After Transmigrating Into a Cannon Fodder, I Got a Happy Ending with the Female Lead [Transmigration Into a Novel] - Chapter 25

On a pitch-black night, three people stood in front of a mansion radiating an eerie aura. One of them had a large light bulb on their head, which added an oddly comical touch to the already sinister atmosphere.

Ji Shuang turned to Yue Xi and whispered, “Daoist, can you tell what’s wrong here?”

“There’s some malevolent energy. To be precise, we’ll need to go inside and take a closer look,” Yue Xi replied, pushing her face away so the big light bulb wouldn’t shine in her eyes.

Ji Shuang nodded and spoke to her live-stream audience: “Everyone, we’re about to explore a haunted house. If you’re easily scared, now’s your chance to leave.”

Because her previous streams had been too terrifying, the platform had imposed age restrictions and forced her to give warnings so that people with low psychological tolerance wouldn’t watch. Ji Shuang had no choice but to say this.

When her streams weren’t popular, no one paid much attention, but now that she had some fame, restrictions came along with the attention—troubles more than the pay.

Xiao Qing held tightly onto Yue Xi’s sleeve. Yue Xi asked, “Scared?”

Xiao Qing shook her head. Honestly, she preferred this type of setting over the bustling city; it seemed to suit her naturally.

Yue Xi smiled and said, “Hold my hand,” then led the way into the haunted house.

This was a commission.

After that night’s live stream, there was a strong reaction online. Many viewers praised Yue Xi’s talismans and asked for links to purchase them.

Ji Shuang approached Yue Xi about it. Yue Xi thought, since drawing protective talismans didn’t take much effort, she agreed.

The first batch—fifty talismans—sold out instantly. Those who got them were overjoyed; those who didn’t immediately wanted more. Yue Xi worried that too much distribution could reveal certain secrets, so she limited it to once a month.

Ji Shuang informed the fans accordingly, who understood but were eager for the next batch. Within two days, demand had already reached thousands.

On the third day after the talismans sold, someone contacted Ji Shuang, asking the Daoist to exorcise a ghost.

Yue Xi initially wanted to remain aloof, maintaining her image as a high-level master who didn’t venture out easily. But the client’s wealth was overwhelming.

She didn’t want to give in so quickly, but the offer was too generous.

After receiving the deposit, Yue Xi agreed to take action, specifically choosing to go at night.

The day and month elements indicated that nighttime was precisely when all sorts of malevolent spirits would be active—a perfect time to deal with them.

The mansion’s situation had been explained by the owner. It was a two-story, antique-style, standalone villa located in the suburbs, a good distance from the main road. Behind it lay a forest, with no other houses nearby, making the place even more eerie.

A gruesome murder had occurred there. The owner, a wealthy man, had bought the villa to secretly keep a mistress. His original wife discovered this and, while they slept, killed the mistress with a knife. In the struggle that followed, the husband and wife fell from the upper floor. The wife, heavily pregnant, was crushed to death by the husband.

The scene was reportedly bloody; the walls of the bedroom were splattered with blood. The couple had no children. Other relatives divided the remaining property, leaving only the villa as ownerless.

Most people avoid houses where deaths occur, let alone one with three deaths.

The young woman who hired Yue Xi was an unfortunate victim of this situation.

Eventually, the villa came into the possession of a man connected to the original owner. He owed the young woman’s family money and gave her the villa as repayment. The young woman’s family was simple and accepted, as the villa’s value far exceeded the debt.

Upon arriving in Ming City, however, they realized the villa was haunted. They were too scared even to enter.

But the contract had been signed, and the man had disappeared. The family had no choice but to endure it and seek ways to purify the house.

One day, the girl happened to see Ji Shuang’s live stream. Seeing how skilled Yue Xi was, she decided to give her a try.

After all, the situation couldn’t get worse.

The three of them pushed open the door and entered. Inside, it was pitch black, with a stench of rot and rust filling the air. Xiao Qing, sensitive to smells, immediately gagged.

Yue Xi patted her back. “Hold your nose.”

Xiao Qing complied.

Ji Shuang, with her big light bulb, turned on the lights, but she felt something sticky underfoot, as if she had stepped on bubblegum.

Looking down, she nearly screamed—her feet were not on the floor at all, but on dark, bloody, stinking ground!

Ji Shuang’s heart pounded as she quickly switched on the light and looked for Yue Xi and Xiao Qing—but both had vanished.

“Daoist! Xiao Qing!”

No one answered. The first floor was covered in snow, and the white walls were splattered with blood, creating an extremely eerie space.

Ji Shuang’s heart raced as she ran, stepping on the stairs, when suddenly the step beneath her disappeared into a whirlpool.

The whirlpool vanished instantly, and the staircase returned to normal, without even footprints.

Her phone, lying on the ground, faced the ceiling. The originally pure white ceiling began oozing blood, and the plaster seemed to move as if it were breathing.

The live-stream audience was stunned. Comments poured in, praising the Daoist for protection, while some braver viewers urged Ji Shuang to bring the phone closer for a better view.

No one replied, but the phone moved on its own, pointing at the ceiling. The image became much clearer.

In the midst of viewers’ frantic prayers for protection, blood started dripping from the ceiling. One drop… then another.

The phone screen was soon covered by snow, leaving viewers with only a sea of red.

【What’s happening?!】
【Is that really blood?!】
【Good thing I bought the Daoist’s talisman. Holding it in my hand while lying in my boyfriend’s arms—I feel safe.】
【Are you sure you’re in your boyfriend’s arms?】

Yue Xi held Xiao Qing’s hand and found the light switch with the phone.

Ji Shuang, meanwhile, was struggling to turn on the lights.

Once the lights were on, Yue Xi surveyed the blood-strewn villa and clicked her tongue. “What a waste of a good house.”

“Where’s Ji Shuang?” Xiao Qing asked, hearing her breathing but not seeing her.

“Maybe the ghost took her,” Xiao Qing said calmly.

Yue Xi narrowed her eyes, holding up a talisman that floated to the staircase.

“Looks like the ghost did take her,” she said nonchalantly.

She left the talisman there to pin down the ghost, then peeked at the first floor and sensed the heaviest resentment was coming from the second floor.

Suddenly, a faint light appeared somewhere.

She held Xiao Qing’s hand with one hand and clutched a talisman with the other, cautiously approaching the corner of the staircase.

There, they found Ji Shuang’s phone still fixed in place for live streaming.

The faint sound was the background music from the stream—a dark, eerie instrumental track, intentionally creating a spooky atmosphere.

Now the atmosphere was eerie enough, but the streamer was gone.

Blood continued spreading, and as viewers panicked and considered leaving, Yue Xi’s voice came through, and the screen instantly returned to normal.

【Feeling safe thanks to the Daoist!】
【Daoist, hurry and draw the talisman! Without it, I can’t feel safe.】
【V a fox spirit, Daoist, show your strength.】

Yue Xi looked at the dense barrage of comments. She was about to turn off the stream, but remembered Ji Shuang had risked her safety for the live broadcast. Closing it would make her efforts meaningless.

“Hello everyone, Ji Shuang has some matters to attend to. I’ll take over the live stream. If you see anything bloody or terrifying, please leave immediately,” Yue Xi said, handing the phone to Xiao Qing and continuing up the stairs.

The staircase was covered in blood. Every step was sticky, making each step a struggle. The thuds of their shoes against the stairs echoed in the silent house, adding an unnerving tension.

Yue Xi and Xiao Qing remained calm, but viewers were tense, barely daring to breathe.

The layout was simple: rooms on both sides of the staircase, with a large central space.

The eerie part was the central space—a large jar containing half a jar of blood, bubbling. Blood on the first and second floors appeared to be flowing from this jar.

“This jar is suspicious. Be careful,” Yue Xi warned Xiao Qing.

Viewers asked why she immediately singled out the jar—it was invisible from their perspective.

【Seriously, in such a fancy villa, a broken jar of blood is obviously suspicious. Stay away, Daoist.】
【Even if it’s ominous, meeting the Daoist is lucky.】
【They don’t even know what the Daoist does—luck follows her!】

Yue Xi ignored the comments, telling Xiao Qing to stay back, and approached the jar herself with a talisman.

Unexpectedly, before she could get close, a bloody hand dragged her into the jar.

Previously, she hadn’t sensed much evil from the jar and assumed it wasn’t very dangerous—but she had underestimated it.

The talisman in her hand turned to ash in the swirling blood, and her vision blurred.

She had to hold on—otherwise, Xiao Qing and Ji Shuang would be in danger.

Xiao Qing watched as Yue Xi was dragged into the jar. She threw down what she was holding and ran forward, but another bloody hand grabbed her. Just as she was about to be submerged, a sharp pain at her ear injected something into her body.

She effortlessly broke free, flying out of the jar. Her white dress was dyed red, blood dripping as she landed.

Xiao Qing’s eyes turned cold; her long hair moved without wind. A faint green vine mark appeared behind her ear.

“You worthless things, let my sister go!”

Her aura exploded, powerful magic sweeping through the room. Heavy curtains lifted, the shattered phone screen lay on the floor, and the blood in the jar churned. Blood spilled across the floor, the smell nearly suffocating.

Xiao Qing’s expression was unreadable, her gaze icy.

Seeing the jar still resisting, she raised a hand gently, and a crack appeared along it.

The blood churned violently. Xiao Qing frowned, her patience gone. With a single gesture, the jar shattered, the blood spilling and soaking into the floor, disappearing.

Xiao Qing snorted, “Foolish things who don’t know life or death!”

Yue Xi got up from the ground, shaking off the blood. Xiao Qing ran over and hugged her, her small face scrunched up.

“Finally, you came out. That scared me to death.”

Xiao Qing: “It really did scare me.”

Viewers: “? Don’t exaggerate! Who just instantly killed the evil spirit?!”

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