Quick Transmigration: I Became a Scumbag And Became a Universal Charmer

Entering the Quick Transmigration Bureau, Cen Yu's assigned task is to play various scumbags!

He has to be so despicable that the main character (shou) leaves him and turns to countless h...

Chapter 341 The Scumbag Son-in-Law Who Transmigrated into a Horror Novel 8

If it were Cen Yu, who had just been working in a small dungeon, she would probably be thinking—

After all, he's a protagonist obsessed with romance, so it's normal for him to fall in love at first sight!

However, after experiencing four worlds, Cen Yu no longer believes in the stereotypical "love-obsessed innocent girl" or "naive and kind" persona.

While Cen Yu's mind was wandering, he didn't forget to keep throwing yellow paper into the brazier. It was at this moment that he suddenly felt someone touch the back of his neck.

Cen Yu: "..."

He turned his head. Pei Heng was looking down, seemingly lost in thought. Chu Yichen was also watching the incense burner, making sure the three lit incense sticks didn't go out.

It's a ghost story.

Cen Yu thought to himself, but he knew he couldn't say it now, so he could only pretend not to know and continue throwing yellow paper into the brazier.

The thing that touched him seemed to have noticed Cen Yu's "forbearance" and became even more unrestrained.

Because he was looking down, a section of his neck was exposed from the edge of his shirt, and his hand was caressing that patch of skin, as if he was looking forward to seeing Cen Yu scream in fright.

Cen Yu pretended not to notice anything and casually asked Chu Yichen how his recent business venture was going.

Chu Yichen seemed surprised that Cen Yu cared about this, and perhaps to dispel the fear of something being in the mourning hall, he spoke up.

Pei Heng had some knowledge of Chu Yichen's recent entrepreneurial venture and joined in the conversation.

The hand seemed unwilling to be ignored by Cen Yu, so the other hand slowly rested on Cen Yu's shoulder.

Cen Yu could clearly sense that it was probably a man's hand.

Not slender, with distinct finger bones and even somewhat rough palms, "his" left hand rested on Cen Yu's shoulder, while his right hand caressed the back of Cen Yu's neck, seemingly feeling displeased by being deliberately ignored... His left hand also slowly slid down the shoulder line of Cen Yu's suit to behind his ear, and then his hands overlapped and grasped Cen Yu's neck.

Cen Yu thought he heard some laughter, and the hands gripping his neck were slowly tightening.

Perhaps it was Cen Yu's unusual silence that made Pei Heng vaguely sense something was amiss. He turned his head and glanced at him—

Cen Yu, dressed in a suit, sat cross-legged on the futon, holding a piece of yellow paper in one hand, but he didn't move for a long time.

Pei Heng felt that something was wrong with the scene. Upon closer inspection, he realized that Cen Yu was panting heavily, as if something was preventing him from breathing.

"Cen Yu!" Pei Heng couldn't help but exclaim, "Are you asleep?"

In fact, Cen Yu felt that he was having some difficulty breathing, but not to the point of being completely out of breath.

It was as if that thing was toying with him.

Pei Heng immediately stood up, wanting to reach out and touch Cen Yu's neck—

The creature seemed somewhat afraid of Pei Heng. As soon as Pei Heng approached, it immediately released Cen Yu's neck and disappeared without a trace.

Pei Heng's fingers touched Cen Yu's neck.

Cold—that was Pei Heng's first impression.

He immediately reached out and touched Cen Yu's neck, finding it icy cold from the side to the back, as if it had just come out of an ice cellar.

"What's wrong?" Chu Yichen had also noticed Pei Heng and Cen Yu's little commotion, and he couldn't help but ask.

Pei Heng's hand didn't leave Cen Yu's neck. He covered Cen Yu's neck, as if trying to warm up the skin for him. "It's nothing," Pei Heng said.

“He was a little sleepy, so I reminded him not to fall asleep here,” Pei Heng said casually.

In order not to break the superficial balance maintained in the mourning hall, Pei Heng could not tell Chu Yichen directly that he suspected Cen Yu had just been choked by a ghost, so he could only say it differently.

Cen Yu's neck was covered by Pei Heng's hand. Unlike the cold hand from before, Pei Heng's body temperature was much higher.

However, he was really not used to Pei Heng being so kind to him, so he patted Pei Heng's hand, signaling him to take it away—

"I'm fine." But before Cen Yu could finish speaking, he coughed a few times.

Pei Heng could feel the tremor from Cen Yu's Adam's apple when he coughed in his palm... He didn't let go of his hand, but just looked at Cen Yu and said, "Say less."

From Pei Heng's actions, Chu Yichen could somewhat sense that Cen Yu had just encountered something strange.

He glanced at the three incense sticks in the incense burner, the yellow paper in the brazier, and even the ever-burning lamp at the corner of the coffin. All three things were burning... According to their previous speculation, as long as there were no problems in these three places, those things probably wouldn't be able to get close to them.

But now, Cen Yu was being choked by that thing.

Although Chu Yichen didn't want to think this way, it seemed there was only one possibility—

That thing is slowly getting stronger over time.

He glanced at the time; there were less than 10 minutes left until 12 o'clock.

Chu Yichen walked over, half-squatted down, and carefully examined Cen Yu's neck. "Let me see." He gestured for Pei Heng to let go.

Pei Heng glanced at Chu Yichen before slowly letting go.

Chu Yichen could see the fingerprints on Cen Yu's neck... The fingerprints were a strange bluish-black color, and no one could pretend not to see them.

It was as if some unseen force within the mourning hall was provoking them, attempting to disrupt this balance.

Chu Yichen, without batting an eye, began to lie, "Your neck is a little allergic."

Cen Yu could certainly notice the change in Chu Yichen's expression the instant he saw his neck, and he immediately knew that there was something wrong with his neck. He turned to Pei Heng and said, "Give me the phone."

Pei Heng took out his phone and handed it to him.

Cen Yu opened the front camera and glanced at it, naturally seeing the almost ferocious bluish-black finger marks on his neck.

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