Fortunately, the other party did not cause any more trouble afterwards. Apart from the slippery ground, there was no other scary scene in the cave.
After walking silently for who knows how long, Fan Zhiyi felt like he was about to get wet. Finally, he could vaguely see the exit, but because his sight was almost blocked by Bing Nandong's back, Fan Zhiyi could not see what was going on in front of him or where they were. The strong smell of blood made him feel uncomfortable in his stomach.
The closer he got to the cave entrance, the stronger the smell became, dozens of times stronger than what Fan Zhiyi remembered. He couldn't stand it and felt like vomiting.
The next moment, Fan Zhiyi's eyes were unexpectedly covered by Bing Nandong.
Fan Zhiyi tilted his head to express his confusion. Then he heard the young man explain, "You don't want to know what's ahead."
Fan Zhiyi tactfully didn't ask. Just by the smell of blood, he could guess that the situation at the cave entrance was probably quite tragic.
So he closed his eyes, his eyelashes brushing against Bing Nandong's palm: "I've closed my eyes."
Bing Nandong did not move his hand away, pretending not to know what Fan Zhiyi meant.
Fan Zhiyi didn't know if this person really didn't understand or was just pretending. He was racking his brain trying to figure out how to force him to let go without offending him. He couldn't come up with an answer, so he felt like it would be okay to just say, "Mr. Cen, you can take your hand back."
Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi. Even though he was currently playing the role of an upright and kind-hearted Cen Jun, he just wanted to tease Fan Zhiyi: "It's okay."
Fan Zhiyi: “…” Damn.
Bing Nandong saw that he frowned, pursed his lips tightly, and his body was stiff, as if he was trying to suffocate himself, so he finally withdrew his hand: "Let's go." He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he suddenly became unhappy again, and even his voice seemed a little cold.
But it was obvious that when Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes just now, he forgot about the golden finger that Bai Bai had opened for himself, which was similar to the third eye. Even though he could not see with his eyes, the surrounding scenes could still be imaged in his mind, so there was no difference between closing his eyes and not closing them. Perhaps it was just to prevent "Cen Jun" from taking advantage of him.
The moment he walked out of the cave, Fan Zhiyi "saw" the familiar haunted house and the corpses lying all over the place with tragic looks.
Some died with their eyes wide open, unable to understand how they had vanished. Besides bite marks, some had clearly died from sword and knife wounds, as well as other weapons.
However, before Fan Zhiyi could analyze it more carefully, he was shocked to find a strong murderous aura emerging from behind him.
Relying on the instinct of a cultivator, Fan Zhiyi prepared for the attack with one hand and set up a barrier with the other, but before he could do anything, a sword appeared at his side and effortlessly blocked the attack.
In a flash, the attacker was hit by his own attack. Even though he resisted, the move still contained Bing Nandong's spiritual power. He was forced to fly more than ten meters and fell to the ground. He vomited a mouthful of blood and could not stand up for a long time.
In order to maintain his disguise, he was allowed to live a little longer. Bing Nandong held the sword and blocked Fan Zhiyi behind him.
His sword was not even half an inch unsheathed, only the sachet on the hilt rose and fell with his movements.
The wind was stronger at night. Because they were so close, Bing Nandong's flying black hair mixed with the hairband brushed against Fan Zhiyi's cheek, making him feel a little itchy. Fan Zhiyi moved to the side. Bing Nandong grabbed his wrist and signaled him not to move. Fan Zhiyi then immediately became obedient.
Although he could see it, Fan Zhiyi still asked symbolically: "What's wrong?"
"We met a few monks. It seems we should return to the house we entered at the beginning." Bing Nandong said lightly. His tone made it sound as relaxed as chatting about family matters. However, Fan Zhiyi couldn't see that Bing Nandong's eyes swept over the group of people one by one without any warmth.
"Oh." Fan Zhiyi didn't sound very reactive. For him, no matter where he was, there were ghosts to scare him.
Because he was facing forward when he first came out of the cave, and the fight between these monks had come to an end, everyone had injuries of varying degrees, and was in a stalemate. This is why Fan Zhiyi only noticed the corpses and did not notice the monks behind them.
Now that he was being attacked and happened to turn around, he saw the tense atmosphere among these monks, and some of their magic weapons were dripping with blood.
He had seen many people when he first entered the house, but Fan Zhiyi was not very good at remembering people, so he only recognized the Gao family's housekeeper and Master Fan who were gathered on the left.
A heavy feeling was mixed among these people, and their faces showed uncontrollable hostility and vigilance, as if if there was any more trouble, a bloody fight would break out immediately.
However, due to the sudden appearance of Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong, all their attention was shifted to them.
Master Fan's condition seemed to have worsened. His eyelids drooped, and the dark circles under his eyes deepened. His gaze on Fan Zhiyi made him feel that he resented him, and a chill ran down his spine. But the next second, Master Fan smiled at him, his voice weak and surprised: "Zhifan, you're still alive!"
Fan Zhiyi: “…Yeah.”
"Come here quickly, cough cough, that group of people have gone crazy." Master Fan said, but bent down and covered his lips with his hands. Fan Zhiyi saw the blood slipping out from between his fingers.
Compared with the monks on the left who were closer, the monks in the middle and right were scattered. They exchanged glances with each other, then stared at Fan Zhiyi with fierce eyes and clenched their magic weapons, but the next moment they all knelt on the spot with painful expressions and could not move.
The silent pressure came overwhelmingly, affecting everyone present except Fan Zhiyi, including Master Fan and the others.
Bing Nandong's face was serious, and his voice was calm, but it was majestic: "Everyone, what happened?" It was as if he was really worried about them and asking them, as if he wanted to help them solve the problem.
A young man on Master Fan's side cried, "They're crazy, they're all crazy. People are dying every day. Someone left a note saying there's a ghost among us, so we first suspected Yi Zhifan, but Master Fan protected him and let him get away... Then, to prevent the suspect from escaping, they killed him directly. It turned out he wasn't a ghost, so they decided to kill another suspect..."
The young man sobbed, his words garbled with fear. Judging by his appearance and clothing, though disheveled from his escape, he must have been the son of a well-to-do family, well-protected in troubled times, and unsuspecting of such harsh conditions. However, he was ultimately a family asset, destined for the Tianyun Sect to marry.
But Fan Zhiyi's focus is not here.
Suspected Yi Zhifan? Protected him and ran away? Wasn't he Yi Zhifan? How could he not know about this? Fan Zhiyi was a little confused. He heard every word clearly, so why did the sentence sound so difficult to understand?
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