Quick Transmigration: Fate Trading System

When Su Xin arrived home trembling, she sat on a chair and took a sip of water, feeling extremely tired.

The fatigue came suddenly, without any sign at all, Su Xin shook her head and sniffed, she was fine just now.

Master Fourteen, what's wrong with me?

Could it be that he was entangled by some ghost?

[Host, you have a cold. 】

Alas? ? ?

It was freezing cold. Although the original owner was afraid of the cold, he was also very strong and had a high immunity. How could he catch a cold?It's unreasonable, she didn't go anywhere to have fun, catching fish on the ice shouldn't count, she wears thick clothes.

【Your body has absorbed too much yin energy. You should know that people and ghosts cannot be together for too long. Last night in very cold conditions, you came out to meet a ghost without wearing a padded jacket...】

No wonder I don't have a cold.

In the afternoon, when I went to wash my face, I felt that my breathing was not smooth. I already had a stuffy nose, cold sweat on my forehead, and my whole body was crumbling.

"Sister, what's the matter with you?"

Tong Qing discovered Su Xin's situation very quickly. Su Xin's whole body was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and he couldn't lift his spirits.

"It's okay, I'll go back and sleep for a while."

Su Xin took off her clothes and shoes and lay on the bed with her head covered, waiting for herself to sweat, maybe it would be better if she was bored for a while.

Tong Qing ran to the kitchen to boil hot water for Su Xin. Mu Qi was not at Su Xin's house this afternoon, so she greeted Su Xin and went back to her home, saying she was going to read a book.

She slept until dark and didn't wake up. At that time, Mu Qi had already returned. She was sitting beside Su Xin's bed, holding a bowl of porridge.

"came back?"

Su Xin was still not very energetic, her condition did not improve, but worsened, her voice became hoarse and a little stuffy.

"Well, it's been a while since I came back. Ah Qing and I have already had dinner. This is the white porridge I specially cooked for you. I don't think you can eat anything else."

There is no doctor in the village, and it takes more than 20 minutes to walk to the nearest clinic from the village, let alone going out now.

Mu Qi used his own hand to feel the temperature of Su Xin's forehead, and he really had a fever.

"Thank you."

Su Xin hates when she is sick, she has no strength at all, she clearly feels the cold, but also feels that the breath she exhales is so hot, the alternating taste of hot and cold is very uncomfortable.

Su Xin couldn't eat by herself, she couldn't even raise her hands, Mu Qi fed her porridge one bite at a time, the porridge tasted very soft and glutinous, and sprinkled some delicious dried radish, it didn't feel bland.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, Su Xin lost energy and wanted to sleep.

[Host, you have a fever. 】

Oh, talk to me later, I'm tired now.

The physical condition affected the mental condition. Su Xin didn't have the energy to talk to Fourteen, she was too tired.

Fourteen wanted to wait a little longer. If it really reached that critical point, Fourteen would take the initiative to use Su Xin's health to heal her.

Mu Qi looked at the sleeping girl, her eyes looked dim under the dim light.

The cold fingers moved on the fair face, from the corners of the eyes and brows to the corners of the lips, tracing them carefully, with curiosity of exploration.

An inexplicable feeling of wanting to be close, Mu Qi was a little confused, she should have done another thing, but she was so delayed.

Su Xin felt as if she was being roasted on the fire, turned over and over again like a skewer of barbecue, and could be eaten directly with some cumin and pepper.

Indistinct murmurs sounded in the room, and it could be heard that the master was talking nonsense, Mu Qi frowned when he saw Su Xin's distressed burnt-out state.

The slender and round fingertips accidentally slipped into the open and closed lips. Su Xin felt as if something cool was in her mouth, a bit like a popsicle. It was not easy to be cold when the surroundings were full of fire. Su Xin couldn't wait to catch it, so as not to let it slip away.

Mu Qi stared blankly at her fingers. Although the room was dark and there was no light on, it did not prevent her from observing the person next to her, nor did it prevent her from clearly seeing her fingers being sucked into her mouth. The temperature there was very high, as if it could burn her fingers, but it was also very moist and soft.

She felt that her fingers were being gently pinched, and that person was stroking like a treasure, neither pornographic nor vulgar, and the meaning revealed was very pure.

But later, the person lying on the bed seemed to be tired of the finger, and no longer held it tightly, but pushed it out with his tongue irritably, and said something vaguely.

The recent popsicle didn't melt, but became hot instead. Su Xin spat it out in displeasure. She wanted something cold.

Mu Qi slowly raised his hand, the fingertips still felt moist, it was Su Xin's saliva.

Mu Qi's eyesight is very good, she watched the small transparent water drop slowly slide down from her fingertips, flow into the gap between her fingers, and then drip into the palm of her hand.

Mu Qi has never liked to touch other people, let alone allow other people's saliva to stick to his hands, but today he is uncharacteristically not disgusted or disgusted.

When you close your palms, you can't catch the little drop of water, it melts in your palms and clings to the palm lines.

Mu Qi changed a finger and tapped on Su Xin's eyebrows, strands of black air entered Mu Qi's fingers from between Su Xin's eyebrows, and within a few seconds, Mu Qi retracted her fingers, and she He pulled the quilt, lay down and closed his eyes.

It's just that the fingers and palms hanging under the quilt are still rubbing gently.

fantastic.

When Su Xin woke up the next day, she felt refreshed, as if yesterday's cold and fever were just an illusion, she drank a glass of water after washing up, and then had breakfast, living a happy life.

Fourteen told the truth about Su Xin's situation last night and what it saw.

Su Xin thinks about it, maybe it was Mu Qi who cured her, and the wisps of black air might be Yin Qi. Mu Qi is indeed not an ordinary person, but she is definitely not a ghost. Su Xin can be sure of this .

After all, they had shared the same bed for so many days.The person sleeping next to him can breathe, has a heartbeat to eat, and has warm hands, how could it be a ghost, and Mu Qi also has a shadow.

But Mu Qi is probably not an ordinary person, if she is an ordinary person, how could she absorb those things from her body.

Fourteen actually didn't tell Su Xin everything, but just told Su Xin the key parts. As for the fact that his host is holding other people's fingers in his mouth, there is no need to talk about it. Everyone is more embarrassed to say it. It's not good.

Su Xin now puts Mu Qi in the No. [-] alert position, and Tong Xi in the second.

Yang Cui should not be, Su Xin's intuition.

Another more critical question is whether the team member knows that he is the team leader. If that person does not know that he is the key to the village, it will be very difficult to deal with. Some flaws will be exposed, or some precautions will be made, but if that person is completely ignorant and thinks that he is an ordinary person, the strange things that happened in this village have nothing to do with him, and it is none of his business that everyone cannot go out. That problem is even trickier.

"Sister, how are you? I thought you were going to be sick for a few days."

Tong Qing really doesn't like to see his sister's sick look. In his eyes, his elder sister should always be healthy and lively, and the weak elder sister lying on the bed will make her feel sick. He is very scared.

"Why, do you still want your sister to lie in bed for a few days?"

Su Xin joked, pinching his younger brother's white and tender face, the little Zheng is just so cute.

"How is it possible, I hope you will never get sick in your life."

"Okay, then I also hope that you will not be sick all your life."

The siblings bless each other, a little silly.

After a few days, what my aunt said came true.

Yang Cui died.

It happened to snow outside that day, the first snow this year, and there were many snowflakes, and it didn't take long for a layer to fall on the ground.

Yang Cui is equivalent to the pillar of the family, the leader inside and outside the family, whether it is raising chickens, ducks or pigs, or going to the fields and taking care of the whole family, she does everything.

Yang Cui is actually a very diligent housewife. In other seasons, she has to get up early every morning, first feed the animals in the yard, and then start to wash clothes, make breakfast after washing clothes, and sweep and mop the floor. She does all the trivial things, and she can be more leisurely in winter, but the laundry is enough for her to keep busy, and she has a very good reputation among others in the village.

She is a typical rural housewife, she likes to gossip, to be lively, to quarrel, to be fussy, but she is also very hardworking and able to endure hardships. If Su Xin hadn't heard Tong Manwen say that Yang Cui killed him, Su Xin would not have believed it. It was such a village woman who would brutally kill her own son with her own hands.

Yang Cui died in the well of her own home. Tong He got up that day and called his wife several times, but no one responded, but the other side of the bed was already cold, which meant that he had left long ago.

When Tong He got out of the room, he found that there was no breakfast, and whether the clothes at home had been washed. Only then did he realize that something was wrong, because this was the first time in more than ten years.

Tong He couldn't find it inside or outside the house, thinking that Yang Cui might have gone out. In this winter, Tong He found that the bucket at home was out of water after washing, and was going to fetch water from the well.

The water in the water is groundwater, so it won't freeze. Tong He found that the well in his house was open, and the bucket was still down. He frowned and planned to lift the bucket up.

He found that today's bucket was extremely heavy, even if it was filled with water, it shouldn't be this heavy. Tong He lifted the bucket up, and he was frightened stupid.

The bucket was obviously not water, but a person, no, it should not be called a person anymore, it was just a deformed corpse.

The reason Tong He was able to recognize the corpse as his wife was the distorted head. Yang Cui's expression was frightened, as if she had been greatly frightened. She kept looking up at the sky, with her neck and head reaching 90 degrees. degree of balance.

Tong He turned his head and vomited, but because he hadn't eaten, he couldn't vomit anything.

Although Yang Cui is a woman and not very tall, it is still very difficult to be stuffed in this small bucket. The scene is disgusting.

Tong He had no way to reach out to take out his wife's deformed body, because it was too difficult, she was just stuck in the bucket, no more and no less, without a single gap, this is not something a human can do things.

If Yang Cui was tortured so painfully, staying in the same bucket with the students, and then being hung in the well, these things could not be silent. Tong He clearly remembered that when he went to bed last night, his wife was still lying on her bed. next to him, but when he felt dawn, he didn't hear any sound.

But Tong He couldn't keep his wife's body in such a bucket. He gently closed the eyes of his wife who had been sleeping with him for more than ten years, and broke the bucket.

The corpse was wrinkled and shrunk into a lump, surrounded by blood.

The pungent smell of blood and the ugly corpse made Tong He's eyes turn red.

He didn't panic, nor was he afraid, just like a silent stone, he knew that all of this was retribution, and his retribution should come soon.

Watching one's own child die will shorten one's life, right?

Tong Manwen's body was still in another room, and the first seven days had not passed, so he could not be buried yet.

Su Xin was the one who heard the news relatively early. After receiving the news, Su Xin hurriedly took the two of them to Yang Cui's house.

What's the matter, the son died just now, and his wife died again, everyone gave Tong He sympathetic eyes, and looked at the corpse covered by the white cloth with strange eyes, it was not straight, it seemed Only half the look.

"Tong He, why did Cui'er die? Was she okay two days ago? She was still chatting with me, why don't you just go today?"

It was an old widow living alone, named Tong Yuzhuan, 50 years old, no son, no husband, the husband took his son out to work a few years ago, was fascinated by the colorful world outside, and never came back , the son follows his father, it's not a thing, and he also forgot the mother at home, and pretended that he had never stayed in this village.

Tong Yuzhuan has also been out of this village, but she has no money and doesn't understand what the outside world is like. She has thought about finding her husband and son, but she has failed. She is a rural woman and has no money. Culture, and accent, penniless outside, wanting to do something, others look down on her, so Tong Yuzhuan had to come back, from her twenties to her 40s, because she was sad and burdened, although she was Four is 50 years old, but he looks like he is in his 50s, with a sad look.

She is usually lonely at home alone, so she likes to visit and talk to other women. She has a good relationship with Yang Cui, and Tong Yuzhuo often goes to help Yang Cui.

"Sister Yubracelet, don't ask."

Tong He sighed and shook his head.

"Well, how can you not ask, how did such a big living person die without knowing?"

Tong Yuzhuo asked back in surprise.

There were not too many people in the room, only Su Xin and Tong Yuzhuo were there.

Those who came to visit before had already left, and they expressed their condolences meaningfully, and then left with a strange murmur in their hearts.

Su Xin asked Fourteen to describe to it the appearance of the corpse under the white cloth, and Fourteen said it was indescribable and directly gave her a projection.

Su Xin was also frightened by the horror of the corpse. The death was so tragic that she was no longer human. It made people want to vomit after watching it. It was much scarier than those horror and ghost movies.

Su Xin took a deep breath but didn't show it on his face.

This should not be done by humans, but by ghosts, right?

After all, no one can toss a corpse like this, as if it was squeezed by something. There is no such tool in this village.

[I stand on the same point of view as you. 】

Ghost made it?Could it be Tong Manwen?

It shouldn't be, when Tong Manwen left that day, it was absolutely impossible that he would go back to take revenge on his mother, and Tong Manwen said that there was a powerful female ghost beside Yang Cui, could it be that female ghost did it?

But that female ghost and Yang Cui are not in the same group, it doesn't make sense to cross the river and demolish the bridge, and it doesn't make sense for Yang Cui to kill Tong Manwen.

Many things in this world seem to have no causal relationship. It seems that there is no need for a special reason, but the absence of a reason is also a reason. In this world, there will be no love for no reason, and there will be no hatred for no reason. Yang Cui killed There must be some reason for the dead boy Manwen, and so did being killed.

Yang Cui died, and another candidate was excluded.

This village seems to have fallen into some kind of curse, and people died one by one, but those who died were people who she thought were insignificant, that is, people who were not in the eye, which did not help her mission, but brought more In these seemingly closely connected but irrelevant events, is there someone who is leading behind the scenes, just like the maze laid in this village, is it a person?Is it a ghost?

Tong Yuzhuan wanted to uncover the white cloth to take a look at the corpse underneath, but was stopped by Tong He.

"Tong He, what do you mean? Although she is your wife, she is also my good sister. It's fine if you don't tell me how she died. Don't let me take a look when she dies? This is too unreasonable, right? .”

Tong Yuzhuo is not a cowardly woman. Her experience made her feel inferior and sensitive, but her self-esteem did not allow herself to show these things. She looks very strong, but she is very easy to rely on others, just like her dependence on others. Same as Yang Cui.

"Sister, it's not that I don't want you to watch it. If you want to watch it, you can watch it, but you have to be mentally prepared."

Tong He had a cigarette stuck to his ear, he picked it up and put it near his mouth, he wanted to smoke but he couldn't light it because he was trembling, sighed, and put the cigarette back to its original place.

Seeing him like this, Tong Yuzhuan felt even more suspicious in his heart, so he lifted the white cloth off without hesitation, then covered his mouth with his eyes wide open, so as not to scream.

A disgusting breath spread from the corpse, those distorted limbs, if you don't look at the face, Tong Yuzhuo can't tell that it is Yang Cui at all.

"This this……"

Tong Yuzhuo's voice was so trembling that she couldn't even utter a complete sentence, she seemed to be very frightened, she didn't want to look at those corpses anymore.

"He was like this when I came together this morning. It wasn't done by humans, it's all retribution, big sister, I just hope that you will consider the relationship between you and my Yang Cui, and don't talk about it. I will put her in another room later, so that no one will see her again."

Tong He knows that his wife takes face very seriously, if everyone sees her dead like this, he will definitely pull his ears in his dream.

"it is good."

Tong Yuzhuo nodded in a trance, and she still didn't seem to have recovered. She looked at Tong He with disbelief and turned her head.

What is retribution? Tong Yuzhuan doesn't believe in these things, and she doesn't believe in Niangniang Yun either. She worships with everyone every year, but she doesn't believe it in her heart.

If there is really karma in this world, her husband and son should have died long ago.

"This is our family business. Eldest sister, you have read it too. She also knows what you want. Let's go."

"Absurd, really absurd."

But if you don't accept it calmly, what else can you do? Even if you scream and vent, can it change anything? People are dead, and it's not people who did it, but dirty things.

Yeah, ridiculous.

"Ning girl, you don't know what to say, do you?"

"Of course, Uncle Tong, where's Brother Tongxi?"

"He's still resting in the house and hasn't woken up yet."

"Such a big thing happened, he still hasn't woken up?"

"I didn't tell him that he was not in good health. Tweety always loved her. If he knew she was dead and died so badly, he might vomit blood and pass out. Her body is too weak. I don't know. If you are so frightened, can you hold on?"

It's rare for Tong to say so many things at once, she usually doesn't speak much, if she has to speak, she just jumps out a word or two, usually Yang Cui always complains that he can't speak, now that Yang Cui has gone, Tong He On the contrary, there were more words, but the person I wanted to hear was no longer there.

The news must be told, but when and how to tell it is another question.

"Understood, Uncle Tong, you have to hold on, the family depends on you, brother Tongxi and grandma, you have to take care of them, if there is any inconvenience, please let me know, I can help just help."

"I have a heart, uncle knows."

When Su Xin was at the door, she ran into Tong Ling again. For some reason, Su Xin always felt that Tong Ling seemed to be a little more haggard than a few days ago, and her face was not very good-looking.

"Lingling, are you sick?"

"No, why do you ask that?"

"You look so ugly."

"It must be too cold."

Tong Ling coughed twice and rubbed her face.

"Take care of yourself."

"Yeah, I know, two people died in Uncle Tong's house in a few days, and I don't know what happened."

Tong Ling sighed, looking at Tong He's house with sympathy in her eyes.

"Go back quickly after reading it. Why are you coughing? I'll make some pear water for you when I go home."

Tong Ling's father said in a hurry, urging Tong Ling, his concern was beyond words.

"Understood, long-winded."

Tong Ling frowned and walked in.

When Su Xin was about to leave, she heard a special sound of footsteps coming from behind. She turned her head and saw that it was Grandma Tong.

Auntie Tong wobbled as she walked, with a dull expression on her face. She grabbed Su Xin's hand with trembling hands, and Su Xin looked at her with some confusion.

"Grandma, what's the matter?"

"Tweety...run...run..."

Grandma Tong spoke vaguely, tears streaming down her wrinkled face.

"Grandma, are you feeling sorry for Aunt Cui, stop crying?"

Su Xin wiped Grandma Tong's tears with her sleeve,

Gently coaxing the old man.

Grandma Tong should have a very deep affection for Yang Cui. After Granny Tong suffered from dementia, Yang Cui didn't dislike taking care of her. Now that she knew something happened to Yang Cui, she still read her name.

"Run... run..."

"Grandma, what did you say?"

Su Xin couldn't hear clearly, the voice was too vague.

But Grandma Tong suddenly stopped talking, closed her mouth, and slowly moved away.