The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 157p2

Chapter 157: I’ll Support You By Handing Out Flyers 2 (2)

After answering their questions, the girls, their requests politely declined, left, some genuinely interested, heading towards the escape room.

Finally, they were gone, her ears had been buzzing from their chatter.

Tao Ning sighed, wanting to sit down again.

Looking up at the sky, she seemed to see faint wisps of color, different from the blue sky, a hazy white, a cool sensation if she reached out.

And a faint sense of familiarity, this place felt very familiar, as if she had been here centuries ago.

This was an era of declining spiritual energy, no one aware of its quiet resurgence, the world about to undergo a drastic change, with ghosts and demons running rampant, and the savior yet to appear.

Tao Ning was a second-generation rich kid from a coastal city, far removed from the female protagonist, both geographically and socially.

The female protagonist, Fu Guanyue, was a talisman cultivator in this era of declining spiritual energy.

There were four prominent families, specializing in talismans, formations, alchemy, and ghost control.

The female protagonist’s family specialized in talismans, used by almost all cultivators, and she was the most talented of her generation.

The world line recorded that Fu Guanyue, at birth, resonated with a long-sealed family heirloom, forming a contract, and was likely to inherit the position of family head.

Not only that, but she was also the arrogant, aloof, and beautiful fiancée in a “trash-to-treasure” story, exceptionally talented but overly proud.

According to the records, the Fu family and Fu Guanyue, learning that the male protagonist, Yu Tong, had been injured, his cultivation crippled, no longer able to practice ghost control, refused to acknowledge their engagement, demanding to break it off.

Yu Tong, newly transmigrated, enraged by this humiliation, went to the arranged meeting, demanding to know if she truly wanted to break off the engagement.

The female protagonist replied firmly, “Of course.”

The male protagonist then uttered the classic line, pointing at the sky and declaring, “Don’t bully the young and poor, for thirty years east, thirty years west, the river flows!”

But the engagement was just a verbal agreement between their grandfathers, unknown even to their parents.

When the Yu family arrived with the betrothal gift, Fu Guanyue’s parents were puzzled, as was the Fu family head, Old Madam Fu. They had already chosen Fu Guanyue as the future family head, they wouldn’t arrange a marriage for her.

After some inquiries, they learned that her incompetent son, drunk with his friends, had promised his granddaughter’s hand in marriage.

Knowing he would be punished, he didn’t dare mention it again. Now, with Yu Tong injured and his cultivation crippled, the Yu family facing ruin, they remembered the drunken promise.

The Fu family, learning the truth, and with Grandfather Fu also confirming it, took responsibility, and considering Yu Tong’s injuries, gave him resources for recovery.

As for marrying their future family head, that was impossible, even if he joined their family.

But Yu Tong considered this a humiliation, accepting the gifts while secretly plotting revenge.

After his public declaration of “thirty years east, thirty years west,” Fu Guanyue’s fate took a turn for the worse. During a talisman-drawing ritual, she suffered a backlash and was saved by the once-useless Yu Tong.

This changed her perception of him, and as they spent more time together, she became impressed by him, eventually joining his harem.

Of course, this was the ideal ending.

With Tao Ning’s arrival, however, the world line deviated.

The turning point was Fu Guanyue’s backlash, her rescue by the male protagonist, and his subjugation of a powerful ghost general.

Fu Guanyue, grateful for being saved, promised him one hundred first-grade talismans as a reward.

This was a generous offer, as first-grade talismans were incredibly valuable and rare.

But the next day, she discovered that the ghost general wasn’t a random encounter, but orchestrated by Yu Tong to solidify his image as a savior.

Fu Guanyue exposed the truth, confronting Yu Tong, who, now allied with the Zhen family, specializing in formations, and the Dan family, skilled in alchemy, fought to conceal the truth.

The battle resulted in their deaths, including the ghost general, and Fu Guanyue, seriously injured, returned home, dying a few months later. The sword of Damocles, hanging over humanity, finally fell, the ghost king, suppressed for millennia, emerging to wreak havoc.

Humanity didn’t have time to blame Fu Guanyue for killing Yu Tong, their supposed savior, as the world was reset.

Tao Ning shifted, using the flyers as a fan.

It was still early, she wondered if mentioning the ghost in her house and asking for help would attract Fu Guanyue’s attention.

Just as she was thinking this, a voice came from beside her: “Little Aunt, what are you looking at? Is there something over there?”

Fu Guanyue, snapping back to attention, her emotions hidden, said to the girl beside her, “Nothing.”

The girl looked in that direction, just as a rollercoaster carrying screaming passengers whizzed past: “Ahhhhhhhhh——”

Thrilling and exciting.

She said with a look of fear, “I wouldn’t dare ride that, Little Aunt, please don’t say you want to try it.”

Fu Guanyue didn’t say she wasn’t looking at the rollercoaster, just replying, “I won’t.”

A figure sitting under the shade of a tree ahead caught her attention, her brows furrowing slightly as she walked towards it.

Tao Ning, with her back to them, seemed to sense their approach and turned around, her gaze meeting Fu Guanyue’s, the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows catching Tao Ning’s eye, her heart skipping a beat.

Fu Guanyue stopped before Tao Ning, her amber eyes bright as stars, her gaze traveling from Tao Ning’s dry, pale lips to the mole between her eyebrows, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Tao Ning, seeing the emotions swirling in those calm eyes, felt a sense of unreality, straightening up slightly.

She had been racking her brains about how to approach Fu Guanyue, and now, she was standing right before her.

It was like a dream come true.

Almond-shaped eyes, slender eyebrows, a cinnabar mole between them, dressed in loose-fitting clothes, the buttons fastened to the top even in the summer heat.

Aloof and proper.

After a moment of silence, Fu Guanyue was about to speak: “You…”

Tao Ning waited expectantly.

“Little Aunt! What are you doing here?” The girl hurried over, noticing the flyers beside Tao Ning, and said excitedly, “You’re amazing, Little Aunt! How did you know I was looking for this escape room?”

Tao Ning ignored the girl, her gaze fixed on Fu Guanyue: “Miss, what did you want to say?”

“…” Fu Guanyue, mindful of her materialist niece, changed her words, “Can I have one of your flyers?”

Tao Ning: “Of course.”

She picked one up and handed it to her.

Fu Guanyue took it, not really looking at it, her eyes fixed on Tao Ning, her lips moving slightly as if wanting to say something.

The girl also asked, “I also want to see, can I have one too?”

Tao Ning stood up, giving her a flyer as well, her gaze never leaving Fu Guanyue.

The young woman in the loose robe stood there, her long hair partially tied up, a jade hairpin shaped like a brush securing it.

This was the Fu family heirloom mentioned in the records, the Shanhe Brush, which had resonated with Fu Guanyue at birth, forming a contract.

Tao Ning’s gaze inadvertently fell on the brush-shaped hairpin, and she understood the familiarity she felt in this world.

Fu Guanyue, looking at the colorful flyer, was confused. What was an escape room?

Having been raised by the reclusive Master Bishansan, a traditional cultivator, her life revolved around drawing talismans, rarely exposed to modern technology, more comfortable with communication talismans than cell phones.

So, she didn’t understand these newfangled things.

Tao Ning, noticing her confusion, said, “You want to try this, right? I’ll show you the way.”

Fu Guanyue, relieved, thanked her, then asked, “Are you working here?”

Tao Ning glanced at the flyers in her hand, she could be, so she nodded: “Yes, I work here, any questions?”

Even if she didn’t know the answer, she could bluff her way through.

Fu Guanyue, seeing her serious expression, asked instinctively, “Are you aware of the malignant… qi around you?” That you’re haunted by an evil spirit.

The girl grabbed Fu Guanyue’s hand, whispering, “Little Aunt, you can’t just tell people they look haunted, you’ll be scolded! And superstition is bad!”

Fu Guanyue: “…”

Tao Ning turned around, her head seemingly shrouded in dark clouds in Fu Guanyue’s eyes: “What’s wrong with me?”

Fu Guanyue: “…”

Her niece was right. The last time she did that, the person didn’t believe her and called the police, and she had to be bailed out by her niece, Fu Zhaozhao.

She hadn’t brought her cultivator’s license that day, but she had it today, so she could bail herself out.

Fu Zhaozhao quickly interjected, “My aunt said there’s sand on your clothes.”

Tao Ning looked down, casually brushing off the dust, and smiled at Fu Guanyue: “Thank you.”

Fu Guanyue: “You’re welcome.”

Seeing her politeness, she probably wouldn’t call the police, but knowing the truth and unable to say it was frustrating.