Chapter 266 The Eleventh Day of Entering a Xuanhuan Novel

Chapter 266: The Eleventh Day of Transmigrating into a Fantasy Novel

Gan Feng watched from the side, feeling that the atmosphere was strangely off.

Xie Xuandu shifted his gaze from An Yi to Gan Feng, curling his lips into a smile at him.

Gan Feng: Damn!

A chill ran up from his tailbone—he felt that this Taoist's gaze was terrifying.

Comment section:

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

"These two big shots who just came in aren't going to be the protagonist's grandpa-level masters later, are they? Top-tier big shots encountered in the noob village usually are."

"Two old-timer mentors? This novel's protagonist is treated this well?"

"I feel like something's off!"

"The way these two newcomers are described is kinda GAY."

"The protagonist's parents' love story? That's some good stuff..."

"You two are acting a little too intimate..."

"Oh, it's fine! I'm used to it. Us male-oriented web novel authors just don't know our own strength—they're definitely brotherly love! (I've seen it all.jpg)"

"Who doesn't know that? Just teasing!"

"Bro, turn around (in a breathy voice)."

"Feeling good is normal."

"Bro, don't look back—the pain is normal too."

"Don't worry, the pain is normal, and so is the vacant stare..."

"What's stabbing you in the back isn't a knife, bro."

"You guys are getting so hyped now—what if the author actually makes them canon gay later? (Just a suggestion.jpg)"

"Hahahahahahahaha, how could that be! This is a male-oriented novel!"

"..."

An Yi: "..."

Sure enough, as night deepened, a light drizzle began to fall outside the temple, raindrops pattering against the broken roof and window frames, ushering in a biting cold.

The woman's crying ceased for quite some time, leaving only the sound of rain and the occasional sputter of the oil lamp's flame inside the temple.

Gan Feng sat beside his luggage, ears perked up, paying close attention to the outside.

It seemed that female ghost... had left?

(Gan Feng: System! System! Did that female ghost leave? With those two big shots here, she definitely wouldn't dare come, right? Does this count as me passing this stage?)

(System sneered: Host, you're overthinking it. This system has detected that the female ghost hasn't gone far at all. And let me remind you—only 'monsters' you personally engage and land the killing blow on will be rewarded by this system. Even if that female ghost leaves, you'll have to find another monster to fight!)

(Gan Feng wailed inwardly: Seriously?! I still have to fight those two big shots for the kill?!)

Just as Gan Feng was arguing with the system in his head, the woman's crying started up again, on and off!

The female ghost outside the temple saw that the people inside didn't seem to have noticed her. That Taoist had only glanced casually and hadn't looked her way again, so she judged they posed no threat.

This time, her crying was clearer and more plaintive, as if filled with endless grief, and... it was getting closer!

At first, it seemed to linger outside the temple gate, then gradually moved around to beneath the broken window, and finally, the sobbing seemed to echo within the empty hall itself, wisp by wisp, burrowing into one's bones with piercing cold.

Gan Feng clutched a wooden staff tightly in his hand, knuckles white from gripping too hard, his body trembling beyond his control.

He stole glances at the door several times, then at An Yi, who seemed completely still as if in meditation, and Xie Xuandu, who remained perpetually smiling. He opened his mouth as if to speak, then hesitated.

These two... couldn't care less?

He cleared his throat and looked at An Yi and Xie Xuandu: "Did you two hear any sound?"

An Yi's eyes curved into a smile: "Didn't hear anything."

Xie Xuandu also pretended to look puzzled: "What sound?"

Gan Feng: "..."

(Gan Feng's inner breakdown: System! It's coming in! It's actually coming in! Why aren't the big shots reacting?!)

(System: Uh... if they're not moving, either they think the threat is too small to bother with, or... they just want to watch the drama. Host, be prepared—them not stealing your kill is a good thing!)

Finally, just as the spine-chilling crying was almost at his ear, the temple door was pushed open a crack again.

No wind or rain rushed in, only a thicker aura of bone-chilling cold spread through.

A woman in a plain white dress, with a slender, graceful figure, timidly poked her head in.

Her face was pretty, with delicate brows and almond-shaped eyes, but now she was tear-streaked, eyes reddened, looking pitifully lovely.

Her hair bun was slightly loose, a few strands of hair falling by her cheeks, and her thin dress, dampened by the rain, clung tightly to her body, outlining an alluring figure.

"Young masters, y-young masters..." Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a heart-wrenching sob, her gaze shimmering as she quickly swept over An Yi and Xie Xuandu before finally settling on Gan Feng the scholar, who looked like the easiest target and best matched her hunting criteria:

"I've lost my way and have nowhere to shelter from the wind and rain outside. Could you... could you let me come in and get out of the rain?"

The corner of Gan Feng's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Sure enough! The scholar-attracts-female-ghost constitution never changes!

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "That's not quite appropriate, is it? One man... three men and one lone woman."

Seeing that Gan Feng hadn't agreed, a faint, barely perceptible glint flickered in the female ghost's eyes.

She swayed, extending a hand so pale it was almost translucent, with nails faintly tinged blue, gripping the doorframe, her sweet voice growing even more sorrowful: "Kind sir, please have mercy, save me... It's so cold and dark outside..."

Gan Feng gave a start. Seeing that hand, he instinctively wanted to dodge but forcibly held himself back—they were going to fight anyway!!

Gan Feng forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, forcing an awkward but polite smile onto his face, and let out two dry laughs: "Ha, haha... Then m-miss, please come in. It's raining hard outside—hurry, come in!"

As he spoke, he discreetly scooted his butt backward, trying to put some distance between them.

Hearing this, the female ghost's face broke into a sorrowful yet grateful smile as she fully entered the temple.

Satisfied with Gan Feng's cooperation, she let her gaze sweep once more over An Yi and Xie Xuandu in the corner. Seeing that they still hadn't stirred, she felt even bolder—indeed, they hadn't noticed anything amiss about her.

That Taoist must be a fake, after all.

She began circling Gan Feng, recounting her tragic tale—of being bullied by tyrants, forced to flee her home, and so on—her voice mournful, trying to further bewitch the scholar's mind and drain his yang energy.

Gan Feng, fighting the urge to shiver, listened to the ghost's story while frantically calling out to his System in his mind:

(System: Host, stay calm! Aim for its brow! I'll assist you in locking on!)