Fan Zhiyi used a dagger to draw an array formation on the ground while muttering incantations. When he couldn't remember anything, he could immediately take a look at the "One Hundred Thousand Small Spells for Cultivating Immortality" provided by Bai Bai, which was quite convenient.
However, those ghosts would not wait for Fan Zhiyi. When Baibai said "coming", Fan Zhiyi was still short of the final strokes. He tried his best to make his mind free from other things and focus all his attention on drawing the formation. He suppressed his nervousness and held his breath unconsciously.
The cold rain hit his body. When the last stroke was made, the entire magic circle emitted golden light from the starting point, and then formed a barrier. Fan Zhiyi shrank inward and retracted his foot, and the ghost that pounced on him just hit the barrier.
It was just a little bit off. If Fan Zhiyi panicked or was a little slower, he would be torn to pieces by the evil spirit.
The bloody ghost faces stared at Fan Zhiyi through the thin layer of barrier. More and more of them appeared, almost covering every part of the barrier. Minamu could appreciate all kinds of terrifying ghost faces from a 360-degree angle.
Fan Zhiyi was terrified, his heartbeat still pounding, but he breathed a sigh of relief. That moment of relief was followed by a wave of exhaustion.
The dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. He lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground. He couldn't turn his head and was forced to face the ghosts face to face.
His body was unable to move just like last time, but fortunately this time it was not as sudden as the first time the symptom appeared, which at least gave Fan Zhiyi some time to react.
Through the gaps between these ghost faces, Fan Zhiyi saw the dark sky in the distance. Everything on earth was enveloped in it. The darkness seemed to never fade away, and there was no sign of dawn.
"What time is it, Baibai?" Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes, ignoring the image reflected in his mind.
"Just after six o'clock, host." Bai Bai replied.
"It's summer, right?"
"Um."
It doesn't look like the sky is going to get light.
Bai Bai reminded: "Host, your barrier will not last long, and we don't know if Xiaoman will be a friend or foe when he wakes up. Host, you should learn to think more about yourself."
"Okay." Fan Zhiyi responded casually. In this situation, even if he wanted to abandon Xiaoman and run away, it would be impossible.
Bai Bai knew that he didn't listen, so she stopped talking and gave Fan Zhiyi time to rest.
Rain rolled down from the top of the barrier, evil spirits gnawed at the barrier, and Fan Zhiyi enjoyed this rare and strange tranquility since his escape.
He knew that it was safest for him to stay hidden, so he not only looked up the method of exorcism, but also the method of casting barriers.
Thinking of this, Fan Zhiyi raised the corner of his mouth. Didn’t he know what kind of person he was? He was really a clever little guy.
Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi heard someone outside shouting in a low voice, "Brother, brother, can you play hide-and-seek with us?"
No, no, can’t you see that I’m blind? Why am I still playing hide-and-seek?
"Can you help me find my eyes? They are missing."
Fan Zhiyi frowned, too lazy to complain. Damn, how could these ghosts be so clueless? He's half-blind now, so don't ask him for jobs that require his eyesight. And, by the way, don't ask him for anything else either.
After lying down for a while, Fan Zhiyi regained some consciousness. He didn't dare to lie down anymore, so he sat up immediately without caring whether he was cold or not. He took off two coats, crawled to Xiaoman, tied his hands with one coat, and tied his legs with the other coat.
After doing all this, Fan Zhiyi was already exhausted and out of breath.
He looked at the empty blood groove on the dagger. Although he didn't want to do this, he had no choice. Fan Zhiyi made up his mind and scratched the blood-stained wound on his palm again. The pain made him immediately hunch over like a shrimp, but he still held the dagger tightly, not wanting to waste a single drop of blood.
Fan Zhiyi almost crawled and knelt to the edge of the barrier. Facing those terrifying ghost faces, he could only choose to avoid looking at them, and then diligently began to draw another barrier array on the ground.
He chose to hide until someone found them or Xiaoman woke up. He had no choice but to hide. If one barrier was not enough, he would make another one. Anyway, the system said that the ghosts released today were not particularly powerful.
However, Fan Zhiyi was more worried about another issue, which was whether he would die from excessive blood loss.
Alas, life is not easy, and those ghosts just keep making all kinds of noises to scare him.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't stand it any longer: "Big Brothers and Big Sisters, I really can't see. Go scare others. It's really unfulfilling to be here with me, right? But it's different for others. Their eyesight is fine. You can do whatever you can to scare them and make them scream. Scare as many as you can."
Fan Zhiyi tried his best to persuade them, all for the sake of the ghosts' performance. But unfortunately, they couldn't understand human language, and Fan Zhiyi didn't know what charm he had that made them want to cling to him.
Not long after, Fan Zhiyi heard someone calling him from outside again. He ignored them, but the next moment they called out his name in this world: "Yi Zhifan."
"Yi Zhifan."
"Yi Zhifan."
The voice sounded familiar, like that of the consumptive Mr. Fan. Fan Zhiyi glanced over and saw a figure standing vaguely not far away. He heard the figure continue to say, "Come out and follow me."
Go with him? Why?
There are ghosts everywhere outside, so he doesn't want to go out. Fan Zhiyi thought so, but he felt a little dizzy and could not see clearly what was in front of him.
"Host, host! Don't look into his eyes, host!"
Fan Zhiyi pressed the wound on the palm of his hand, and the pain sobered him up for a moment. When he came to his senses, the figure who looked like Master Fan was gone. Instead, the young man from the Gao family who had helped him was squatting in front of the barrier.
Fan Zhiyi didn't know what was going on. He stared at the other person blankly. The other person glanced at the formation, then looked at the second circle on the ground that was not yet completed and the disheveled and bloodstained Fan Zhiyi. He looked at the other person with pity in his eyes: "Yi Zhifan, it's safe now. I have driven away those wandering souls. Come back with me first."
"..." Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to confirm whether this was true or not. He asked, "How are you going to prove that you're not a ghost?"
"I..." The young man scratched the back of his head in distress, then said sincerely, "I don't know how to prove it, but I absolutely will not hurt you. I saw your room on fire, so I came here to look for you."
Fan Zhiyi frowned, obviously not trusting him easily: "Why are you looking for me?"
"This... you may not believe it, but your name is very similar to a friend of mine. He also suffered a lot from ghosts like you. He was even worse off than you. He couldn't practice any magic at all."
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