Fan Zhiyi staggered a few steps and fell down. He subconsciously protected Xiaobao in his arms and landed on his side. His shoulder made a crisp sound, and the pain made him sober up a lot.
The entrance to the cave kept shrinking. It was pitch black on this side, but on the other side there were dim lights and a group of creatures with strange smiles and eerie expressions.
The young man cast spells one after another, and even swung his precious sword horizontally in the end, just to get rid of the endless pursuit from behind. However, he still didn't pay attention to his feet and was grabbed by the blue-black ghost hand, making his balance unstable.
In this situation, once you fall down, there is no possibility of getting up again.
Fortunately, the young man reacted very quickly. He cast a spell with his fingertips to untie the restraints and at the same time leaped up, stepping over several heads and reaching towards the cave entrance.
But this moment of pause gave those things the opportunity to pounce on him, pulling at the young man like a swamp, and soon drowning him.
The escape route was getting smaller and smaller, and the boy missed the shrinking black hole. He had already given up hope of escaping in this way, but suddenly someone grabbed his hand with force.
He saw Fan Zhiyi, his face covered in blood, his expression distorted, his waist stuck in the hole, half of his body sticking out.
The edge of the black hole squeezed Fan Zhiyi so hard that he felt like he was being crushed into a ball. However, he was still unwilling to let go and dragged the boy out with all his strength.
The things behind him began to crawl forward along the boy's body. Because Fan Zhiyi had been hit before, his eyes could not see clearly. This actually had one advantage, which was that he did not have to confront these things head-on. He could not see how scary they were, so he was not that scared.
Fan Zhiyi pressed the talisman given to him by the boy back onto the boy's arm, and with just this one move, he repelled the ghost that was pulling the boy.
Fan Zhiyi pulled the boy forward with force, but in an instant the boy's feet were caught by the ghost again.
There were simply too many of them, and there was no way Fan Zhiyi could pull them out by himself.
What's more, the boy was not a rope. The pain he felt from being pulled like this was no less than Fan Zhiyi's: "Let go!" He was serious. Before he was eaten by the ghost, Fan Zhiyi had already torn him apart.
Fan Zhiyi thought the boy was afraid of getting himself into trouble, and was immediately deeply moved. He worked even harder and actually managed to drag the boy up a little.
He still has some basic moral principles and would never leave his companions alone! His waist hurts so much, it's about to break!
The boy was in so much pain that even his pretty face turned hideous. The two twisted faces looked at each other. The difference was that Fan Zhiyi couldn't see clearly, but the boy could see it very clearly. He felt that the impact of Fan Zhiyi with disheveled hair and blood on his face was greater than that of the ghost dragging him below.
"I will find another way out myself, Fan Zhiyi, please let me go!"
After the young man said this, Fan Zhiyi thought that it would be even more impossible for him to let go, he was about to succeed!
The young man gnashed his teeth in hatred, but at the critical moment, an idea struck him amidst the pain. He summoned his long-forgotten sword to force back some of the ghost hands that were holding him. However, he overdrew his energy and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
At this moment, Fan Zhiyi successfully pulled the young man out and threw him, causing him to crash into the tree next to him. He groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood, then fainted, and his sword fell to the ground with a "clang".
Fan Zhiyi sat down on the ground and gasped for breath, watching the black hole disappear quickly, a little dazed.
After about four or five seconds, Fan Zhiyi looked around with lingering fear and said to Xiaobao, "Xiaobao, don't be afraid, we..."
The words stopped in his mouth, because when Fan Zhiyi saw the buildings and layout here, his heart sank instantly.
They returned to the street again, with their backs close to the door of the haunted house, as if they had just come out of it, but this time the boy was unconscious, and if something happened again, there was no one who could deal with it.
Fan Zhiyi staggered to his feet, ran to the boy and turned him over.
Half of the boy's face was covered in blood, with a few strands of hair stuck to it.
"Hello, hello?" Fan Zhiyi weakly patted the boy's face with courage. Seeing no response, he panicked and immediately used his hand to check his breathing. He was still breathing. He listened to his heartbeat and it was still beating.
Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't dare to stay any longer. After resting for a while, he asked Xiaobao to help him find a way to carry the boy on his back.
No matter what, you can't stay in front of this haunted house for long.
Fan Zhiyi took a look and saw the talisman he had put on the boy's arm, so he took it off and put it on his chest, then stood up and carried the boy on his back.
A sharp pain came from his waist, and Fan Zhiyi grimaced in pain. His legs almost gave out and he and the other man almost fell down at the same time.
The young man looked tall and thin, but unexpectedly he was quite heavy. Fan Zhiyi's calves trembled a few times before he finally stood up straight.
Before leaving, Fan Zhiyi realized that he had almost forgotten the boy's sword. He asked Xiaobao to pick up the sword and gave it to him. He held it in his hand and said, "Xiaobao, you have to follow closely. Brother may not be able to hold your hand this time."
Xiaobao nodded.
The first step almost cost Fan Zhiyi his life. He insisted on taking a few more steps, but he really couldn't walk anymore.
Fan Zhiyi took a deep breath and put the boy down. His thighs and waist were sore, and he fell to the ground with the boy.
Fan Zhiyi looked at the boy with a guilty conscience, and seeing that he was still asleep, he didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or something.
He took off his outer robe and put it on the boy, then pulled up the boy's hands, made him lie face down, and dragged him for a distance.
I arrived at the door of the inn again. This time there was no light in the inn and the windows were closed tightly.
Fan Zhiyi put the boy on the steps in front of the inn and sat down himself.
He couldn't take it anymore. He was still a little hot when he was dragged away just now, but now that he was quiet and the wind was blowing, he felt so cold.
There seemed to be a dark shadow approaching in the darkness ahead, and the light from the lamp in his hand was dim.
Fan Zhiyi was so tired that he was unmoved. He just wanted to think, here we go again, can there be some new tricks?
Then he glanced at the unconscious boy and reluctantly put the talisman he had just put back on. He held up the sword and said, "Xiaobao, your talisman is still there, right? You run. I can't walk anymore. If I can survive, I will be here waiting for you after dawn."
Xiaobao didn't move, but took out his talisman and gave it to Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi was so moved that he almost died.
This is simply a little angel.
Although he was very tempted, Fan Zhiyi still returned the talisman to Xiaobao: "Remember to keep it well. Don't give it to anyone else, not even the two of us."
The shadow in front was getting closer and closer. Fan Zhiyi said, "Xiaobao, run, hurry... wait!"
The next second, Fan Zhiyi grabbed Xiaobao.
Wait, something seems wrong.
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