Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

Cheng Zhan didn't come to school the next day, but when he came back to school, he was going through the transfer procedures.

At that time, Jiang Mi was still in class, with an old-fashioned ceiling fan humming above his head, and the endless noise of cicadas from the trees outside the window made him a little bored.

Jiang Mi held the gel pen between his fingertips and played with it on both sides, with his arms half resting on the table. The head of the male deskmate next to him was tapped like a chicken pecking at rice, and he opened his eyes dimly from time to time.

The whole class was groggy, and the students who were studying hard were all trying to cheer up.

The voice of the chemistry teacher, who has always been known for his loud voice on the podium, was also a little depressed.

At this moment, a figure walked past the window facing the corridor.

Jiang Mi casually raised his eyes and looked over, and saw a white and indifferent side face, and lowered light-colored eyes.

That is Cheng Zhan.

Jiang Mi froze for a moment, and stopped holding the pen.

The people outside the window seemed to have noticed Jiang Mi's gaze, and their eyes glanced in through the glass, and then they stared straight at Jiang Mi's seat.

Cheng Zhan's side face and his eyes are half hidden in the dark, his eyelashes are trembling slightly, his neck is slightly reddened by the sun, his hair is curly at the end, and he looks clean and thin in a white short-sleeved school uniform.

At that moment, Jiang Mi didn't see his expression clearly, but was a little curious why he was in the school at this point.

It was just a quick glance, and then Cheng Zhan calmly shifted his gaze back, as if he just accidentally met Jiang Mi's gaze just now.

Seeing his figure disappear into the aisle, Jiang Mi didn't think much about it, and continued to look at the blackboard with his pen in his hand.

When get out of class was over, Jiang Mi, as the class monitor, just finished collecting class materials and sent them to the head teacher's office.

But when he passed by with a stack of papers, he saw Cheng Chan and his mother.

Cheng Zhan stood behind, silent.

His mother's posture was gentle and docile, with a calm smile on her face, and she was communicating with the class teacher in a soft voice.

Cheng Zhan didn't see Jiang Mi at first, and he didn't even notice that Jiang Mi had walked behind him.

Jiang Mi walked to the head teacher's desk and said without squinting: "Teacher, I have collected everything."

Standing obliquely in front of him, Cheng Zhan trembled slightly, clenched his pale fingertips, and put his left hand on his right arm, as if he had been taken aback.

The homeroom teacher glanced at Jiang Mi and smiled, "Put it on my desk first, thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Mi responded and put the things on the table.

This little episode didn't disturb the conversation between the head teacher and Cheng Zhan's mother. Before Jiang Mi left, he heard the head teacher say something, "...After transferring to another school, you have to keep up with your studies..."

Jiang Mi frowned, transfer school, does Cheng Chan want to transfer? Although he wanted to ask about Cheng Chan's specific situation, it seemed that he and Cheng Chan were not particularly familiar classmates. After thinking about it, he was still not ready to ask rashly. up.

The memory stops here.

In the following years, until Jiang Mi graduated from university, he never saw Chengzhang again.

But now meeting Cheng Zhan, it is the current situation.

The former high school classmates have turned into ghosts, or are they this kind of ghosts?

Jiang Mi didn't know how to react for a moment, but another fact appeared in his mind.

That was the fact that Cheng Zhan was dead.

Possibly even dead... very early.

The black air binding Jiang Mi's limbs had been loosened, and Jiang Mi stood in front of the bed.

In front of him was a smiling Cheng Zhan and the black air surrounding him.

Jiang Mi frowned, his throat became stagnant, and complicated emotions surged in his heart, but he only asked after a while, "What's going on."

The corners of Cheng Zhan's lips curled up slightly, the tails of his eyes turned up, his clear eyes had lost their former popularity, "As you can see, I'm already dead."

Jiang Mi took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions, "So, why did this happen?"

Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes halfway, calmly staring at the tiled floor under his feet, without any ups and downs in his tone, as if he was stating something about someone else, "If you were killed, you died here."

Cheng Chan seemed to know what Jiang Mi would ask next, so he said leisurely: "But the person who killed me is dead, all dead, don't worry."

Jiang Mi almost thought that Cheng Zhan was joking, worried, worried about what, worried that the murderer is still at large, oh, this is indeed what Jiang Mi was worried about.

But he was more worried about Cheng Chan, even though Cheng Chan had become a ghost now, there was no need to worry.

He half covered his face, and looked at Cheng Zhan, who was so natural in front of him with gray black eyes, "Are you trapped here now?"

Jiang Mi thought of a lot of things in a flash. If Cheng Zhan became a ghost after taking revenge, there would be no reason to stay here. Basically, all the ghosts in the haunted house were obsessed with obsessions that could not be resolved, as if they were bound by shackles. Generally left where it died.

Cheng Zhan nodded, "Yes, after they killed me, they invited some of the most famous scholars to lock me up. Unfortunately, they didn't lock me up. I came out and killed them again, but I couldn't leave the house."

Jiang Mi nodded to show that he understood. He was wearing pajamas, picked up his satchel from the side of the bed, and looked at Cheng Zhan with a cold expression, "Where is the lock?"

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The place where Cheng Zhan was locked was in the small attic on the third floor.

The attic was very small and low, Jiang Mi drilled in with a small flashlight in his mouth, and Cheng Zhan floated beside him.

As soon as the dust rose up next to him, when Cheng Zhan moved his fingertips, the dust died down and fell back quietly.

According to Cheng Zhan's reminder, Jiang Mi found a dark mark on an attic floor, wiped it with his hand, and could see the fine lines in it.

Jiang Mi twirled his fingertips, he knew this trick very well.

Basically, no one in this business will use this method to seal ghosts. This method uses their own blood essence as an introduction, and then mixes it with the flesh and blood of the deceased to consume the yang energy of the living person. Special textures to achieve the purpose of suppressing the ghost body.

This method is not only vicious, but also easy to return to itself.

It is estimated that he is determined to seal Cheng Zhan, and he seems to be very afraid of Cheng Zhan turning into a ghost for revenge, Jiang Mi thought.

Cheng Zhan squatted down halfway, and approached Jiang Mi, the slightest bit of coldness was tainted, he smiled quietly, his eyes flickered, "Why, are you going to let me go, in case I die without guilt .”

Jiang Mi took down the flashlight in his mouth and took out a dozen talismans from his satchel. He didn't answer Cheng Zhan, but just spread the palm of his left hand in front of Cheng Zhan.

"I forgot to bring a knife, please cut a hole in my hand."

Hearing this, Cheng Zhan stopped laughing, and when he didn't smile, there was a bit of coldness in his eyes, "If you have to hurt yourself to continue, then forget it, I don't care about staying here anymore. "

Jiang Mi glanced at him, "Aren't you going to help me, then I'll go down and look for a knife."

Jiang Mi looked serious and didn't intend to stop at all.

Cheng Chan paused, frowned slightly, and lightly stroked Jiang Mi's palm with his pale fingertips wrapped in black air. Jiang Mi saw blood before he even felt the pain.

"Thanks."

Jiang Mi raised his head to signal, and dripped his own blood onto the talisman.

Cheng Chan watched Jiang Mi's non-stop movements, and kept paying attention to Jiang Mi's wound.

Jiang Mi watched as the lines on the floor gradually became lighter. It seemed that the ritual of sealing ghosts had been going on for many years. The effectiveness of the magic weapon had already decreased with the increase of Cheng Zhan's ghost energy, so it was quite simple to unseal it.

Even if Jiang Mi doesn't help Cheng Chan unseal now, it will only take a few years for Cheng Chan to break the seal by himself.

After finishing the work, Jiang Mi took out a stone half the size of a palm from his bag.

The stone is translucent, and the red stone heart can be vaguely seen inside.

Jiang Mi dripped a few drops of blood into it again with his bleeding palm. The blood dripped onto the surface of the stone, and immediately penetrated into it, and the blood was sucked into the red stone core.

He looked at Cheng Zhan beside him, "This stone was given to me by my master. It is only one piece. It is said that it is used by humans and ghosts to form a bond. After the bond is formed, humans and ghosts share the same. From now on, if you kill someone I will know what you did, and you will be controlled by me, I don’t know much about other effects, and neither does my master.”

Jiang Mi paused, and continued: "I will help you out, but I also have to be responsible. Let's make a contract, Cheng Chan."

Jiang Mi knew in his heart that the more murderous ghosts are, the more difficult it is to control. Although Cheng Zhan was his former classmate, Jiang Mi also has to take this responsibility to prevent Cheng Zhan from hurting people for no reason after he is out of trouble.

Jiang Mi explained everything that might happen when the contract was formed, and he was also wondering what Cheng Zhan would do if he didn't want to.

But Cheng Zhan seemed to be nodding calmly, without saying a word, and even gave Jiang Mi a feeling that he was very happy, "How to form a bond."

Jiang Mi looked at the stone in his hand, "Please send some ghost energy in."

Cheng Zhan responded, and the ghostly aura all over his body spread out, strong and flamboyant, like...a peacock spreading its tail?

Then a wave of ghost energy was continuously sent into the stone, sending more and more.

Jiang Mi watched it for a while, then hurriedly said to stop, "Enough."

Only then did Cheng Zhan stop moving, staring at the stone, "Are you ready?"

Jiang Mi glanced at the unmoving stone, "Okay."

As soon as the words fell, the stone cracked a small gap from the middle, and then the whole piece shattered. The translucent stone suddenly became an ordinary stone on the side of the road, with the red stone in the middle Heart is gone.

At the same time, a thin red line appeared on Jiang Mi's left wrist, as if a red rope was tied to it.

Under the watchful eyes of the two, the red rope shook slowly, and the other end swung lightly, holding Cheng Zhan's right wrist bone, and a red line also appeared.

It's like a red rope tied between the wrists at both ends.

After a long while, the red rope disappeared, and even the lines were gone.

Although Jiang Mi was a little puzzled about the process of forming a bond, he didn't think too much about it. He just looked at Cheng Zhan and thought about it: "Cheng Zhan, from now on, you may be tied to me."

The corners of Cheng Zhan's lips curled up, his eyes shone brightly, "I'm extremely happy."