In the distance, the note written by Fan Zhiyi in Bing Nandong's hand turned blank, without any trace of ink left.
It was five days later that Bing Nandong woke up. Before he could figure out what had happened, his body had already subconsciously defended himself. He turned over and looked around.
This is a very simple room with only a bed and nothing else.
No, why is he here? Bing Nandong was puzzled. He should have been in the woods with Fan Zhiyi... The chaotic memories of that night came up bit by bit. Bing Nandong's expression suddenly changed and he probed his body.
There is nothing, why is there nothing?
Bing Nandong felt a sudden surge of blood and energy, and he was a little breathless.
Where's Fan Zhiyi? What did Fan Zhiyi do? Where did Fan Zhiyi go? What a liar! He clearly said he wouldn't leave him! Bing Nandong's eyes were terribly red. He kept his eyes open, covered his heart, and stumbled to open the door.
The wooden door made a sound of being unable to bear the weight and was thrown back by him with a "bang".
Jin Wu sat calmly on the only wooden chair in the yard. Hearing the noise, he slowly raised his eyes to look at Bing Nandong. His eyes were kind, as if they could tolerate everything, including ghosts.
"Nan Dong, you're awake." he said.
"Where's Fan Zhiyi?" Bing Nandong rushed forward and stood in front of Jin Wu. Seeing that he didn't answer, he shouted again, "Where's Fan Zhiyi?"
"Donor Fan, didn't he die a long time ago?"
"You're talking nonsense!" Bing Nandong said like a madman, "Where did he go? Where did you hide him?"
"Amitabha." I put my hands together, closed my eyes and said this without saying anything more.
No one spoke again. Bing Nandong stood there in a daze. He felt cold. It was the hottest summer season, but the chill surged up along his feet, as if he was falling into an ice cave.
I don’t know how long the stalemate lasted, but Bing Nandong started walking towards the door.
Jin Wu didn't look back at him. "Nandong, you clearly already have the answer in your heart. Do you want to let everything that Donor Fan has done be in vain? When I found you at the time agreed upon with Donor Fan, you were the only one left, protected by the barrier. There was nothing around you."
"No, you're lying to me." Bing Nandong was furious. "He won't leave without leaving anything. He promised me. I must find him, I must find him! I can't..."
Bing Nandong tightened his grip on the door frame, his voice tinged with tears: "He can't. He can't bear the ghost energy and the poison. He is most afraid of pain."
"Bing Nandong, do you really want to let everything he has done go to waste?"
"I want to find him, I must find him! When he sees me like this, he will be so angry that he will show up again." Bing Nandong muttered in a somewhat abnormal manner and walked out with heavy steps.
Jin Wu didn't stop him, and he just kept walking forward. He didn't know how long he had been walking, he only knew that he had to keep walking like this, he had to do something to simply relieve the uneasiness and pain in his heart.
Fan Zhiyi, where have you been? Come back, I won't force you anymore.
I was wrong.
Even if you don't like me or don't want me anymore, just show up and let me see you. You fool, do you think you can suppress the evil spirit just by having a good cultivation?
We must find him immediately, quickly. If we are slow...if we are slow...we will never find him again.
Bing Nandong ran like a zombie for a long time, from a quiet and deserted place to a bustling and lively place. Many people surrounded him, pointing and talking from a distance, and followed him.
Finally, someone spoke up, "This is Bing Nandong, exactly like the portrait. But didn't the Tianyun Sect say he still wanted to control the Ghost Gate, but ended up suffering the consequences? Instead, the Tianyun Sect had to expend several powerful men to use Bing Nandong's remaining body to seal the Ghost Gate. So why is Bing Nandong here? Why isn't he dead yet?"
Backlash? Seal? Death? Bing Nandong glared at the speaker with eyes filled with determination. The wind lifted a few strands of his messy hair, crossing his eyes, adding a bit of murderous aura.
The man was frightened by the stare and was pulled back.
Bing Nandong curled his lips coldly upon seeing this, and then disappeared from the spot. He knew where Fan Zhiyi had gone, but unfortunately their separation was not pleasant at all. He had even quarreled with Fan Zhiyi and said harsh words to him against his will.
He didn't really hate him, he just... wanted him to comfort him. He was just about to collapse after searching everywhere for evidence. He had lost his mind and wanted Fan Zhiyi to tell him what he really thought.
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He was wrong.
It turns out that people really have to think twice before speaking. The person who was talking to you in the last second might disappear in the next second, leaving you alone with the last words that hurt both of you, living as if you were dead.
A red sun appeared in the sky. Unlike the day of Fan Zhiyi's personal sacrifice, it has been sunny recently.
The third time travel
The howling wind outside the sedan sounded like a ghost crying, or the kind of ghost crying right beside the sedan curtain. Often, the invisible things that can give people endless fantasies are the scariest.
Fan Zhiyi cowered in the sedan chair, curling himself into a ball, his eyes numbly open, his face as pale as death.
He traveled through time, and the bad news was that he traveled into a novel about immortals and the supernatural; the even worse news was that the body he traveled into was just that of a small-time immortal cultivator with mediocre aptitude, a cannon fodder not even mentioned in the book, the kind of cannon fodder who would be killed off in some horrible way at any time, with not even a trace of ashes left; the even worse news was that he had read this novel!
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