Bing Nandong urged, "Why? Are you really addicted to it?"
"Bing Nandong, you are such a cruel person."
Bing Nandong smiled and said, "Of course we have to be more ruthless towards fakes." His eyes fell on "Fan Zhiyi", and "Fan Zhiyi" shuddered and shrank back.
Fan Zhiyi nudged Bing Nandong, signaling him to stop trying to scare people. "What should we do next? By the way, have you run into Cen Jun and He An? They're the only ones left now."
Bing Nandong shook his head when he heard this, and Zhuang Yujing also said, "I haven't seen it since I entered this illusion."
"Illusion? Whose illusion could be so powerful, storing so many unique ghosts?" Bing Nandong looked at Zhuang Yujing. "Do you think that just because you're called the Fusang God, you're truly a god? Even if Young Master Zhuang hasn't witnessed this scene, he must have heard of it."
Although Zhuang Yujing was displeased by Bing Nandong's suggestion, he gradually realized: "How could such a thing be formed at the junction of yin and yang?"
"This place is not like the Xue residence where negative energy has accumulated for a hundred years, because the boundary here has not yet been fully formed and is still unstable. Otherwise, you and I would not have fallen into other spaces." Bing Nandong explained.
Fan Zhiyi didn't quite understand the previous reference to the intersection of yin and yang, but he could vaguely guess the general meaning, so he concluded, "What it means is that I've fallen into the true intersection of yin and yang, which is now this village?"
Bing Nandong said: "You have better luck."
You call this good luck. Fan Zhiyi didn't know how to refute: "Then what do you call the place you fell into?"
"What's the point of asking these questions? What are you going to do next?" Zhuang Yujing interrupted Fan Zhiyi impatiently. "Think about the next steps first. We can't just stay in this shabby place. When I came here, I saw many villagers. No, it must be ghosts looking for you."
"Actually, I've always wanted to ask, what happened to you that made you like this?" Bing Nandong looked at Zhuang Yujing.
Zhuang Yujing probably felt that the incident of being attacked was shameful, so he kept silent and finally folded his arms: "Nothing."
"Maybe it's some important news, tell it out and integrate it." Bing Nandong didn't believe his words at all and tempted him.
Zhuang Yujing pondered for a moment, and under Bing Nandong's urging, he realized there was no point in dragging things out any longer, so he told her everything: "When I was chasing Fan Zhiyi, I encountered a tree demon. It must have been the incarnation of the Fusang God. Its branches had white threads growing out of them, and many things no longer had human forms, but I think they were once people. Then, I was caught off guard and was dragged into a cave by the tree demon's vines. I only escaped later."
After he finished speaking, Zhuang Yujing glanced at Bing Nandong. As expected, he saw the look on Bing Nandong's face as if he were an idiot. He flew into a rage, "What's with that expression? If you had encountered that tree demon and that situation, you might have had to wait for me to rescue you!"
Fan Zhiyi was already accustomed to the two men's habit of arguing after just a few words, and after hearing Zhuang Yujing's description, he was even more convinced: "So, we, including these villagers and monks, are actually the nourishment of the Fusang God, right?"
"They use me as food, but I don't know if they can handle it." Zhuang Yujing said disdainfully.
Fan Zhiyi glanced at that "Fan Zhiyi," and the more he looked, the weirder it seemed to him. Bing Nandong then blocked his view and looked down at them, "Let's go arrest the village chief. From the way he spoke, I felt he must be someone of some importance here. He might know something."
"Oh right!" Fan Zhiyi remembered something else. "I asked the village chief before, and he said that the people who didn't come here were the missing people."
Zhuang Yujing was confused: "What do you mean?"
"We'll talk as we walk." Fan Zhiyi said, then looked at that "Fan Zhiyi", "What should he do? Should he go with us?"
Zhuang Yujing chanted a spell, and the rope suddenly loosened and became longer. Just as "Fan Zhiyi" was about to run away, he was tied up again, this time together with the statue of Fusang God.
Only then did Fan Zhiyi have the mind to take a closer look at the statue. It was an enlarged version of the small statue of Fusang God in the cave. It was taller than the sculptures enshrined in the temples Fan Zhiyi had visited in the real world.
"That's all, let's go." Zhuang Yujing said.
Along the way, Fan Zhiyi picked out the key points of his conversation with the village chief and told them. Zhuang Yujing and Bing Nandong did not say anything for a while. Fan Zhiyi guessed that they might be sorting out their thoughts, but Fan Zhiyi has never been willing to do brain work, so he simply left it to them to think about it.
It is not easy to find the village chief among so many crazy villagers and monks. Fan Zhiyi and his men plan to split into three groups and send a message to the other two after finding the village chief.
Before they parted ways, Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong and asked, "Can you do it?" Bing Nandong's eyesight wasn't working properly, and he was recently injured, with the ghostly aura still reverberating through him. Most importantly, Bing Nandong had said he was exceptionally capable of attracting the monsters' attention.
"Don't worry." After saying that, Bing Nandong ran out on the roof at a very fast speed, his figure like a sharp sword.
As expected, there was no need to worry, but there was something to worry about. Fan Zhiyi saw that when the villagers saw Bing Nandong, they were like seeing some delicacy, and most of them followed him.
Fan Zhiyi sighed and was about to follow Bing Nandong when Zhuang Yujing rushed over first: "I'll go help him and find someone while I'm at it!"
That's fine. Although I don't know how good Zhuang Yujing's cultivation is, but from what he described about his experience of escaping from danger, and being able to escape with "Fan Zhiyi", he must be good.
In this case, Fan Zhiyi used his mind to try to search for the whereabouts of the village chief. He closed his eyes and actually found a red dot in his mind.
The arrest of the village chief went smoothly. Fan Zhiyi also threw the village chief in front of the Fusang statue and tied him up with "Fan Zhiyi". As early as when the village chief was arrested and started shouting Fusang God, Fan Zhiyi quickly found something to block his mouth.
It was just a fluke, but who knew that the Fuso God really didn't come out to cause trouble.
So if I don't say it out loud, my wish won't come true? No, no, no, Fan Zhiyi thought. Didn't I also say it silently in my mind when I made a wish last night? And it came true anyway. So why is this?
Fan Zhiyi looked up and saw that the Fusang God's eyes seemed to have opened a little, and his pupils were staring down at him. In this dilapidated temple, the statue's gaze made Fan Zhiyi feel eerie and terrifying.
The next moment, Fan Zhiyi felt that he could not move his body. He knew what was going on without thinking. It was probably because of that...
Hey, what did he want to say?
Fan Zhiyi looked up at the sky. It was pitch black, as if there was a big hole in it, and raindrops as big as beans fell one by one.
Who was he? Fan Zhiyi thought hard. That's right, he was a tree! He had already suffered five heavenly thunder strikes. If he suffered four more, he would be able to cultivate into a human body!
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