This sounded so sad. Fan Zhiyi said, "Let's get out of the city now." The world was really magical. He was still thinking about taking it slow in the afternoon, but by the evening he had to fight his way out.
Fan Zhiyi asked: "Can you still walk?"
"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious." Bing Nandong answered him, and Fan Zhiyi held his hand tightly and took him out of the city.
The road to the city gate seemed so long, and the intersection of various spiritual powers illuminated half of the sky of the city. Fan Zhiyi insisted on making it to the city gate and looked at the net that fell from the sky. It was just as he expected. These monks were indeed well prepared.
The leader smiled and said, "We finally caught you. All this deployment was worth it."
Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong were covered in fresh wounds. Looking at the massive display, Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but sarcastically say, "They really think highly of us, putting on such a big show."
The man sneered and said, "Bing Nandong is worthy, not to mention there is an Immortal Lord."
"Heh." Fan Zhiyi sneered, his anger growing. "Then you have to keep a close eye on us, otherwise we might run away accidentally, and then you'll be so angry you'll die."
"We've made ample preparations this time, Immortal Venerable, don't worry." He walked back and forth several times, hands behind his back, examining the two of them as if they were some merchandise. "Bing Nandong," he pointed at Bing Nandong. "Ah, sacrificing for the entire world of immortal cultivation, leaving a lasting legacy, wow, wow, wow, wow, this is such a great opportunity you must seize. Think about it, if you die, all things will live, what a bargain, right? I've heard that Senior Brother Tianyunmen is well-known and compassionate to the world, so why would he run away at this time? Could it be that all those kindnesses he showed to everyone in the past were just an act?"
"Do you want this opportunity?" Fan Zhiyi glared viciously at the man who kept chattering. He felt that the man talked too much and was indeed a villain.
He looked around at the disciples and the ordinary people standing on the outermost layer holding lanterns and torches.
They were all looking forward to Bing Nandong's death.
Why did they treat Bing Nandong like this? Why did the author of this book create such a setting? Fan Zhiyi really wanted to go straight to the real world to find that stupid author, beat him up, and make him write the best and happiest life for Bing Nandong. This is the life that Bing Nandong deserves, to live a happy and fulfilling life with his lover, instead of being forced to die!
"I don't even know how much truth there is in what Tianyunmen says, yet you're forcing a kind person to die like this. If what Tianyunmen says is false, can you really feel at ease when you wake up in the middle of the night? Aren't you afraid of being haunted by ghosts?" Fan Zhiyi smiled a little, and with his grim eyes, it was a bit creepy.
He protected the silent Bing Nandong and shared all the malice with him.
"You also said it was a hypothetical situation. Ghost Gate has already put us in dire straits. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, no matter what the cost, we have to give it a try."
Fan Zhiyi looked at the people who agreed with him. He had just recovered some spiritual power from his verbal attacks. He asked Bai Bai in his mind, "What are the chances of me breaking through the dragnet now?"
"As long as the host wants, it's fine. However, if you do this, the host's body will quickly deplete due to exhaustion. According to the system, the host will die at noon tomorrow."
"Enough, enough." Fan Zhiyi thought, after all, now is the most critical moment.
His spiritual energy surged, and a halo emanated from the ground centered on him. Fan Zhiyi felt something warm emanating from his eyes, nose, and ears, and a fishy smell rose in his throat. His clothes and hair moved without a breeze, and he clutched Bing Nandong tightly.
"He's going to self-destruct!" Someone in the crowd shouted.
Bing Nandong immediately pressed his hand and broke free: "Fan Zhiyi, you are not allowed to do this, I can..." Fan Zhiyi turned his head to look at Bing Nandong, and without saying anything, he pressed his acupoints directly, then held his hand and hugged him in his arms to comfort him, "Don't worry, this is just a cover, I'm not going to blow myself up."
What if Bing Nandong was caught again after he blew himself up? He must take advantage of the current time to send Bing Nandong to a safe place as much as possible.
"I don't believe it!"
Bing Nandong refused, as he was trying to manipulate the ghost energy. Fan Zhiyi said, "If you dare reveal it in front of them, I will never see you again. I mean it."
“…”
"Trust me, Nan Dong."
A flash of light shone like fireworks for a moment, and when it died, the monks collapsed to the ground. Fan Zhiyi couldn't see clearly, and his meridians felt like they were about to burst. He blinked, and thought to himself, "My strength is truly terrifying."
At this moment, as the victor, he always had to make some remarks to look cool, so Fan Zhiyi looked down at the defeated and trembling crowd from a high position: "That's all. If you still want to take over Bing Nandong, you'd better step over me."
"Fan Zhiyi, go first." Bing Nandong said.
Fan Zhiyi took Bing Nandong away. No one knew who started it, but those people knelt down one after another, crying and vying to recount the misfortunes they were forced to endure because of the pain of Guimen. Their expressions were sincere. They kowtowed and prayed in the direction where Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong left, saying that they were willing to give everything for their families and lives. Please, please, please let Bing Nandong die for Guimen.
Fan Zhiyi cast a spell to block Bing Nandong's hearing to prevent him from feeling uncomfortable.
Fan Zhiyi didn't let go of Bing Nandong until they reached a place where they could no longer catch up. Now he didn't know where they were. He used his mind to check the distance between his current position and Jin Wu, and it seemed to have been lengthened a little.
Oh, that’s bad.
Fortunately, this is deep in the mountains and forests, so they won't be discovered so quickly. At least they don't have to be timid and move around like they did in the city.
Unfortunately...Fan Zhiyi only has this one night.
He touched Bing Nandong's forehead and found it was even hotter, as if he was being roasted. The restraint Fan Zhiyi had placed on him was now lifted, but Bing Nandong sat against a tree, panting and not moving, because he was in so much pain.
"It's okay, you'll be fine soon." Seeing how miserable he was, Fan Zhiyi became nervous too. Since they were all going to die, Fan Zhiyi asked Bai Bai in his mind, "Can I pass on all my cultivation to Bing Nandong? Will that make him feel better?"
"Host, why would you go to such lengths for Bing Nandong?" Bai Bai asked. He was a system, and he really couldn't understand the host's contradictory words and actions most of the time. He was obviously afraid of pain and death, but sometimes he would go all out.
Fan Zhiyi said solemnly, "Once you understand, you won't be willing to just be a system anymore."
Bai Bai: "...Host, are you sure you want to do this?"
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