Transmigrated into a villainous guide who picks up bargains, a useless person is transformed into a

[Host, should we help you?]

Adhering to the principle of not saving people, but also not harming them, Lu Weiliang silently closed the door.

She stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips, rubbing her chin as she pondered.

"As far as I know, panic and anxiety are not terminal illnesses. They usually resolve on their own in about twenty minutes without any special care. Let's not make things worse and leave first."

[Host, doesn't this seem heartless?]

"What kind of talk is that?" Lu Weiliang retorted, "He wasn't ruthless when he wanted to kill me? Don't forget, if it weren't for my cheat ability, I would be dead by now. Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. If I sympathize with him now, then all the suffering I endured before was deserved, and even if I die, it's deserved."

"Besides, there are so many people outside, anyone could shout and save someone, why do I have to be the one to save them? If you're sick, call a doctor, I don't know how to treat illnesses."

But he also gave you a lot of things!

"I already returned it."

What about the SSS-level protective shield?

"I've paid the difference."

The system suddenly changed its tone, smiling broadly and speaking with an air of arrogance: "As expected of the host I personally chose, you're definitely stronger than others. You have dignity, independent thought, and the ability to uphold your principles. Awesome!"

Having received the approval, Lu Weiliang turned around and opened the door. She poked her head out, ready to call for help, when the system's demonic chant began.

[Host, panic attacks also affect the mental sea. Your repair ability can help him recover. Moreover, I just checked, and Yan Mu's pollution level is as high as 92%. I can lend you 20 minutes of S-level guidance ability. Do you want to consider draining him dry? I calculated that it might be possible to advance to C-level~]

Seeing the door open a crack, the manager waiting outside stepped forward and greeted, "Director Lu, what do you need? Please tell me."

Lu Weiliang thought for three seconds, then smiled and said, "It's nothing, just getting some fresh air." She immediately went back into the private room.

It has to be said that the C-level guide is too attractive.

This made Lu Weiliang, who wished Yan Mu dead, fall deeply in love.

If we can use an analogy, it's like the difference between a college entrance exam score of 350 and 550.

Anyone would be tempted, right?

Lu Weiliang acted immediately.

Yan Mu leaned against the inside of the sofa, his brows furrowed.

At this moment, everything in front of him was pitch black. Even though he could sense the snow mountain wolf, the dull, ethereal visual disorientation still made him extremely uncomfortable.

The feeling was dark and cold, repeatedly tormenting his already overloaded senses.

He seemed to have returned to that dark and gloomy cellar.

Surrounded by several tall, malevolent servants, he forcefully pressed down on his battered body, administering dose after dose of gene-altering drugs.

He could even empathize with the pain of cracked skin and bones constantly breaking and reforming.

"Please...don't..."

He kept whispering his advice.

"I promise I'll play Yan Mu well, please... don't..."

"Don't let my little wolf die..."

"Please... I'll kowtow to you..."

Lu Weiliang made a very brief attempt at mental preparation, but it was clearly insufficient. She muttered to herself, "There's always a reason why someone is pitiful."

She shook her head and raised her hand to try to calm him down, but the man, who had been weak and powerless just moments before, suddenly gripped her wrist tightly and pulled it close to his chest.

Yan Mu's lips twitched slightly as he murmured, "Don't go."

"Don't go."

Feeling taken advantage of, Lu Weiliang's face turned sour and she tried to pull her hand back, but the other party pressed it against her chest even harder.

He was so strong that Lu Weiliang felt a slight pain in her wrist.

After struggling for a while and finding it useless, Lu Weiliang simply sat down next to him to guide his mental energy. Her domineering mental energy invaded with overwhelming force, quickly probing into Yan Mu's mental sea.

Strangely, this time, the other party's mental state was completely unguarded, as if welcoming a guest home.

Yan Mu leaned against the sofa, breathing slowly. His brows were furrowed, and cold sweat soaked the white hair on his forehead, making him look even more sickly and delicate.

The sweat slid down her cheeks and neck, then dripped into her fair collarbone. Her cool, moist skin, glistening with tiny droplets of water, looked vibrant, alluring, and captivating.

Yan Mu's furrowed brows relaxed briefly.

On the verge of his nightmare, he suddenly felt a little better. The medicine that was being administered to his body no longer caused excruciating pain, but instead had a cool texture, like clear spring water slowly moisturizing his parched body.

Before their eyes, the menacing-looking servants suddenly disappeared, replaced by a girl surrounded by purple light.

He couldn't see her face clearly, but that spiritual energy felt incredibly familiar to her.

When Lu Weiliang entered Yan Mu's mental sea, his mental sea was erupting with a tsunami.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and continuous rain poured down. The turbulent waters rose higher and higher, already reaching the mountaintop where the last treatment had taken place, threatening to engulf everything in the spiritual sea.

She released her restorative spiritual power to surround the nearly 100-meter-high giant wave, preventing it from overflowing the cleared land below the mountaintop.

Soon, the tsunami receded, revealing large areas of black pollutants. Having absorbed Yan Mu's negative emotions, those sticky substances became even more stubborn.

With its long fangs and claws, it charged towards the direction where Lu Weiliang was.

"Tsk tsk tsk, is it about to become a spirit?"

Lu Weiliang didn't even glance at them. With a flick of her wrist, she threw out ten enormous fireballs, each a meter tall. The pollutants didn't even have a chance to get close before they were instantly reduced to dust.

Then, a raging fire erupted in the entire spiritual sea. In just over ten minutes, the verdant mountains, flowing water, and cliffs were completely transformed, and the spiritual sea became as clean as if it had never been polluted before.

In Yan Mu's dream, those unbearable scenes were slowly disappearing: the bright hall was reduced to fragments, the ruthless Yan family master was torn apart by purple light, the tormented pain, and everything else was burned to ashes in the raging fire.

After Lu Weiliang finished doing all this, she originally planned to quit, but then she remembered that she had only advanced to C-level by draining the other party dry, so she gave Yan Mu a free five-minute eye repair treatment.

After doing all that, she decisively withdrew her hand and began to admire that handsome face.

I must say, he was both fragile and breathtakingly handsome.

By the time she walked out, the manager was already intoxicated. He had just absorbed a bit of Lu Weiliang's leaked spiritual energy through the crack in the door.

The tiny bit of dirt that peeked out from between his fingers had already lowered his contamination level by 5%.

Seeing him like that, completely limp as if he'd swallowed a dead frog, Lu Weiliang ignored him and quickly left.

The manager stared longingly at the retreating figure, only to hear a cold voice: "Yan Mu is inside, asleep."

……

Central Star, West District, Coffee Shop.

"Have those assassins been tracked down?"

Yan Zhigao, dressed in casual clothes with a hip-hop rap vibe, whispered a reminder: "We've tracked them down. They'll meet around here in three hours."

Xizelu lowered his eyelids as a video played repeatedly on the screen in front of him. In the video, a dozen or so elegantly dressed old nobles, all over two hundred years old, were plotting a murder.

And the person they wanted to kill was him.

The reason is simple: his mother disapproved of him. Xize Lu's marriage to Lu Weiliang disrupted his mother's marriage alliance plan, forcibly taking back the commander position that originally belonged to Xize Yuan.

Therefore, his mother, in league with the old nobles of the empire, planned to kill Xize Lu in one fell swoop, thus completely cutting off his path.

Of course, the old nobleman's hatred for Caesar was inseparable from his behavior.

In less than five years since he came to power, he killed eight corrupt nobles who held their positions without doing any work, and he also cut off the military-industrial dealings between the old nobles and the Yan Group.

He used swift and decisive measures against the corruption of high-ranking military officials, which affected the interests of many and made him a target of the aristocratic faction.

Xizelu slowly sipped his coffee, bitter, just like his heart, thinking of that place, yet with a hint of sweetness in the aftertaste.

After sitting for a long time without seeing any assassins come to kill him, he suddenly thought of something.

He screamed out:

Where is Lu Weiliang?