"Simply put, the host's cultivation is low, and his magnetic field is disturbed by the ghost wall. Simple sound transmission is not enough to contact people outside, unless there is a magic weapon."
"...Do I have it?"
"It's obvious that the host has gone on such a grand trip that no one has come to find him even after he's been missing for so long. It's obvious that he doesn't have any magic weapon."
"..." You're a little funny, system. Fan Zhiyi was about to curse, "Then why did you let me waste my time learning this crappy spell?"
"One hundred thousand, the host must learn them all. Now that he has learned one, isn't that good?"
Fan Zhiyi slapped his forehead. Learning never ends. He is such a studious kid. No, is this system sick?
The people outside were much more anxious than Fan Zhiyi, some were so impatient that they started cursing: "Damn it, I'm so unlucky to be assigned to carry such a disgraced loser. If it weren't for the generous amount of spirit stones..." He directly lifted the curtain of Fan Zhiyi's sedan chair, "Can you even get in touch with him?"
"Almost there, almost there," Fan Zhiyi smiled. He couldn't deny it completely, because if the sedan chair bearers had left him there, it would have been even more dangerous for him to be alone. And having someone by his side gave Fan Zhiyi some comfort, even if they were strangers and even if they spoke harshly to him.
Upon hearing this response, the sedan bearer swung the sedan chair, causing it to lurch. Fan Zhiyi's head was struck again, and he hissed in pain. He blinked, his eyelashes stained with tears. After two consecutive blows, Fan Zhiyi felt a bump on his forehead, and even the slightest touch hurt.
"Why are you still carrying the sedan chair? You're going to die. Let's go!" The sedan bearer urged. The other three bearers looked at each other. There was no way three of them could carry the sedan chair.
Fan Zhiyi didn't know what to do at this point, but according to the general routine in horror movies, there was a high probability of death if he separated at this time. Fan Zhiyi asked Bai Bai in his mind: "Will it be dangerous if I leave the sedan chair now?"
"It's better not to." Bai Bai replied, "The system can provide the host with an escape plan, but whether or not they can escape is up to the host."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." He is a sports idiot, forget it, "Then will Mr. Fan who is traveling with me come back to see me?"
"I don't know. Please understand, host, the system only helps you complete your mission. It's not a know-it-all, nor is it a prophet who can predict the future. This world automatically fills in many settings, and the system knows nothing about anything that the author hasn't mentioned in the novels they published."
Okay, useless system.
Fan Zhiyi tried to appease the people outside: "How about we stay here together for a while and see if Master Fan comes looking for us?"
The sedan bearer cursed a few more times and insisted on leaving. The other bearers thought about it and when they saw that the sedan bearer was about to go away, they apologized to Fan Zhiyi and followed him away.
Fan Zhiyi sighed and hesitated for a while. He even reached out to grab the curtain of the sedan chair, but when he thought of Bai Bai's words, he pursed his lips and put his hand down.
Not long after, Fan Zhiyi heard screams one after another, echoing over and over again in the deep mountains, which was very creepy.
Fan Zhiyi's back was so stiff from the beating that he almost stopped breathing. He had never heard such a terrible scream before, like someone was screaming at the top of their lungs.
Fan Zhiyi was so frightened that he was stunned for a second or two, and then he reacted and almost rushed out to check the situation.
Bai Bai calmly reminded him, "Host, have you forgotten so quickly? The characters here are all fake, and they abandoned the host before. So the host doesn't need to sympathize with them or worry about them. Just take care of yourself."
Fan Zhiyi clenched his grip on the sedan's frame, gritting his teeth. As he struggled, the system continued, "Host, it's not time to leave the sedan yet."
"I know." Fan Zhiyi replied. He knew there must be some danger outside. He knew it would be very risky for him to go out. He also knew Bai Bai was definitely doing this for his own good. However, since he was asked to bring warmth to the hero and remain cold and cruel at the same time, Fan Zhiyi believed that he did not have such ability or acting skills.
He lifted the curtain and ran out quickly, chasing in the direction the four people had just gone. There was no one along the way. A cold wind blew, like an icy hand groping forward from his back, and then strangled Fan Zhiyi's neck.
Fan Zhiyi rubbed his arms together, bent over and carefully checked the surrounding situation. He was in a state of panic and saw enemies everywhere.
But now everything was quiet. It was clearly deep in the mountains and a summer night, but no sound of any animals could be heard here. It seemed that Fan Zhiyi was the only living creature, and the scream just now seemed like an illusion caused by his fear.
The temperature was too low, and they were trapped in a maze... Fan Zhiyi guessed that the sedan chair bearers had most likely met with misfortune.
Fan Zhiyi felt uncomfortable. Besides fear, he also blamed himself for his hesitation and helplessness in this situation.
He just hesitated for a few seconds. If he hadn't... he probably still wouldn't be able to save anyone. Don't think about it anymore. Is he some kind of "saint"?
Fan Zhiyi took a deep breath and exhaled, allowing himself to focus on his own safety. He kept his nerves tense and didn't dare to relax even a little.
Just as he was about to return to the sedan chair, he heard a vague voice saying, "Save me, save me."
It's an illusion, no, someone is calling for help, and someone is still alive!
Although he felt uneasy and weird, Fan Zhiyi still planned to go and take a look. If he could save the person, he would have an extra helper. In fact, the most fundamental reason was that Fan Zhiyi couldn't just stand by and watch someone die, as he would feel guilty about that.
So this is why people with conscience suffer first.
Fan Zhiyi sighed, and just as he took a step, his feet suddenly gave way for no apparent reason, and he fell to the ground. It was as if his body was out of his control. Fan Zhiyi could hardly feel his limbs or his existence. He could only suddenly open his eyes, filled with fear, and scream hysterically in his mind: "Bai Bai, Bai Bai, what's wrong with me?"
"Host, don't panic. This is a normal reaction. The host's soul is damaged. If you want to fully control this body, you need to work hard to adjust it."
"Damn it, why didn't you tell me such an important thing earlier? I thought I was going to die just now."
Bai Bai sneered, "The host is so willing to sacrifice himself for others, is he afraid of sacrifice?"
"Afraid," Fan Zhiyi answered openly. "All my reactions just now were based on the normal reactions of an ordinary person with a conscience. But you, my friend, are just a system made up of a bunch of code. You can't understand or empathize with them."
Bai Bai: "...Is it possible that the code that makes up me isn't what humans normally perceive as code?"
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