shen Ying shook her head and said easily, "It's okay, the child is quite light."

But Zhang Wei insisted on carrying the child. He thought that on this bumpy carriage, Shen Ying was, after all, a girl with little strength, and it would be neither convenient nor safe for her to carry the child.

So the little boy was placed on Zhang Wei's lap.

For some reason, the little boy who seemed quite relaxed and comfortable on Shen Ying's lap just now became unusually reserved on Zhang Wei's lap. His little body was slightly stiff, and there seemed to be a hint of fear in his eyes. His little hands unconsciously clutched the hem of his clothes, and he looked at his hands timidly, not daring to utter a sound.

Shen Ying noticed the little boy's nervousness and tried to find a way to make him relax, so she started talking to him.

She handed the pastry to the little boy and then asked gently, "Little brother, what's your name?"

The little boy, holding the pastries, timidly answered that his name was Little Stone.

Shen Ying was taken aback, then asked with concern, "Little Stone, where are you and your master going? What are you doing here?"

The little boy's eyes reddened, and he said in a tearful voice, "We were going to a place to exorcise ghosts for someone. But we walked for a very, very long time, and we ran out of food. The master gave me all the remaining food, and he himself went hungry until he fainted from hunger..."

At this point, the little boy's tears streamed down his face, and he clutched the hem of his clothes tightly, looking extremely pitiful.

Inside the inn, candlelight flickered as Shen Ying, Zhang Wei, the little boy Xiao Shitou, and Xiao Shitou's master, who had already woken up, sat around a wooden table.

The table was laden with a sumptuous meal, its aroma filling the air.

At the dining table, Little Stone's chef was tightly gripping a plump chicken leg in one hand, tearing into it with large bites. His eating manner was quite unrestrained, and his cheeks were stuffed full.

His other hand was also busy, constantly picking up food from the plates on the table and stuffing it into his mouth. While wolfing down his food, he talked animatedly and eloquently.

"Back in the day, my ghost-exorcising skills were truly amazing!" he mumbled between mouthfuls of food. "No matter how powerful a ghost was, once it came to me, it had to obey and eventually slink away in disgrace."

Once, in that eerie, haunted old house—oh my, that place was really gloomy, pitch black, and strange noises would occasionally come out—people who saw it were so scared their legs went weak, and they didn't dare to take a single step closer.

"I wasn't afraid at all. Without saying a word, I went straight in. Once inside, I quickly subdued that wicked demon and made him obedient..." As he spoke, he proudly shook his head.

Seeing this, Shen Ying and Zhang Wei exchanged a glance and couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

This game world is a strange realm where humans and ghosts coexist.

In this world, ghosts wander through every corner, intertwining with human life.

Since entering this game world, Shen Ying has been incredibly lucky and has never encountered any terrifying ghosts that would frighten her or make her tremble with fear.

However, considering that her mission target was a terrifying evil spirit, Shen Ying suddenly felt that her "future was bleak".

Inside the inn, candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows on the walls, while the sounds of diners and the clinking of plates and cups mingled together.

Listening to his master chatting animatedly, Little Stone subconsciously looked at Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei seemed to notice his gaze and turned to look at Xiao Shitou.

In the dim candlelight, a gentle smile appeared on Zhang Wei's cool and handsome face, but in Xiao Shitou's eyes, the smile seemed to carry a hint of coldness.

Little Stone shivered inexplicably, his little body trembled slightly, and he quickly looked away, his heartbeat quickening involuntarily.

At night, when all was quiet, they stayed overnight in this quaint inn.

Little Stone lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, Zhang Wei's face constantly appearing in his mind.

Finally, he couldn't help but sit up, look at his master who was making the bed, and whispered, "Master, don't you think that young master Zhang is a bit strange?"

The master was taken aback for a moment, and said with a puzzled look, "What's so strange about it? That young man seemed like a nice guy, and he even helped us."

Little Stone frowned, clutching the blanket nervously with his little hands, looking conflicted.

He didn't know how to explain it, after all, he was still young. Although he had a special constitution and could sense some auras that ordinary people couldn't detect, there were many things he couldn't explain.

He only knew that the feeling of fear emanating from Zhang Wei was not an illusion, but how could he describe it? His little face was full of confusion and unease.

At night, the moonlight, like water, shone through the window into Shen Ying's room.

Shen Ying was fast asleep in bed, her serene face like a painting in the moonlight.

Suddenly, a transparent figure appeared in the room without warning.

The figure's fingers were long, slender, white, and translucent, like ice sculptures. They gently touched Shen Ying's cheek, bringing a faint chill, like frost flowers in winter.

Shen Ying seemed to sense something, her brows furrowed slightly, she mumbled something, shifted her body, then turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

"Hehe." The transparent figure let out a soft chuckle, its voice gentle and indulgent.

He gently bent down, picked up the blanket that Shen Ying had tossed aside, and carefully covered her with it. His eyes were full of tenderness, and his movements were as gentle as a breeze, as if afraid of disturbing Shen Ying's sweet dreams...