He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 168 After Raising Ghosts, I Choose to Lie Down (Part 1)

[A laid-back, Buddhist-like Taoist priest VS a cold and reserved male ghost]

Wen Yan opened her eyes again in her dormitory, next to a military training uniform worn by soldiers.

"You smell like his perfume..."

The phone on the table vibrated, and Wen Yan picked it up and pressed the answer button.

"Xiao Yan, remember to go back to the old house tomorrow. Please remember to come."

He was a middle-aged man, his voice sounding tired. After he finished speaking, he waited a few seconds, as if waiting for Wen Yan to speak.

"Sir, please grant his request!" 233 spoke up promptly.

"it is good."

"Ah."

The man wasn't a talkative person either; he hung up after hearing the reply.

"Wen Yan, your advisor said you need to submit your medical examination report today."

The girl who spoke was named Xiao Baoyu. She was a lively and cheerful girl who got along well with the original owner of this body.

"Okay, thank you, Baoyu."

Wen Yan thanked them before starting to receive the character's storyline.

This is a modern world, the only difference being that ghosts really exist in this world.

The Wen family is a lineage of Taoist priests who have been catching ghosts for generations. Each descendant is born with various ghost-catching abilities.

There is a heavy water vat, a peach wood sword, a soul-binding bead...

Wen Yan happens to be one of the hundredth generation descendants of a Taoist family... and also the weakest one.

She can only see ghosts; she has no ability to catch them.

Unfortunately, she has a special constitution that makes her irresistible to ghosts; every ghost wants to cling to her and take a few deep breaths of her.

After her parents passed away, the young girl lost her protection and was often used as bait.

The man who called her back earlier was Wen Shouzheng, her uncle and her nominal guardian. He was calling her back because there was a ghost around and they needed her.

After briefly receiving the plot details, Wen Yan frowned: "Why isn't there any world plot?"

233 urgently contacted the Heavenly Dao of the World, "Because this world has not yet been opened, the male and female protagonists are yet to be determined."

Wen Yan nodded.

Just then, her advisor called to urge her to submit her medical examination report, and she noticed the report on the table. She picked it up and prepared to deliver it to the person.

Today, military training just ended, and the National Day holiday has just begun. Students on campus are all pulling their suitcases and waiting for buses.

One of the girls was quite special.

A little boy sat on her suitcase; he had big eyes, fair skin, and was exceptionally handsome.

Wen Yan glanced at it a couple more times unexpectedly.

Seeing that her advisor was calling again, she quickened her pace.

The advisor was a new female graduate student who was trying to get along with the students, so she insisted on chatting with them.

After giving a few perfunctory replies, Wen Yan pushed open the door and came out. As she turned around, she saw a child standing in the middle of the corridor.

It's the one that was on the suitcase just now.

"Sister, you really can see me!"

A confident tone.

"Would you like to play with me?"

"I love playing football the most."

As he spoke, he twisted his head off and threw it at me without warning.

Just as Wen Yan was about to hide, her advisor came out after closing the door. Seeing that she was still at the door, he warmly pulled her along.

Seeing the blood-soaked head pointing straight for the top of the head, and the counselor still standing there dumbfounded, Wen Yan reached out and blocked it in a moment of urgency.

His head slammed down hard, and black smoke immediately rose from his arm.

"Wen Yan, what are you doing reaching out your hand?"

The counselor was puzzled by Wen Yan's strange behavior. Could there be something wrong?

!!!

The alarm blared immediately. Just as they were about to stop the person and question them, Wen Yan waved her hand, and the person ran away.

The little boy, missing his head, squatted down and touched his head in confusion.

Just as she was about to touch it, Wen Yan seized the opportunity and kicked it away.

The bloody head flew high like a soccer ball, bounced a few times, and then shot out of the window.

The female advisor, who had witnessed Wen Yan's series of actions, nervously swallowed.

"If Wen Yan has any unspeakable difficulties, you can tell the teacher. Please don't do anything rash..."

She gripped her phone tremblingly, on the verge of tears.

Did she encounter a career challenge on her very first day of work?

"Good teacher."

After Wen Yan finished speaking, she left on her own, but her arm grew hotter and hotter as she went downstairs.

Upon closer inspection, there was black smoke, as if it were burning.

233 just peeked out: "Ahhh! My lord, how did you run into the big boss and get branded by him?"

It stared at the skin emitting black smoke, its mind a jumble of code.

"who are you?"

Someone took a picture of it. 233 turned its head and saw a little boy holding his head staring at it menacingly.

233, the magnificent Jue has passed.

This is absolutely terrifying!

I have no weapons at hand, 233 I'm dizzy and can't access the system to use cheats.

There's no other way but to hold them off for now.

The little boy seemed to only know how to throw heads; his bloody head was twisted off and thrown at Wen Yan, who was about to dodge it.

Suddenly, his head split in two, attacking from both sides.

Depend on!

Playing with clones!

The stairwell was narrow; after bumping my head a few times, it bounced back, attacking tirelessly.

Wen Yan ran and dodged at the same time.

For the first time, I had a concept of weakness.

It's a miracle that the original owner, with his incapable ability to even kill a chicken and his ghost-summoning constitution, has survived until now.

If 233 were still awake, she would definitely tell Wen Yan that the original owner was afraid of dying and carried a bunch of life-saving items with her.

Wen Yan just forgot to take it when she left.

Just as I was running happily, my heart suddenly ached, and the dark red pendant around my neck flashed for a moment.

Suddenly, a cold wind arose, and the narrow stairwell howled. Thick, black resentment enveloped the two heads, crushing them into dust.

After the little boy lost his head, his body withered rapidly, shrinking into a thin sheet that was swept into the black mist, and in a short while, he was gone.

Wen Yan blinked, confused.

A man emerged from the black mist, with white hair and white eyes, breathtakingly beautiful.

His expression was indifferent as he glanced down at Wen Yan, who was sitting on the ground: "Jiang Yu, that's my name."

"Wenyan."

"Ah."

The very cold and hard "hmm" seemed to keep people at arm's length.

He raised his hand, and the resentment wrapped around his arm was gradually calmed down, and the burning pain dissipated.

Wen Yan stood up. She still had many questions to ask this man who had suddenly appeared and whose aesthetic was completely out of her league... a male ghost.

The familiar palpitation—it was definitely her Daoist partner with amnesia.

"protect yourself."

Jiang Yu was a man of few words; he left behind his last sentence and then disappeared.

"Hey, no, you go first..."

Wen Yan hadn't asked anything before he vanished without a trace.

She stretched her arms, then turned around and stared wide-eyed at the counselor who was about to go downstairs...

Wen Yan blinked, looking very obedient: "Hello, counselor, we meet again."

"Hello, Wen Yan..."

The female instructor was slightly embarrassed: "You danced quite well, haha, haha."

After a stiff exchange of pleasantries, Wen Yan left first. The counselor took a few deep breaths at the stairwell before returning to the office to look through the files.

"Hello, is this Wen Yan's parent? Oh, hello, I'm her counselor..."

-

When Wen Yan returned to her dorm, none of her roommates had come back.

It was already dark. After washing up, I went to bed and closed my eyes to try and fall asleep.

I was sleeping when 233 suddenly came back to life.

"Phew, you scared me to death!"

It rushed to Wen Yan's side and cried, "Don't ever come to the supernatural world again! It scared me to death, waaaaah!"

"Alright, alright, stop crying. If you're really worried, just hide and don't look. Just don't faint easily. Even if you do, throw me a weapon first before you faint."

“Yes,” 233 replied, sobbing.

Wen Yan's sleepiness had dissipated considerably, so she decided not to sleep anymore and began to ponder, stroking the pendant around her neck.