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

"I'm fine, you...you go back with your mother first."

"But... your injury!" Jiang Yiqiu couldn't help worrying.

Yan Mingxiu became a little irritable for some reason, he braced himself up in pain, and wanted to leave this ghostly place: "If you don't leave, I'll just leave."

His arm was still oozing blood, and the clothes cut by the Taomu sword had been burned to ashes. Jiang Yiqiu couldn't help but turn his eyes red, and turned to his mother and said, "Mom, let's go back."

Although she couldn't see the ghost, Jiang's mother still shouted sharply: "If you dare to provoke Yiqiu again, it will be more than this next time!"

"Mother, stop talking! Let's go!" Jiang Yiqiu was afraid that his mother would say something to irritate Yan Mingxiu, so he hurriedly dragged his mother away from the small temple.

The dilapidated temple fell silent, and the wreath that Jiang Yiqiu wanted to wear just now was still thrown on the ground.

Yan Mingxiu didn't know what was going on in his heart, he reached out to pick up the garland.But he picked it up a few times, and every time he passed through his body.Looking at the empty palm, a deep sense of disappointment welled up in my heart.

That's right, I'm already a soul body, and I can't even pick up something.

He sat in front of the garland and looked at it silently for a long time.

I have waited for many days, but the black and white impermanence still did not come to take him to the underworld.After much deliberation, there is only one reason, the original owner still has unfulfilled wishes in this world.

But he died when he first came to this plane, how could he know the long-cherished wish of the original owner.

Yan Mingxiu sighed, stood up slowly, and wanted to lie down in the haystack behind the ruined temple for a while.

He had already eaten all the tributes on the table, except for a cold steamed bun.

It turned out that Jiang Yiqiu had just talked about half of one person, but in the end he still left his half to him.

Yan Mingxiu took the steamed bun and walked slowly towards the haystack.

The sky had already darkened, and a bright moon hung alone in the sky, which made Yan Mingxiu feel sorry for himself.

He wandered in the wild for half a month, and he didn't even have a person to talk to. Now he finally met one, but it was a human being.

It turns out that this is the taste of a lonely ghost.Yan Mingxiu looked at the sky, and subconsciously wanted to pull weeds to vent his anger, but he forgot that he couldn't touch or catch anything except the sacrificial food on the tribute table.

Jiang Yiqiu.I'm afraid he won't come here again in the future.

Yan Mingxiu silently remembered the name in his heart, and fell asleep drowsily.

Even though he thought so, it was rare for Yan Mingxiu to spend a few days in this deserted, ruined temple where he couldn't even see a ghost.

Because he had a full meal earlier, his wounds are almost healed, but there are still some thoughts in his heart, thinking that this little fool Jiang Yiqiu keeps saying that he likes him, at least he will come to see him again.

The garlands in front of the tribute table have dried up, and the fresh flowers a few days ago cannot escape the end of decay.

Yan Mingxiu's heart tightened, and he tried his best to hold back the tears in his eyes.Lonely ghost, after all, he is just a lonely ghost.

After leaving this ruined temple, I don't know where to go next.

Yan Mingxiu was wandering aimlessly in this deep mountain, but suddenly heard a sound.

This place is already in the depths of the mountain. I am afraid that only ghosts like him will come here on weekdays. How can there be human voices?I'm afraid it's a hunter who has lived in the mountains for a long time.

Yan Mingxiu was about to leave in a daze, but after thinking about it, the voice just now seemed to be the wailing of a human being, and hunters who can hunt in such mountains should not fall into the trap so easily.

Anyway, there is nothing to do, so it is better to go and have a look.Thinking of this, he slowly drifted over.

I saw a young man struggling to climb out of a dirt pit more than one meter high. Not only his strong arms were covered with wounds, but his neck was also covered with bruises.

It didn't look like they were here for hunting.

Yan Mingxiu glanced curiously at the basket the young man put aside, and saw that it was full of worthless herbs.

Not only are they worthless, but these medicines are also used for the treatment of ghosts like them, and they are weeds to humans.

Could it be that……

Yan Mingxiu couldn't see the man's face, so he could only speak tentatively: "Yiqiu?"

Jiang Yiqiu suddenly heard Yan Mingxiu's voice and thought he was hallucinating.In order to pick these shady herbs, he has spent the past few days painstakingly. He searched all over the mountain, and finally picked all the herbs in his memory.

In the end, on the way to find Yan Mingxiu, he stumbled into the trap left by the hunter.

He tried his best to raise his head, and actually saw Yan Mingxiu floating in the air, and blurted out: "Daughter-in-law!"

Yan Mingxiu turned around and wanted to leave, but Jiang Yiqiu's voice was filled with tears: "Daughter-in-law, I... I have also become a ghost now, we... we can be together!"

Yan Mingxiu's face was full of black lines: "Who said you turned into a ghost?"

Jiang Yiqiu managed to climb up from the pit, and he was a little disappointed when he said that: "Ah, so I didn't become a ghost."

How could anyone ask for death?Yan Mingxiu sighed, and took the initiative to check on his injuries.

This little fool looked badly injured, but in fact they were all flesh wounds, and it would be fine after a few days of rest.

Jiang Yiqiu looked at the way he cared about himself, and felt warm in his heart, and the wound didn't seem to hurt much: "Daughter-in-law, how is your injury? These herbs were all caught by those injured ghosts when I was young. Remember, I found you too."

"Shut up..." Yan Mingxiu really couldn't bear this address, "Who allowed you to call me daughter-in-law?"

"But..." Jiang Yiqiu pursed his lips aggrievedly, "I don't even know your name, so I can only call you daughter-in-law."

"Remember clearly, my surname is Yan and my name is Mingxiu, not your daughter-in-law."

"Oh, Mingxiu, Mingxiu." Jiang Yiqiu laughed like a baby, and leaned over again and said, "Mingxiu, let me see how your wound is doing."

"It's almost better."

"That's good." Jiang Yiqiu smiled even more happily, not caring that all the herbs he had worked so hard to gather in the past few days were wasted.

Looking at his bruised face and scratched arms, Yan Mingxiu couldn't help asking: "You...why did you do this for me? To you, I'm just a stranger. ghosts, not even human beings."

Jiang Yiqiu blinked: "Mingxiu, what you said is so complicated that I can't even understand it. But I know that as a man, I must do my best to protect my wife."

"I told you I'm not your daughter-in-law." Yan Mingxiu said with a gloomy face.

Jiang Yiqiu quickly changed his words: "In short, when I look at you every day, I feel very happy in my heart. My mother said that this is the feeling of seeing a daughter-in-law, and Mingxiu said... no, then it is not."

"Okay, I ate your family's tribute, and your mother injured my arm, so I owe nothing to you. Let's part now."

When he heard the last sentence, Jiang Yiqiu's eyes suddenly widened, and his eye sockets turned red: "Mingxiu...you...you want to go?"

Yan Mingxiu also felt a little bit reluctant, after all, Jiang Yiqiu was the only person who could talk to him for so many days.

But so what, Mother Jiang is right, people and ghosts go their own way, and in this world, his target of attack is the ghost king, not a fool.