"Host……"
"I understand." Fan Zhiyi replied to Bai Bai. Bai Bai said that no matter how he called him, he couldn't wake up, so it seemed that he was among those who were poisoned by the incense.
Fan Zhiyi was alone, looking at these "companions" whose eyes were becoming increasingly unfriendly, and he calmly moved his feet back a little. Fortunately, he was not too close to them when he came out.
The rules of survival in this house now are just as Bing Nandong said, completely different from common sense. Even if he tells them that his body temperature and pulse are normal, he cannot convince them that he is a human being. Moreover, Bing Nandong will definitely not leave such obvious differences for the ghost who wants to pretend to be a living person.
Fan Zhiyi continued to persuade them methodically, "According to known conditions, the ghost kills one person every night. When I first met you, the killing among you had already ended. There were no obvious ghost-related killings that day, which means the ghost had already killed someone during that killing spree. However, I was with Bing Nandong at the time, so I didn't have the time to commit the crime. If you still suspect I am a ghost, you must accept the possibility that the real ghost is still hiding among you and will kill again."
"Ghosts are cunning, maybe you can split yourself into two." Someone retorted.
Fan Zhiyi found it funny. If only he were really that powerful, it would be great: "If you want to accuse someone of a crime, you can always find a pretext."
"Don't be fooled, everyone," Master Fan said. His voice was extremely weak, and his lips were pale, bloodless. He clutched the collar of his robe and coughed softly a few times, drawing a glance from Monk Du, who seemed to want to calm him down. However, Master Fan declined without a good look, bowing and saying, "He's not my brother. I've felt he's strange from the beginning. After testing him, I've found his habits to be very different from my brother's."
Fan Zhiyi looked at Master Fan. Although this man looked unwell, he had a calm expression and was certain that he was not Yi Zhifan.
He was indeed not that person, and he had not disguised himself in any way, so it was not surprising that he was recognized by Master Fan. He just didn't expect that Master Fan was still chatting and laughing with him yesterday and had not exposed him. It turned out that he was waiting here.
This statement undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. Even those close to the sect said so. Others had no reason to trust Fan Zhiyi anymore. Someone immediately took out their weapons: "Why waste time talking to him? Let's catch him first and see if he's a ghost or a human!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Zhiyi had already sensed that they were going to harm him, and ran away with the lantern in his arms. He had previously simulated the escape route in his mind, and for some reason, it felt like it would come naturally.
Various spells emerged one after another behind him, and various magical weapons brushed past him, but fortunately Fan Zhiyi was closest to the room, so he turned in and kicked the door shut.
Fan Zhiyi thought of the talisman, but it was useless to hold back. He only had three of them, and now was not the best time to use them.
The door of the room shattered with a sound, but fortunately at this time Fan Zhiyi had already rolled onto the bed. His heart was pounding and he was gasping for breath. He touched the talisman with one hand and held the dagger with the other, staring intently outside the bed.
Most of the bed curtains were pressed down by him, and only a faint glow from the candlelight outside was cast on the floor near the archway.
Fan Zhiyi calmed his breathing. When the attacks of the group of monks approached the bed, they were blocked by the transparent barrier around the bed and were counterattacked on them instead.
Seeing this, Fan Zhiyi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had just remembered Bing Nandong's suggestion of setting up a barrier around the bed, which had prompted him to give it a try. Furthermore, if he tried to escape elsewhere, no matter how fast he tried, he wouldn't be able to outrun these cultivators who were more powerful than him. He could only resort to trickery. Now, it seemed like this gamble had paid off.
To be honest, Bing Nandong's barrier is quite solid, at least it didn't let him down in this regard.
Fan Zhiyi ignored the group of monks and silently closed the bed curtain in front of them. Out of sight, out of mind, he instructed Bai Bai: "If this barrier is about to be broken, remember to tell me in advance so I can prepare."
"good."
"What time is it?"
"Eight fifty-nine."
It's so early, Fan Zhiyi thought. But he didn't dare sleep. What if he fell asleep for a long time and couldn't wake up? Wouldn't that be a big mistake? So he continued to study "One Hundred Thousand Small Spells for Immortal Cultivation" in bed, learning more offensive spells and striving to finish the book as soon as possible.
The people outside couldn't do anything about Fan Zhiyi, so they didn't leave and just stayed guarding him. At first, there were the monks' condemnations in the whole room, and then they turned into whispers, discussing who was more suspicious besides Fan Zhiyi. It seemed that anyone could be the suspect, so in the end everyone became resentful and stopped talking. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Fan Zhiyi practiced hard until the evening. Bai Bai, who had not disturbed him, said, "Host, cover your mouth and nose. The people outside are starting to faint again."
Fan Zhiyi obediently pinched his nose. He wasn't sure if the barrier could block out the scent, but according to the monks' style, they should have cleaned everything after learning about the incense. How could they still be knocked unconscious? This could only mean... that "ghost" was still among them.
"Host, Master Fan and Monk Du are out."
"Are they not unconscious?" Fan Zhiyi was very surprised. Master Fan was fine, as he was Fan Zhiyi's main suspect. It was normal for him not to faint as the person who drugged the drug. But what about Monk Du?
Fan Zhiyi recalled the scene of the confrontation this morning. Everyone else's attention was focused on him and they might not have noticed, but Fan Zhiyi saw it. There was unconcealable love and worry in the look that Monk Du gave Master Fan, but Master Fan acted particularly distant.
It seemed like they had nothing in common before, so how come things suddenly changed so much?
But this is not the most important thing to worry about now.
Fan Zhiyi thought about it and pulled open the bed curtains. Just as Baibai said, those monks were sleeping in a mess.
Fan Zhiyi counted the number of people. Except for Master Fan and Monk Du, everyone else was there. So what were Master Fan and Monk Du doing outside? There was no one missing tonight. Could it be that Master Fan was not a ghost?
Before Fan Zhiyi could think too much, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside. He glanced over and although he only caught a glimpse of a silhouette running past quickly, he could still recognize that it was Gao Da!
Where were Gao Xiao and Xiao Man? How could Gao Da be alone? Fan Zhiyi didn't have time to think about it and chased out the door. Seeing Gao Da's figure disappear around the corner, Fan Zhiyi hesitated for only a second before following him. If Gao Da had been caught off guard and encountered Master Fan and Monk Du at this moment, who knows what would have happened.
It started raining again outside, and the splashing raindrops fell on the hem of Fan Zhiyi's clothes. Fan Zhiyi was afraid that if he ran too slowly, he would not be able to catch up with the people.
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