"Wei, wei! Feng Mian, what are you doing? Don't tell me you're trying to set the palace on fire! Tch, this late at night, if you're not sleeping are you attracting ghosts ah?" System 555 imagined a headless female ghost with long claws coming out from the trees and involuntarily shivered.
"Scared?" Feng Mian chaffed. She aligned the stack of joss paper in her hand and threw them into the fire pit one by one.
"Hmph, this daddy has been in this world longer than your ancestors have been alive. What dirty things haven't this daddy seen? This daddy was just worried that you, this coward would be scared."
As if responding to System 555 provocation, there was the sound of rustling leaves sweeping the cold wind.
Feng Mian felt the back of her head becoming twice as heavy. 555 have latched on to another part of her consciousness. It even feigned gallantry while poking out its head once in a while. "Heh, vile evil spirits! Come if you dare, this daddy will show you what is a dragon and what is a worm!"
Feng Mian who was exploited while squatting: "..............."
Like a domino effect, the howling of wolves erupted sporadically. 555 was immediately silenced. "Xiao Mian. I think I hear your mother calling. Let's go home."
What bullshit, she was transmigrated here an orphan. There was a twinge of longing for her real mother sprouting. "Wait a bit more, there's still a few joss paper left."
Feng Mian continues burning the paper unhurriedly.
More howls echoed instantaneously from miles away along with other unidentifiable noises in the background. 555 spoke out in a low voice, "Mian Mian, did you hear that? Let's pack up and go home ah."
Feng Mian hummed. "Call me daddy."
System 555: "... Daddy"
Feng Mian let out a low chuckle. "Don't be scared baobei, I'm almost done. I'll sing you a song in the meantime."
System 555: Sing your head ah.
She cleared her throat. "Oh, owaaooo ooooh oooh oooh. My first love broke my heart for the first time and I was like baobei, baobei, baobei, ooooooohhhh. My baobei, baobei, baobei, nooooooohhhh."
System: 'What is this insidious howling? Was he in the middle of a ghost summoning ritual?'
In the middle of its host howling baobei mid chorus, 555 was startled when Feng Mian began to break into sobs.
"Waaaaahhhhhh~"
"...Host?" 'Is she possessed already?'
Feng Mian stuttered into incoherent ramblings. "Baobei ahhhhh~ Haikillpershon... Hosemate... Buygrossberies... Left... gas... on... eggsplodded... JUNLI AHHHH... JUNLIIII... Amsooshorry. (I killed a person... housemate... buy groceries... left gas on... exploded... I'm so sorry)".
"Moooommmyy... Daddyyy... Toyledsitwazgreat... I... miz... jogolattoo." (Toilet seat was great. I miss chocolate too).
Between the hiccups and snot coming down from her nose, 555 couldn't really make out what she was trying to say, but it heard the name 'Junli' being wailed several times. Her wailings sounded eerier than a malicious ghost.
Even as she wailed, her hands fastidiously continue to toss joss papers into the flame.
"Okay, okay don't cry anymore host. Hao Junlin isn't dead. That fella's just comatose. Aren't we working hard to save him now?" 555 consoled.
555 didn't really understand why its host is burning paper money for someone who isn't dead yet. Isn't this wishing him to visit King Yama sooner?
Her hiccups grew more sparse. "But... what if... if... he's missing half of his face when he wakes up? That *hiccup* sissy is a face-con"
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Quick Transmigration: The Day I Blew Up My Housemate
ФэнтезиOn his 21st birthday, Hao Junlin's housemate's surprise birthday cake surprised him into an early grave. With his soul scattered across multitudes of time and planes, Feng Mian resigned herself to contract with System 555 in order to bring him back...
