Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 157 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 8

Although the Taoist priest was a bit greedy, he had learned genuine skills and knowledge. He neither cut corners nor cheated anyone. So, once Ni Qing put on the amulet, she felt that the unknown force that was pressing down on her had lightened considerably.

I can walk without getting out of breath or having a headache.

So one night, she went to the "Nightfall" bar again to make an appearance.

As soon as the men inside saw their regular customer arrive, they immediately surrounded her: "Ah Qing, it's been so long since you've been here. Have you been very busy lately?"

Ni Qing said indifferently, "It's alright, I'm just not really interested. I'll just come over for a drink and then leave."

Strands of yin energy caressed her hair in an ambiguous way, dangerous and sinister. Before long, the amulet began to emit invisible Buddhist light, repelling the yin energy.

Not far from her, in a dark corner, there was a tall, slender black figure. His face was pale, his lips were bland, his features were delicate and sharp with an aggressive feel, and his narrow phoenix eyes were full of violence.

It seems that the dead Taoist priest did have some skill; his ghostly aura couldn't entangle Ni Qing, making him extremely irritable and easily angered.

The waiter serving the drinks passed right through his body.

His long, bony fingers involuntarily clenched, his back teeth grinding together in an itchy grip. Damn it, he had to find a chance to take her talisman away.

But he is a ghost now, and ordinary people can't see him, so how could he have accidentally lost her talisman?

Lost in thought, someone passed through his body again. This time, Qin Boyue did not remain indifferent, but looked at the person—Song Ziyu.

The other person seemed to be just drinking for fun, still keeping everyone at arm's length. His outstanding appearance quickly made him stand out from the crowd, and Ni Qing easily spotted him.

To verify if she had imagined it that day, she immediately put on a sweet smile, pushed aside the man pouring wine beside her, and walked over: "Ziyu? What are you doing here?"

The way the other person emerged from the group of men particularly disgusted Song Ziyu, but out of courtesy, he still replied somewhat coldly, "I have something to say."

Song Ziyu's attitude was completely different from that day at the cemetery; it was more like their first encounter. Ni Qing smiled slightly, unconcerned by his indifferent attitude: "We agreed to have dinner together at the cemetery that day—"

The other person frowned and said strangely, "A cemetery? I've never been to such a place before. Why would you go there..." He was about to ask why he would go to a cemetery when it wasn't Qingming Festival.

The words lingered on her lips, unspoken. It was obvious without asking that she had gone to visit that person. So, she still had feelings for him. Why then did she say that her long-standing crush on him was causing her distress?

He never understood his childhood sweetheart's thought process.

He glanced at the man behind her out of the corner of his eye. Although the male waiters were vulgar and obsequious, they were decent-looking and were all waiting for Ni Qing to return with gleaming eyes.

Song Ziyu frowned: "Is there anything else?"

This impatient attitude startled the other person. Ni Qing took a small step back and said, "Are you busy? Then you can go ahead and do your work. I won't bother you anymore."

Song Ziyu thought to himself, "You've bothered me in so many ways already, why pretend to be all sympathetic now?" But seeing Ni Qing's lowered gaze and vaguely sad expression, he still didn't say anything.

Qin Boyue pursed his lips. The violent ghostly energy ran rampant, and the protective talisman had begun to heat up without anyone noticing. A large section of the talisman paper inside the pouch was silently burned away.

Ni Qing was completely unaware; she was still immersed in her acting.

She kept her head down silently, even turning her body slightly to make it easier for him to pass.

Song Ziyu didn't know what to feel. By the time he realized what was happening, he had already reached out and taken her wrist: "This place is too messy and not suitable for a girl like you. Let's go."

Ni Qing subtly avoided the question, appearing even more stubborn: "Ziyu, what do you mean? What's wrong with a girl like me? Besides, I'm not seventeen or eighteen anymore, I've already been married and widowed..."

Song Ziyu pursed his lips, a hint of displeasure in his eyes, but he said nothing and turned away, slightly annoyed.

They don't recognize a kind heart.

Qin Boyue had a thought in his mind, but the dark shadow still twisted and dissipated, disappearing from the spot.

He was going to find someone, someone who could see him.

-

Sun Yuruo continued her daily routine of going to school and being ostracized. Now that she was in university, she didn't live in the dormitory. Her old classmates had applied for the same major as her, and before the semester was even over, the news of her being delusional had spread throughout the entire school.

Everyone knows that she is mentally unstable, and she often shouts and says things that are incomprehensible to others. No one knows how someone like her got into university.

As time went on, she had fewer and fewer classmates to interact with. Although there was no actual physical harm, she could sense that she was being isolated.

So she moved out of the dormitory.

That day, she had just finished her evening self-study session and was leaving school to go home when, unsurprisingly, she saw several ghosts drifting by eerily.

She gripped her handbag tightly, feigning composure as she continued walking.

The hazy moonlight had a bluish tint.

It's 9 p.m. now, and a thick fog seems to have descended from the sky; you can't see anything within 50 meters.

She gritted her teeth and continued walking through the fog.

Just as I was about to walk faster or distract myself by playing on my phone, a red shadow appeared in front of me.

The woman had long hair that reached her waist, wore a blood-stained red dress, had one eyeball detached, and even her nose had been pierced through by an unknown sharp weapon.

She stood expressionless in the center of the fog, her remaining bloodshot eyes fixed on Sun Yuru as she approached. Then, she took a step forward, her bare feet covered in livid bruises, her fiery red lips curving into a smile, and drew closer step by step.

Sun Yurou's heart was pounding. This kind of red-clothed ghost is very rare and only appears occasionally. She actually ran into one.

Her voice was hoarse, her lips were bright red, and some of the lipstick went too far, making her look eerie and terrifying.

Sun Yuru paused, then turned around, muttering, "I left my notebook at school."

Seeing this, the woman in red floated closer and closer, revealing her sinister teeth: "The little girl's soul smells wonderful! Tonight—"

Sun Yuru closed her eyes.

Just then, the sounds around me disappeared.

She didn't dare open her eyes for several minutes. The young man, who had still disappeared, was holding a black umbrella and looking at her with indifference. Then he smiled slightly, and the female ghost seemed to turn around and run away.

However, it was all too late. The ghostly aura swept over them unchecked, tightly enveloping the female ghost. Sun Yuru noticed that the young man's dark shadow seemed to have grown even denser, and she was even unsure if she could see his true form.

The red-clad vengeful ghost was digested.

Sun Yuru's eyes lit up and she ran over: "It's you again! We haven't seen each other in so long, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Boyue tilted his head, a mischievous grin spreading across his face: "Do me a favor, go see someone..."