It was the head of a middle-aged man. Fan Zhiyi had seen it before; it was the sedan bearer who had lifted the curtain and questioned him. His head lay alone in the weeds in the middle of the road, his eyes wide open. The neck was unevenly broken, as if someone had pulled his hair and torn his head and body apart.
Fan Zhiyi was frightened by his own guess and shuddered. He turned his head away and walked carefully past the man's head. Unexpectedly, the head's eyes moved, and then it opened its mouth and began to scream: "Save me, save me!"
This sound was exactly the same as the cry for help Fan Zhiyi had heard at the beginning. Fan Zhiyi was terrified, but the head did not give Fan Zhiyi time to think. It rolled over on its own, with a malicious smile in its eyes and a wide-open mouth, and rolled towards Fan Zhiyi like the wind: "Help, help, why don't you save me?"
Fan Zhiyi immediately started running without saying a word, "Help! He is the one who needs help the most!"
While running, Fan Zhiyi did not forget to follow the route in his mind. He asked Bai Bai: "System, system, good system, help! What should I do?"
"Host, please don't forget that although your cultivation talent isn't high right now, you're still a cultivator after all. Please follow the instructions and practice the Burning Ghost Technique from 'One Hundred Thousand Small Immortal Cultivation Spells'."
After Baibai finished speaking, Fan Zhiyi's vision was split into two screens. On one side was the route plan for the destination, and on the other side was the spell diagram.
High technology, it’s indeed high technology!
Damn, why is this spell so much more difficult than that telepathy spell?
Perhaps it was the desire for life that stimulated potential. Fan Zhiyi practiced several times while running, following the diagram and reciting the spell several times. He stopped, turned around, muttered the spell, and built up momentum with his hands. His eyes were fixed on the ghost head. As the last word ended, the ghost head was about to touch Fan Zhiyi's feet. Fan Zhiyi jumped back a few steps like a fly, watching the ghost head burn for no reason. He actually succeeded in performing the ghost burning technique!
But the flame was too small and was soon extinguished by the cold mountain wind.
"Oh my god, Baibai, you are unreliable!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Fan Zhiyi continued to run.
"The host is too weak." Bai Bai seemed speechless, "I thought he was weak, but I didn't expect him to be so weak."
Wow, look at what this system says, how artistic it is.
If Fan Zhiyi were to describe it, it would be easy to talk without any pain. If he died, the system would at most be criticized by the leader for improper management of the host and then a new host would be replaced, but what he was about to lose was his precious life and the only unused money in his bank card.
Depend on!
The head kept chasing, and when he reached the top of the mountain, Fan Zhiyi saw another person. Before he could shout for help, the sound was stuck in his throat, and he even forced himself to slow down his running movements until he stopped completely.
Fan Zhiyi covered his mouth with his hand to avoid accidentally making any noise and disturbing the other person.
Under the waning moon, the figure's dark crimson robe swelled and deflated, rustling in the fierce wind from the mountaintop. The hem of the robe was depicted with vibrant, brightly colored silk thread, each demonic being rendered with a few simple strokes. Though devoid of features, their terrifying presence was palpable, a testament to the masterful craftsmanship of the embroidery. As the hem rose and fell, the tiny, densely packed demons, tormented by the Eight Hot Hells, seemed to come alive, their cries and struggles in agony, a vivid, lifelike expression.
The man's untied hair fluttered in the wind, and the messiness was undoubtedly beautiful. This might be related to the deathly aura emanating from his body, which made Fan Zhiyi think of a withered and decayed rose.
His face was covered with a hideous ghost mask, revealing only a pair of unclear eyes. He stood there, as if unaware of Fan Zhiyi and the others' arrival, or perhaps simply unconcerned with the outside world.
He was the only bright color in the night, and his blood-red color drowned out everything.
There were three corpses lying in a scramble at his feet. They all died in a miserable state, with their eyes wide open. Their limbs were either broken and twisted, or had disappeared, leaving only the body parts.
But in comparison, Fan Zhiyi felt that the most miserable person should be the guy who was willing to chase him even if he only had one head left.
As he was thinking, Fan Zhiyi glanced at the head. In those few seconds he paused, the head should have caught up with him, finally got what it wanted and bit him, maybe even killed him. But it didn't. The head abruptly stopped five steps away from Fan Zhiyi, not moving forward, as if it were just another head of a tragically dead person.
All this is because of the man on the cliff at the top of the mountain, this is... the male protagonist.
Fan Zhiyi made a judgment in his heart. He did not say this out of assumption. When Fan Zhiyi felt that he had some impression of this outfit, Bai Bai had already read the description of the hero wearing this outfit in the novel in an electronic voice. By the way, he also kindly told Fan Zhiyi that when the hero appeared as the Ghost King, he would not show his true face, but would wear a ghost mask.
Fan Zhiyi still remembers that, apart from the male protagonist, no one else in the whole book had this outfit. It was simply exclusive to the male protagonist, and it was almost like sticking the four big words "I am the male protagonist" on his forehead.
Shit, should I say it’s good luck or bad luck that he just happened to run into the male lead?
Although it was a long time since he read this novel, the novel was so bizarre that it left a shadow on Fan Zhiyi. In addition, the novel was very short, so Fan Zhiyi still remembered the general plot clearly.
The novel actually begins with the male protagonist enduring humiliation and agreeing to the sect's matchmaking arrangement for him. However, those matchmakers mysteriously die along the way, and the male protagonist investigates the cause of death on behalf of the sect.
Based on the known conditions, Fan Zhiyi speculated that when he first woke up, he was probably going to follow Mr. Fan to the sect where the male protagonist was, to discuss marriage, and Mr. Fan was one of the people who proposed marriage. Then, further inference, the male protagonist appeared here because those who proposed marriage, including Mr. Fan, were already dead, so no one came to rescue him after he entered the ghost wall for so long?
Oh, and by the way, everyone can guess who killed those marriage proposals in a no-prize contest. Congratulations, if you got it right, it was our beloved male protagonist!
Fan Zhiyi was in tears. When he thought he was still in the novice protection stage, the gears of the plot had already started turning and developed to the point where he could not take over. Damn it.
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