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

Chapter 151 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 2

One by one, the dazzling lights went out, and the surrounding high-rise buildings seemed eerie. She glanced around and saw that there was still no one there.

It felt like I was trapped in a maze.

She took a deep breath and repeatedly reassured herself that she wasn't the female lead and couldn't see the evil things.

She was about to take another step when she suddenly stopped, and then her steps became languid and graceful, completely devoid of the tension she had shown just moments before.

Ni Qing turned around and entered the building. It was pitch black inside, with no power supply. Strangely, the elevator was working.

She took the elevator to the top floor, her delicate heels making clear footsteps on the steps. Her wrists were a little stiff, as if pulled by something; despite it being summer, the air was bitterly cold, almost frostbitten.

Ni Qing blinked, looking at herself slowly stepping onto the edge of the rooftop. There was no railing there, and looking down from the nineteenth floor, it seemed like a gaping abyss, almost beckoning her with an allure.

Her body was about to jump off the building.

"What are you doing?" 103 belatedly realized something was wrong.

Ni Qing remained extremely calm: "Just looking at the scenery." Could it be that the system couldn't perceive the surrounding scenery? Or was it just her hallucination?

Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, and she seemed to hear a hoarse, gentle whisper in her ear, constantly tempting her: "Look, you're going to die too. If you just jump, you can be free..."

Ni Qing squeezed her eyes shut; it was all an illusion…

Even knowing it was fake, she could only watch helplessly as her body took another step, just a hair's breadth away from falling.

In an instant, my frozen wrist was grabbed by a warm hand and pulled back forcefully.

The two fell to the ground due to inertia. The other person was wearing long clothes and trousers, but she was wearing a short skirt, and her slender legs were inevitably scratched by the stones.

Ni Qing gasped in pain as she gradually regained control of her body.

The girl who had grabbed her was flushed and breathing rapidly. After catching her breath, she slowly asked, "Are you alright?"

This should be the female lead, Sun Yuru, who has already been saved by the male lead once.

The surroundings returned to normal and became noisy again. The neon lights were still beautiful. The only downside was that she was actually standing on the rooftop.

Sun Yuru looked even worse than her. In her eyes, countless suicide ghosts had gathered here, their brains and blood everywhere, their faces pale, and some even missing arms and legs.

He looked at her with a distorted expression.

The only out-of-place ghost stood tall and slender behind the woman. He had pale skin, a high nose, and his usually gentle eyes were now filled with indifference and gloom.

With her eyelashes lowered, she looked coldly at Sun Yuru: "Meddlesome thing."

The girl's face paled again. Qin Boyue was unusually irritable and mean today. Although he usually ignored her, he would never suddenly look at her with such disgust.

Downstairs, she unexpectedly discovered this gentler ghost and originally wanted to follow him up to thank him for what happened last time.

But then he saw the other person slowly curl his lips into a cold smile, calmly taking the woman's wrist and leading her step by step to the rooftop.

At first glance, it seems romantic, but upon closer inspection, it's deadly.

Ni Qing pretended not to know and waved her hand: "I'm fine, thanks. I might be drunk from drinking a little."

Her behavior was no different from that of an ordinary person, and Sun Yuru lowered her head in disappointment.

Below was a pile of dismembered corpses.

Sun Yuru: "!!!"

Her reaction was so intense that it was impossible for Ni Qing not to notice. The girl glanced behind her as if pleading for help; the evil spirit that had previously harassed her had turned into smoke with the flick of the young man's finger.

Thinking of this, her eyes filled with hope.

However, the young man's attention was entirely on Ni Qing, and he completely ignored her gaze, clearly not intending to help because she had ruined his plans.

Ni Qing waved her hand in front of her eyes: "Little sister, what are you looking at? I'm leaving." After saying that, she turned around and staggered away, seemingly having really drunk too much.

Qin Boyue's eyes flickered, and he took a step to follow. Sun Yuru hadn't seen him for a long time, and she was anxious to reach out and stop him.

The hand passed through the youth's body.

Qin Boyue's eyes were cold, and he instantly turned into black mist and disappeared from the spot, seemingly having given up on the idea of ​​killing her.

They had all left, and Sun Yuru didn't dare to linger for a moment longer, hurriedly leaving the top floor.

Ni Qing finally managed to hail a taxi, but the chilling aura emanating from her did not disappear; it lingered like a shadow.

The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror and asked in surprise, "Miss, are you cold? You're shivering."

Ni Qing forced a smile. Why wasn't the male lead catching up with the female lead? Why was he just following her around? She was so cold! Would tomorrow's headlines be about a strange woman freezing to death in the summer?

The driver tried to strike up a conversation but failed, muttering to himself, "What's wrong with him?"

Ni Qing didn't have time to pay attention to him; she just felt dizzy and lightheaded. When she got home, she got out of the car in a daze, went straight to her villa, and scrambled onto the bed.

The dark shadows spread throughout the villa, even invading the bedroom.

It was still cold; wherever she went, she felt a heavy, gloomy atmosphere.

Ni Qing couldn't just sit and wait to die like this. The plot hadn't reached its point yet; how could she die at this time?

After a long while, the person shivering under the covers fell silent. The dark figure remained still for a moment, and then, in the next second, a dark mist seeped in through the gaps in the blankets.

Before I even got inside, I suddenly heard a shout.

"My poor, deceased husband! Why did you die so young, you heartless bastard! Today is the 100th day since you died—bah! Your death anniversary—"

She spoke with great emotion, even crying her eyes out.

Qin Boyue: "?"

A small question mark, a big doubt.

What is this crazy woman up to now? He hadn't originally planned to kill his two-faced wife so soon, but unfortunately, he saw her mingling with a group of men, looking quite happy.

So he set off objects thrown from a high place, but for some reason, they didn't kill her.

Ni Qing wiped away her tears in bed: "You beast! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gone out to drown my sorrows tonight. I almost jumped off a building to follow you."

Even if there's an element of acting involved, don't expect the other party to have an easy time.

The young man was subjected to relentless and subtle insults.

Qin Boyue: "..."

If he believed him, he'd be a dog.

Ni Qing howled on and off for a while, and the temperature around her, which had been steadily decreasing, finally warmed up again. She almost cried tears of joy.

The heavy ink had faded away at some point, and the room was quiet, with only her there.

To prevent him from making a surprise return, Ni Qing deliberately pretended for a few more minutes, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the male lead had really left.