Fan Zhiyi had seen it with his own eyes: that group of pale and skinny people got Bing Nandong's portrait and nailed it to the head of a scarecrow covered with long needles.
Each of them held a bowl, cut their wrists, and dripped blood into the bowl, mumbling something. The next moment, a blindfolded man dressed similarly to Bing Nandong in the portrait walked up to the scarecrow and knelt, accepting the blood from the bowl being sprinkled on him. Then, while confessing, the man pulled out a knife and stabbed himself, cutting downwards.
Even though he had seen the illusion of the Fusang God, Fan Zhiyi was still stunned by this scary and disgusting ritual. He didn't know and didn't want to know what they were going to do next. Fortunately, he covered Bing Nandong's eyes from the beginning and took him away in a hurry. He also did not forget to summon a gust of wind to blow down the scarecrow, and at the same time prevented the man from committing suicide and destroying their ritual.
Fan Zhiyi heard their roars, but he didn't look back, nor did he want to care about what would happen next. He was only worried about whether Bing Nandong would be frightened, so he comforted him: "There was a performance just now, and it was not good at all, so the audience was yelling at them to return the spirit stones. This performance was very violent and not suitable for you to watch. I will let go when we get to the right place."
Bing Nandong readily accepted Fan Zhiyi's flawed explanation, his voice unchanged as usual: "Alright, this is like returning to the time when my disciple's eyes were injured and I couldn't see anything."
Bing Nandong's long eyelashes scratched Fan Zhiyi's palm, making it a little itchy.
Along the way, they often heard all kinds of complaints and vicious words on the roadside, all directed at Bing Nandong.
"Why doesn't this Bing Nandong just die?"
"What on earth are these immortal cultivators doing? They can't even catch a single person. If I could cultivate, I would have caught them long ago and thrown them into hell!"
"As a cultivator, why can't Bing Nandong be more selfless? Isn't he the eldest senior brother of Tianyun Sect? Wasn't he praised to the skies before? Why is he so unwilling to sacrifice for the sake of the immortal world?"
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These remarks were heard again. Fan Zhiyi stood at the back of the crowd, looking at the new notice issued by Tianyunmen and sneered.
He calmly glanced at the people around him who were discussing with great interest. With a thought, the pants of the people who were talking all fell down, and they knelt heavily on the ground, unable to get up, their faces turning pale and red with shame.
Fan Zhiyi left calmly, but he was stopped after a few steps. The three disciples from the sect that governed this town said, "Take off the muli."
Fan Zhiyi took it off obediently. His left cheek was intact and handsome, but his right cheek was covered with pits and burns, which was extremely horrible.
Fan Zhiyi watched the other party take a step back with a look of disgust, as if even talking to him was dirty, so he deliberately disgusted them and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, immortal, I have to cover my face when I go out because of my ugly face." With this smile, the burns wrinkled together, like ravines.
Fan Zhiyi walked forward as he spoke, as if he was subconsciously moving closer because he was eager to explain.
"Okay, okay, go ahead." A disciple pressed the end of his sword against Fan Zhiyi's stomach and pushed him back, his face grim. "We're arresting people lately, so don't go out like this. It's a good thing you ran into us, otherwise you would have been killed for sneaking around like that."
"Yes, yes, yes." Fan Zhiyi smiled again.
The disciple frowned and didn't even look at Fan Zhiyi: "Put it on quickly."
You're so disgusting.
Fan Zhiyi put on the Mu Li again, and then the white system voice in his mind said, "Host, your task now is to leave this body and go to the right time as soon as possible. After all, to the Heavenly Dao, your current actions are like moths flying into a flame, and will have no effect."
This was the fixed line the system would use to persuade him every day, but Fan Zhiyi pretended not to hear it.
When he and Bing Nandong were being hunted by people from a sect, Bai Bai suddenly appeared and told him that they would be away in three minutes. Fan Zhiyi was so angry that his legs were running and his mind was buzzing.
Fortunately, Baibai's damn system had some conscience. Not only did it know that it sent him to the wrong time, but it also left him here for so long without any care. Finally, it agreed to wait until Fan Zhiyi safely sent Bing Nandong to Youshan Temple before leaving.
Fan Zhiyi returned to the small house he had rented temporarily, took off the curtain, and pushed open the door.
This house was in the middle of a busy city. As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place. Fan Zhiyi operated right under their noses and was never caught. Bing Nandong was hidden in the house by him and was not allowed to leave.
They have been trapped here for three days now and cannot break out.
Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong standing at the window, looking at the ancient well in the courtyard. Bing Nandong was still as thin and listless as ever.
How can a person who has been suffering from illness for a long time have any spirit?
Fan Zhiyi closed the window. "Hold on a little longer. I'll find a way out of the city." Alternatively, they could wait for Jin Wu here, but that would leave him alone, and the rendezvous would undoubtedly be delayed. For Bing Nandong, every extra day meant more danger.
So Fan Zhiyi had no choice but to ask Bai Bai for the nth time in his mind: "Is there any clever way to leave here?"
"Yes, the host has escaped."
You cold and heartless system!
Bai Bai had a good reason: "After you left, the plot entered the right time point, and Bing Nandong naturally left here and appeared somewhere else."
Fan Zhiyi ignored this unreliable system. He was determined to send Bing Nandong to Youshan Temple no matter what.
Bing Nandong did not make any comment on Fan Zhiyi's statement because he was angry with Fan Zhiyi again.
Because Bai Bai came back not long ago, Fan Zhiyi knew that he could not stay in the present time for long, so he told Bing Nandong directly that even if he was indeed the Fan Zhiyi that Bing Nandong knew before, he had lost his memory now and did not like Bing Nandong. He asked Bing Nandong not to dwell on the past relationship and learn to look forward.
Fan Zhiyi still remembered that Bing Nandong's eyes were red with anger and it seemed that he would cry if they quarreled for a few more words, so Fan Zhiyi softened his heart and pursed his lips, unable to say anything more cruel.
Look, Fan Zhiyi said that Bing Nandong is in love. At this time, he is not thinking about himself, but thinking about love. He does not rely on love to live, and he will not die without him.
He will be away soon, and then Bing Nandong will have to wait endlessly, waiting for his next appearance at an unknown time.
Waiting was too painful. Fan Zhiyi didn't want Bing Nandong to go through it again, so it would be better to end it sooner rather than later. There were so many people in the world, there was always someone suitable.
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