【Comprehensive Anime】Gender-swapped Tomie is a popular figure

After reading the information about the system, Jiang Chuan Shang bought body-strengthening products from his previous savings (system store), and directly strengthened his internal body to his previous normal level.

After taking it, he finally had the strength to sit up, and he no longer had any palpitations or pain in his chest. However, in order to avoid being tracked by the world consciousness, he still retained the visible signs of coughing up blood and being weak, and would cough up blood when necessary.

I have to say that the medicines produced by the system are absolutely foolproof.

His body now belongs to him. The original Ji Jun had a heart attack when he had a fever last night and did not survive. He happened to come through the time tunnel and directly took his identity.

In this world, people will become ghosts after they die, so where will the original owners go?

To take over an identity, one must bear the karma of the original owner and resolve the wish, otherwise the karma will continue to entangle him. He also needs to find the ghost of the original owner in order to resolve the wish, otherwise he will sow bitter fruit.

After Jiangchuanshang adjusted his white kimono, he pulled aside the curtain and walked directly down from the bed.

Looking around, Jiang Chuanfang noticed that the furnishings in this room were extremely simple and empty: there was only a thin layer of cloth on the ground, which was used for kneeling; in the corner was an old wardrobe and dressing table, but no mirror; in the middle of the room was a small table with a small incense burner on it.

There was nothing else. The small incense burner was continuously emitting wisps of white smoke, and the unusually strong and bitter fragrance came from that.

The whole house was filled with this strange and strong smell, which penetrated every corner. Even above the roof, one could clearly see white smoke lingering.

Jiang Chuan Shang, who couldn't stand the pungent smell anymore, put on his clogs without hesitation, pushed open the door resolutely and left quickly.

After stepping out of the door, Jiang Chuan Shang took a deep breath as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

The fresh air rushed into his nostrils, as if injecting new vitality into him and making him truly feel that he had returned to the real world.

The incense burner was so choking that it was unbearable. Jiang Chuan Shang didn't understand whether the person who prescribed the medicine for the original owner wanted to choke the person to death or to exorcise the ghost. He couldn't possibly smoke away both the person and the ghost.

He looked around and his eyes finally fell on a pavilion not far ahead.

Below the pavilion is a pond of blooming lotus flowers, with lotus leaves swaying in the wind.

Seeing that there was a place to rest here, Jiang Chuan Shang naturally would not miss it. He definitely did not want to go back to that room again, so he slowly walked towards the pavilion and sat down gently.

Although he was no longer in danger at the moment, his face still looked a little sick, as pale as porcelain, with no blood at all.

His lips, which used to be rosy, had become dull and lifeless, with a pale pink hue. He also looked extremely thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

He leaned against the mahogany railing like a willow in the wind. His face was still as handsome as ever, but because of his illness, he no longer looked so aloof as usual. He looked so gentle that anyone could approach him.

Jiang Chuan Shang raised his arm and looked at his wrist carefully. He was surprised to find that it was unusually thin, even a little abnormal.

He kneaded it gently and easily touched the slightly hard bones. Not only that, his skin was so pale that the blue blood vessels were clearly visible, and his arms were so thin that only skin and bones were left.

He sighed helplessly, placed his hands on the apex of his chest and grabbed the clothes there. His cool palms pressed against his heart, and his handsome eyebrows began to frown painfully. It seemed that only in this way could he slightly alleviate the palpitations caused by the too fast heartbeat in his chest and the dizziness and tinnitus caused by lack of oxygen.

But he was just pretending, and his disguise was very successful.

After all, he is now appearing in broad daylight, and the world consciousness may be able to see him. In order not to be discovered by the world consciousness, Jiang Chuan Shang must maintain his own personality at all times.

It's just panting every three steps and coughing every five steps. He can act it out. Jiang Chuan Shang has conquered so many small worlds. As the god of conquering, he has already engraved disguise in his subconscious.

So now, he should be sick, because someone is coming. Jiang Chuan Shang's dark eyes flashed a trace of light, and then he continued his disguise, and now was the prelude to his illness.

Jiang Chuan Shang was thinking indifferently, and he looked like he was about to faint from the pain.

He gritted his teeth and complained inwardly: Why hasn't anyone come yet?

Of course, people arrived quickly.

Abe Haruaki, wearing a white hunting robe, walked slowly towards them with an attendant, with an upright posture.

When he was halfway there, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a thin and slender figure huddled on a stool in the pavilion in front of him, shivering all over.

Abe Haruaki looked carefully and saw the man with a bent thin back and his right hand covering his heart. He seemed to be enduring great pain and torture, and his whole body was shaking violently.

He thought he was being tortured by some ghost, but strangely, with his extremely sharp Yin-Yang eyes, he did not see any trace of ghosts or evil spirits. There was only the thin figure in the pavilion.

Obviously, this is just an ordinary human being, but his physical condition seems to be quite bad.

Abe Haruaki wanted to help. He exorcised demons and monsters to protect human peace. He couldn't bear to see the weak and helpless. He stepped forward and asked softly. His voice was elegant and firm:

"How can I help you?"

Hearing this, Jiang Chuan Shang, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened them. He slowly raised his head, and the long black hair that fell on his shoulders like a waterfall also slid to both sides. A beautiful face appeared in front of everyone, with his eyebrows tender and his eyes full of water, looking up at the person who was speaking.

But his overly pale face and furrowed brows made him look particularly pitiful, as if he would fall down at the slightest breeze. His lips were red from biting himself in pain, and the marks of his teeth were as red as blood.

The more I look at him, the more I feel that he is pitiful and it makes me feel so distressed.

At just one glance, Abe Haruaki couldn't help but be moved and an indescribable feeling of pity arose from the bottom of his heart.

Even if we take a step back, isn't there anything wrong with him just standing there and watching?

So, Abe Haruaki asked again, his voice much more cautious, "But what happened? Why are you in so much pain?"

Jiang Chuan Shang was in so much "pain" that he couldn't speak. The pain made tears well up in the corners of his eyes, but they weren't about to fall. His body was still shaking.

"..."

"I am sorry, young lady."

Seeing that he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, Abe Haruaki reached out and forcefully pulled the man's hand into his own to feel his pulse.

As soon as he touched the wrist of the "girl" in front of him, Abe Haruaki was shocked by the cold thin wrist in his hand. How could a person's body temperature be so low?

He quickly took his pulse and was shocked again by the chaotic pulse. After being shocked three times in a row, he became completely curious about the person in front of him.

He once studied the ancient medical books from the mysterious East, but due to his limited talent and lack of diligence, he only learned some superficial knowledge and skills. Now when he examined his patients and felt their pulses, he could only follow the methods recorded in the books to make judgments.

When he placed his fingers on the wrist of the "girl" in front of him, he was surprised to find that her pulse was extremely weak, as if it would disappear at any time.

He changed hands several times and touched it again, but the result was still the same.

Faced with such a difficult situation, Abe Haruaki had no choice but to read from the book and infer based on the description in the medical book: the "girl" in front of him might have suffered a sudden and serious heart illness.

So, he mobilized the spiritual power stored in his body without hesitation and continuously injected it into the other person's body, in the hope of protecting "her" fragile heart veins.

After the transfer of spiritual energy was completed, Abe Haruaki clearly saw that the trembling of the person in front of him gradually stopped, but he was still breathing rapidly, and it seemed that it would take more time to completely calm down.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to continue to mobilize his spiritual power, letting it nourish "her" heart and lungs like a trickle of water, hoping that doing so would help "her" get better as soon as possible.

Abe Haruaki's followers widened their eyes and stared intently at their master's action of taking his pulse.

Although he knew nothing about these strange gestures and contexts, he could tell from his master's serious and focused expression that the stunningly beautiful "girl" in front of him was obviously in urgent need of help.

So, he wisely chose to remain silent and not disturb Lord Qingming from saving people.

Jiang Chuan Shang was concentrating on feeling the continuous influx of spiritual power, and letting it flow freely through his heart meridians without hesitation.

Not long after, his originally pale face gradually regained some color, and he looked much better, at least his breathing had stabilized.

When he found that his wrist was still held by someone else, Jiang Chuan Shang quickly pulled his hand back, turned his head to stare at the person who saved his life, and asked softly: "...Did you save me? Thank you for your help, sir."

As his body had not yet fully recovered, Egawakami's voice sounded weak, and it was even difficult to tell his gender. Abe Haruaki and his entourage who were present did not hear anything unusual.

"You're welcome. It's just a simple favor. I checked your pulse and it seems that this disease is congenital and it recurs frequently, right?"

Jiang Chuan Shang nodded, "Yes."

Just as Jiang Chuan Shang opened his mouth to speak, he slowly stood up from his chair and managed to stand straight.

At the same time, his eyes were fixed on this "savior" and he began to look him up and down carefully.

The man standing in front of me was wearing a hunting robe as white as snow. He was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and he had an extraordinary temperament.

He wore a tall standing black hat on his head, and his long, shiny black hair was neatly gathered inside the hat. His face had clear contours, sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, giving people a feeling of both integrity and majesty.

However, the most special thing about him is his eyes, which are deep and charming, and the faint blush at the end of his eyes adds a bit of charm.

This unique temperament, which is a mixture of good and evil, is unforgettable.

After observing him from head to toe, Admiral Jiangchuan immediately had the answer in his mind - this person must be Abe Haruaki, the famous top Japanese Onmyoji!

Although he had guessed the other party's identity, Jiang Chuan Shang did not rashly call him out. Moreover, the Yin Yang Master seemed to be a little worried and confused, and also thought that he was a woman.

He suppressed his physical discomfort, propped up his weak body, and was about to bow to Abe Haruaki to express his gratitude.

Who would have thought that because his legs had been in the same position for so long, they had already become numb and completely out of control. In an instant, his legs went limp and his whole body involuntarily fell forward.

"Well…..."

Jiang Chuan Shang let out a short cry of surprise in panic, and seeing that he was about to fall heavily to the ground, a feeling of despair surged in his heart.

And at this critical moment, Abe Haruaki, who had been watching him, quickly stretched out his arms, caught him steadily, and held him gently in his arms.

After Abe Haruaki caught the sickly "girl" who fell, his first feeling was that this "girl" was incredibly light, as if she was even lighter than cotton and had no weight at all.

"Are you okay?" Abe Haruaki looked at the "woman" in his arms with a hint of worry on his calm face and asked softly.

Jiang Chuan Shang originally wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted by a cry-filled scolding: "You shameless man, why don't you let my Ji Jun go?!"

Jiang Chuan Shang heard the sound and looked over, and found that the one who made the roar was the maid he met today. He stuck his head out of Abe Haruaki's arms and happened to meet the maid's eyes.

Upon seeing this, Abe Haruaki said no more. He carefully placed the person in his arms on the ground and quickly distanced himself from Egawakami.

Upon seeing this, the maid ran over in a hurry, carefully checked Jiangchuanshang, and after confirming that he was not injured, she immediately protected him behind her and glared at Abe Haruaki angrily.

"Who are you to dare to tease my Jijun at the feet of the Emperor?"

Abe Haruaki's expression did not change, and he said calmly, "I am just an Onmyoji, summoned by the Emperor, and I happened to meet your princess here."

His followers could not bear to see their master being wronged like this, and they quickly stepped forward to explain: "My master came to visit this lady out of kindness, and when he found that she was unwell, he immediately rescued her. We are her lifesaver, how can you treat my master so rudely?"

When the maid heard this, she was startled and quickly turned her head, looking at Jiang Chuan Shang with concern, as if she wanted to get confirmation from "her".

Jiang Chuan Shang nodded slightly to show his agreement, and said weakly: "Yes, I suddenly fell ill. If it weren't for this Yin Yang Master's timely rescue, I'm afraid the consequences would be disastrous."

Seeing this, the maid was immediately panicked. She fell to her knees with a plop, kowtowed and apologized, and kept muttering: "Please forgive me, Master Ji. It is because of my poor care that your old illness relapsed. Please punish me severely!"

After saying this, she was already in tears.

Jiangchuan's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes revealed deep fatigue and exhaustion. All of this was seen by Abe Haruaki and others.

He looked at the maid weakly, with remnant tears still hanging on his curled eyelashes, and his tired expression was heartbreaking.