[Quick Transmigration] The Clingy Spirit of the Blackened Male Supporting Character - Chapter 132

Strange events happened in the abandoned school. When police investigation yielded no results, reports were made to the special department. The special department previously sent people to handle such supernatural events.

But for some unknown reason, after dealing with a batch of strange things at the school, and with few people daring to venture into the school to do stupid things, it seemed to have returned to normal. But that peace was soon shattered.

Based on the identities of the victims from the cases over the past few years, investigations into their life experiences were done to identify any suspects with grudges. However, the results soon revealed that those dead students weren’t good people. This information was limited, and no further discoveries could be made. The case seemed increasingly mysterious.

The personnel from the special department received a mission to dig deep into what exactly this school was hiding.

Since the incidents only happened at the school, it meant that this place was bound by a vicious ghost haunting it.

If they couldn’t eliminate the ghost, they would either have to seal off the area around the school or find ways to demolish it.

But what they didn’t know was that the real evil ghost had already escaped…

Luo Ning returned to his rented small apartment, feeling utterly exhausted. The fear he had experienced at the school was locked deep in his memory, and he didn’t dare to recall it.

The room was warm, and Luo Ning relaxed. He didn’t want to do anything else. He just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep comfortably.

After washing his face, the splashes of water hit the basin, echoing crisply in the empty bathroom, drop by drop and creating ripples.

Luo Ning carelessly draped a towel aside. In the mirror before him, a swirl of black mist appeared, and the smooth surface of the mirror cracked like a spiderweb, spreading ominously. Luo Ning furrowed his brow in confusion and glanced up. The mirror was still smooth. Perhaps he had been seeing things.

He didn’t think too much about it and snuggled under the covers. His exhausted mind soon drifted into deep sleep.

In the pitch-black room, the curtains fluttered slightly. Amidst the thick darkness, a red light flickered.

The black mist gradually combined to form a shape, and a man stood within it. His face was pale and grim, and his eyes were full of malice. The left side of his face was rotted, revealing glimpses of white bone beneath. His legs were disfigured, their condition unknown. His aura was cold and chilling.

The man floated forward, with bone-chilling eyes glinting with cruel intent.

He stared at the lump in the bed and tilted his head. He clearly remembered this person being dead last night, yet here he was alive and well, and the filthy stench coming from him changed.

Moreover, he had always been trapped in a cage, reliving the moment of his death every day, accumulating hatred day after day. He believed he would never be free. But somehow, he had escaped with this person.

Although he couldn’t understand what was special about this person, it didn’t matter. He just needed to see this person die again.

At this moment, Luo Ning was actually not sleeping well. His body trembled slightly, and cold sweat trickled down his back. He didn’t know he was surrounded by black mist, completely alone. This black mist stirred the deepest fear within him.

Luo Ning hurriedly ran forward but suddenly froze in place. A wave of crimson liquid rushed toward him like a tide, thick and suffocating, the strong stench of blood enveloping him, making him feel extremely uneasy.

He stumbled back a step and quickly fled in the opposite direction, the sound of something dragging ominously close behind him, accompanied by a heavy suffocating noise. A figure appeared ahead.

Luo Ning’s eyes initially brightened, but when he saw the scene in front of him, his face went deathly pale. Two people of unknown gender crawled on the ground, their long hair covering their features. Their hands and feet, which should have been normal, had disappeared, leaving only a layer of skin dragging on the ground, with blood spreading everywhere.

So much blood.

Luo Ning’s hair stood on end. He wanted to scream, but under the extreme tension, his throat felt blocked. He couldn’t make any sound.

The two figures moved with great speed, quickly crawling towards him.

Luo Ning couldn’t afford to be caught. He dared not stop, swiftly changing direction again. He knew that if he paused, he would be devoured.

The danger behind him seemed to close in faster. Cold sweat poured from Luo Ning’s back. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he was nearly crying out of fear.

The small figure on the bed also struggled, whimpering softly, with tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, looking pitiful and helpless like a small animal.

Hearing the intermittent cries, a gleam of pleasure flashed in the eyes of the man beside the bed. If he just leaned forward and exerted a little force, the head before him would shatter, splitting apart, blood soaking the bed. It would surely be a beautiful sight.

His fingertips began to curl. The sleeping Luo Ning seemed to sense the great danger, instinctively tilting his head. In his nightmare, he fought against the hair entangling him, aware that he was being dragged backward, closer to the two monsters. But no matter what he did, he could not wake up. Despair flooded his heart.

Suddenly, the man’s hand touched something wet. He couldn’t feel the warmth of tears, but in the instant of contact, it felt as though his finger had been scalded, trembling and turning into black mist.

The man’s eyes sharpened, the blood in his eyes spreading. His dark face grew increasingly sinister. He wanted to crush this hateful thing, but when the moment came, he found he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Even the resentment in his heart lessened slightly. An instinct told him that if this thing died, he would regret it.

It was clearly laughable, yet the thought inexplicably appeared in his mind.

After repeating the motion several times, he finally found himself in a tangle of emotions. The man’s expression hardened. In the end, the floating black mist dissipated.

The hair on Luo Ning’s body also vanished, the redness in his eyes fading like water. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, his consciousness slipped into chaos.

The morning call of an alarm clock woke him up. Luo Ning massaged his shoulders, drooped his head, and rubbed his sleepy eyes. He hadn’t slept well and still felt shaken, completely lacking energy.

He hurriedly got out of bed and pulled back the curtains, letting the soft sunlight pour in.

The events from the school last night must have left a shadow over him. Luo Ning didn’t know how long this aftereffect would last. If things continued like this, he would soon suffer from a mental breakdown.

Although he desperately wanted to stay and catch up on sleep, he had to go to work. As a small employee in a private company, he needed to hurry to catch the bus.

Luo Ning quickly washed up in the bathroom, smoothing his fluffy hair. His face was youthful and delicate, as if he were a high school student. The corners of his eyes had a natural curve, and a couple of strands of hair stuck up, giving him an innocent and harmless look.

While putting milk in the microwave to heat, he rummaged through his closet for clothes.

His pajamas were tossed onto the bed. The young man’s slender body was illuminated by the sunlight, looking fair and glowing like jade, with beautiful contours.

The black mist in the air paused for a moment, as if startled by the sight of the pure white, and then it swirled chaotically and dissipated like faint smoke.

Luo Ning was completely unaware of this. He finished his breakfast and hurried to the company. On the swaying bus, he leaned against the seat, trying to catch a bit of sleep. He closed his eyes briefly but opened them again as if remembering something. He stared blankly out the window.

Just last night’s dream had filled him with such fear. He knew he had to return to the school to approach the mission’s target. Last time, he managed to escape thanks to the protagonist’s help. If he went alone this time, would he have a chance of coming out alive?

Luo Ning was terrified. The school felt like an abyss, and he couldn’t bear to go near it again. He had just started the mission and was already stuck here. He wanted to give up on the mission. He couldn’t overcome this fear.

Luo Ning took out his phone and unconsciously typed in the name Fu Xian, the male supporting character of this world, hoping to find some specific information online.

It had been a long time, and many social news articles from that time had vanished from the internet. He searched for a long time but found no leads.

Luo Ning sighed, closed his phone, and recalled the information about Fu Xian once more.

Unlike the vicious evil ghost who would emerge later, the living Fu Xian was pitiful. He lived in poverty, had no friends throughout his life, and worked hard to pick up trash to earn tuition for school.

In school, Fu Xian dressed the worst and ate the least. He spent all his time studying, his head down, with hair covering his face.

His expression was unreadable. Because he didn’t like to speak, he became a noticeable presence in the school. His classmates paid attention to him.

But their attention was only scorn and mockery, believing Fu Xian had no right to attend school, that he reeked of poverty and was lower than grass.

The taciturn Fu Xian was someone anyone could trample on. He resisted, but due to his unlikable personality, the teachers didn’t protect him.

Instead, they watched coldly. Fu Xian saw the situation clearly and silently endured, persisting in his studies, believing that if he got into college, he could escape his harsh life.

But he was not destined to wait for the college entrance exam. His mother’s affair with men to earn money was exposed. Fu Xian’s classmates looked at him with even more disgust, as if he had committed some unspeakable crime. One by one, they jumped out to blame him, treating Fu Xian like a disgusting piece of trash, degrading him to the dust. They wouldn’t even approach him because they found him dirty. This wasn’t enough. The situation worsened, escalating into school violence.

Fu Xian suffered not just verbal abuse but was physically dragged to school and beaten.

No one dared to help Fu Xian. Otherwise, they would face ostracism and isolation.

Malice poured in from all sides, blocking out any light. Fu Xian became an outcast at school. He only wanted to study well, but even this small hope became a luxury.

Once the demons in people’s hearts are unleashed, they can never be put back. When bullying Fu Xian, some people felt no guilt. Instead, they felt happy about it, treating Fu Xian as a source of amusement.

During one act of resistance, Fu Xian injured a student. That student was filled with rage and pushed Fu Xian off the rooftop. With a muffled thud, Fu Xian fell, twisted and lifeless.

After his death, Fu Xian’s intense resentment transformed him into a vengeful ghost. Under the influence of his anger, other slumbering souls awakened. Fu Xian began his revenge. Those who had tormented him would meet a gruesome fate.

The terrified school hastily relocated, but Fu Xian was confined to that area forever, his resentment only growing ever stronger. The old campus became forbidden ground.

According to the original timeline, the protagonist had disturbed Fu Xian. While escaping from the school, he was about to be attacked by Fu Xian when a piece of jade pendant worn by the protagonist trapped Fu Xian’s soul inside.

When they learned that the vengeful ghost’s soul could turn the jade pendant into a ghostly artifact, the protagonist researched ancient books in hopes of refining Fu Xian. However, he accidentally allowed Fu Xian to escape, and the two became enemies. In the end, Fu Xian became cannon fodder, while the protagonist successfully walked the path of a celestial master.