I could hear a ballad sung by an eerie child's voice, followed by the shrill sounds of children laughing. Several children in front of me gathered in a circle and laughed.
Fan Zhiyi finally discovered that these ghosts seemed to enjoy teasing him, and they kept changing their tricks one after another.
Damn it, are you always picking on the weak?
Fan Zhiyi ran blindly, his thighs aching. He felt like he might actually die here. He couldn't run any longer, but no one wanted to be the first to experience what it would be like to stop and get caught.
The various noises in his ears gave Fan Zhiyi a headache, and his pace finally slowed down.
Fan Zhiyi covered his head. The voice in his head told him to bang his head against the wall and told him not to struggle anymore. There was no point in living. No one cared about him. No one cared whether he was alive or dead.
Fan Zhiyi held onto the stone statue beside him and felt something warm flowing out of his ears, eyes, and nose.
He wiped it with his hand and found it was blood. He took a step forward, his legs went weak and he knelt down in front.
Those voices continued to talk and chatter, but Fan Zhiyi ignored them and continued to crawl forward using his hands and feet.
He wanted to live. He hadn't used the money he had saved yet. He didn't know where the money would go after he died. It wasn't worth it just thinking about it. Besides, he still had a lot of novels he hadn't had time to read.
The city gate was clearly right in front of them, so why couldn't they reach it?
Did the boy notice that he was missing? Would he come to save him? Alas, probably not, after all, he hated him so much.
Fan Zhiyi felt his legs being grabbed and he was being dragged backwards, but Fan Zhiyi was unwilling to give up. He grabbed the pole of the wine flag tightly as if in a last-ditch effort. He felt that his upper and lower body were being dragged apart, and heart-wrenching pain spread throughout his body.
Oh my god, you died in such pain. Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go.
Suddenly, all the sounds in his ears faded away, and there was light in front of his eyes. Fan Zhiyi opened one eye and saw the bustling ancient streets.
The darkness around him dissipated little by little, as if a curtain had been drawn back, and the lost colors gradually returned. Fan Zhiyi looked at the person standing in front of him against the light, holding a sword in his hand, with long hair fluttering.
After slowly adapting to the light, he could see clearly that the person was a teenager, still looking at him as if he were an idiot.
Well, it’s a bit disappointing. Fan Zhiyi thought that the person coming would be a great beauty.
Xiaobao ran over and hugged Fan Zhiyi, trying to help him up. Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground. He really wanted to close his eyes peacefully at this moment.
"Fan Zhiyi, get up, something is wrong." said the young man.
Fan Zhiyi opened his eyes reflexively and saw that the people around him seemed to be frozen in time, with the same formatted smiles on their faces, staring at them straight.
Fan Zhiyi endured the pain and climbed up. The boy glanced at him and said, "Let's go."
Fan Zhiyi wiped the blood off his face, nodded, and held Xiaobao's hand.
As they started walking, the crowd also started to move, like a frame-by-frame video, mechanically moving closer around the three of them.
The closer he got, the bigger the smile on his face became.
"Please hold Xiaobao for a moment." Fan Zhiyi couldn't even protect himself. His entire body was in so much pain, even his vision was still blurry.
If he really died here, Fan Zhiyi wanted to at least not implicate others, especially Xiaobao, who was still so young.
However, because Fan Zhiyi was always behind the boy, the surrounding lights were dim and he did not notice the boy's pale face and blood on his body.
Without saying a word, the young man picked up Xiaobao and placed a porcelain bottle in Fan Zhiyi's hand: "Eat one."
Fan Zhiyi took care of it, then put it into his inner pocket along with the medicine for the previous wound.
The boy's pace became faster and faster, and the crowd gathered towards them, surging forward as if a tide was about to drown them all.
Fan Zhiyi gritted his teeth and pinched his arm tightly with his hands, his head aching.
He gradually found it difficult to keep up, and felt as if tens of thousands of hands were pulling him, with a suffocating feeling of drowning, but suddenly a warm hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the tide.
"Fan Zhiyi, cheer up and be sober!" The young man used his sword to separate Fan Zhiyi from those things, but soon their retreat routes were blocked and the range of their movement was shrinking.
Fan Zhiyi felt the blood flowing out of his body, and his soul floated in the air, looking at his useless self and the trapped Xiaobao and the boy.
The boy kept holding onto him, then placed the last spell on him.
The sword light was so bright that it actually split the space here into a big hole.
The boy seemed to say something, and then he let the dazed boy hold Xiaobao and pushed them into the black hole together, while the boy himself stayed behind to cover their retreat.
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