Quick Transmigration: Don't be the hero of the show

In a violent shaking, Yan Mingxiu slowly opened his eyes.

Something blindfolded his eyes, and there was pain from rough ropes rubbing against his wrists and ankles, and the tossing and turning made him almost nauseous.

where is this place? !

He tried to contact the system, but everything seemed to have disappeared without any reply.

The same situation happened in the system before. He gradually calmed down and listened carefully to the movement outside.

It was the hurried footsteps of several strong men.

He reluctantly moved his hands, and his fingertips vaguely touched the luxurious lines on the clothes, which was not something ordinary people could afford.

He already had some kind of ominous premonition in his heart, but it was still unbelievable.

After all, isn't binding his hands and feet just to prevent him from escaping?

Before he could confirm further, the turmoil around him had stopped.

Two able-bodied men forcibly took him out, walking on the rough road.

Cold, extraordinarily cold, although he couldn't see anything, the gusts of cold wind gave Yan Mingxiu the illusion that he was going to hell in a trance.

"Jie Jie Jie!" The crow's strange cry hovered above the sky, startling the flock of birds.

Yan Mingxiu couldn't help but tremble, what kind of plane is this set on?

Everything returned to dead silence, only a middle-aged woman's voice was heard: "Old lady, people have already been welcomed in."

"Well, help the young master out." The woman's voice was cold and distant, as if it came from the ground.

After a while, Yan Mingxiu was pressed by the two people around him to make some movements that he didn't want to do.

At this point, Yan Mingxiu finally understood where the unreasonable sense of fear came from.

The black cloth in front of him was suddenly lifted, and many lamps were lit around, but the light of each lamp was very weak, and when gathered together, they could only vaguely see the appearance of the house.

There seems to be no other redundant colors except white.

A slightly rigid old woman with a dull expression sat on a chair and stared at Yan Mingxiu coldly.

After scrutinizing him for a while, the old lady slowly said, "He looks pretty good, but it's a pity he's a man."

"Yes." The two tall men beside him responded in unison, hugged Yan Mingxiu horizontally, and walked towards the middle.

Yan Mingxiu's hair stood on end, and he looked at it intently.I saw that one of them had his eyes closed tightly, his face was as pale as paper, and he didn't know what was going on.

Could it be that? !

There was no time to react, and the heavy plank had already fallen.Immediately afterwards, there was a tinkling sound.

In an instant, they had nailed the only way out.

Thinking of the things lying beside him, Yan Mingxiu felt chills all over his body, and he didn't even have the strength to shout.I wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

This plane ended before it even started?He felt a deep despair.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Mingxiu suddenly felt his body relax a lot.

The horrifying scene before the coma appeared in his mind, and he suddenly woke up, only to find that he was still in the room just now.

But not inside, but outside.

He was standing next to the chair that the old lady sat on just now.

It was just dawn, and the night watchman yawned so sleepy.Yan Mingxiu didn't understand how he got out of there.But there is no doubt that now is a good time to escape.

He held his breath and was about to leave without anyone noticing.

Turning his head, he saw that the boy who was dozing off just now had woken up at some point, and was staring at his direction.

it's over...

However, the situation in the next second was unexpected. The servant watched for a while, then closed his eyes and dozed off again.

Does this mean to let yourself go?It shouldn't be, I have no relatives and reasons with him.

Forget it, let's escape first.Yan Mingxiu ran out in a hurry, but bumped into another person head-on.

It might not be appropriate to use the word hit, but to be precise, he passed through this person.

That person was the old lady from last night.

Seeing her coming, the servant immediately raised his spirits and said respectfully, "Hello, old lady."

"Is there anything wrong with last night?"

The boy apologized and said with a smile: "Everything is normal, the man struggled inside for a while at first, then lost his voice, most likely he has gone to accompany the young master."

"That's fine."

Hearing what the two said, coupled with the strange scene.Yan Mingxiu can probably understand that he himself has died and turned into a ghost.

Strange, it stands to reason that this should be the failure of the mission and being sent back. How could he still not return to this plane?

As he thought this way, the system sound that he was thinking about finally rang.

[I'm very sorry, the system is temporarily unable to connect to the host due to a failure, everything has returned to normal and the data is being transmitted. 】

The plot of the original work this time is so simple that it can be summed up in one sentence.

That was when the original owner met the ghost king after his death, and had a quarrel with him. Unfortunately, even the ghost king couldn't live up to the destiny, so he had to watch his beloved reincarnate and never see each other again.

Yan Mingxiu suddenly realized, no wonder he disappeared as soon as he came up, the target of co-authoring this world's strategy is the ghost king.

Since he is the ghost king, he must be in the underworld.Yan Mingxiu roughly deduced that it won't be long before black and white impermanence will come to his door and take him back to the underworld.

As he thought about it, he wandered aimlessly.

There are still many lonely ghosts like him. Yan Mingxiu was a little surprised when he saw it at first, and was about to go up to say hello, but the other party drifted past him coldly, not wanting to talk to him at all.

After several failed attempts to strike up a conversation, Yan Mingxiu finally gave up.

But he just wandered around the world for several days without even seeing the shadow of Impermanence in black and white, let alone a ghost king.

But these are not the point, the point is that he is hungry.

He was very hungry, very hungry, so hungry that his eyes glowed green at the sight of food.

After all, it was his first time being a ghost, so Yan Mingxiu knew that ghosts can also be hungry.Although ghosts cannot die of hunger, this state is extremely uncomfortable.

Ghosts can't touch what ordinary people eat, only the food sacrificed by family members can be eaten by him.

But the problem lies here, he has been wandering for half a month, and he has long forgotten where the family was originally, let alone the sacrificial food.

I wanted to grab a bite from the ghosts next to me, but the food was precious, and these ghosts had never met him before, so how could they let him easily.

Yan Mingxiu starved like this for several days, not knowing where he was going.

This day, he was wandering on the mountain road as usual. Although the hunger in his belly could not kill him, it was still very uncomfortable.

When he was bored, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of chicken soup coming from the front.

He can't smell the food of living people. Looking around, it seems that there are no other ghosts. Could it be that...

Yan Mingxiu's eyes lit up, and he quickly discovered the source of the fragrance, which was originally coming from a dilapidated temple beside the mountain road.

He has seen many dilapidated temples like this along the way, most of which were abandoned for a long time without anyone offering sacrifices, and there was no food at all.

It seems that today he is considered lucky to meet someone who came here to worship.

Thinking of this, Yan Mingxiu hurriedly floated into the temple, regardless of his image, he tore off the chicken leg and swallowed it.

Before he finished eating, he heard a voice: "Father, our... ancestor, is a man?"