Upon hearing this, Master Fan's tone was unkind: "Miss Gao, Zhifan absolutely cannot be a ghost. I have repeated this many times. As for this cultivator, if he really had malicious intentions, we would not be alive today."
After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent, their eyes fixed on Fan Zhiyi, full of vigilance.
"I can guarantee that he's fine." Bing Nandong suddenly said, "As for me..."
"He's not." Fan Zhiyi couldn't bear to watch it any longer. "Just like Master Fan said, if he wanted to, no one here would be able to deal with him. Not only did they stop you from fighting, they also took the trouble to set up a barrier to protect everyone's safety."
"Ghosts always like to play tricks on people. What if he..."
"He won't." This person currently has some emotional issues, but there's nothing wrong with him in other aspects, Fan Zhiyi said decisively. He didn't know why, but after spending the past two days together, he just felt that this person wouldn't do it.
But it is obvious that no one can convince anyone else.
The room fell silent again, and everyone was still staring at Fan Zhiyi, as if they were afraid that if they were not careful, Fan Zhiyi would shed his harmless skin and turn into a ferocious ghost to eat them alive.
Bing Nandong also turned his head to look at him, but he was the only one smiling. His fingertips gently hooked the red rope, pulling it slightly straight. Fan Zhiyi felt the pull and felt goose bumps all over his body, quite speechless.
"No! No! What if they are evil spirits? We have already lost so many people. Have you forgotten how they died tragically?" Miss Gao shouted.
The housekeeper's face darkened. He pulled his young lady back and cast a sleeping spell on her. "My young lady is frightened, please forgive me, but what I said does not make sense. Think about it carefully. Everyone's cultivation in this house is suppressed. The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. We have no advantage at all and should be more careful..."
I have said all I want to say, and the pause is just right. Sometimes imagination is very powerful and can almost influence people's choices. Many people seem to have made up their minds.
Fan Zhiyi was too exhausted to complain. If he suspected them, why had he just listened to "Cen Jun"'s instructions? Wasn't he afraid that "Cen Jun" and he would use a trick to lure all the ghosts in when setting up the safe house? He took advantage of them and still acted ungratefully. Isn't this pure betrayal?
Bing Nandong laughed without hiding his true feelings, and then he left, leading Fan Zhiyi a few steps into the house. Because of the red rope, Fan Zhiyi had no choice but to follow Bing Nandong inside.
Everyone in the room, except Master Fan and a few monks, was retreating. Bing Nandong took a few steps and suddenly stopped, whispering, "Do you want to stay?"
Of course... he didn't want to, but Fan Zhiyi wanted to know the information on the note in their hands. Although these people might be deceiving, he might be able to find something useful. Besides, he had actually disappeared in this real house for three days. He needed to get some information on what was going on, so he replied, "If possible."
"I don't want to stay."
"Then I'll go with you." Fan Zhiyi did not hesitate. If he had to choose between "Cen Jun" and this group of people, he would rather get along with "Cen Jun" than stay with these monsters. At least if "Cen Jun" really wanted to do something to him, he would not have been able to live safely until now.
Everyone present was a cultivator with better hearing than ordinary people, so they could basically hear the conversation between Bing Nandong and Fan Zhiyi.
Most of them hesitated again, remaining silent. They knew that risk and reward were directly proportional. Bing Nandong was powerful, and with him, their safety would be higher. As for Fan Zhiyi, there seemed to be nothing worth worrying about. If Bing Nandong were willing to explain a little more, they would likely agree to let him stay.
Who knew that after hearing Fan Zhiyi's words, Bing Nandong couldn't help but smile. Then, when he looked up at them, his gentle demeanor faded and his smile became distant: "Since you think the two of us are suspicious, then we'll take our leave. Everyone will rely on their own abilities."
"Yi Zhifan must not be kept. It was after he entered the house that the alienation began to occur. Besides, he was with us, and people among us died quietly. He ran away, and the deaths continued. Now he suddenly appears again!" Someone was anxious and stepped forward to keep him.
"It's easy to find a pretext to accuse someone of something." Bing Nandong's sharp eyes swept over everyone here, but he didn't change his mind. "Goodbye."
With this pressure, more people could no longer sit still. They had spent too much time fighting the ghosts before. After thinking it over again and again, they still hoped to gather more useful forces: "You, don't you want to know what the information on our notes is?"
"No, this information is not very important to me."
Fan Zhiyi understood that in the face of absolute strength, he was not afraid of these ghosts. However, compared with the protagonist, "Cen Jun"'s skills were probably not enough.
This one sentence left everyone speechless. Finally, Master Fan said, "Everyone, since you are so suspicious of Zhifan, why don't you first detain him in the next room? To prevent you from thinking I'm protecting him, you can decide who will guard him. How do you think?"
Bing Nandong refused directly: "The word 'imprisonment' is not appropriate."
Fan Zhiyi didn't expect Bing Nandong to be willing to talk nonsense with them, and his focus was so strange. He couldn't guess whether he wanted to leave or stay.
"So what do you want?" the group asked.
"Isn't it what you want? One moment you say we are ghosts, and the next moment you want us to stay."
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