"And then?" Bing Nandong asked in a steady voice without expressing his opinion.
Master Fan continued, "Then it was discovered that after a person dies, the note will be revealed. The first person to get the note will become its new owner, and the situation will get out of control."
It is not difficult to guess the human nature behind this. After all, there are ghosts mixed in. In addition, all the sects are here to form a marriage, so they are actually in a hostile relationship. Everyone may conceal the contents of their own notes. In this case, it is better to snatch the other party's notes. What if there is a real evil ghost among the people killed?
In fact, it is quite ironic. In such an environment, the cultivators are not only unable to work together, but instead kill each other. The protagonist's drama is really cruel. If you stay in such a place for a long time, those who are not strong-willed will collapse sooner or later.
When he and "Cen Jun" suddenly appeared as uninvited guests, this group of people set their sights on him. After all, he was not proficient in magic and was the most suspicious. However, they did not expect that "Cen Jun" was much more powerful than them and directly suppressed them with simple and brutal force.
Speaking of "Cen Jun," Fan Zhiyi glanced at him. This man seemed like a natural leader. Just by standing there, he not only took control of the situation, but also got them to speak up and explain their reasons, without sounding like they were lying. In this respect, he was similar to the unlucky protagonist.
As the saying goes, there can't be two tigers in one mountain. If he were to collide with the protagonist, "Cen Jun" would probably become a thorn in the protagonist's side. Because "Cen Jun" had saved him in the past, Fan Zhiyi felt it necessary to remind "Cen Jun" to keep a low profile.
Suddenly, it started raining again, the raindrops hanging from the eaves. A thick fog was spreading everywhere, and judging by the speed at which it was spreading, it would probably fill the place up again soon.
They seemed particularly afraid of the rain. Someone said in a trembling voice, "It's night again. It's about to start again."
Someone immediately followed up with a curse word, then cursed: "So many people died tonight, it won't happen again!"
A hint of mockery flashed across Bing Nandong's eyes, but he quickly returned to normal: "We can't judge this place based on our own ideas. Let's find a place to set up a barrier first."
Several groups of monks who were like enemies before were strangely gathered together again at this moment, and no one discussed what had just happened.
Bing Nandong said, "Since we have all chosen to be together, we must never again kill each other."
"Who do you think you are..." Someone was dissatisfied with Bing Nandong's leading attitude and said something. Bing Nandong glanced at him lightly and the other person fell silent.
After all, everyone had witnessed Bing Nandong's pressure and aura, and no one among them could defeat him. When did such a powerful person appear in this house? How come they didn't notice it at first?
Someone stole a glance at Bing Nandong. He had an ordinary appearance, a scar on his face, and looked unapproachable, with a hint of hostility. He carried a plain iron sword, its scabbard peeling. It seemed he had been deliberately concealing his presence, so they hadn't noticed.
If they were willing to discuss Bing Nandong's appearance with Fan Zhiyi, they would have discovered that, of all the people present, only Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong and the sword that were different from theirs. The reason for this was that the others had only seen Bing Nandong's illusion. However, most people didn't think about this, and certainly didn't have the nerve to ask, "Hey, what did you see the young man next to Yi Zhifan look like?"
After leaving the slaughterhouse, Bing Nandong signaled to Fan Zhiyi that he could open his eyes. Fan Zhiyi glanced at the red rope on his wrist that was not untied, and followed Bing Nandong silently.
Thunder roared, and the gap between the group could not be easily eliminated. Now it was difficult to trust others except themselves.
Master Fan walked over to Fan Zhiyi, staring calmly at the red string, and said, "Zhifan, this is..."
"It doesn't matter who I am." Bing Nandong answered for Fan Zhiyi with a smile, speaking at a steady pace, "What matters is how we get out."
"This cultivator has a point." Master Fan smiled and looked at Fan Zhiyi, who seemed to want to say something. Bing Nandong pulled the rope to let Fan Zhiyi move closer to him. "It's dangerous here. Don't go too far."
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
Even so, Fan Zhiyi wanted an answer immediately: "Master Fan, have you seen Gao Da, Gao Xiao, and Xiao Man? Are they okay?"
"Zhifan, when did you and I become so distant?" Master Fan smiled bitterly. "Ever since Gao Da and Gao Xiao separated from us on the first night, I haven't seen them since. As for Xiao Man, hasn't he always been with you?"
So, we never saw each other again.
Fan Zhiyi had wanted to ask Master Fan something, but Bing Nandong said sternly, "Silence! From what I know, the note states that these ghosts will follow the sound."
This was what Fan Zhiyi told Bing Nandong after he felt that he was trustworthy. The others were keeping their eyes on Bing Nandong, so after hearing what he said, although they didn't know whether it was true or not, they finally kept their mouths shut.
After hearing this, Fan Zhiyi didn't want to continue the conversation. He did notice that "Cen Jun" had been in a bad mood since leaving the cave. Was it because of what had just happened? After seeing such a tragic scene, no one could easily forget it.
In extreme environments, the evil of human nature can easily be aroused.
I didn’t see Gaoda, Gaoxiao and Xiaoman here. I don’t know whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing. I hope they are okay.
The fog is so thick that it is difficult to distinguish ghosts.
The vermilion wooden door looked particularly strange, but Bing Nandong had chosen this place for a good reason: "This house is big enough and doesn't look too shabby or dirty."
Fan Zhiyi knew that this "Mr. Cen" was choosing a relatively comfortable place to sleep at night.
Anyway, no matter where it is, what is coming will come. This is a haunted house, and they are in a passive position no matter what.
Bing Nandong directed everyone to set up the barrier and pasted a talisman at the door. After fiddling with it for a while, everyone felt a little relieved.
After four days of exhaustion and constant fear, everyone is now in this so-called safe house. As soon as they relax, fatigue hits them like a tidal wave. But everyone is holding on and not letting down their guard, because they know that if they are not careful, they may lose their lives and there will be no chance to do it again.
"Zhifan, come in quickly." Master Fan shouted when he saw Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong still standing outside the door.
In fact, Fan Zhiyi also wanted to stay in there quickly, but because he was tied with Bing Nandong by a red rope, he had to follow Bing Nandong wherever he went. Now Bing Nandong wanted to check the strength of the barrier again. After all, according to the information these people just provided, in the three days when they fell into other spaces, the ghosts that appeared every day would be more powerful than the day before.
"Wait, Yi Zhifan is not sure whether he is really a human being, and he... is also very suspicious. This may be the conspiracy of evil spirits!" A woman who looked mentally unstable pointed at Fan Zhiyi. Her hair was messy and the lip balm on her lips was smeared outside, making her look extremely embarrassed.
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