Looking at the clothes, Fan Zhiyi felt that it was himself.
The fog dissipated little by little, and the lake surface gradually became clear.
Fan Zhiyi looked down at the lake, where his face was reflected.
Fan Zhiyi finally saw the appearance of his body clearly. It was pale and handsome, with a small mole on the lower left corner of his mouth. It was very small and light. Unfortunately, his whole body looked dead.
He looks exactly like the ghost next to him. Oh, and the corpse in the lake also looks like him.
This picture is so weird no matter how you look at it. If it was really Fan Zhiyi's own face in the real world, Fan Zhiyi would probably be scared to death. Unfortunately, this is not the case. This is also the first time he sees the appearance of the body he traveled through. It is still beautiful.
"Life is painful, isn't it?" the ghost bewitched him. "Those people abandoned us time and time again. We have lived in loneliness since childhood. But I will not give up on you. We will be together forever. Come with me."
What the hell? Fan Zhiyi smiled at it, then suddenly started running. He would be a fool if he listened to this nonsense again.
Well, he is indeed a fool.
Fan Zhiyi felt that he could no longer control his body. The ghost held his hand and breathed coldly into Fan Zhiyi's ear: "Your will is quite strong."
Thank you for the compliment. Fan Zhiyi thought, I'm not surprised at all that my life is over.
In fact, ever since he plunged into that pile of ghosts and woke up, Fan Zhiyi had a feeling of calm madness.
The male protagonist wants to kill him, but he doesn't want him to die so easily. Otherwise, with so many ghosts, how could he survive without the male protagonist's instructions? Well, he's done, and if the male protagonist still wants to continue to have fun with him, then save him.
Fan Zhiyi was led by the ghost towards "his own corpse", but in the next moment, a sword with golden light all around it pierced through the ghost's head and nailed it to the pillar of the pavilion in the middle of the lake. The ghost immediately let go of Fan Zhiyi as if it was burned, let out endless wails, and turned into gray smoke and disappeared.
Fan Zhiyi regained control of his body. He staggered and looked towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake. The sword had been pulled out. There seemed to be a sachet tied to the end of the sword, which swayed as the sword was inserted into the scabbard behind him.
The person who saved Fan Zhiyi looked up, stood in the pavilion in the middle of the lake with his arms folded and looked at him.
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