But the next second, all the sounds disappeared, and everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion. If it weren't for Bai Bai's dog system, Fan Zhiyi would really feel like he was still dreaming.
"Look at what's written on your note?" Fan Zhiyi said suddenly.
Xiaoman didn't avoid Fan Zhiyi's gaze, whether intentionally or not. Perhaps she felt that since Fan Zhiyi couldn't see, there was no need to do anything unnecessary. Or perhaps she was deliberately testing Fan Zhiyi. In any case, Fan Zhiyi saw the note that read, "Hush, night is not a good time for idle chatter. Keep quiet."
Xiaoman read it to Fan Zhiyi, then looked at Fan Zhiyi: "Master, what is this note, and what does it mean?" As soon as Xiaoman finished speaking, the note, like Fan Zhiyi's, turned into points of light and scattered into Xiaoman's body.
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
This is a rule, right? A rule-based weird story? Damn it, he gave in. Is the author trying to keep up with the times and do something a little different? Just being chased by ghosts isn't enough anymore, is it?
As for the male protagonist, I'm too lazy to say anything. Why does he have to do all this fancy stuff? He's going to kill them in the end anyway, so why bother with all this nonsense? It's not like he'll let them go if they just do what the note says. Besides, he and Xiaoman had already talked a lot before he saw the note.
Poor me, I was being played around with by others.
Fan Zhiyi sighed, "They are some taboos. I have one too. It says that it's best for us to sleep at night so that we won't see ghosts. But Xiaoman, not seeing ghosts doesn't mean they won't hurt you. It's often easy to lose your life suddenly in your sleep."
At this point, Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but feel a palpitation in his heart. It seemed that the dreams he had might not be a coincidence. If he hadn't woken up, or if he couldn't confirm whether he had woken up or not, Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to imagine what would happen next.
So he lowered his voice and added: "The words on these notes are unclear, so it's best to be half-believing and half-doubting." Anyway, so many words have been said, so these few words are not a big deal. If you really count them, he and Xiaoman have violated the rules anyway.
Moreover, the male protagonist is unpredictable and moody. How can we know what his intention is in giving these notes? What if the notes are meaningless and are just for teasing them?
Fan Zhiyi asked Bai Bai, "How many ghosts are outside the door right now?" He wanted to know the likelihood that he and Xiaoman would be able to rush out and find help.
"Host, you should be asking how many ghosts are surrounding you?"
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
"The red ones are ghosts, and the blue ones are people." Bai Bai explained. Dots appeared one by one in Fan Zhiyi's mind, and two blue dots were trapped in a circle of red dots, looking weak, pitiful and helpless.
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Silence is Cambridge tonight. "How can there be so many? Weren't there only two or three who made the noise just now?"
"Some ghosts are too weak to transform, while others are restricted and unable to move." Bai Bai pulled up the data for Fan Zhiyi, zoomed in on a seemingly empty area, and used electromagnetic induction to scan it, revealing a floating, blurry figure. "This house is special; it breeds ghosts and weak people."
"Taking yang to replenish yin?" Fan Zhiyi asked.
"...You could say that." Bai Bai zoomed in again, until Fan Zhiyi could clearly see the face. Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but close his eyes subconsciously, then realized that this was an image in his mind. Closing his eyes didn't help, so he hurriedly said, "Turn it off, I don't want to see it."
Bai Bai was really worried that Fan Zhiyi would scare him crazy. After all, this host was different. His courage was a mystery. Sometimes he could do earth-shattering things with the most cowardly actions. It was really hard to understand. "In short, there are ghosts everywhere in this house. The ones that appeared before the host now are just the tip of the iceberg. And to put it simply, the fighting power of the ghosts released now is not very high."
Fan Zhiyi frowned and sighed. The days ahead would be difficult. He had to seek help to survive. The only available options were Mr. Fan's team and the young man who had given him a coat. Fan Zhiyi was still wearing the coat as a jacket. This damn weather was really cold.
However, Master Fan obviously didn't care much about him, and might even use him as a shield when necessary. And he had only met that young man once, and logically speaking, it was impossible for him to agree to protect such a loser as him. And Xiaoman... was sent by Master Fan, and his fighting ability was unknown.
How long have I slept? How long will it take for the sun to rise? Although I can't leave here, light always makes me feel a little more at ease. This is the human instinct to move towards light.
"Sir, what do you want to do next?" Xiaoman asked.
Fan Zhiyi looked at him with lifeless eyes, expressionless, and did not respond. He felt that Xiaoman already had the answer and was waiting for him to continue.
Sure enough, seeing Fan Zhiyi like this, Xiaoman continued, "Don't worry, sir. I will definitely escort you safely to Master Fan."
Fan Zhiyi lowered his eyes. This place was not far from the residence of Mr. Fan. As long as there were no major accidents, it would not be a difficult task.
Just as Fan Zhiyi finished thinking this, the next moment, all the windows in the room suddenly began to make loud "bang bang bang" noises, as if something was loudly announcing that it was about to break in through the window.
Fan Zhiyi felt that they had the ability to get in. There were already enough ghosts in this room anyway. He did all these things purely to scare them and let the male protagonist enjoy watching them look so ugly and scared that they were pissing their pants. He was really perverted.
Suddenly, the sound paused for a moment, and then hundreds of black handprints appeared on the papered areas of the windows and doors. They were so densely packed that they could be seen clearly with the light from the room, giving a very oppressive feeling.
Fan Zhiyi felt his heartbeat quicken. If all these things rushed in all at once, could he really escape? Fan Zhiyi slowed down his breathing, his expression tense, and he clenched his hands.
"Is anyone there? No one?" Fan Zhiyi saw a clear black shadow outside the house, as if it was sticking to the window and door and swimming around.
The shadow moved to the door, and a figure lay on the door, as if eager to look inside.
There is no one here, no one here, get out of here quickly.
Although he thought so, Fan Zhiyi knew that the ghost must know that there was someone in the room, after all, the light was on.
Fan Zhiyi and Xiaoman stared at the door intently, but Bai Bai still said: "Host, this ghost is more difficult to deal with than the ones just now."
"I see."
His heartbeats echoed, and Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but cover his chest. He felt that it was because his heartbeats resounded throughout the house that attracted these ghosts.
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