It was unknown how long this torture would last. Fan Zhiyi would not wait, nor would he allow the situation to escalate like this. He moved, which in turn resulted in Bing Nandong restraining him even more forcefully.
Fan Zhiyi asked, "Bing Nandong, can you still stand up? Let's leave here first."
"Leave?" Bing Nandong asked back, then let go of his hand and only set up a barrier for Fan Zhiyi, leaving himself exposed to the ghost energy.
The ghost energy had weakened a lot, but some of it was still penetrating Bing Nandong's body. The excess that was not absorbed lingered around Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong, waiting for an opportunity to move, like layers of transparent black gauze.
Fan Zhiyi looked towards Bing Nandong. He saw Bing Nandong's eyes. Those beautiful eyes were as bright as glass beads, and seemed to be able to captivate people. However, Bing Nandong's face was expressionless. He just looked at him. He said, "Master, there is a red cinnabar mole on your forehead. It's really beautiful. You have this face this time. No wonder they didn't recognize you."
"..." Fan Zhiyi didn't know what to say. Sadness, anger, and all kinds of emotions were intertwined.
"Fan Zhiyi, kill me and leave me here."
"What are you talking about? Come with me!" Fan Zhiyi immediately created a barrier for Bing Nandong, but every time he created one, Bing Nandong destroyed it. It was as hateful as the thunder from the sky. Fan Zhiyi was so angry that he almost vomited blood. In his heart, he pinched his Ren Zhong point frantically, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
He tried to pull Bing Nandong away, but Bing Nandong didn't move. Fan Zhiyi's hands were shaking, and he saw despair and death in Bing Nandong's expression. Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt a sense of sadness. Everything was obviously going well, and his eyes had recovered, but why did it turn out like this?
Maybe he shouldn't have brought Bing Nandong here. He should have come here alone with Cen Jun. Now Cen Jun is missing, and Bing Nandong has become like this. It's his fault.
Fan Zhiyi felt a sour taste in his nose, and his voice was hoarse with pleading: "Hurry up, follow me!"
"Do you know what I'll face if I go out in my current state? You, Cen Jun, and even Zhuang Yujing, what does it mean if you appear with me?"
"I don't care. Since you are my disciple, I will definitely protect you! If Tianyun Sect doesn't accept you, I will. If they don't tolerate me, I will tolerate them! I will take you and Cen Jun to find a place to live in seclusion and have nothing to do with them. I don't believe they will haunt us like they are crazy!" Fan Zhiyi was so furious that he didn't even have the ability to think when he said these words.
He saw Bing Nandong's surprised look, and his heart was pounding from the intense emotional ups and downs he had just experienced. He racked his brains to find something that could inspire Bing Nandong's will. "Didn't you say I was Fan Zhiyi? Don't you want to go outside and verify this result with Cen Jun and the others? Don't you want to find your missing Taoist partner?"
As Fan Zhiyi spoke, he thought about simply knocking the man out and taking him away, which would be more efficient and quick. However, Bing Nandong seemed to have guessed his thoughts and chuckled softly, "Master has consumed so much energy, he may not be able to defeat me now. As for my Taoist partner, I don't want to look for him anymore, he has forgotten me."
Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth: "Okay, then you don't want me to remember you..."
"Fan Zhiyi, the ghost energy is inducing me to kill you." Bing Nandong raised his eyelids and looked at him, "Do you know how hard it is for me to endure? He asked me to eat you, just like the Fusang God finding nutrients, and merge into one, so that I can be with you. No matter whether you like me or hate me, you don't have to wonder why you have become like this and why I have come to this point. Even now, I still want this. Stay with me, and I will kill you." The young man's expression was terribly calm, as if he was a statue without emotions.
But while he was saying this, he suddenly took the initiative and grabbed Fan Zhiyi's tattered sleeves tightly, refusing to let go.
Are you scared? Fan Zhiyi is definitely scared. No one would want to leave a time bomb next to him, but he is Bing Nandong. He is the same Bing Nandong who would not let go and wanted to protect Cen Jun's brother even after he was beaten like that.
Fan Zhiyi felt as if his heart was stabbed, and his eyes were swollen: "Then let me go!"
He saw Bing Nandong's red eyes, and he looked as pitiful as an abandoned dog.
Bing Nandong calmed down: "Master, I feel so uncomfortable, really... I don't want to live anymore, please, kill me." Bing Nandong's voice was filled with tears again, and then he let go of Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi immediately grabbed his dangling hand with his own, bony hand. Instantly, Bing Nandong felt the ghost energy within him and the surrounding ghost energy begin to rush into Fan Zhiyi's body through the intersection.
Bing Nandong immediately began to panic: "Master, Fan Zhiyi, are you crazy? What are you doing? Let me go!"
He was truly panicked and terrified, but whenever he struggled, Fan Zhiyi's face was filled with unbearable pain, and he gasped heavily, "Try to resist again. Do you want to break off my finger bones?"
Ghostly energy began to linger from their forearms, enveloping their clasped hands. Fan Zhiyi leaned slightly over to look at Bing Nandong, then lifted his entangled hands so Bing Nandong couldn't ignore its presence. "Bing Nandong, listen carefully. I'm just like you now. I've also absorbed ghostly energy into my body, so don't be afraid. I'll keep you company. It's just ghostly energy, right? You said some cultivators with ghostly energy can purify themselves automatically!"
"Are you crazy?"
"I'm just crazy!" Fan Zhiyi pinched Bing Nandong's neck and forced him to look down at him. "I want all of us to be alive!"
A tear fell on Bing Nandong's face. His eyelashes moved and he saw the tear marks on Fan Zhiyi's face. His Adam's apple moved and he couldn't help but raise his hand and touch the corner of Fan Zhiyi's eyes.
Fan Zhiyi didn't even realize he was crying, but his tears were uncontrollable. He looked at Bing Nandong, who had calmed down, and breathed a sigh of relief. If he had known crying would solve the problem, he could have cried to Bing Nandong three times a day, morning, noon, and night.
Suddenly, Bing Nandong turned sideways and spat out a mouthful of blood, then he kept coughing and his body twitched.
Fan Zhiyi immediately embraced him, using his own spiritual power to penetrate his body. He found that Bing Nandong was almost filled with ghost energy. How could he have endured it for so long and still have time to argue with him? Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to think too much about transferring this ghost energy into his body, just a little at a time. He was afraid that if he started to think about it, analyzing the pros and cons, he would get scared.
Pain like a knife cutting came from all over the body. The ghost energy corroded Fan Zhiyi's spiritual veins, which was many times more intense than the pain of corroding fingers.
Fan Zhiyi looked around. How could he get these two people out? A feeling of helplessness and despair came over him, but Fan Zhiyi dismissed it. He was the only one still conscious among the three. If even he gave up, they would really be doomed.
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