Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 176 She always asks for 12

Despite Song Xianyin's strong opposition, they still entered the ancestral hall.

Song Xianyin, feeling utterly hopeless, was dragged inside by Wen Chuyan.

This place exudes a sinister aura. Why did we even come in? What if she's possessed and they'll behave themselves?

Jiang Wange opened the door, and a gust of cold wind blew their clothes up.

Wen Chuyan comforted Song Xianyin beside him: "It's okay, these are just little devils."

He silently recited the incantation and burned the little demon on her body to death.

The little devil's cries were so piercing that Jiang Wange's head throbbed from its sharp noise.

"What's wrong?" Mu Silan asked with concern, looking at Jiang Wange, whose face was pale.

"Are you feeling unwell again?"

Jiang Wange's hand trembled, and she pushed Mu Silan away: "It has nothing to do with you."

Seeing her weak appearance, Mu Silan forcefully suppressed his anger.

He sighed. Oh well, why bother arguing with her?

Jiang Wange walked towards the coffin in the middle of the ancestral hall, her forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat from the pain.

Jiang Wange gripped the clothes on her chest so tightly that she shattered the coffin lid.

Song Xianyin and Wen Chuyan couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!"

Miss Jiang looks so gentle and unassuming, I never expected her to be so capable.

As soon as the coffin lid was opened, the stench of the rotting corpse immediately filled the entire ancestral hall.

Song Xianyin looked up at Wen Chuyan, who was covering her nose. He bent down and whispered in her ear, "It smells terrible."

Song Xianyin sniffed the scent of Wen Chuyan's clothes.

There was a faint herbal smell. Song Xianyin frowned. Although it smelled nice, such nice-smelling medicines are usually very bitter.

Song Xianyin looked at the man in the coffin. The man's face had turned green, and there was an unidentified blackish-green liquid all over his body.

Jiang Wange's expression remained unchanged as she calmly placed her hand on the corpse's chest. The flesh was soft, and with a little effort, she easily touched his heart.

Song Xianyin almost vomited when she saw the thick green liquid gushing out.

She quickly turned her back and huddled in Wen Chuyan's arms.

Wen Chuyan patted her back reassuringly: "Don't be afraid, he's already dead."

Song Xianyin felt her legs starting to go weak.

Aren't these people from righteous sects? Why do they seem even more sinister to her than she is?

Jiang Wange silently rummaged through the corpse, then pulled out the already rotten heart.

Mu Silan's brows furrowed so deeply they looked like they could trap a mosquito: "Don't take this one, I'll find you yours."

Jiang Wange ignored him and grabbed the heart.

Mu Silan was a little angry. He grabbed her hand and said angrily, "I told you I would find you a new one. How could you use something like this?"

Jiang Wange looked at him coldly: "Fine, then take out yours and give it to me."

Mu Silan was taken aback by the hatred in her eyes. He lowered his eyes and released her.

I will give it to you, but not now.

Jiang Wange impatiently shook off his hand: "Then don't bother me."

She tore her heart open piece by piece and stuffed it into her mouth; the sound of her swallowing filled the ancestral hall.

Although Song Xianyin didn't see it, she roughly knew what had happened, and she was so frightened that she didn't dare to breathe.

Wen Chuyan sensed something was wrong, so he quickly placed his hand under Song Xianyin's nose to check her breath. He breathed a sigh of relief after feeling that her breath was warm.

He thought Miss Song had been frightened to death.

There were still several women's corpses inside the coffin. Jiang Wange glanced at Song Xianyin in Wen Chuyan's arms and tentatively asked, "Miss Song, would you like her?"

Song Xianyin pricked up her ears: "What good stuff?"

Jiang Wange quietly took a few sips of wine, trying to get rid of the taste in her mouth.

"Those corpses."

Song Xianyin almost jumped up: "I don't want everything."

She only wants things that are valuable and useful; what would she do with these corpses? She wouldn't eat them either.

Jiang Wange's complexion had become much rosier. She smiled at Song Xianyin and said, "Miss Song, how do you know you don't want it if you don't look at it?"

Song Xianyin thought about it carefully. There must be a reason why Miss Jiang said that, because she is a very reliable person.

She covered her nose and hesitated before turning around, where she immediately saw the female corpse in her wedding dress lying in the corner.

Song Xianyin nervously brushed the hair in front of her, and when she saw the female corpse's hair, she was so frightened that she sat back down.

Wen Chuyan grabbed her and said seriously, "Miss Song, don't sit on the ground, there's bodily fluid on the ground."

It smells terrible.

Song Xianyin trembled as she put her hair back. Wasn't this the female ghost who had saved her last time?

No wonder she couldn't be reincarnated; her body was locked up, how could she reincarnate?

Song Xianyin gritted her teeth: "I'm going to take her back."

Mu Silan stared at her in shock: "Are you crazy?"

Why bring a corpse back?

Wen Chuyan frowned as well, a dark glint flashing in his eyes as he looked at the corpse.

Song Xianyin effortlessly carried the female corpse on her back, and casually picked up a piece of clothing that was buried with her nearby.

"Wait for me a moment, I'll be right back," Song Xianyin said hesitantly.

The three men's gazes were fixed on her, making her feel incredibly pressured.

“Miss Song, what are you going to do? Perhaps we can help you.” Wen Chuyan sighed.

He was really worried.

Song Xianyin carried the corpse on her back, not daring to turn her head at all, because the corpse's head was resting on her shoulder.

"Then you bury them, I'll be right back." Song Xianyin gritted her teeth and prepared to rush out.

Looking at her, Wen Chuyan said in a low voice, "Can't you even tell me?"

He thought they were best friends.

Song Xianyin choked up. She couldn't tell him. If he saw her, he would kill her soul right away.

Jiang Wange observed them and smiled, "Then I'll go with Miss Song. We really won't feel at ease if you go alone."

Song Xianyin avoided Wen Chuyan's gaze and quickly nodded.

That's fine, actually she's a little afraid of that female ghost too.

Watching the two figures flee as if they were a corpse, Mu Silan laughed out loud: "She's afraid you'll kill that female ghost."

Wen Chuyan nodded dejectedly, somewhat frustrated: "But ghosts must be killed; that's the rule of the Heavenly Sword Sect."

But if Miss Song really didn't want to kill her, he wouldn't have done it. But she didn't trust him at all; she trusted Miss Jiang but not him.

Song Xianyin carried the female corpse up the mountain, and the villagers who passed by were frightened away when they saw her.

Song Xianyin was panting heavily, and she could feel that cold head rubbing against her face, which gave her goosebumps again.

They finally arrived at the spot where they had parted ways last time.

Song Xianyin dressed the corpse and then tidied her hair.

She hid behind Jiang Wange and shouted at the opposite side, "Hey, your body is here!"

She'll be able to reincarnate eventually, right?