Quick Transmigration: What's Wrong with the Yandere Male Lead? It's So Good!

"Okay! I'll go right away."

Jiang Rangrang smiled sweetly, turned around and left, but in her heart she kept thinking about the three tasks.

Feeding chickens? Sorting cloth strips? Collecting medicinal herbs?

The task sounded simple, but she always felt it wasn't that simple.

Especially the second task, Old Well...888 said the missing person was trapped there.

The village chief pointed to a thatched hut at the entrance of the village, from which smoke was rising from its chimney:

"Wang Po is in that room. Miss, go ahead and do your work. I'll go prepare dinner. When you're done, come to my house for dinner."

"We'll talk about food later. I have some food here. I'm going to do my mission now."

Jiang Rangrang chuckled, then turned away, his smile fading as he whispered, "Little 8, keep an eye on him."

【Host! Don't worry!】888 is really angry; this kind of person is disgusting.

Jiang Rangrang had already calmly arrived outside Wang Po's courtyard. The courtyard was dilapidated, with tattered rags of unrecognizable original color hanging on the fence.

As soon as I approached the yard, I heard a sickening "clucking" sound.

Dozens of roosters with bald patches and blood-red eyes were circling around an old woman with bound feet.

The old woman had sunken cheeks and cloudy eyes. As soon as Jiang Rangrang arrived, she looked over and grinned, revealing her toothless mouth.

"Girl, come feed the chickens? My chickens... are very picky, they only like to eat... fresh flesh and blood."

As soon as the old lady finished speaking, a group of "zombie chickens" turned around, their blood-red eyes gleaming with ferocity as they stared straight at her.

Jiang Rangrang: "..."

888: […]

This scene is absolutely terrifying!!! No one can help but be afraid of elderly people with frightening faces!!

Jiang Rangrang swallowed hard, not daring to enter the yard. Through the fence, he took out a card with a picture of a large, featherless chicken on it.

She threw the chicken in with a "thud," and the roosters instantly pounced on it like madmen, tearing at it. Upon closer inspection, they even had serrated teeth in their fangs.

Several even tried to jump up and peck at her, but thankfully the broken fence was quite effective; they seemed to be restricted by the rules and couldn't get out.

Seeing that feeding Wang Po the chickens was complete on the game panel, she made a smooth retreat.

"call……"

Jiang Rangrang breathed a deep sigh of relief. Although the task was disgusting, it went relatively smoothly. She didn't dare to look back for long and followed the instructions to walk towards the old well at the end of the village.

The closer she got to the old well, the stronger the fishy stench became, so she took out a mask and put it on.

That old well practically screamed "I have a problem" on its rim.

The area was covered with slippery, dark green moss, and if you got close, you could smell a strong stench of blood mixed with decay.

Many faded red cloth strips were scattered around the well, bearing auspicious words and wishes, but in this place, they seemed particularly eerie.

Jiang Rangrang put on rubber gloves and squatted down to pick up the strips of cloth.

[How's it going, Xiao 8? Have you found how to open it?]

Those poor female players are downstairs. She plans to finish this quickly and decisively, and come to rescue them tonight. She simply can't stand this place anymore.

[Host, look at that protrusion on the left.]

Jiang Rangrang understood, and continued picking up the strips of cloth without making a sound.

Task two, tidying up the prayer ribbons by the old well, is also complete.

Jiang Rangrang threw off her gloves, stood up, and glanced at the dark well opening, silently thinking: Sisters, wait for me.

The third task was to help Widow Li, who lived on the other side of the village, collect medicinal herbs.

Widow Li was a woman with a pale face and resentful eyes. Her yard was filled with all sorts of strangely shaped herbs, some of which were still oozing blood.

She kept babbling on and on in a thick dialect, and Jiang Rangrang couldn't understand a word she said.

She suppressed her nausea, put on a new pair of gloves, and put the medicinal herbs into the bamboo basket. She had no desire to communicate with the NPCs, each one more frightening than the last.

Jiang Rangrang worked quickly, and just as he finished collecting the last basket, it got dark very fast.

The village chief reappeared behind her at some point, still sporting that same smiling expression:

"Young lady, you've done a good deed, completing all three. Stay at my house tonight, and I'll give you your reward first thing tomorrow morning."

Jiang Rangrang said with a smile, "Uncle Village Chief, give me the reward now! This is my first time entering a dungeon, I'm so excited, I won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't see the reward."

The village chief's face stiffened, and his kind smile finally crumbled; he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Does the young lady not trust me?"

Jiang Rangrang shook his head: "The thing isn't mine until it's in my hands. It's not a matter of belief or not, just give it to me now."

The village chief, with a stern face, eventually silently pulled out a card.

She accepted it with a smile. A mileage offset card? It can offset 500 kilometers, isn't that the same as a rest card?

It's good, she's quite satisfied.

While Jiang Rangrang was dealing with the dungeon boss, the male protagonist was also busy with his career.

However, he was quite brutal; his attacks could send the indigenous people's souls flying.

He felt his strength growing stronger and stronger, and a smile crept across his face.

Before long, he would be able to be with his baby every day. Just as he finished thinking this, he smiled and knocked away another person.

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The village chief was used to doing whatever he wanted in this instance and was not used to Jiang Rangrang's disobedience. However, looking at that face, he was no longer angry.

"It's already dark, let's go back and rest."

Jiang Rangrang wanted to roll her eyes, but she didn't:

"No, Uncle Village Chief, I can stay in my car. My vehicle is a campervan, and I'm used to living there."

When Jiang Rangrang said that, the village chief belatedly realized that this was a dungeon that only newcomers could enter.

How could a newcomer like her possibly have a motorhome?

The village chief became secretly wary and didn't press the issue, thinking that she wouldn't be able to leave unless he gave her a pass and stamped her passport.

Hmph! There's plenty of time in the future.

"Okay, then get some rest."

The village chief laughed and said, "Apart from his ugly skin, you can't tell he's a bad person just by looking at his appearance."

Jiang Rangrang nodded and headed straight for the simple parking lot in the village.

[Hey Xiao 8, is there anything wrong with my car?]

No, the parking lot over at the threshing ground was specially set up by the village chief to confuse new players by having them park their vehicles there.

[She's quite meticulous.]

Back in the car, Jiang Rangrang ate some fruit and then closed her eyes to rest.

[Host, the village chief seems to be asleep.]

An hour later, as the number 888 was announced, Jiang Rangrang opened her eyes instantly, got out of the car quietly, and headed straight for the well.

Upon arriving at the location, she pressed the mechanism, gritted her teeth, and entered the secret passage.

Holding a flashlight, she walked down about a dozen steps and came into view a space that was not small.

In the corner huddled seven or eight girls, dressed in tattered clothes, each with a pale face and empty eyes.

"Help...help me..."

The girl who was closest to her saw her and struggled to crawl over, but she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand.

Jiang Rangrang's heart clenched, and she quickly stepped forward: "Don't be afraid, I'll take you out."