Fan Zhiyi's hands were shaking with fear and uncertainty. He was breathing heavily. The rain had already turned him into a drowned chicken. Fan Zhiyi forced his eyes open, not even daring to blink.
Xiaoman stopped, a look of pain on her face. Fan Zhiyi knew it was working, but his magic power was too low, so he could only ask the system for help: "Baibai, what should we do now?"
"Host, you can run by yourself. Your escape skills are pretty good." Bai Bai replied.
Fan Zhiyi didn't have time to think about it, because he saw countless dead hands clinging to the wall of the dry well behind him, scrambling to get out. Fan Zhiyi's scalp tingled. He didn't like seeing countless "Sadako" rushing towards him at all.
At this moment, Fan Zhiyi's magic failed, and the evil ghost regained control of Xiaoman's body. It grabbed Fan Zhiyi's hair with a ferocious look and dragged him towards the dry well: "Brother, why are you so disobedient? I am doing this to protect you, brother! "
Fan Zhiyi used the exorcism technique several times, but the effect was getting worse each time. Fan Zhiyi's physical disadvantages were also revealed, and he felt like all the strength in his body was being drained.
Seeing that he was really about to reach the well, Fan Zhiyi's desire to survive allowed him to make a final effort to break free from the restraints. The pain on his scalp made him particularly sober, and Fan Zhiyi took a few steps back and started running.
The evil ghost raised the dagger in his hand and ran after him: "You are not my brother, you are a ghost. You killed my brother and you want to kill me. I won't let you succeed, I won't let you succeed!"
Dude, who is the ghost after all? You are yelling to catch a ghost, right? Can you please be a little more polite?
Fan Zhiyi didn't know how he had avoided the repeated confrontations. He could only keep moving and running back the same way to a place far away from the well, hoping to meet some acquaintances, but unfortunately, the opposite happened.
"Host, I don't know what to say to you." Bai Bai felt helpless.
Fan Zhiyi didn't have time to listen to it muttering: "Then shut up."
As he ran, Fan Zhiyi pondered over another exorcism technique he had just learned. He formed seals with his hands several times, almost crying. Finally, he saw a bit of spiritual power emerging from his fingertips. He braked and shouted in vain, "Host, move to the right!"
The body reacted before the brain. Fan Zhiyi turned his head slightly to the side, and the dagger brushed past his cheek. Fan Zhiyi, still in shock, cast a curse directly on the opponent, knocking him away.
The price of this move was also terrible. Fan Zhiyi himself was not much better off. The recoil made him stagger back a few steps. The bloody smell in his throat made him choke several times, and the blood on his face was visibly drained.
Fan Zhiyi knelt on the ground, hunched over. He really had no strength left. He stared at Xiaoman, guarding against him cheating again, but fortunately, Xiaoman finally fainted.
"Host, even though you don't like to hear it, I, as your system, still have to remind you that this is a fictional world. These people are not real people, and you don't need to help them. You just need to make sure you survive and get in front of the hero so that he can trust you wholeheartedly and listen to you." Bai Bai changed back to a calm and professional tone, and the mechanical sound echoed in his mind.
Fan Zhiyi's chest was heaving due to the intense exercise just now. The lightning stopped, but the thunder was still roaring, and there was no light in the yard.
Fan Zhiyi knew all that Bai Bai said. If he had been possessed before, Fan Zhiyi could still travel with Xiaoman. But now, Xiaoman was in a coma, and he was exhausted and didn't know when he would get sick. The two of them were a burden and there was no future for them. He had to give up when he should, not to mention that they had only known each other for less than a day.
There is no time to think or hesitate.
Fan Zhiyi stood up and said, "Baibai, where in the house is safer now?"
"According to the data, everyone has been attacked by ghosts, but the number of ghosts here is obviously greater."
It turns out that people can actually laugh when they are speechless. Fan Zhiyi curled his lips helplessly. This male protagonist really has a fondness for him.
"So, where can I hide now?" He had to leave quickly. There were ghosts everywhere, and the shapes of the things in the well could be seen. If they all came out to attack, he would definitely be finished.
"There's nowhere to hide. The system suggests that the host reunite with the others first. Here's the route for you."
As soon as Bai Bai finished speaking, a line was marked in Fan Zhiyi's mind.
Fan Zhiyi himself also thought the same about Bai Bai's suggestion, but now it was a question whether he could hold on until he could meet other people.
Forget it, let's take it one step at a time. There's no better way than this.
Don't meddle in other people's business, don't be emotional, and don't be too soft-hearted.
Fan Zhiyi silently recited the survival mantra, turned around and took a step. The rain hit his face. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes.
Damn it, it really is!
Perhaps he was not suitable for this kind of mission. It was just that Baibai had poor vision and chose him.
It was raining heavily and the fog outside the house filled in. Fan Zhiyi sighed and chose to collapse on the ground. He really couldn't do it anymore. Even if the king came, he couldn't do it anymore.
He had just wanted to drag Xiaoman with him to escape, but unfortunately he really overestimated himself and underestimated Xiaoman's weight. Why does this child look so thin, but his body is so strong?
Fan Zhiyi gave up after taking a few steps. It was estimated that they could not go far, so they met at the Yellow Springs Road together.
After confirming with Baibai how many aggressive ghosts were about to arrive at the scene, Fan Zhiyi picked up Xiaoman's dagger.
Time waits for no one. He wiped the blood on the dagger on his clothes, then turned his head and cut his palm hard according to Bai Bai's instructions, and blood oozed out.
Bai Bai explained that these daggers were special. They had a blood tank that could store blood, and the daggers' power was stimulated by the blood of the cultivators stored there. In other words, the higher your cultivation level, the higher the spiritual power in your blood, and the greater the power of the daggers.
I guess Xiaoman knew that this battle would be difficult, so he chose to use this weapon to damage himself to increase his attack power. As the saying goes, if you hurt the enemy a thousand times, you will hurt yourself eight hundred times.
The blood on Fan Zhiyi's palm, who didn't pay much attention, dripped onto the ground along his palm lines. Fan Zhiyi was surprised to find that the blood was absorbed directly as soon as it touched the ground.
Fan Zhiyi: "...What's going on?"
"Oh, I remember now. This house is alive and can eat blood, so the host has to chant the spell while drawing it, and the speed must be fast, otherwise the power of the blood stored in the dagger will not be stimulated and will be absorbed by the house."
Fan Zhiyi was speechless: "Could you have told me this earlier?" He wiped his hands on his clothes. It hurt so much, but he just couldn't let this damn haunted house get away with it.
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