Chapter 145 Cold-blooded Villains as Depicted by Cartoonists 2



"Host, I'm back."

System 000's voice was jubilant; you could tell how happy it was just by its tone.

"Egg, where have you been gallivanting off to? You've been having a great time, leaving me all alone in the village to look after the kids."

Shen Muqing brushed her teeth in front of the mirror, her mind filled with complaints about Egg.

"Host, I just went to upgrade the system, I didn't go fooling around. And where did you get this child from?"

"Egg, can you give me some useful cheat codes when you level up?"

System 000: "No."

"Tch~ What use are you?"

"Host, please watch your wording. The mission of this world is to bring together the male protagonist Zhou Linqian and the female protagonist Xiang Sui'an. I will send you the specific plot details later."

"You heartless and cold-blooded bastard."

Shen Muqing's expression in the mirror was constantly changing, sometimes playful and sometimes disgusted. Cang Jin stood at the door, looking at her coldly. He didn't understand the girl's behavior and found it strange.

While making breakfast, Shen Muqing was receiving the plot information. The male lead, Zhou Linqian, was also a cartoonist who mainly created supernatural comics. Xiang Sui'an was his wife. The current situation was that the female lead couldn't stand the male lead, and Shen Muqing wanted to bring them together.

"Egg, how do I get close to them?"

System 000: "There will be an exchange meeting soon, the male lead will appear, and you are on the list of invitees."

"good."

She ate the tomato and egg noodles she had made herself, and somehow the house felt cool even without the air conditioning on these past few days.

Cang Jin sat opposite her, knowing full well that Shen Muqing couldn't see him, but when the girl's bright eyes looked over, his heart still inexplicably trembled.

Shen Muqing's every activity was under his watchful eye. At first, he found it boring, but the more he watched, the more addicted he became. His gaze towards Shen Muqing was no longer indifferent, but carried a possessiveness that he himself was unaware of.

That day, Shen Muqing searched for the male protagonist Zhou Linqian online and found that he had drawn many comics, some of which were even adapted into anime.

He holds a high position in the comic book industry, has a large fan base, and his art style is so realistic that it makes you feel like you're actually there.

Shen Muqing opened a copy of his masterpiece, "Actually, There's Nobody in the Village," and the opening was a brutal blow; it certainly had something special.

She forced herself to read on despite her fear, and as she scrolled through the next few pages, goosebumps rose on her arms. Living alone, she was indeed a little scared.

As you scroll down the mouse, a grotesque face bursts onto the entire computer screen. The face is deathly pale, the lips are excessively red, and the mouth is twisted into an eerie arc. The head is turned ninety degrees, smiling at you in front of the screen. It's a female ghost.

"ah!"

Shen Muqing couldn't help but let out a brief scream. Good heavens, she even watches horror movies with censored images; this high-definition picture made her heart stop.

She quickly clicked on the next page, and the result was an even more terrifying one. The female ghost was wearing a red wedding dress and was floating in the air in the rainy night. From a distance, she looked like a red lantern, but upon closer inspection, she was a ghostly figure with her head down and her face obscured.

Wow!

She felt her heart was about to stop, and dared not click any further. She immediately closed the webpage, scrambled to her bed, covered herself with the blanket, and hid completely under it.

Her adrenaline surged, and whether it was her imagination or not, Shen Muqing heard a male voice laughing, which made her even more frightened.

The male voice was real. Cang Jin chuckled softly. "What a timid girl. You're so timid, yet you're watching this."

"I've never done anything wrong in my life, so don't come looking for me. I'm a good person."

The girl's muttering came from under the covers.

"Your Excellency, I am truly a good person, please spare me."

Just then, a gust of wind blew through the window, landing right on Shen Muqing's exposed feet. With a "whoosh," her feet were pulled back in.

"Don't come looking for me~"

Shen Muqing, lying under the covers, kept her eyes tightly shut. Even though the air was stuffy and she was sweating profusely, she didn't dare to lift the covers and kept muttering to herself.

Cang Jin, standing by the bed, found the scene before him truly hilarious; how could anyone be afraid of something so ethereal and intangible?

After an unknown amount of time, there was no sound from inside the blanket.

Afraid that the girl would suffocate, Cang Jin wanted to lift the blanket for her. He found that he could touch more and more things. When he first arrived, he couldn't touch anything, but now he could touch small things.

She had already fallen asleep under the covers, her forehead damp with sweat. Cang Jin gently straightened the thin blanket for her and tucked her wet hair aside.

The touch under his hand was warm and soft. Cang Jin's fingers curled up, unable to resist lingering on her face for a few more seconds.

Suddenly, Shen Muqing sensed something in her sleep and reached out to grab his fingers, refusing to let go.

Cang Jin stared blankly at their intertwined fingers. After a few seconds, he took the initiative and tightly grasped her fingers. His eyes were bright in the darkness as he stared straight at the girl on the bed.

That night, Shen Muqing slept soundly in his arms all night long. She lay on his chest, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat.

From his initial disdain to his current composure and initiative, Cang Jin has come to regard Shen Muqing as his own.

"I've arrived on a beautiful day."

In the morning, Shen Muqing woke up to the sunlight. She was no longer the timid girl she had been the night before; she was now terrifyingly strong.

Washing, eating, drinking, and sleeping—her day was simple, unpretentious, fulfilling, and happy.

Shen Muqing has finished serializing the comic she's working on, but it's been met with a barrage of criticism, all expressing dissatisfaction with the ending, wondering why all the main characters died.

A box of razor blades was even sent to her house. Shen Muqing smiled indifferently at this, saying that they were just the right amount to shave her eyebrows.

After finishing the story, she will have time to think about her mission. The exchange meeting is in three days. How should she connect with the male lead then?

She was somewhat troubled; it was a truly arduous and difficult task.

With nothing to do, she decided to make some desserts in the afternoon. After browsing through her phone, Shen Muqing decided to make cream puffs.

Luckily, she had an oven at home, so she followed the online instructions step by step and finally put the cream puffs into the oven to bake.

Cang Jin sat in a chair in the restaurant, watching Shen Muqing busy herself, wondering what she was doing.

"Hmm, it feels like something's missing. Oh right, we can cut some mango on it."

Without further ado, Shen Muqing took out a mango, but she overestimated her knife skills. Mangoes are not easy to peel, and Shen Muqing cut her hand without paying attention.

"Hiss~"

A string of blood beads appeared, and Shen Muqing quickly went out of the kitchen to rummage through the first-aid kit.

Upon hearing Shen Muqing's pained voice, Cang Jin immediately went to check on her and instinctively pressed his hand against the blood on her fingertips.

Strangely, the blood droplet seemed to merge into his body. When he pressed it down, Shen Muqing's finger no longer bled as it had just been cut, and the bleeding seemed to have stopped.

"Hmm?" She looked at her finger, and it really had stopped bleeding, except for a cut mark.

Is this some kind of supernatural phenomenon? Could this be a special constitution of this body?

But she still covered the wound with a band-aid, thought for a while but couldn't come to a conclusion, so Shen Muqing stopped thinking about it.

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