Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 165 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 16

The ghostly aura, invisible to the naked eye, roamed freely and boldly over various parts of her body. Ni Qing seemed oblivious, continuing to walk on her own. After a short while, she stopped in her tracks.

Then, she changed direction and walked stiffly and rhythmically, her eyes glazed over, walking very slowly, just as she had when she first entered the world.

She's being manipulated again.

Her storyline only ended with her death, after which she could leave. Thinking of this, Ni Qing couldn't help but feel secretly excited, and even her steps became lighter.

The ghostly aura that sensed this phenomenon: "?"

Is the owner already so impatient?

As darkness fell and skyscrapers appeared one after another, Ni Qing raised her eyes and subconsciously observed her surroundings. Behind a commercial building, a gray, dilapidated building gradually came into view.

It stands tall, like a mirage suspended in mid-air, or a dark shadow piercing through the clouds, seemingly invisible to people.

Ni Qing quickly came to the conclusion that this guy was planning to take her to that haunted building.

Just as she expected, she walked through the commercial building and slowly made her way to the building that didn't exist in the world. Its gray shadow could be vaguely seen between the residents, where there was only deathly silence.

The ghostly aura didn't stop; it continued to slowly and deliberately hold her wrist, leading her towards its master.

When Ni Qing saw the destination, she was dumbfounded.

Behind the haunted building is a cemetery, its style and design remarkably similar to the graves she visited before—a near-perfect replica. The only difference is that the tombstones are all blank.

She struggled instinctively, but it was still out of control.

Gradually, she saw a tall, slender young man standing in the center of the cemetery. He was dressed in black, and a strange smile played on his lips.

Her skin was pale, and although she was smiling, her beautiful, narrow eyes were devoid of any emotion, even appearing somewhat cold.

He stood there quietly, watching the person who wished for his soul to be scattered walk into his territory.

He had been angry and resentful just moments before, but somehow he had reverted to his usual demeanor, lazily glancing at her.

Ni Qing opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a scream. She instinctively tried to turn and run, but her body wouldn't obey her commands.

She was screaming silently.

Qin Boyue probably felt that she was walking too slowly, so he finally stepped forward slowly and gently, taking her hand in his and holding it lightly.

His gaze shifted slightly, surveying the numerous graves with interest, yet he murmured to himself, "Come on, baby, pick one out, see which one you like?"

What to choose? She looked around in confusion. Sometime during the day, a rectangular pit appeared in front of the tombstone, inside which was a coffin that looked quite valuable.

The coffin was completely black and echoed with the wailing of a vengeful ghost.

It was a coffin made from the spirits of numerous evil ghosts. Ni Qing couldn't imagine whether she would have a chance to come out if she really went in.

Qin Boyue was just as perverted as she had imagined.

Seeing that Ni Qing didn't answer for a long time, he led her to the central tombstone. To others, only Ni Qing appeared to be walking.

The demon smiled gently, leading her to the coffin, murmuring, "If you cannot sleep with me in life, then you must share my coffin in death."

After saying that, he gently patted her back. The next second, she uncontrollably fell into the coffin. From the outside, the space seemed cramped, but once inside, it became clear that there was more than enough room for two people to lie down.

Pshaw, what is she thinking? She's gone off-topic.

The coffin lid slowly emerged, firmly covering all the gaps, extinguishing any light. She finally regained control of her body at this moment, but before she could struggle, the black mist spread out.

Then, as he gazed intently, his gaze gradually transformed into a complete body. Qin Boyue, radiating a chilling aura, embraced her shoulders with deep affection.

"Sleep well, baby, you will not have a tomorrow."

He said so.

Ni Qing found it strange that Qin Boyue was so restless. In the original plot, the male lead killed her after the fake Taoist priest had fabricated the story.

She just made an appointment with someone, why is she already canceling?

She decided to wait and see, hoping for a benefactor.

Ni Qing felt as if there was an ice block lying next to her. She was shivering from the cold. At first, she still had the strength to struggle and bang on the coffin lid, but after an hour, she had lost all her strength.

Just when she thought that tonight was destined to end, she faintly heard human voices coming from outside the coffin.

"Master, where is this place? Have we wandered into a ghost wall?"

She suddenly realized that the voice belonged to the Taoist priest who had given her the amulet at the beginning, and that he had some skill in Taoist practice.

The man addressed as "Master" spoke in a stern voice, appearing to be in his sixties: "Being trapped in a ghostly maze is at most an illusion; it won't kill you. How dare you be so brazen in broad daylight!"

Qin Boyue's expression turned cold. Why did nosy people always come to bother him?

The next instant, he disappeared into the coffin.

Learning Taoist magic is all about fate, and the young Taoist priest had been able to see ghosts since he was a child. However, the most ferocious ghosts he had ever seen before were just phantoms; this was the first time he had seen one so real.

It was as if the other person was a living person, and it was impossible to see the objects behind him through his body.

The old master's expression turned cold. This guy looked like a tough opponent. If he wanted to, the two of them would have to fight to the death to take him down with them.

They really didn't want to confront him unless absolutely necessary.

The old master slowly spoke: "I was just passing by and will be leaving shortly."

The young Taoist priest looked at his master, puzzled. The old man was unusually timid today. Although the other party seemed incredibly powerful, his master had lived a long life; why would he be afraid of this young ghost?

Qin Boyue stood there expressionless, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Just as the old master and the young Taoist were about to leave quietly, a loud banging sound came from inside the coffin. The surroundings were quiet, so the sound immediately aroused the young Taoist's suspicion.

He tugged at his master's robe: "Master, there's someone here! This evil spirit is killing people. Should we just stand by and watch them die?"

The old man was caught in a dilemma.

They had dedicated their entire lives to Taoist practices; if they were to stand by and watch someone die, all their efforts would have been in vain, and they would have been unworthy of being Taoist priests. However, if they were to truly fight him to the death…

The slapping intensified, and a woman's cries for help could be heard: "Little Taoist priest, save me! I'll give you money!"

The young Taoist priest still remembered this sucker, and immediately tugged at his robe again, his voice excited: "This person! This person is the one who bought my talisman for 500,000 that day!"

The old man was shocked: "What? The 500,000? Are you sure?"

The young Taoist priest was quite certain that he had a deep impression of this sucker.

Now that it's come to this, it's actually a customer, so they have no choice but to help this person.