Quick Transmmigration: The Diseased Male Protagonist is Turning Black

I like you--

Will you stay here with me...

The feminine voice echoed in Wang Ming's mind. It was the first time he was confessed by a woman when he grew up so big, and he was still such a beautiful woman.

On weekdays, he hears most of the beauties calling him "rogue", "perverted" and "perverted". Now he heard a beautiful woman say "I like you" to him.

Wang Ming's excited heart was beating, and his ears were rarely red. He swore that he had never been so excited when watching the Eighteen Forbidden action movies.

"I, I..." Wang Ming grabbed the woman's lush white jade hand, stroked the woman's slippery skin, and looked at the woman's allure features, excitedly unable to control herself.

The fat man stepped on Wang Ming's foot under the table.

"Wow!" Wang Ming howled in pain.

"What's the matter?" the woman asked with concern.

"No... it's okay."

After being stepped on by the fat man, Wang Ming's head, which was so bewildered by beauty, finally found a trace of sanity.

He really wants to stay with this woman, no matter what the woman is, even if she is a female ghost, he is willing.

I feel romantic when I think about it.

When watching "A Chinese Ghost Story", he once met a beautiful, kind and innocent female ghost like Nie Xiaoqian.

It is a pity that he is a player now, and the woman in front of him is an NPC. If it is in reality, he will definitely stay and accompany this woman to develop a life-long relationship without saying a word.

But now, if he stays to accompany the woman not to enter the tomb of Wuhou, he will definitely be judged by the game as abandoning the game mission and then obliterated.

Wang Ming looked at the woman affectionately with his small eyes, with an expression of distress on his face. It turned out that the distance between humans and ghosts in this world is not the furthest distance. The furthest distance is between the player and the NPC.

"Well, when I finish this dart, I will stay here to accompany you."

Wang Ming gave the woman an impossible promise. He knew that he would return to the hotel after he completed the task and would not come to this place again.

Wang Ming touched the woman's jade hand over and over again, and he would not be able to touch it with such delicate hands in the future.

"Okay." The woman didn't force anything, she smiled faintly, and drew her hands from Wang Ming's.

Wang Ming reluctantly watched the woman's beautiful hands go away from him.

"In that case, everyone is in a hurry, so I won't keep you any more."

The woman turned upstairs, then disappeared at the corner, and the raised skirt flashed past like a butterfly.

Except for Wang Ming, Xia Linyin and the others left the inn immediately after the woman disappeared.

Wang Ming looked back at the corner where the woman disappeared one step at a time. After he stepped out of the inn, he saw that the originally clean and tidy inn suddenly became dilapidated.

The plaque on the door was hung crookedly, and the corners of the walls were covered with spider webs, with the bodies of various insects stuck to the spider webs.

There was a thick layer of ash on the ground and on the table.

Wang Ming rubbed his eyes and looked at the table they had just sat on. There was a mass of blood and blood on the broken and dirty plate.

The blood spilling from the plate snaked along the tabletop and fell on the ground ticking.

Wang Ming couldn't help but ran into the inn and took a look at the contents of the plate, and then a strong feeling of nausea surged to his throat. Wang Ming vomited out all the things he had just eaten with a "wow".

What kind of delicious roast chicken he had just eaten, but a raw rat with blood after peeling!

Looking at the filth mixed with rat meat on the ground, Wang Ming swallowed it again with disgust.

Wang Ming vomited dimly, feeling that he was about to vomit out his internal organs.

Hearing the sound of vomiting from the inn, Xia Linyin felt that she was going to vomit too. When she pressed down the acid water that was about to come up in her mouth, Xia Linyin ran to an open place to breathe.

After Wang Ming walked out of the inn with vacant footsteps, his mouth was swayed, and the group went back on the road.

However, Wang Ming was almost exhausted from vomiting, not to mention lifting a sedan chair, or even moving a stone.

Xia Linyin temporarily replaced Wang Ming's position and carried the sedan chair.

When Xia Linyin and the others left, the tattered inn behind them also disappeared.

Swirls of smoke came out of the chimney, and low-rise houses were nestled in patches, surrounded by green mountains.

A small village appeared before Xia Linyin's eyes.

As soon as she entered the village, Xia Linyin felt an unusual weirdness.

It's too quiet, and it makes people feel horrified.

Although there was white smoke from the chimney, the doors of every household were closed, and there was no pedestrian on the road.

Matchmaker Li knocked on the door of a house, and an old man with a crouched waist opened the door and ran across the matte paper with the same hoarse voice and asked, "Who?"

"Old man, we are crossing the road. It is getting late at this time. I wonder if we can stay overnight?" asked Li Matchmaker.

The old man leaned out, squinted his muddy eyes, and turned his eyes around on the sedan chair and the paper man. Seeing such a scene of welcoming marriage, his face did not have the slightest fear or surprise, but calmly waved his hand. "My house is too small to put the bride's sedan chair. You should go to the village chief's house. His house is big. There is no problem with putting up a few sedan chairs."

"Okay, thank you, old man." Matchpo Li said after thanking the old man: "Let's go ahead and go to the village chief's house."

The shoulder was like a heavy rock, Xia Linyin felt that the shoulder was no longer her own, and she squeezed a word out of her teeth with difficulty, "Matchmaker Li, was the old man a ghost or a ghost?"

"Of course the old man is a human. There are so many ghosts in the world." Li Matchmaker said with a shampoo.

"But—" Li Matchmaker turned around, "This village is indeed not an ordinary village, but a tomb-keeping village."

Shou tomb village? Do you guard the village of the tomb of King Wuhou? No wonder this village feels so strange.

The village chief’s house is easy to find, and that’s the one with the tallest and largest houses in the village.

After expressing his intentions to the village head, the village head showed a very warm welcome to Xia Linyin and the others, and he opened up a table of good food and regarded Xia Linyin and the others as guests.

"There is no good food in the country, and if you don't serve well, please Haihan." The village chief toasted.

"The village chief is polite, we are all embarrassed if this table is full of fish and meat." Matchmaker Li gave a soft smile and toasted the village chief a glass of wine.

Xia Linyin and the others also raised their glasses and gestured.

Xia Linyin took a small sip and put down the wine glass. There was a fiery pain in her shoulder, and her skin was probably worn out.

Do you want to carry the sedan chair into the tomb of Wuhou all the time? When something really happened then, wouldn't they have no strength at all and couldn't lift their hands.

Xia Linyin was a little worried.

Hearing what Li Matchmaker said, the village head smiled happily: "Haha! Then everyone eat more!"

Wang Ming looked at the people who were eating deliciously with a bitter expression on his face, and a feeling of hunger came from his belly, but the dead rat before made him have a psychological shadow.

Especially the fat man, gorging himself like a wolf, snoring while drinking the soup.

Seeing everyone eating happily, the village head put down his chopsticks and turned his head towards the back of the curtain and called out, "Axiang, there is a distinguished guest coming to the door, so why don't you come out to help Dad entertain."