"So that black thing is called ghost energy. What a simple and unpretentious name." Fan Zhiyi poked the ground with a stick, stopped to rest his feet, looked at the uphill road that was about to start, and thought it would be better for him to die first.
As the saying goes, the happier the downhill is, the harder the uphill is, but the key is that he is always going uphill, damn!
Bing Nandong was silent again. Although he was always irritating when he opened his mouth, at this moment, Fan Zhiyi still wanted someone to whisper a few words to him to relieve his nerves that had been overly tense for a long time.
"Speaking of which, ghost energy and spiritual energy are relative, right? Then what harm will it cause to you if they enter your body together?" Fan Zhiyi asked.
"Is your neck wound okay?"
"Does this look good to you?"
“…”
Fan Zhiyi felt that he should have spoken more gently: "You haven't answered my question just now?"
Bing Nandong ignored him, but Fan Zhiyi felt that this guy leaned his head on his shoulder again, perhaps because he was tired, or perhaps because he was sick and unwell.
But the plot didn't allow them to relax. Fan Zhiyi could sense a crowd of people rushing towards him, so he couldn't rest or walk leisurely. Since the evil spirit wasn't good for Bing Nandong, he had to find a way to expel it. He had to find a place.
"They are chasing me." Bing Nandong said suddenly.
"What?"
"Because I am a monster, it is normal for monsters to want to eat monsters. Just like I absorbed the ghost energy by eating them, they want the same." Bing Nandong said close to Fan Zhiyi's ear, his voice was cold and full of irony.
"Don't talk nonsense, you are not a monster." Fan Zhiyi thought about it, that thing whose head is a spirit stone and whose body is a woman is a monster. It is about to become the source of Fan Zhiyi's nightmares in the next few days. Therefore, Fan Zhiyi officially announced that he would temporarily demystify the spirit stone. What a terrible task.
"Put me down."
"No, no, if you're not feeling well, you'd better stop talking. The moment you open your mouth, you'll start to sound like some kind of pain literature."
Bing Nandong: "..."
Fan Zhiyi felt that the pursuers were getting closer, so he thought of a compromise: "Bing Nandong, I'll hide you nearby first. Then I'll lead them away and explore the Fusang Temple. If there's no serious danger, I'll take you there to hide."
"No!" Bing Nandong's voice suddenly rose, seeming particularly excited and sensitive. "No, you can't go!"
Fan Zhiyi found it funny. He really couldn't figure out what this guy was thinking. "Didn't you ask me to leave you behind?"
"This is different, different..."
Perhaps it was Bing Nandong's tone that was so off, Fan Zhiyi could only sigh. After all, he was a good master. So he could only mentally encourage himself and, with all his might, began to channel his spiritual energy and charge up the mountain. "Bing Nandong, you should get some sleep first."
After Fan Zhiyi finished speaking, he felt Bing Nandong resting his head on the back of his neck. After a while, his hand, which was casually placed on his neck, tightened, and the back of his neck felt a little warm. Bing Nandong's suppressed sobs mixed with the sound of rain fell into Fan Zhiyi's ears.
Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips, carried him on his back, and chose to concentrate on his journey.
After dodging several times along the way, he finally found the Fusang Temple from last night from another direction. However, unlike the cave that night, this time the Fusang Temple had become a dark hall, dilapidated and still cold and damp, with its doors open waiting for the lambs to be delivered to its door.
Fan Zhiyi had not originally intended to take the risk and go in directly, but faced with those things chasing him, he gritted his teeth and carried Bing Nandong into the Fusang Temple. In the middle was a huge statue. Fan Zhiyi had no time to observe it. He just thought that if the statue told the villagers that they were hiding here, they would probably be doomed. But now he could already hear the enemy's footsteps getting closer and closer as they were surrounded on three sides. If he met them, it would probably be a tough battle.
With the idea of starting a fight if they couldn't win, Fan Zhiyi took Bing Nandong and hid in a corner. He put a rotten board of suitable length, width and height in front of them, and cut off a piece of rag to cover the hiding place, blocking it tightly.
Just as he finished all this, he heard the village chief's voice: "Fusang God, Fusang God, please bless us and we will definitely catch them!"
Fan Zhiyi gently covered Bing Nandong's mouth, let Bing Nandong lean on his shoulder, and cast an invisibility barrier on the two of them.
Damn, if he had thought of this earlier, would he have needed to hide and fight before? My own pig brain, bah bah bah, why does my smart brain sometimes not work?
Fan Zhiyi watched the situation here with extreme vigilance. He heard the village chief muttering like a madman: "It's here, it's here. The Fusang God said they are here! Find them quickly!"
The board that Fan Zhi found was quite long and wide, so it gave the two of them enough space to hide. However, such a place was abruptly blocked by cloth, and Fan Zhiyi knew that they would definitely be discovered.
Sure enough, the rags they used to cover themselves were fished out, and a strange-looking creature that barely looked like a human came over to take a look and kicked some boards away.
Fan Zhiyi held his breath, retracted his legs and hugged Bing Nandong tightly. He slowed down his heartbeat. If possible, he really hoped that his heart would stop beating at this moment and not get in his way.
The thing scanned for a long time, constantly sniffing the smell. Fan Zhiyi remembered that Bing Nandong had said that these things were following him, so he hugged Bing Nandong in his arms very close, with his hands supporting the wall behind him, intending to cover it up with his own smell.
Fortunately, this thing wasn't too strong. Fan Zhiyi's eyes suddenly became dull as he watched him. He stood up and yelled at the other things that were following the smell and moving towards this side: "There's nothing here. Let's go, let's go, don't let them get away!"
This caused dissatisfaction among the village chiefs: "The Fusang God said they are here!"
Oh, there is an internal conflict.
At this moment, Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt someone licking the palm of his hand. He widened his eyes and tried to withdraw his hand immediately, but his wrist and waist had already been tightly restrained.
Bing Nandong didn't know when he woke up. He was breathing softly, his dark eyes fixed on Fan Zhiyi. Those eyes were obviously pearls covered with dust, but now they were filled with moisture, like peach blossoms stained by rain, which made them particularly charming.
He said he was looking at Fan Zhiyi, but Fan Zhiyi felt that his attention seemed to be fixed on the sword wound on his neck, which made him feel a little creepy, and he felt that this brother seemed to pounce on him and bite him in the next second.
No, no, no, I must have been scared by these monsters. Bing Nandong doesn’t know about it yet. They have been together for so long, he will definitely not do such a thing.
But Bing Nandong said that he absorbed the ghost energy himself, so he wouldn’t be assimilated, right?
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