The Devil's Coming [Quick Transmigration]

The night was like a curtain, and the moonlight was like spilled white paint, splashing wantonly on the endless curtain, so the sky and the earth were all covered with a layer of silver-white like frost and snow.

In the suburbs of Rongcheng, on the deserted streets, rows of sleeping houses stood leisurely in the night, the moonlight cast their shadows on the ground, and the earth slept peacefully in the night.

At some point, a red flame fell slowly, and the moment it landed, it turned into a young man in a red robe with wide sleeves and long clothes.

The young man swept his eyes and touched those modern high-rise buildings. He didn't see how he moved, but he changed his clothes with a thought. The retro robe immediately turned into a simple shirt and trousers, only the long black hair was still casually draped behind him, like silk.

Sensing the active super energy reaction of this world, as well as the darkness, distortion, and destructive breath contained in the laws, Su Ying couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "...It seems that this world is very popular with ghosts and monsters. If there are beings who practice ghost and witchcraft, they must be blessed by nature."

Even if he has never seen the existence of ghosts and monsters with his own eyes, he dares to conclude that there are no shortage of ghosts in this world. It's just because the rules of this world are naturally in line with ghosts.

In the words of the storybook, this is a supernatural world.

For some reason, this time, Su Ying did not borrow anyone's body. With rich experience in shaping people and insight into the rules of this world, he casually absorbed some super energy and quickly shaped a body for himself. His movements were very familiar. Then he chose a direction and left.

Da da da da da. On the silent and deserted streets, only his brisk footsteps sounded, like a wandering ghost.

From the information collected so far, this world is similar to the first world Su Ying had visited in terms of technology, but there are many differences in customs and culture.

The planet's geography is also different. It is not a few continents, oceans, and hundreds of countries, but a complete continent with seven countries on land, and there is a vast ocean outside the continent.

But the technology of this world has not yet developed to the level of aviation exploration, nor does it exist such a terrifying weapon as a nuclear bomb. The most powerful weapon is just a missile.

Relatively speaking, the development of technology in other aspects is not slow. The network is well developed and connected to the world, and it has entered the 4G era.

This deformed technology tree is really subtle.

Walking carelessly through one street after another, Su Ying's eyes looked at all the scenes he encountered along the way, as if he was observing the strange cultural customs in this strange world, and like a leisurely tourist enjoying the scenery late at night.

At some point, Su Ying's footsteps stopped.

He turned slightly and looked at an ordinary residential building on the street, staring at the only second floor with lights on in the building.

"Oh wow——" His eyes lit up involuntarily, as if he had discovered something new.

"What is this called? Ghosts appear when you say ghosts?"

More than an hour ago, 902, Building 3, Xinyuan Community.

In the lighted room, the sound of keyboard tapping continued to ring. Zhang Ziyun, with a pair of big dark circles under her eyes, yawned loudly. She picked up the coffee next to her and looked at the lower right corner of the computer screen with the corner of her eye.

Current time: 01:57.

"It's almost two o'clock..."

Putting down the coffee, Zhang Ziyun rubbed her eyes,

"I heard that several people who worked overtime died suddenly late at night in our local area during this period. I have to be careful too."

Although she said this, she began to motivate herself the next second, and her skill was distressing: "It's almost there, today's task is only a little short, I will go to bed after the task, it will only take half an hour at most. Come on! For the house, car and money! Zhang Ziyun, you can do it!"

After skillfully pumping herself up, she threw herself into her passionate work again with big dark circles under her eyes, and never noticed that at some point, wisps of invisible things like black smoke were constantly gathering towards the room where she was, almost gathering into a vortex.

As time went on, the dark fog became thicker and thicker, gradually filling the entire room, completely enveloping Zhang Ziyun. Her keyboard movements became more and more stiff and mechanical, and the spirit in her eyes gradually disappeared. She just stared at the computer screen dully and rigidly, and her fingers typed out a string of meaningless characters.

With her pale and bloodless face, deep and heavy dark circles under her eyes, bloodshot pupils, and dull eyes, she looked like a zombie with only instincts left.

It was as if the consciousness of this body had been destroyed, and some mysterious power had taken over it. Relying on the previous instinct, she continued to type on the keyboard until the end of time.

In this way, the whole room was left with only the neat and mechanical keyboard tapping sound, and even the interval time was exactly the same.

Half an hour passed.

An hour passed.

An hour and a half passed.

In the silent night, the neat keyboard tapping sound continued, and the computer interface was filled with meaningless characters.

The person in front of the computer desk repeated his keyboard tapping action, as if he could not feel the fatigue of his body and the soreness of his fingers, and fell into a state that he could not extricate himself from. Even the whole room seemed to have turned into a special field.

Her lifeless eyes stared at the screen, and she kept muttering: "Work, work, work, work..."

Until a palm curiously placed on her shoulder, the owner of the palm exclaimed: "There are actually ghosts in the world who died suddenly while working overtime and are still keen on working overtime after death? The brainwashing of the legendary capitalist PUA is so terrifying!"

The moment this palm was slapped, the integrated aura of the special field in the room suddenly dissipated completely like a soap bubble that burst easily.

The person sitting at the computer desk typing on the keyboard mechanically felt a jolt, as if his whole body was electrocuted, and suddenly woke up.

Zhang Ziyun's dull pupils regained their brightness, and she looked around blankly, as if she still didn't know what was going on.

The time on the computer screen gave her a jolt.

——It clearly shows: 03:49!

Before I knew it, nearly two hours had passed.

Looking at the garbled characters on the computer screen, Zhang Ziyun later recalled what had just happened - she had been typing on the keyboard for two hours in an almost dazed state! If someone hadn't interrupted me, I don't know how long it would have taken!

A dense chill spread all over her body in an instant.

Zhang Ziyun pushed away the computer as if she had seen a ghost and stood up, not caring that the spilled coffee stained the keyboard.

She suddenly jumped out and was a few meters away from the computer. A palm gently patted her shoulder again: "Don't worry, your computer is normal. It's not the one that is haunted."

"That's good!"

Zhang Ziyun breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

The next second, her face turned pale and her body froze in place. Probably due to psychological effects, a steady stream of chills came to her where her palms came into contact with her shoulders. She felt that her hands were as cold as corpses.

Zhang Ziyun turned her head bit by bit like a clockwork robot, and her sight immediately reflected half of an indescribably perfect profile face, as well as long, satin-like black hair.

"You, you, you, are you a human or a ghost?!"

As soon as the trembling words blurted out, Zhang Ziyun already had the answer in her heart - it must not be a human!

Just this appearance is beyond the scope of ordinary people. That is perfection that ordinary humans cannot achieve anyway.

But if it's a ghost...

Can a person who dies and becomes a ghost still have such a beauty effect?

Then death is not a great terror but a great benefit.

Such a character can only be described as "god".

Zhang Ziyun could not express her feelings accurately in words, she only felt the attraction from the essence of life. It was not the attraction brought by good-looking people of the opposite sex, but more like the attraction of perfect creatures to imperfect low-level beings... Therefore, if she had to forcefully define the other person, she could only define her as a god.

And why would such a "god" come to murder her?

As soon as this thought came to her mind, she miraculously calmed down.

The fear faded from Zhang Ziyun's mind like a tide, allowing her IQ to regain the high ground in her brain.

Combined with the abnormality that she had been typing at the computer desk for two hours as if she was possessed by a ghost. It was not until this mysterious existence appeared that she was able to escape from that strange state. Zhang Ziyun immediately understood the truth of the matter.

——The mysterious man in front of her undoubtedly saved her life!

Realizing this, Zhang Ziyun's body completely relaxed:

"Sir, did you save me?"

Su Ying withdrew his hand from the opponent's shoulder and pulled out a group of strange ghosts.

"That's right. If I hadn't come, you would have been found to have died suddenly while working overtime tomorrow."

As he spoke, he shook the ghost in his hand.

"I just experienced a ghost possession. You should be able to see that your physique is different now, right? Well, this is the culprit that made you unknowingly indulge in work and almost died suddenly."

Zhang Ziyun couldn't help but look over after hearing the sound.

I saw a ghost hanging half-dead on the man's hand, like a fish caught in a net.

If you look carefully, you can still see the ghost's sparse hair, pale and bloodless face, deep dark circles under the eyes, and thick glasses, making him look like a social animal that will die of overwork sooner or later.

This familiar temperament and image made Zhang Ziyun slightly impressed.

Of course she didn't recognize this ghost, but the smell of social animals on him was too strong, as if he had already been marinated in it.

After focusing on the other person for a moment, endless quotes from social animals seemed to be heard in my ears:

"Work overtime, work overtime, work overtime..."

"Work, work, work..."

"Only a little bit, just a little bit..."

"We'll call it a day in a quarter of an hour..."

Zhang Ziyun, who is also a social worker, felt that these words were inexplicably familiar, and immediately said with certainty: "Is this guy the one causing the trouble?"

What Su Ying said before suddenly popped into Zhang Ziyun's mind: "Is there actually a ghost in the world who died suddenly while working overtime, and is still keen on working overtime after death? The brainwashing of the legendary capitalist PUA is so terrifying!"

"Did this guy die because of working overtime?" The corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch. "You think working overtime is not enough even if you die, so you continue to work overtime by having sex with me?"

"That's wrong. Long before you, this man has randomly picked several lucky people to work overtime together." Su Ying smiled and raised a finger and shook it, "The aura I felt from him , there are five of them.”

Zhang Ziyun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly opened her eyes: "Wait a minute, the local news said that there have been several cases of sudden death during overtime during this period, could it be..."

Su Ying snapped his fingers briskly.

"——Yes, it's just what you thought!"