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

The little assistant who wanted to search for more information in his mind didn't notice Jiang Mi's strangeness.

He added self-consciously, "It is said that the woman who was raised in her hometown also died, but she died in front of the original couple. ... said it was haunted."

The little assistant lowered his voice and moved closer to Jiang Mi.

"It's said that women turned into ghosts to take revenge."

After Jiang Mi signed the contract, he put down his pen. There was no surprise on his face. He calmly cut off the assistant's words.

"Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"

The little assistant was taken aback by the question, hesitated for a while, and shook his head with a dry smile, "We are all scientifically educated, and we all know that these are fake, what the hell is there, just kidding."

Jiang Mi pushed the contract to the little assistant, "Well, it's all fake."

The little assistant saw that Jiang Mi didn't want to talk about the haunting of this house. After accepting the contract, he also restrained his desire to continue chatting with Jiang Mi. He straightened his posture and explained the remaining precautions to Jiang Mi. Then he got up and left.

Jiang Mi sent the little assistant out the door, and when the little assistant's car disappeared from sight, he didn't take back his hand on the doorknob for a long time.

It was agreed not to expose Cheng Zhan's scars.

Jiang Mi frowned slightly, he didn't want to understand these things at all.

Cheng Chan doesn't want to let himself know, so he doesn't have to know.

But fortunately, today Cheng Zhan went to deal with the troublesome ghost nearby, and was not at home.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mi closed the door, turned and went back to the room.

At this time, there was a fist-sized square porcelain stove on the floor of the room. From time to time, light smoke would overflow from the hole in the porcelain stove cover. Around the bottom of the porcelain stove was a circle of incense ash, which was drawn into complicated patterns.

Fu Huaihan's refinement was easier than Jiang Mi imagined.

A few days ago, the porcelain furnace was still buzzing, and Fu Huaihan was still struggling in it, but there has been no movement in the past two days, and the faint ghost energy can only be detected by getting closer.

The successful refining of Fu Huaihan is just around the corner, maybe after everything is thoroughly handled, this task will be over.

Jiang Mi thought so, and at the same time, a faint thought rose from the bottom of his heart, so... what should Cheng Zhan do.

At this moment, Cheng Zhan came back.

Before Jiang Mi saw Cheng Zhan, he first felt Cheng Zhan's aura.

Cold, dead silent, keep strangers away.

This breath that makes all lonely souls and wild ghosts terrified makes Jiang Mi's lips curl up unconsciously, and there is a smile in his eyes.

"Did you make it."

The touch of soft velvet appeared on Jiang Mi's neck and shoulders accompanied by the faint voice of questioning.

Cheng Chan leaned behind Jiang Mi, looking down at the square porcelain stove on the ground expressionlessly.

Jiang Mi rubbed Cheng Zhan's hair back, "It's still close."

Cheng Zhan's eyes moved away when he heard the words. He actually didn't care about Fu Huaihan, and it was just because of Jiang Mi's casual question just now.

Cheng Zhan raised his arms, and slowly wrapped around Jiang Mi's body from behind like a swimming snake, inch by inch, his cold breath hit the back of Jiang Mi's neck, and the rustling sound of the cloth material sounded, and there was the extremely greedy Wen Yan under his hands. Feeling the heat, Cheng Zhan's eyes gradually darkened.

The curtains of the room had been half drawn before in order to conceal people's eyes and ears, and the dim daylight penetrated into the quiet room. Jiang Mi, the only living person, was breathing more and more clearly.

But when Cheng Chan's hands continued to move down, the muscles in Jiang Mi's lower abdomen trembled.

Nothing else, just because it was too cold.

Jiang Mi helplessly held down the overactive hands of the person behind him.

Cheng Zhan was extremely obedient, and immediately stopped his movements, quietly allowing Jiang Mi to hold him down, leaning against Jiang Mi in a posture of wrapping around his back.

"Is today going well?"

Jiang Mi asked.

"Well, it went well."

As Cheng Zhan spoke, he leaned closer to Jiang Mi, and he knew in his heart that Jiang Mi had not fully accepted the further relationship, and Jiang Mi's refusal was also expected.

Even though he thought so, the icy breath around Cheng Zhan, who couldn't beg for happiness, became more and more intense.

As the ghost energy became stronger and stronger, more and more evil spirits were devoured by Cheng Zhan, and along with it came a violent heart that he could not control himself.

For a moment, horrible thoughts flashed through my mind.

What if Jiang Mi hates all of this.

What if Jiang Mi hated being with such a terrifying monster who was neither human nor ghost.

Once Cheng Zhan thought of these doubts, he would be uncontrollably frightened and crazy.

Just a few wisps of ghost energy can be like chains, Jiang Mi, who has complete trust in himself, will not react, he can't even struggle to resist, he will stay by his side for the rest of his life, and any accidents and the possibility of leaving will never happen... …

But what appeared in his mind more was Jiang Mi who used to have tears in his peach eyes...Cheng Zhan suppressed all the malice in his heart.

From beginning to end, he didn't want Jiang Mi to cry because of pain.