Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The clear sound of hitting the ground came from a dark corner.

Accompanied by the sound of dragging footsteps, a rough and hoarse voice came from that direction:

“I didn’t expect you to actually find this place.”

The dim beam of the flashlight pierced through the thick darkness, with the turning of Ge Xiu’s wrist, it moved towards a door, showing a wrinkled old face not far away. Those cloudy eyes covered with a shadow were staring fixedly at Ge Xiu, reflecting a sinister cold glint under the light.

The numerous human puppets above his head were shifting, making a swishing sound, like the sound of clothes swinging in the wind.

The vague stiff smiling faces looked down, seeming particularly eerie and strange against the coffins piled up in the entire ancestral hall.

At some unknown moment, the wind started to blow outside.

The strong wind made sharp whistling sound, banging against the tightly closed doors and windows of the ancestral hall, as if trying to overturn the entire building, but the air in the ancestral hall was still stagnant and dead, like an isolated and independent space.

Ge Xiu raised his eyebrows, there wasn’t much surprise on his face:

“It’s you.”

The hunched old woman walked slowly towards him, the smile on her face grew bigger and bigger:

“Did you like the coffin I choose for you?”

Ge Xiu turned his face slightly, his eyes swept to the side.

Next to the coffin with the bloody corpse, there was another coffin. It’s surface was made out of darker wood and the lid was wide open, exposing the snow-white lining inside, which was particularly dazzling in the dim light.

The old woman had already walked up to Ge Xiu at this moment.

Her eyes were sinister and greedy, like a slimy viper, slithering close to the skin as if it had substance and slowly swept from the top of Ge Xiu’s head to his feet, her voice was intoxicated, as she muttered softly: “So beautiful …”

The old woman stretched out her hand, which was as shrunken and rough as the bark of a dead tree and her sharp black fingertips looked strangely sharp. Her hoarse chuckle echoed in the hall:

“Although I don’t know how you brought him in. “

“But as long as I’m here, he can’t get in.” The eagle-claw like hand reached out to Ge Xiu and tightly grasped his wrist, tightening the hold with palm as rough as sandpaper firmly.

Amidst the loud slamming doors and windows, her eerie voice was joyful: “Regardless of how much he hits and fights.”

The strong wind outside the ancestral hall was howling, as if it was about to uproot the entire ancestral hall. The windows made deafening noises, like a boat shaking in a storm, but the inside of the boat was as silent as ever.

Wrinkled fingers gently stroked the young man’s slender and clean wrist, as well as the fair and delicate skin.

The old woman let out a girlish giggle:

“——you will become my most beautiful puppet.”

Ge Xiu, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the old woman’s skinny wrist.

The old woman was taken aback and looked up at the other party.

The young man’s eyelashes were slightly drooping, the eyes hidden under the eyelashes were dark and cold. The surrounding light was dim, making his face seem even more fair, as he looked on with a peaceful expression, without the slightest sense of tension from his life safety being threatened.

The corners of his pale lips were slightly raised, showing a looming smile:

“Why do you think… I dared to come in because I brought him?”

——Wasn’t that the case?

The old woman froze for a moment, her cloudy eyes stared blankly at the face that was so close, and she couldn’t turn her head around for a while.

If it wasn’t for this evil ghost that made even her fear getting close, how could he leave the room so boldly in the middle of the night and even come to the ancestral hall without fear? For so many years, players who had lived in the village came one after another and her collection of puppets was growing more and more as time went by, she had never seen any player dare to wander around like this without fear of death.

The smile on Ge Xiu’s lips deepened.

The strength between his fingers increased slowly, he grabbed the other’s wrist, and pulled the her dark and haggard hand away from his arm little by little.

The old woman’s fingers trembled slightly due to excessive force, the skinny and sharp claw-like hands slowly opened, and they were gradually and irresistibly pulled away from the other’s skin, slowly distancing from the soft and warm skin, the slender and delicate bones were getting further and further away—

her eyes widened suddenly, the eyeballs covered with a layer of cloudy white trembled slightly due to shock.

This, how was this possible? !

The old woman could clearly feel the pain caused by the other party’s tight grip on her wrist. It was so clear and undeniable, as if branded on her wrist. Her skin wrinkled and thin weak bones made a crackling sound under the heavy pressure.

The pain was so vivid and real, it was something she’d never felt it since she became such a powerful being.

How could it be? !

Why was this happening? ! !

The elderly woman raised her head in disbelief, looking at the calm face of the young man, a chilling feeling of fear that she had never felt before slowly rose from her back.

… Who was he? !

The young man smiled, then raised his foot without warning and kicked her abdomen hard.

The old woman was kicked out unexpectedly and fell heavily to the ground.

Leaning on the crooked cane, she stood up slowly, her hunched figure became shorter than before. She coughed a few times, then she slowly raised her head, her face twisted with resentment and anger making it look even more ugly and deformed, every wrinkle on her face seemed to be trembling.

She screamed hoarsely:

“Kill him!!!”

As the old woman’s voice fell, the puppets hanging on the top of the ancestral hall seemed to have gotten her order, their stiff faces suddenly suddenly changed into ferocious and terrifying expression, as if being manipulated by an invisible puppet thread, they all suddenly flew towards the young man standing in the ancestral hall.

Ge Xiu chuckled lightly.

The ear-piercing “rrrrippp” and “tear” sounded in the empty ancestral hall, the human skin puppets were torn into pieces violently and fell limply to the ground. Their high numbers didn’t seemed to have affected him at all, the puppets as vulnerable as a pieces of paper in front of him.

The expression on the old woman’s face changed from complacency to surprise, and then from surprise to panic.

All paranormal existences were completely useless in front of that human being, all metaphysical attacks being easily resolved by absolute violence.

She seemed to have finally realized the mistake she made, the wrinkles on her face that resembled old bark trembled twice.

The old woman turned around wisely and wanted to slip away, but before she could do anything, she felt her neckline being grabbed.

That power was almost unshakable, no matter how much she pulled, she couldn’t break free from it.

She froze.

The old woman turned her head slowly, bit by bit.

Not far away, the still-lit flashlight was lying on the ground, rolling along the ground towards the distance, making crisp clanging sound when it hit the side of one of the coffins.

It rolled twice and finally stopped moving.

Under the dim and flickering light, amidst the increasingly fierce howling wind around him, the young man’s calm face looked ever so eerie, even the slightly upturned corners of his mouth looked evil in her eyes:

“Where do you want to go?”

He asked with a smile in his voice.

The elderly woman: “…”

She shrank her body subconsciously, her cloudy eyes were finally stained with some fear.

Twenty minutes later.

The gate of the ancestral hall was kicked open and a dark object was thrown out through the door. After rolling a few times on the ground, it hit the threshold of the ancestral hall and stopped.

That dark shadowy mass coughed violently and crawled into the distance tremblingly.

The howling and shaking wind outside the ancestral hall building stopped suddenly.

The next second, Ge Xiu, who had just stepped out of the gate of the ancestral hall, felt a strong impact from the front, and then, a cold body wrapped tightly around him, a pair of strong arms pressed him firmly into an tight embrace.

Ge Xiu: “…”

He felt like he could hear the sound of ribs rubbing against each other.

He raised his hand with some difficulty and slowly patted the man who seemed to want to rub the two bodies together, blending them into one, and said with difficulty, one word at a time:

“Let, go, hand, I… I can’t breathe, anymore.”

The man finally relaxed a bit.

He let go of Ge Xiu, a pair of dark eyes swept Ge Xiu nervously from head to toe, and his voice was slightly tense:

“How are you? Are you injured? Are you feeling okay?”

A series of questions were launched at Ge Xiu like a cannonball. Under the strong attack, he pinched the bridge of his nose with some headache:

“…Which one do you want me to answer first?”

Behind the two of them, the dark mass slowly squirmed towards the door, as if it wanting to take this opportunity to sneak away from here.

The man seemed to realize something, and turned his head to look behind him.

The pale, cold face grew even more gloomy.

The next second, with a light hook of his fingertips, the dark shadow was dragged in their direction as if being pulled by some invisible force, and then fell heavily under Ge Xiu’s feet.

The distorted and ugly face trembled and lifted up:

“I’ve answered all your questions… What else do you want…”

Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes and said kindly:

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you.”

Before the dark ghost could breathe a sigh of relief, the young man in front of him leaned on the shoulder of the man beside him bonelessly.

The smile on Ge Xiu’s face was innocent and harmless, and he said casually:

“But… My memory is a bit bad, what did you just say before? That I would be your most beautiful puppet?”

The old woman: “…”

In a flash, although ghosts were not sensitive to temperature perception, she still clearly felt that the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly.

The man standing next to the young man lowered his eyes and stared fixedly at the ghost lying on the ground. There was nothing in those dark eyes and it was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger, but the aura of gloomy evil ghost that seemed almost tangible approached in front of her, the sense of oppression that seemed to come from her soul made her tremble involuntarily.

Ge Xiu fanned the flames with a smile:

“By the way, didn’t you also want me to have a ghost marriage with that dead player?”

The man’s face suddenly darkened.

The old woman’s eyes suddenly went dark: “…”

It’s over.

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Elderly woman: Who is the dungeon boss, you or me? ? ? ? ?