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

"What are you here for?"

Fu Huaihan finally took on a serious expression between his brows and eyes.

Cheng Zhan raised his eyes. He and this stinking guy had no intention of chatting at all, but opened his lips calmly and said, "Ghost King?"

Fu Huaihan laughed, and regained his previous domineering posture.

"It seems that you have heard my name."

Cheng Zhan didn't continue to answer the phone anymore.

And Jiang Mi didn't know what to say. In order to confirm the answer, he reported the address of Hu Zheng's house before, and confronted Fu Huaihan in person. He let out a low voice through his mask, and looked coldly at him with his gray-black left eye. Passing over, "Did the girl from that family die in your hands?"

Fu Huaihan didn't care about such trivial matters, nor was he afraid. He didn't even bother to hide Jiang Mi's questioning. The life and death of the victimized girl was even more irrelevant to him.

Over the years, too many people have died at his hands, would he still care about one or two.

Fu Huaihan's neck was slightly raised, and his tone was wanton, "It's me, so what."

Jiang Mi lowered his eyes, suppressed his emotions, raised his hand and slowly tightened the ear mask with his fingertips. He never thought that this order would end so soon.

Jiang Mi's gray-black left eye looked at the past again, the eyelashes were raised, the light in his eyes was cold, and there was no fluctuation in his tone, "It's really nothing, just thinking that my 20 will be available soon."

Fu Huaihan naturally couldn't understand what Jiang Mi was talking about, but he didn't care what the ants said, he just glanced at Cheng Chan who was aside, and frowned, "You are obviously the same as me, why did you help a warlock to deal with me? ..."

Fu Huaihan changed the subject, and continued: "But as long as you give in now and kill that warlock, I can accept you switching to me, how about it."

Cheng Zhan ignored Fu Huaihan and only turned to look at Jiang Mi behind him.

After the two made eye contact, Jiang Mi took out a dozen talismans from his satchel.

Cheng Zhan raised his eyes, his body moved, and the strong and strong ghost energy gathered behind him like an iron thorn. He rushed towards the place where Fu Huaihan was standing, as fast as a black shadow.

At the same time, the talisman in Jiang Mi's hand flew out and approached Jiang Man.

When Cheng Zhan instantly shattered the floor under Fu Huaihan's feet and the black air exploded, Jiang Man was dragged away by the talisman.

Jiang Mi dodges with the sleepy Jiang Man, and retreats through the wide open window.

At this time, Fu Huaihan hadn't fallen in love with Jiang Man yet. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Jiang Man being taken away by Jiang Mi, and he didn't chase after him. In fact, he had no time to chase after her.

Fu Huaihan couldn't dodge in time, the ghost body was hit by Cheng Zhan and smashed into several walls behind him. He had a rare shiver, half of his arm slowly began to go numb, and a slight coldness snaked up between the muscles and bones.

This is also the only time in the decades since Fu Huaihan felt threatened.

When Fu Huaihan turned into a ghost, he wasn't very strong at the beginning. After he found a shortcut to increase the ghost energy by impregnating women with ghost fetuses, he gradually gained the strength he has today.

But the guy in front of him obviously doesn't look like he has been a ghost for many years, why is it like this...

Just as Fu Huaihan thought of this, a pale hand passed through the place in front of him where the stones were piled up and the dust and smoke were everywhere.

Cheng Zhan stretched out his hand to grab the edge of the broken wall above his head, raised his foot and walked over unhindered from the place where debris and stones accumulated, making a piercing sound. In the dark night, his eyes were also full of coldness. Meaning, the eyes are very shallow.

When Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes and saw Fu Huaihan standing against the wall not far away, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, with a smile on his face, and his voice penetrated the darkness with an intriguing hoarseness.

"You are really easy for me to find."

Fu Huaihan flinched a little in his heart, but he still gritted his teeth and rushed straight over.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind.

kill him!

Kill this guy in front of you!

Fu Huaihan's ghost energy burst out of the ground, locked Cheng Chan's ankle tightly, and fixed him in place. At this moment, Fu Huaihan's nails swelled and rushed towards Cheng Chan, trying to tear him apart.

Fu Huaihan felt the sticky flesh and blood in his right hand. In the dark, although the belt was a little blurry, he was still happy. It seemed that he really touched that guy.

After his abdomen was broken, he withdrew his right hand and looked down, but there was nothing in his hand. It stands to reason that there would be blood from a ghost at this time, and there was no corpse of a ghost lying down in front of him.

In just an instant, Fu Huaihan reacted quickly, his pupils tightened, and he immediately avoided it.

But it was still a step too late.

Cheng Zhan stood still, holding the bloody right arm that had just been torn from Fu Huaihan's body in his hand.

This stuff really stinks, blood stinks.

As a ghost with an insensitive sense of smell, Cheng Zhan frowned slightly.

Ah, what a disgusting bug.

With a flick of Cheng Zhan's fingertips, the severed limb was thrown aside, the patience in his eyes gradually lost, and the black air cleaned up the residual blood on his hand.

"What are you hiding?"

Cheng Zhan's tone was bored.

Fu Huaihan's chest was heaving, his blood-red eyes were trembling, and blood was spattered on his strange face. He pressed his injured shoulder, feeling panic in his heart.

If the ghost is injured by the ghost, it will also hurt. Although the pain is not strong, it still makes them suffer.

Fu Huaihan gritted his teeth, "Why, why did you do this..."

He is still puzzled by Cheng Zhan's actions. To him, Cheng Zhan is the same thing as him, they are all rats coming out of the stinky gutter, a nest of snakes and rats, why Cheng Zhan wants to help a warlock deal with him.

Fu Huaihan clearly understood that a ghost like Cheng Zhan is definitely not a good person, and it is impossible that he has not killed someone.

"You're not a good thing either, huh." Fu Huaihan sneered sarcastically, "What do you think you are, do you want to avenge those dead people, what are you pretending to do, don't you have blood on your hands!"

Cheng Zhan raised his eyes calmly and looked over, turned his wrist self-consciously, and his joints creaked, but he didn't pay attention to Fu Huaihan at all.

"To shut up."

Cheng Chan stepped on the gravel and sundries under his feet, and walked over as casually as if walking in a garden.

Fu Huaihan's body tensed up, cold sweat dripped from his face, he had to get out of here first, out of here first...he thought subconsciously.

This guy didn't take himself seriously from the beginning, Fu Huaihan reacted belatedly, he clenched his teeth.

At this moment, Jiang Mi was lifted by the talisman, and stepped in through the broken window lattice.

Jiang Mi looked at the ruins and piles of rubble under his feet.

He could hear the huge movements just now, but the situation was a little more serious than he had imagined. After he settled the sleepy Jiang Man properly, he quickly came over.

Jiang Mi frowned, the dust raised in the house made him cough a few times.

Jiang Mi took a step to pass through the broken walls in front of him. These walls seemed to be pierced through.

He couldn't help but feel a little worried. Although Jiang Mi knew that Cheng Zhan was very strong, he was facing Fu Huaihan, the hero of the original book. Although he claimed to be the ghost king, he was definitely not that easy to deal with.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mi stepped up his pace.

With the help of a little moonlight, Jiang Mi was able to see the road under his feet clearly, so as not to fall.

Jiang Mi walked all the way in the dark, and smelled the familiar stench from a distance.

Jiang Mi squeezed the mask on the bridge of his nose tightly.

found it.

Jiang Mi leaned over the broken wall and saw Cheng Zhan with a calm face, standing there seemingly unharmed, looking at Fu Huaihan beside him.

With a broken arm, things weren't so good.

Cheng Zhan, who was full of disgust, didn't notice Jiang Mi's sudden appearance. When Jiang Mi appeared, Cheng Zhan subconsciously lowered his eyes quickly to check whether there was any stench of blood left on his body.

He hoped that what he left for Jiang Mi would always be a good impression.

Fu Huaihan also saw Jiang Mi's appearance.

Turnaround, this is a turnaround.

Fu Huaihan's mind has never been spinning so fast at any moment. He subconsciously understands that Jiang Mi is the key to the matter, the weakness, the weakness of the monster in front of him!

In his eyes, Cheng Zhan has become a monster through and through.

His mind was spinning faster now, and his movements were also a little faster.

Fu Huaihan came behind Jiang Mi almost instantly, and he strangled Jiang Mi's throat with his intact left arm.

Although Jiang Mi is a sorcerer who can use magic weapons, he is still an ordinary person without ability after all. Fu Huaihan does not believe that it is Jiang Mi's quick movements or his ghostly aura.

Fu Huaihan's eyes closely watched Jiang Mi's every move, and he thought in his heart that as long as Jiang Mi dared to move, he would kill Jiang Mi immediately.

At this time, Jiang Mi didn't think about the panic feeling of imminent disaster, he just wanted to vomit.

Still want to cry.

Fuck, it really stinks.

And this guy is right behind him.

Jiang Mi couldn't bear it any longer, his peach blossom eyes were full of tears, the circles of his eyes were red, and even the tip of his straight nose was flushed.

Cheng Zhan was indeed in a daze at that moment, otherwise Fu Huaihan wouldn't be able to get close to Jiang Mi.

Jiang Mi looked up with red eyes, and then his pupils shrank.

Although Jiang Mi couldn't bear the stink, but at this moment there were more important things than this.

Cheng Zhan, who was in the distance, stopped in place without moving, his eyes were lowered, and he was hidden in the dark, unable to see his expression, and the hazy night shone on the corners of his lips and jaw outside the window.

From a distance, it looks like a cold and hard stone sculpture.

Perhaps because of the bond between the two, Jiang Mi could actually sense that something was wrong with Cheng Chan.

Jiang Mi's heart trembled because of this repressed, violent and violent emotion that was about to come out, but Jiang Mi knew that it did not come from himself, but from Cheng Zhan.

This situation is very similar to when Jiang Mi's right arm was injured last time, even stronger than last time.

Jiang Mi couldn't even care about the smelly guy behind him, he had to... he had to, he had to control Cheng Zhan so that he wouldn't go crazy.

Jiang Mi has yin and yang eyes, and ghosts who touch him cannot use ghost energy, but Fu Huaihan obviously doesn't know this.

Now that Fu Huaihan has lost his right arm and has no ghostly blessing, he is equivalent to an ordinary person.

Jiang Mi seized the opportunity, grabbed Fu Huaihan's left arm around his neck, and threw it hard. After all, besides teaching Jiang Mi the method of exorcising ghosts, Master also taught Jiang Mi the art of self-defense.

The moment he was thrown, Fu Huaihan immediately wanted to use the ghost energy, but found that he couldn't use it at all. His mind was only filled with one thought, why.

Fu Huaihan was thrown to the ground, and the situation was reversed.

Jiang Mi pressed Fu Huaihan with his arms, and put him down on the gravel ground. The wound on Jiang Mi's right arm, which had been bandaged for only a few days, now oozes blood again, staining the white gauze.

Jiang Mi raised his head and called out, "Cheng Zhan."

The people in the distance moved, and Cheng Zhan came out from the darkness, looking at Jiang Mi's bleeding right arm.

Jiang Mi followed his gaze and smiled with red eye circles, "It's okay."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Mi was helped to the side by a gentle black support.

But Fu Huaihan next to him didn't have this kind of treatment, he was suddenly hung upside down by the black energy, and the coercion from Cheng Zhan's body was exerted on him, which could almost crush the large and small bones on his ghost body, like grinding powder machine.

Cheng Zhan didn't do it himself at all, and directly penetrated Fu Huaihan's ghost body with black air.

Fu Huaihan wailed in pain and coughed up a lot of blood.

Although Jiang Mi knew that the hero in the original book would not die so easily, killing Fu Huaihan now would be tantamount to stimulating Cheng Zhan's emotions that were already on the verge of losing control, and Jiang Mi originally thought of capturing Fu Huaihan alive.

Jiang Mi took a few steps forward and grabbed Cheng Zhan's hand with his uninjured left hand, as if holding a cold and hard stone.

"Cheng Zhan, calm down."

Jiang Mi frowned, took the mask on and said.

At this time, there was a rumbling thunder in the night sky outside the window, and shocking lightning appeared in the tumbling black clouds.

At that moment, lightning penetrated in and completely illuminated the house.

Jiang Mi also saw Cheng Zhan's face clearly, pale, expressionless, without any emotion, standing on top of the ruins, like a dead body.

"Cheng Zhan..."

But Jiang Mi still held Cheng Zhan's hand firmly. At this moment, he didn't know whether Cheng Zhan's consciousness was still clear, and whether he could still recognize himself.

But fortunately, Cheng Zhan still seems to remember that Jiang Mi cannot be hurt, and he has to listen to him.

Cheng Zhan loosened the restraint on Fu Huaihan.

Jiang Mi looked at Fu Huaihan who was dying at the bottom of his feet, and then took out a small iron ball in the satchel. The iron ball was surrounded by golden patterns.

Jiang Mi pressed the switch, turned on the iron ball, and approached Fu Huaihan.

He reached out and stuck the talisman on Fu Huaihan's body, Fu Huaihan turned into a small ball of ghost energy, Jiang Mi picked up the black energy and stuffed it into the iron ball.

The switch of the iron ball was closed, and Fu Huaihan was swallowed in it, and everything returned to nothing except the mess all over the floor.

Finally, I can give an explanation for these things.

At this time, the torrential rain that had been brewing outside the window for most of the night also fell.

Bean-sized raindrops hit the ground and the branches and leaves of trees, and there was a clattering sound.

The wind with moist moisture blows in obliquely, wrapped in fine rain.

The inside of the house is equivalent to hollowed out at this time, and the wind is everywhere.

Jiang Mi glanced outside, Jiang Man was properly placed in a safe place by him, so he was not worried at this time.

He was more worried about the person in front of him.

Jiang Mi raised his left hand and lightly touched Cheng Chan's cold face, "Cheng Chan."

The person under his hand raised his head like a puppet, and then Cheng Zhan turned into a puff of black air and disappeared in front of Jiang Mi.

But in the next moment, Jiang Mi noticed a slight sound behind him.

There was a cold and soft touch on his neck, which was the place Fu Huaihan had just surrounded.

Jiang Mi didn't move, he knew that Cheng Chan would not hurt him, he was just afraid that some of his unintentional actions would irritate Cheng Chan.

Cheng Zhan's arms wrapped around Jiang Mi's neck, but his weight was very light, and Jiang Mi would not feel any burden.

Cheng Chan's fingertips slipped to Jiang Mi's throat.

The cold feeling made Jiang Mi's throat roll unconsciously.

Cheng Zhan's fingertips felt the scorching heat of rolling underneath, and the protrusion of his fingers.

Being pinched at the vital point of the lifeblood, Jiang Mi didn't notice anything wrong, he just wondered why Cheng Zhan touched his throat, but he didn't stop Cheng Zhan's movement.

Cheng Zhan's fingertips hooked Jiang Mi's throat in a slow circle, seeming very interested in it.

He pressed against Jiang Mi's back, drawing circles with his fingers, staring down at the neck skin touched by Fu Huaihan, parting his lips and showing his teeth, like a beast about to feast.

But in the end, he just gently grasped Jiang Mi's nape of the neck, grinding and biting, and the collision of teeth and soft flesh brought out the sound of sticky water stains.

After letting go, Cheng Zhan pulled out a thin silver thread between his lips and teeth, and he wiped it off without changing his face, and a dark red mark was left on the back of Jiang Mi's neck.

"It's dirty."

Just when Jiang Mi didn't know what to do, Cheng Zhan finally spoke out, his voice was hoarse, implying hidden emotions.

Jiang Mi was very puzzled by Cheng Zhan's behavior of biting him. It felt like a puppy with a furry head licking and biting his neck. It was a little itchy and inexplicably funny.

But seeing Cheng Zhan's behavior seemed to appease him, Jiang Mi didn't care anymore.

He understands that Cheng Zhan is an uncontrollable ghost, but falling into madness may cause irreparable situations. Jiang Mi doesn't want to see that kind of consequences, so being bitten twice is nothing to him.

Cheng Zhan breathed quietly into Jiang Mi's ear, and his fingers continued to wrap around Jiang Mi's throat one by one.

After half an hour.

Cheng Zhan lowered his head, leaning on Jiang Mi's shoulder, and said softly in a hoarse voice: "Jiang Mi, I feel so uncomfortable..."

The voice was very soft, completely covered by the sound of the rainstorm outside the window, Jiang Mi didn't hear it.

Cheng Zhan continued to pant lowly, making a muffled whimpering sound from his throat, his fan-like eyelashes trembled, and the ends of his eyes were smudged with a beautiful crimson, and the red spread all the way to his snow-white earlobes place, but his body is still so cold, as if nothing happened.

He raised his head, opened his lips and grabbed the back of Jiang Mi's neck again, this time biting, he even stretched out a bright red tip of his tongue to touch the small piece of skin under his lips, moist and soft The meat moved.

The itching made Jiang Mi want to laugh even more, he unconsciously wanted to shrink his neck, but was held down by Cheng Zhan gently.

"do not move."

A hoarse and somewhat weird voice sounded in Jiang Mi's ears, and that voice mixed with the rumbling thunder, Jiang Mi didn't hear anything wrong in it.

Jiang Mi didn't think much, and didn't move any more according to his words.