Seeing that Bing Nandong's face was still red, Fan Zhiyi asked sincerely, "Do you have a fever and your mind is not clear?"
"Fan Zhiyi, if you can't speak, I can help you shut up."
Fan Zhiyi covered his mouth and said, "There's one more thing. Can you give me a few more of your talismans? Please, please."
Now that I have the Qiankun bag, I can put anything in it. It is so convenient. It is no problem to stockpile hundreds or thousands of talismans.
"Why do you need so many?" Bing Nandong remembered that he had given two.
"What's the shelf life of this talisman? No, I mean, how long can its effect last?"
"Don't let it get wet. Don't damage the writing and the yellow paper."
"Then give me some more. I'll give a few to Xiaobao, and I'll keep the rest just in case."
Bing Nandong glanced at him and said, "Do you think this talisman is so easy to obtain?"
Huh? Isn't it just like in those horror movies he'd seen, just using a brush and cinnabar to write on yellow paper?
"Drawing talismans connects the writer's spirit, energy and soul. A good talisman can open the way to humanity, close the door to ghosts, and protect a region of peace. There are many things to pay attention to when drawing talismans. If you are not careful, it will just be a piece of waste paper and will not have any effect. Therefore, it is also a test of one's character." Bing Nandong explained when he saw Fan Zhiyi's bewildered face.
Fan Zhiyi did not feel any joy from receiving new knowledge. Instead, he sighed resentfully, praying that he was overthinking it and that the female ghost was still trapped inside and would not go crazy and chase him here.
That shouldn’t be the case, right?
Fan Zhiyi touched the wound on his arm through his sleeve. It was almost healed. "Is there any bleeding on my waist?"
"No."
Fan Zhiyi nodded and felt much more at ease instantly.
As he said, Bing Nandong and Xiaobao slept on the bed, and he slept on the floor alone.
The floor is still a bit cold at this time of year.
Also, the bottom of Bing Nandong's bed was pitch black, facing Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi always felt that something would come out from underneath.
When the candlelight was on, Fan Zhiyi faced Bing Nandong's nervous gaze and reached in to feel around. He only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was safe.
Until Bing Nandong blew out the candle, Fan Zhiyi immediately wrapped himself tightly in the quilt into a ball, turned over with his back facing the bottom of the bed, forced himself not to think about scary things, and counted sheep to help him sleep.
After a while, Fan Zhiyi successfully suffered from insomnia again, even though he had slept well in the woods the previous few times.
It was so quiet around that even the sound of breathing seemed a little strange.
Fan Zhiyi was a little scared, feeling a creepy sensation on his back. He whispered, "Bing Nandong, are you asleep? If not, I have something to tell you."
"explain."
After receiving the response, Fan Zhiyi immediately sat up wrapped in the quilt and stared at the figure on the bed: "Is Xiaobao asleep?"
"He fell asleep. Tell me what you want to say."
"It's about that tall, thin guy, Qin Shuan." Fan Zhiyi pondered and still felt that he had to tell Bing Nandong about this. He had never had the chance before, but now he could tell him, "Actually, just now, he wanted to kill me."
Bing Nandong suddenly opened his eyes and said nothing.
After not getting a response from Bing Nandong for a long time, Fan Zhiyi began to have wild thoughts.
So, Bing Nandong also knew about this? Did he know it now, or did he know it even earlier, before he even came here?
However, since his life was involved, Fan Zhiyi had to think more. Could it be that Bing Nandong and the original body had a grudge, and the original body wanted to kill Bing Nandong, and Bing Nandong also wanted to kill the original body, so Bing Nandong instigated these junior brothers and sisters to kill the original body in the haunted house...
No, no, no.
Fan Zhiyi shook his head. His guess was too dark. Thinking about it carefully, Bing Nandong was actually very good to him. Even when his life was at stake, he did not give up on him. Even when he was a drag, he did not abandon him.
Bing Nandong's silence left Fan Zhiyi feeling a bit upset. He really shouldn't have said it. Firstly, Bing Nandong considered Qin Shuan a friend, and psychologically he wouldn't be able to accept it, so he might not believe him. Secondly, people's hearts were unpredictable. What if Bing Nandong suddenly changed his attitude, and for the sake of his friend, he decided to kill him and let the secret go unpunished?
What should he do? What should he say? Or just say I was joking?
There's something wrong.
"I won't let anything happen to you." Bing Nandong suddenly spoke.
"Ah? Oh." Fan Zhiyi didn't expect Bing Nandong to say that. He responded blankly and then lay down.
In fact, a big part of Qin Shuan's motive for wanting to kill him at this time was that he didn't want him to tell others about being abandoned by Qin Shuan in a haunted house.
Then why did Qin Shuan throw him into the haunted house? Was it to help Bing Nandong vent his anger? That didn't make sense. Even Bing Nandong didn't know that he asked Zhuang Yujing to help him kill him, so how could Qin Shuan know?
No, no, no, the original body definitely wanted to kill Bing Nandong not just once, but a second and third time, so the original body actually tried to assassinate Bing Nandong many times!
The more he thought about it, the more complicated it became. Fan Zhiyi felt like his brain was going to explode. He was grateful for his rich imagination.
Forget it, let’s go to sleep.
After struggling for a long time, Fan Zhiyi finally fell into a long-lost dream.
But not long after, he felt someone get up and turn on the light. He got up in a daze and sat up, and found that it was Bing Nandong.
He had his hair loose, a robe casually draped over his shoulders, and was shielding the candlelight with his hands. He realized he was looking at him and whispered, "It's okay, go to sleep."
He didn’t know if it was because of his hairstyle, but Fan Zhiyi felt that Bing Nandong was particularly gentle now, and even his face was softened by the candlelight.
Well, it’s handsome.
Fan Zhiyi made a pertinent comment and then fell asleep again.
This sleep was filled with nightmares, and Fan Zhiyi woke up many times. He slept soundly from the time the candlelight was lit to the time it went out, until dawn.
Bing Nandong didn't sleep well at night, and as a result, he got up and went to the courtyard to practice a set of sword skills. When he came back, he saw Fan Zhiyi sleeping. He took Xiaobao to have breakfast, but Fan Zhiyi was still sleeping. When he went out for a walk and chatted with his fellow disciples, he came back and found Fan Zhiyi was still sleeping!
Bing Nandong originally wanted to give something to Fan Zhiyi, but he suppressed the urge to wake Fan Zhiyi up many times, thinking that this would make it seem like he was giving it specifically to him and that he cared about him a lot.
So, Bing Nandong would go back to the room to check every once in a while, pretending nothing had happened.
After finishing lunch, Bing Nandong returned to the room and saw that Xiaobao had finished his meal obediently and was reading a book. The food on the table was already cold, and Fan Zhiyi was still asleep.
Xiao Bao said, "My brother said he was very sleepy and wanted to sleep a little longer, so he didn't want to eat."
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