Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 26

【Chung Yeung Festival: Climb high to honor your ancestors. Autumn winds howl, cold and bleak. After visiting the graves, night falls—please descend to the base of the mountain and rest at “Wuxiang Farmstay.”】

【Countdown: 02:59:56】

After receiving her personal mission, Qin Jin reread it several times before confirming—she wasn’t being sent to “Mid-Mountain Villa,” but to “Wuxiang Farmstay.”

But Siwei had told her: no matter what task she was given, she must ignore it and head straight for Mid-Mountain Villa instead.

In a place this eerie, even the mission text felt creepy. What would happen if she didn’t complete it on time?

But Siwei had gone so far as to grind down her own bones and change her face just to give her a better chance at survival. Qin Jin couldn’t just think about saving herself. She had to find a way to help Siwei too.

Torn between reason and emotion, she darted back and forth across the plaza, hoping to find Siwei and ask for her advice.

But Xu Siwei had already left. Qin Jin wandered around for nearly an hour. Everyone else had already moved on, yet she couldn’t find a single trace of her.

With no other choice, Qin Jin set off alone toward the path that led to Mid-Mountain Villa.

A few scattered viewers in the livestream chat were stunned.

【Unbelievable! Is she blind? Why is she ignoring the signs and walking the wrong way?】

【No way, this is the same path Miss Su Ci took! Is this player also a hardcore fangirl? Nice taste!】

【I’ve seen other streams—Blizzard Night is the hardest route by far. My heart breaks for our Su Ci baby. This damn instance doesn’t treat people like humans!】

Nervously, Qin Jin stepped out of the fog and saw two parallel sets of footprints in the snow, along with faint streaks of dark red blood.

One of the bloody prints was significantly larger.

The other was more delicate, likely from a girl.

Could it be… Siwei had already passed this way?

Qin Jin let out a long sigh of relief. A smile appeared on her face for the first time in a while as she followed the tracks forward.

Siwei had told her that along the way she’d encounter a starving two-headed snake. It looked terrifying, but it was actually a loot point.

Now that Qin Jin was wearing Siwei’s face and had the protection of the final BOSS, all she had to do was walk into the snake den and take the snake molt.

To be honest, Qin Jin didn’t sense anything following her.

She was also terrified of snakes—she’d rather forgo the gear. But Siwei had insisted:
“If you don’t want it, I do. You’ve got the BOSS’s protection—don’t forget about your bestie just because you’re safe now, alright?”

So Qin Jin swallowed her fear and crept toward the tree hollow where the two-headed snake lived.

A thick, black serpent was coiled inside, its tail tip wrapped in a frozen clump of red blood. Eyes half-closed, twin tongues flickering lazily.

The so-called “starving” two-headed snake seemed to be in hibernation.

By moonlight, Qin Jin peered into the hollow. There was no sign of a snake molt—just two dazed, intoxicated-looking snake heads, like they’d drunk something suspicious.

Next step: be careful where you walk. If you find bird eggs the size of pearls, you must crush them. Doing so will lure the multicolored magpies, whose feathers can be plucked.

Qin Jin squinted until her eyes nearly went snow-blind, but she couldn’t find any eggs or feathers.

The rest of the journey felt like she’d unlocked cheat mode. Every danger or gear-drop point Siwei had mentioned? She passed them all without incident.

Had Siwei’s dream been inaccurate? Or maybe she’d come through earlier and taken everything?

Qin Jin couldn’t shake a growing unease.

After all, her assigned task had nothing to do with Mid-Mountain Villa.

She hadn’t gotten any of the gear Siwei described, nor had she encountered the powerful creature her friend warned about. Now she was genuinely afraid of what might come next.

…

The moment she entered the villa, her game panel pinged a completed mission.

Staying at the villa earned her 50 points.

But compared to the 10,000 points needed for a C-rank clearance, it was barely a drop in the bucket.

【Congratulations, Player Su Ci has acquired S-rank item: “Snake King’s Old Skin” – highly versatile, toxic and medicinal. Can be used as wound dressing… or an invisible weapon.】

【Congratulations, Player Su Ci has acquired S-rank item: “Multicolored Magpie Feathers” – flashy but seemingly useless ornamentation. Makes you the center of attention.】

【Congratulations, Player Su Ci has acquired S-rank item: “Large Femur” – handy as a weapon, a chew toy for dogs, or an ingredient for soup… use however you like.】

…

Veteran players lurking in the stream were stunned into silence.

Sure, it made sense that Su Ci got these items—but still, it was the first time anyone had seen this many S-tier drops in one go.

【I take it back, instance. I yelled at you earlier. Just keep giving her drops, I’ll never curse you again!】

【Ahhhhh she’s so pretty and strong! A beauty like her deserves to be the backbone of our Liyuan Guild!】

【Shut up! Su Ci’s already reserved by our Hunters Association!】

Su Ci sat down on the couch as her mission panel updated again.

【Smell that meaty aroma from the kitchen? If you don’t want to starve, borrow a bowl of pot-washing water from the landlord you’re most drawn to.】

【Countdown: 00:30:00】

Maybe it was the influence of the instance, but the moment she saw the mission text, an overwhelming hunger surged through her, and her stomach began to growl uncontrollably.

The meat-scent from the kitchen was real—thick, rich, and undercut with the sharp stench of blood that made her nauseous.

The security guard tilted his head with a grin.
“Please wait, miss. I’m just helping the old lady in the kitchen hack up some ribs. She’s getting on in years—can’t do it herself.”

Su Ci was about to stand up and investigate when something sticky—like “milk”—latched onto the hem of her coat.

Rongxue melted down into a teacup, face flushed pink, pretending to be a gooey strawberry milkshake.

Another portion of him stacked himself into neat blocks, posing as a crunchy plate of milk biscuits.

“Wife… eat… me…”

His wife was hungry.
He wanted to be eaten by her.
To melt into her body.
To twirl and leap and spin around inside her belly.

【??? Bro, what are you doing???】

【Did the final BOSS just… offer himself up as a snack?!】

【Nope. I object. Get away from her, you unholy slime!】

Soft, white tendrils tugged gently at the hem of Su Ci’s clothes. Two pearl-like black eyes blinked up at her, shimmering with pitiful, watery haze.

Su Ci didn’t refuse. She picked up the teacup and took a sip, then pinched a “biscuit” and gave it a bite.

Rongxue didn’t taste like anything in particular—maybe, if she had to describe it, like fresh snow: clean, pure, and soothing.

Warmth bloomed in her belly. The ache of hunger faded almost instantly.

What Su Ci didn’t notice… was Rongxue’s main body trembling with delight.

Countless fine tendrils unfurled from the milk and twisted ecstatically in midair.

His wife’s lips… her teeth… her tongue…
They bit him so gently.
He loved it. He was ecstatic.

Just then, the old woman emerged from the kitchen, clutching a steaming bowl of soup.

She adjusted her glasses and beamed.
“Ah, our dear little girl is here! Quick, have some of Grandma’s freshly stewed rib soup. So tender it melts in your mouth…”

Maybe it was her age—her hands weren’t steady. As she lifted her glasses, her other hand tipped the bowl. The entire pot of rib soup spilled across the floor.

“Oh dear… the soup’s gone. My sweet girl’s going to go hungry…”

Cloudy tears and blood streamed down from the old woman’s eyes without end.

Su Ci tucked Rongxue into her pocket and rushed over to pick up the overturned bowl. She took out a clean handkerchief to gently wipe away the old lady’s tears.

“It’s alright, Grandma. I’ll help you make a new pot. How about that?”

Rongxue clung to the edge of her pocket, his dark, glossy eyes suddenly filled with stormy rage and gloom.

He stared unkindly at the old woman.

His wife… is not allowed to keep this old hag company.