"Hey, come here quickly, there are still living people here!"
Then Fan Zhiyi saw the figures in front of him gradually become clearer, from one to several, holding lanterns in their hands, the warm yellow light made people feel particularly at ease.
They all wore the same blue robes and had their hair tied up high with crowns.
Just as one of them was about to run over to Fan Zhiyi to investigate, the leader stopped him: "Is he really alive?"
Fan Zhiyi was stunned for a moment. He nodded to confirm their words, "Absolutely true! Heroes, please save my friend! He just vomited blood! Please save me too! I can't take it anymore! And this child!"
After hearing what Fan Zhiyi said, the man in the lead took the initiative to step forward, squatted down, and put his hand on the boy's wrist.
The one behind him extended the lantern forward. The sudden bright light made Fan Zhiyi close his eyes, and he heard a sound of gasping for breath.
A disciple whispered, "Is this really a human?"
It's no wonder people are suspicious. It's just that Fan Zhiyi's current appearance is too... creepy.
The leader withdrew his hand, signaling his companions behind him to move, and then handed Fan Zhiyi a clean handkerchief: "Sir, please wipe your face first."
Fan Zhiyi was helped up, and Abao pulled his clothes and hid behind him.
Fan Zhiyi watched the young man being carried on the back of one of them, who was walking with great speed, and he couldn't help but admire and envy him.
He gently pressed his old waist and almost screamed in pain. He never dared to touch it again.
I've been going through so much today, I don't know how painful my legs and waist will be tomorrow.
But it doesn’t matter, they were saved. Fan Zhiyi was a little bit unbelievable for a moment, were they saved just like that?
Fan Zhiyi was still able to walk on his own. Xiaobao was held in the arms of the leader, who explained to Fan Zhiyi on the way that for some unknown reason, there was a thick yin energy here a month ago, which caused a ghost disaster. So their sect immediately evacuated all the indigenous people here, and the disciples of Tianyun Sect were responsible for entering to investigate.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but glance at the unconscious boy. It was the Tianyun Sect again, the Tianyun Sect that had abandoned its original body in the haunted house.
Fan Zhiyi sighed, and the next second he was asked, "May I ask which sect you two belong to?"
Fan Zhiyi spoke without hesitation, "I'm just an ordinary person. This is my younger brother Xiaobao, and he..." Fan Zhiyi pointed at the young man, "He doesn't have any sect, he's just a casual wanderer in the martial arts world. We met through a series of coincidences."
It was indeed a coincidence. If the young man had not drawn his sword and rushed forward, Fan Zhiyi and Xiaobao would have been killed by the female ghost.
The other party nodded, obviously believing it. "But we had clearly evacuated everyone according to the list. Why did you three suddenly appear here?"
"This is all my brother's fault for his chivalrous heart. Before evacuating, he insisted on going into the haunted house to find out what was going on and exorcise the demons. I couldn't stop him, and then, without knowing what was going on, the three of us went in." Fan Zhiyi was heartbroken and sighed repeatedly.
"So you actually stayed in there for over a month!"
Fan Zhiyi suddenly realized that his boast had gone a bit far, but now it was impossible to take it back, so he could only bite the bullet and continue: "Isn't this all thanks to my brothers? Amazing! And along the way, we ran into that Tianyun Sect you mentioned, and they did help a little bit."
When the other party heard what Fan Zhiyi said, he snorted disdainfully: "They actually left you alone. Haha, I can only say that they are worthy of being called such a person."
Sensing something was up, Fan Zhiyi perked up: "Has Tianyun Sect done something like this before?"
"The disciples of the Tianyun Sect are hypocritical and narrow-minded, especially the new disciple Bing Nandong. They are unworthy of being immortal cultivators. If we were to list the unscrupulous things they have done, it would take ten days and ten nights to finish!"
Fan Zhiyi was stunned by what he heard. He had no memory of his previous life, but based on the experience of his original body given by the system, he didn't have much favorable impression of this sect. So after hearing what he heard now, he nodded in agreement: "Indeed."
The boy is in poor health now, and it is inferred that the original body and the boy are both members of the Tianyun Sect. The other party hates the Tianyun Sect so much that Fan Zhiyi feels it is necessary to hide their identities so as not to be thrown back into the haunted house halfway.
The man seemed satisfied, so he smiled at Fan Zhiyi and said, "We are disciples of Jiuwanli. How can I be so calm? May I know your name, brother?"
"Your surname is Yi, and my name is Yi Zhifan. Fan means "to eat," and since I'm from a poor family, my parents gave me this name so that I could be raised more easily. His name is Nian Shao, which is a nickname. People who travel around the world like to give themselves nicknames." Fan Zhiyi spoke calmly without blushing or beating his heart.
He An was also a straightforward person. Along the way, Fan Zhiyi asked him many questions in a roundabout way, and the other party told him everything he knew, which gave Fan Zhiyi a little understanding of the world.
To put it bluntly, this is actually a world of cultivating immortals and catching ghosts. The yin and yang of heaven and earth are out of balance, and humans and ghosts are intertwined, which goes against the natural order.
Ghosts hurt people, kill people, and disturb the human world. On the one hand, those who practice to become immortals constantly practice to get closer to the realm of immortals. On the other hand, they have to exorcise evil spirits and avoid ghosts, accumulate good deeds, and fight against evil spirits to the death, in exchange for a prosperous and peaceful world.
It feels like a very common setting. With this kind of world view, Fan Zhiyi has seen many similar ones, such as the confrontation between gods and demons, and the confrontation between immortals and ghosts. These are now commonplace memes.
This novel doesn't seem to be a story about the protagonist killing everyone in order to fall in love, right? If that were true, wouldn't there be anyone speaking up for everyone?
Thanks for the invitation. Fan Zhiyi is now one of the miserable people. I pray silently that this won’t be the case.
He doesn't even know who the protagonist is, and this kind of plot is usually irresistible, leaving a small character like him with no room for salvation.
By the way, he still didn’t know why the system had him come into this book, and how long would it take for Bai Bai to come back?
"We're here. This is our temporary base." He An introduced kindly, "I've ordered someone to prepare guest rooms, hot water, and food for you two. It's safe here, so you can rest assured. I'll go find a doctor, and you can make arrangements to leave after this brother wakes up."
There are still many good people in the world. As the second person whose name Fan Zhiyi knew in this world, He An gave him a warm feeling.
But it didn't take long for this warm feeling to fade away.
The reason was that Fan Zhiyi had never thought that the eldest young master of Jiuwanli would appear in this garrison. As luck would have it, the eldest young master came out to find He An and saw Fan Zhiyi and the young man. As luck would have it, the eldest young master knew them both. As luck would have it, the eldest young master ruthlessly exposed their identities.
"He An, what are you doing picking up two pieces of trash?" The eldest young master had a scornful smile on his face. He pinched the boy's face and flipped it over with a gloating look. "Oh, Bing Nandong has come to this day. He fell into my hands, and his..." The eldest young master turned his gaze to Fan Zhiyi, "My little fiancé."
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