On the roof, a barrier surrounded the entire house, making it an isolated area from the outside world. Everyone's every move was under observation, like puppets hanging on strings on the stage.
The man in the brocade purple robe spread out his folding fan to cover half of his face, revealing a playful expression: "The newcomer the master brought is quite interesting."
"Indeed." The man wearing the ghost mask did not sound sad or happy in his voice, he just looked at everything in Xue's house.
The purple-robed man quickly put away his fan and tapped his nose. He felt uncomfortable standing in the air like this, but this was a mission assigned by his master, and he had to carry it out personally. "Why didn't your master kill him? You almost did it."
"I've given him your newly concocted Gu. Didn't you want to test its effects but couldn't find a suitable practitioner? Now I have one. If he tells anyone about me, he'll suffer excruciating pain." At this point, he thought of something amusing and smiled. "And it's not just me who wants to kill him. He's also cursed by someone else, so he doesn't have much time left anyway. There's no need to dirty your hands."
"My Lord is wise. But... is it really okay for you to do this? After all, these are young men and women carefully trained by prominent families. Now you are letting them into the Xue residence to be tortured and killed by ghosts, letting them kill each other?"
Despite his words, the purple-robed man showed no sympathy or pity. His narrow eyes gleamed with eagerness. He had always been a man who yearned for chaos and enjoyed watching the action. Now free from any constraints, he no longer needed to hide his ruthlessness. Furthermore, he was now the deputy leader of the Fusha sect, known as the Ghost Cult. Didn't the world consider them cruel and demonic? How could he live up to their reputation without being more brutal?
"Don't they love to imitate him? If they want to be like him, how can they avoid going through the same hardships he went through?"
"Your Majesty is right. However, the Tianyun Sect is now at the end of its strength, yet it still dares to be so arrogant. The Fan Family is the same. They don't take the Master seriously at all. They even dared to research and use the name 'Yi Zhifan'."
Hearing this, the man took off the ghost mask, wrapped the straps around his fingertips, and let it blow in the wind.
It was a handsome face with sharp edges, a deep, unfathomable gaze, and a faint smile at the corners of his lips, as if mocking everything. His figure was upright, and the robe he wore was like a coronation robe. He seemed born to look down on everything and stand above it all.
"Yi Zhifan." Bing Nandong twisted the thin string of the ghost mask, then waved his hand, and a list appeared in front of him. These were the names of the young men and women from various sects who were coming to Tianyunmen to discuss marriage in recent days. Among them, the name "Yi Zhifan" was after "Fan Zhiyi", the young master of the Fan family.
Bing Nandong scoffed, "The investigation was quite clear, but they even thought of changing a word."
Lin Taiyin bowed slightly and smiled at Bing Nandong. "After all, the Master is now the number one figure in the world of immortal cultivation, the head of the Tianyun Sect. The Ghost Sect's chaos has reached a point of no return for them. Furthermore, the Master created the Fusha Sect out of thin air, summoning all the ghosts to wreak havoc on the world of immortal cultivation and create new Ghost Sects. Therefore, seeking a reliable protector is a top priority. Naturally, the Tianyun Sect wants to control the Master, and the other sects naturally want to curry favor with you."
"..." Bing Nandong looked at the ghost mask, his expression suddenly softening for a moment. "The body is not in the world, and there is no time to see it. It's been ten years, he should be back, right?"
"Almost there." Lin Taiyin's voice changed to a female one, and his expression became much more serious. He put down his folding fan and stood up, looking at Bing Nandong. "I have carried out a deduction at all costs according to the master's instructions. Fan Zhiyi's soul was not completely eroded by the sealing of the Ghost Gate. However, the rest was interfered with by the heavens, and I am incompetent."
Bing Nandong put away the list, his eyes dark. "He has the Heavenly Dao following him, but this isn't a big problem. As long as his spirit is still there, as long as he's still alive, I'll find him even if I reincarnate a million times. What's more, that person is in my hands, so he'll definitely come looking for him." After saying this, the curve of Bing Nandong's mouth widened a little. "Everyone's here, let the game begin."
Lin Taiyin's voice changed back to a male one, and he smiled, "Yes, my Lord."
***
When Fan Zhiyi lay down on the bed, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of comfort. He changed out of his tattered and dirty clothes and washed his hair. However, he didn't have a hair dryer, and his hair was too long and damp, making him feel a little uncomfortable. Fan Zhiyi was not yet used to the feeling of having long hair, and it was difficult to manage.
"Mr. Yi, is there anything else that you are not used to?" Xiaoman asked in a low voice while placing the quilt that had been shaken up next to the bed.
This quilt was obviously not new. It still had a strong smell of dampness and mold from not seeing the light for a long time. Xiaoman said angrily, "Master, this quilt has to be like this. All the clean and thick clothes we brought have been used for Master Fan. If you really don't like this quilt, then..."
"It's okay." Fan Zhiyi turned over and faced upwards. "When you're out in the field, especially in such a dangerous place, there's nothing to be particular about." It was indeed true. The most important thing now was to save his life.
This was a big deal. Fan Zhiyi saw a knotted rope hanging from the beam. Intuitively, he felt that it was used by people to hang themselves. "Hey, Baibai, has anyone hanged themselves in this room before?"
"I don't know." Bai Bai was telling the truth. After all, not long after he followed Fan Zhiyi to Xue's house, he was interrupted and forced to log off. He had no idea what happened in the haunted house afterwards. "But since it's called a haunted house, it's not surprising that there are many rooms where people have died."
Well, well, he lives in a haunted house and a room where who knows how many people have died. The buffs are piled up, he must be doomed.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't sleep anymore, so he sat up all of a sudden, with goose bumps all over his body. Maybe someone had died in the bed he was sleeping on. Fan Zhiyi felt around and fortunately didn't see any blood, but that didn't give him much comfort.
Xiaoman thought he was looking for something: "Mr. Yi, what are you looking for? I'll help you."
"It's okay, it's okay." Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief. He was destined to have a restless sleep tonight. After all, he was afraid that he would be eaten by ghosts without knowing it. "Where are you sleeping tonight?"
"I will be guarding the young master's bedside. If you need anything, please call me. If you are not used to having someone by your bedside, I will go outside. But this house is strange to begin with, so it will be much safer if we are all together. Since the young master has difficulty with his eyesight, it would be better if there is someone to look after him."
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