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

Shen Ying's face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe apple. She hurriedly scrambled off Zhang Wei, not knowing where to put her hands, and stammered, "I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, my legs are numb."

She glanced around nervously, but dared not look Zhang Wei in the eye.

Zhang Wei was also stunned for a moment before he reacted. While adjusting his ripped collar, he coughed lightly, trying to ease the extremely awkward atmosphere: "It's alright, just be more careful next time you get up." Although he said this, the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

Shen Ying wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground. She squatted down to the side, her back to Zhang Wei, and muttered, "It's all because my leg went numb at the worst possible time."

Looking at her like this, Zhang Wei's eyes were full of laughter, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a silent smile.

He paused, then asked softly, "How are you? Is it still numb?" His voice was like a spring breeze, trying to ease the embarrassing situation.

Shen Ying snapped out of her daze upon hearing Zhang Wei's words. She rubbed her calves in a flustered manner and whispered, "Much better."

However, her mind was not on her feet at all. Compared to the discomfort caused by the numbness in her legs, the unbearable shame she felt was the most unbearable thing right now.

Zhang Wei and Shen Ying stood quietly in front of Peach Blossom Ghost Town, the scene before them like a dream.

This place is so beautiful, like a paradise, that there is no trace of the terrifying atmosphere that should accompany the name "ghost town".

Sunlight poured down, like golden threads, illuminating every corner until it shone brightly.

Zhang Wei led the curious Shen Ying leisurely through the town.

Shen Ying's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she gazed at the exceptionally beautiful town.

The streets are lined with vendors selling a dazzling array of novelties.

Look over here, the exquisite ornaments meticulously crafted by artisans gleam brilliantly in the sunlight, every detail showcasing their ingenuity; look over there, the fragrant local snacks emit steaming hot air, their enticing aromas wafting in the breeze, tantalizing people's sense of smell.

The street performers' performances were absolutely brilliant. The cheerful music was like leaping sprites, and the graceful dance moves were like dancing flowers, attracting a crowd of onlookers. Laughter and cheers echoed throughout the town.

Such a lively and bustling scene is hard for anyone to imagine. Every night, this place is shrouded in eerie gloom, transforming into a chilling ghost town.

They walked slowly along the path and finally came to a beautiful, picturesque place.

Here, the grass is lush and green, like a soft green carpet spread across the earth; flowers are in full bloom, with colorful blossoms vying for attention, delicate and beautiful; butterflies dance lightly among the flowers.

Amidst this picturesque scenery, a small wooden cabin sits quietly.

The cabin seems to have grown out of nature, blending perfectly with its surroundings.

The wooden house is surrounded by an exquisite fence, which looks like it is woven from ancient vines and exudes a rustic charm. It is covered with unknown wildflowers, red, pink and purple, scattered among the green branches and leaves.

Along the fence, several sturdy grapevines meander upwards, their branches and leaves forming a natural green canopy on one side of the wooden house.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps, casting golden spots on the ground like a carpet of glittering gems. On the grapevines, bunches of glistening purple grapes peeked out, seemingly whispering tales of a bountiful harvest.

On the walls of the wooden house, lush green vines climb and twine tightly around it, blooming with delicate and beautiful flowers. When a breeze blows, the flowers sway gently, as if dressing the wooden house in a colorful floral dress.

Not far away, a tall pear tree stands gracefully, its branches covered with pure white pear blossoms like snow. A gust of wind blows, and the petals flutter down like snowflakes, covering the ground with a white floral carpet, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of flowers.

There is a small swing in the open space in front of the wooden house.

The swing ropes are woven from strong hemp, and the seat is a smooth wooden board covered with a soft cushion.

The swing is surrounded by flowers, and when you sit on it and gently sway, it feels like you are in a sea of ​​flowers. You can feel the gentle breeze on your face. Everything here makes this little house feel incredibly warm and unique.

In front of the wooden house, a white figure suddenly entered Shen Ying's line of sight.

That figure was like the first snow of winter, standing out in this colorful world yet extremely attractive.

The white figure stood there quietly, upright like a pine tree, giving a sense of being detached from the world, as if waiting for something, surrounded by a unique aura.

Shen Ying stared intently at the other person, whose hair was pure white.

Because of the distance, she couldn't see clearly. She only saw that the person was standing straight and quite tall. At first glance, Shen Ying subconsciously thought that he was a sprightly old man.

Full of doubt, she was about to turn to ask Zhang Wei when she was shocked to find that Zhang Wei had somehow become transparent, like a thin mist about to dissipate in the sunlight.

Before she could react, Zhang Wei's figure had completely disappeared from her sight.

Shen Ying's eyes widened, her surprise barely forming in her mouth before a white-haired, blue-eyed man appeared before her when she turned her head again.

The man had a cool and handsome face, with features so exquisitely sculpted they resembled those of a god.

He looked exactly like Zhang Wei, except that his snow-white hair and deep blue eyes were completely different from Zhang Wei's.

Shen Ying's heart suddenly raced with fright, and her voice was stuck in her throat as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, unable to come out.

Fear surged over her like a tidal wave. She felt dizzy, her legs went weak, and her body leaned forward uncontrollably.

Just when she thought she was going to fall to the ground, a pair of strong arms caught her.

It was a man's hand, and he exuded a chilling aura that coiled around Shen Ying like an icy snake.

Strangely, this bone-chilling cold sensation lasted only a moment.

Upon closer inspection, the other person's hand had become warm, the temperature of a normal human body, which was transmitted through the skin.

Shen Ying's eyes widened instantly, filled with undisguised shock. Her lips parted slightly, and after a long while, she stammered, "Who...who are you? How did Zhang Wei disappear? How come you look exactly alike?"

He parted his thin lips slightly, his voice as melodious as flowing water: "I am Zhang Wei."

Shen Ying's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

The man slowly confessed, a hint of caution in his expression: "I was originally a ghost sealed in this town. For countless years, I have been trapped here. A few days ago, the seal loosened slightly for some reason, which allowed me to separate a wisp of my soul to go to the outside world."

He paused, his gaze remaining fixed on Shen Ying's face. "After meeting you and learning that you were looking for Peach Blossom Ghost Town, I thought that this might be fate's arrangement, so I brought you here."