Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 174 She always asks for 10

As a result, the four of them searched all day but couldn't find the spirit beast.

And I was so tired that I was panting heavily.

Seeing the sky already turning red, Wen Chuyan decided to let everyone fill their stomachs first by catching a few fish.

While Wen Chuyan was catching fish, Song Xianyin watched the whole time, afraid that he might find some treasure.

Song Xianyin was completely relieved when the fish started to be grilled.

It seems there won't be any today.

Wen Chuyan quietly went to gather firewood. He was halfway through when he saw something on the ground and frowned: "This is..."

"Soul-Devouring Blood Raven!"

The next second, Song Xianyin ran to Wen Chuyan's side.

Wen Chuyan looked at Song Xianyin beside him with a completely bewildered expression.

Miss Song really runs so fast!

Before Wen Chuyan could react, Song Xianyin quickly slashed Wen Chuyan's sword, then immediately grabbed the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven by the neck and dripped the blood from her hand into its mouth.

“Recognize me as your master!” Song Xianyin stared intently at the crow in her hand.

Wen Chuyan also looked at the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven in her hand with a serious expression.

The Blood Raven sensed the blood in its mouth and quickly smacked its lips a few times.

His eyes narrowed, and his whole body began to tremble.

Song Xianyin looked at Wen Chuyan with some fear: "Wen Chuyan, is this normal?"

Wen Chuyan really wanted to say that this was not normal at all. This Soul-Devouring Blood Raven was acting like it had hysteria. It was terrifying.

He took the crow from her hand and hesitated, saying, "It should be normal, I've never encountered this situation before."

The Soul-Devouring Blood Raven let out a few unpleasant cries, tilted its head to the side, and then lost consciousness.

Song Xianyin, Wen Chuyan: ? ? ?

Mu Silan, who was sitting in front of the campfire, rolled her eyes: "It doesn't like your blood, so it's faking its death."

Wen Chuyan was somewhat surprised: "How could such a thing happen?"

He had never encountered anything like it before.

Seeing Wen Chuyan's concerned gaze, Song Xianyin casually stuffed the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven into her bag and pulled its head out as she did so.

"It will accept me someday, right?"

Seeing Song Xianyin's expectant eyes, Wen Chuyan had no choice but to nod.

The Blood Raven woke up several times during the event, and Song Xianyin fed it blood every time it woke up.

Wen Chuyan looked at Song Xianyin, hesitating to speak: "Miss Song, I don't think this is good for your health."

Every time it wakes up, Miss Song has to cut her finger to bleed it. If it never recognizes its owner, how long will she have to keep cutting it?

“I have a solution,” Wen Chuyan said with a serious expression.

Whether it was Song Xianyin's imagination or not, she felt that the unconscious Soul-Devouring Blood Raven was actually reacting a little.

“I’ve heard that ‘spare the rod and spoil the child,’ although that analogy might not be quite right,” Wen Chuyan said hesitantly.

He looked tentatively at Song Xianyin: "Perhaps we can try to subdue it?"

The space fell silent instantly.

Everyone else looked at him in disbelief, not because Wen Chuyan's words were wrong, but because they couldn't believe that the usually gentle and polite Wen Chuyan had said such a thing.

Seeing their gazes, Wen Chuyan blushed to the roots of his neck and quickly waved his hand, "Never mind, never mind, I was just talking nonsense."

But a miracle happened. The Soul-Devouring Blood Raven immediately jumped up and nuzzled Song Xianyin's hand affectionately, showing no trace of its previous reluctance.

The others watched in complete silence.

After they finished eating the fish, they went down the mountain. On the way down, Song Xianyin always felt that something was watching her.

She gripped Wen Chuyan's clothes tightly and tentatively glanced back.

When she turned around, she was almost scared to death.

The female ghost in the red wedding dress followed behind her, less than a meter away.

Seeing Song Xianyin turn around, the female ghost was stunned for a moment. She didn't say anything and stayed close to her side.

As they walked to the foot of the mountain, the female ghost watched them leave with longing eyes.

The man and the ghost stared at each other blankly.

Song Xianyin clearly saw her lips move: "I want to leave."

Song Xianyin frowned. What did she mean by leaving? Did she want to be reincarnated?

"What's wrong?" Wen Chuyan asked in a low voice.

He held his sword, looking around warily.

Song Xianyin shook her head: "Fellow Daoist Wen, why don't those ghosts reincarnate?"

Wen Chuyan was already used to her erratic thinking. He thought about it carefully and said, "It could be that there is resentment, or it could be that the real body was not properly buried."

He has also seen many ghosts, and most of them don't reincarnate for these two reasons.

Song Xianyin lowered her head. "Is that so?"

"Miss Song, have you seen anything strange?" Wen Chuyan suddenly asked.

Song Xianyin was conflicted. It would be better to tell Wen Chuyan about this, but she had previously told her not to tell anyone else.

"No, I was just asking."

Wen Chuyan looked at Song Xianyin's expression and nodded thoughtfully.

Listening to their conversation, Jiang Wange chuckled softly: "Miss Song, don't be afraid. Fellow Daoist Wen has plenty of experience when it comes to encountering ghosts."

Song Xianyin gave a dry laugh: "That would be best."

Fortunately, she didn't tell Wen Chuyan.

Wen Chuyan glanced at Jiang Wange, then lowered his eyes and remained silent.

It seems someone in the village is getting married again; the music keeps playing.

When Song Xianyin looked over, she was still in the direction of the village chief's house.

By the time Wen Chuyan had finished tidying up everything, there was no sound of talking in the room.

He sat cross-legged next to Song Xianyin, surrounded by continuous, pitiful screams. Soon, the screams disappeared, replaced by bursts of clear laughter.

Wen Chuyan sighed. It's no wonder it's so noisy, how could anyone sleep?

He stood by Song Xianyin's bedside. She was sleeping soundly, her face buried in the blankets, her cheeks flushed.

Wen Chuyan gently pulled the blanket down a little, and her breathing finally became steady.

Wen Chuyan calmly picked up the dirty thing lying on her head, frowned, and threw it on the ground.

The little devil was stunned for a moment after being thrown. Looking at Wen Chuyan in front of her, she burst into tears. Her cries were shrill and piercing, piercing Wen Chuyan's eardrums.

"It's so noisy." Wen Chuyan sighed.

The sword pierced the little devil with a sudden burst of power, a trace of ghostly energy still lingering on the blade.

She must have encountered a ghost this afternoon, because he couldn't see it at all.

Wen Chuyan was a little puzzled as to why Miss Song didn't tell him, since she had already said that the two of them were good friends.

Is there something special about that ghost, something so special that it's even better than their relationship?

"Reincarnation?" Wen Chuyan murmured.

What a hassle! Why do we have to reincarnate these ghosts? They're completely useless to humans.

Jiang Wange gently opened her eyes. She looked at the ghostly aura in the corner, and her eyelashes trembled.

Wen Chuyan really fits the characteristics of the Heavenly Sword Sect. He is gentle and polite to everyone, even to magical beasts, but he doesn't even blink when killing ghosts.