"It's much more serious than this. Furthermore, this house was once in trouble and was saved by a high monk. It lay dormant for several years until the male protagonist started using it again."
Fan Zhiyi was puzzled: "Why does the male protagonist want to use this house?"
"Ghost Gate. The host should remember that there is a setting of Ghost Gate in the novel."
"Yeah." Fan Zhiyi remembered that the Ghost Gate had always been blocked by a powerful barrier, but as the story progressed, the barrier was damaged beyond recognition.
The male protagonist is the master of the Ghost Gate. He switches between good and bad guys seamlessly and plays everyone in the palm of his hand. At the same time, he releases all the ghosts in the Ghost Gate to subvert the entire world of cultivation. He admires the collapsed expressions of those cultivators who have hope and then fall into despair, but in fact his real purpose is to kill himself.
Because in the later part of the novel, the male protagonist, after making the world of immortal cultivation a mess, took revenge on everyone, dragging everyone into the painful quagmire of hell to struggle. He felt bored and could not find a reason to continue living.
The novel concludes with the protagonist entering a ghostly gate as the world of immortal cultivation crumbles and collapses. His body, ravaged by the backlash of the forced opening of the final barrier and all the negative energy and resentment, suffers, and his healing ability cannot keep up with the pace of destruction. He plunges his old sword into his heart, quietly watching the world shatter, savoring his own death.
When I saw the ending, Fan Zhiyi pounded his chest and banged his head. Thinking about it now gives me goosebumps and stomach aches. He was the hero who held the fate of all living things in his hands, yet he ended up living such a horrible life. But the most insane person is probably the author, the one who sits at the screen and types, deciding the fate of each character.
Alas. Fan Zhiyi sighed. He was also a character in the book. He still had the mood to lament the miserable lives of others. He was the worst off. The author inflicted pain on the hero, and the hero inflicted pain on himself. He was the lowest of the low. What a sinful day.
Back to the topic, Fan Zhiyi couldn't remember if this haunted house was described in the book, so it shouldn't be important. However, the male protagonist's thoughts were difficult to guess, so Fan Zhiyi didn't intend to guess. He was not suitable for mental work, so he just completed his task.
"It's all in vain..." At this time, Fan Zhiyi had already walked to the gate of Xue's house. As soon as he entered, the rain seemed to block his retreat. It was like a vertical curtain of beads, like thick silver needles connected into strips, and large drops of rain splashed on the ground. After a while, a small pool of water was formed.
The wind and rain came violently, and all I could hear was the sound of branches rubbing against each other and shaking violently. The wind was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, and the rain hurt when it hit my body.
Fan Zhiyi climbed the wall and moved inside. The wind made it difficult for him to walk.
As soon as he entered the haunted house, the door behind him slammed shut with a loud bang, making a loud noise that scared the already sensitive and fragile Fan Zhiyi so much that he jumped three feet high.
Now he is really trapped in a jar, poor guy, becoming the male protagonist's plaything.
Fan Zhiyi was extremely sad. He was cold, hungry and in pain. What a suffering he was going through.
"What did the host want to say just now?" asked Baibai, who had not heard the rest of the text.
Fan Zhiyi suddenly came to his senses and remembered that he hadn't finished what he was saying. He tended to talk a lot when he was alone and scared. Now that there was no one around, he could only chat with Bai Bai: "Why did you say that my soul was damaged before?"
Baibai didn't expect this to be the question, so he chose to play dead.
"We agreed to help each other. Come on, we are one now. Helping me is helping you. I have to understand my own situation first so that I can make appropriate judgments and plan solutions when encountering danger." Look at what he said, how professional he was.
"There are many reasons. The host can be understood to have a weak constitution and has suffered some damage during the journey. However, it won't be a big problem in daily life."
Fan Zhiyi felt that he was just being perfunctory. It was almost the same as not saying anything. It would be better to just conclude that he was just unlucky. It was innate and there was nothing he could do about it.
But this wasn't what Fan Zhiyi was most concerned about. What he was most worried about was, "Can my damaged soul be saved? Can I recover through cultivation?"
"No, so the host must pay extra attention to his body. If he feels unwell, he must report it to me immediately and stay away from dangerous situations."
"Ah." Fan Zhiyi knew that he was not only a weakling, but also a little fragile. Sigh, why did someone like him enter such a world?
"Who are you?"
A wary voice sounded, and Fan Zhiyi looked up. What appeared in his mind was a group of people standing at the other end of the corridor, quite far away from him.
The person questioning him should be the young man in the front, arms folded, with a reserved expression, freckles all over his face, and a simple high ponytail. Next to him stood an expressionless man with a scar across his eyebrow. He appeared exceptionally capable and silent, standing by the young man's side like a shadow.
"I..." Before Fan Zhiyi could finish his words, someone answered for him, "I am from the Fan family. Ahem, Zhifan, come here." The weak and gentle voice attracted everyone's attention towards the end of the corridor, where a thin young man was standing, supported by servants.
Even though it was a gloomy haunted house, it was still summer after all, but he had a heavy fur cloak draped over his shoulders, which seemed to almost crush him.
Because they were too far away, Fan Zhiyi couldn't see his face clearly, but he just felt that there was something weird about this person.
So Fan Zhiyi didn't move at first, but asked Bai Bai: "Is this person Mr. Fan?"
"It should be."
Could you please give me a definite answer? Aren't you a system person?
Forget it, forget it. Bai Bai also said that the system is not omnipotent, and this novel is special. Now that it has come to this, I can only take it one step at a time.
Fan Zhiyi thought so and noticed that the freckled young man and the man in the front looked at him with a little more inquiry in their eyes. Then the man started to walk towards him, and Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but take a step back.
The man noticed and realized that he might have scared Fan Zhiyi, so he slowed down his movements and walked up to Fan Zhiyi: "How did you get yourself into this state? Just now, you seemed to have difficulty even walking. I helped you... Can't you see with your eyes?"
Fan Zhiyi nodded, and then a robe was put on him. The other party explained while dragging his arm and leading him forward with great patience: "You are all wet. If you catch a cold, it will be troublesome."
The other person's tone was very different from his appearance. I didn't expect him to be such a careful and kind person.
Fan Zhiyi was stunned. Did his original body know this person before? This was a bit too friendly for him. "Thank you."
When passing by the freckled young man, the young man suddenly asked, "Zhifan, what's your full name?"
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