Bai Bai roared, "Host, what's wrong with you? You've already broken the door!"
Broken? What crazy talk are you talking about?
Fan Zhiyi looked at the intact door in front of him, then turned back to see Monk Du holding up his arms and feet, making crackling sounds as his bones dislocated. He then turned his neck and stood up completely, lowering his head, but his eyes were glancing upwards, staring at him.
The window is behind Monk Du and the door cannot be opened. If he wants to try to escape through the window, he can only choose to confront the ghost head-on.
Fan Zhiyi was unsure of his current level of cultivation. He still had a life-saving talisman, but was it really the right time to use it? And the red rope...
Forget it, saving your life is the most important thing!
Fan Zhiyi took out a talisman and jumped forward, then pointed the talisman at the ghost. In an instant, the room was filled with golden light. Fan Zhiyi was stimulated by the light and tears streamed down his face, but he insisted on not closing his eyes. When the light faded, he took a quick look and found that the house had become dilapidated, and Monk Du's body was lying intact on the ground. In contrast, Master Fan was in disheveled clothes, holding a sword in his hand, and pierced a slightly transparent ghost with one sword.
There was madness in his eyes and his face was distorted.
The talisman caught fire in Fan Zhiyi's hand and burned to ashes. The ghost stretched out its hand towards Master Fan, but dissipated unwillingly before it could touch him.
Master Fan let out a sly laugh, then slowly raised his eyelids and looked at Fan Zhiyi: "Brother, thank you very much."
Red kiss marks could be seen all over his open collar. His hair was disheveled, and his thin body was wrapped in a thin white coat, making him look no different from a ghost.
The rain outside was like clouds and fog. Fan Zhiyi watched Master Fan approaching him and stepped back a little.
Master Fan said, "Brother, why are you retreating? You and I are brothers. We are the only ones in this house who can rely on each other."
"What's your relationship with that ghost?" Fan Zhiyi asked. Recalling what had just happened, he could already guess what had happened. He was hallucinating, his mind was breaking down, and a series of negative emotions were pouring out. If it weren't for the hero's powerful spell, he would have died right there. After all, fighting against a hallucination that you feared was rarely victorious, and Fan Zhiyi didn't think he had the ability to do so.
"What's the connection? He's a ghost." Master Fan frowned. "He was trying to murder us, and I discovered it, so he's trying every possible way to get revenge on me."
"No, if you found out, why didn't you tell the others? You even led them to suspect me yesterday. Did you already know that Brother Du was dead and where the ghost was? What exactly do you want to do?"
Master Fan paused, staring at Fan Zhiyi with a cold gaze. "You're not Yi Zhifan, after all. He's not as talkative as you, nor does he have as many problems. Everything was obviously fine, so why did you show up and disrupt all my plans? I was so close, so close to getting rid of it effortlessly and gaining a healthy body!"
Master Fan drew his sword extremely quickly, and Fan Zhiyi was unable to catch up with him.
Bai Bai roared: "Host, dodge left!"
Fan Zhiyi didn't suspect anything and used his dagger to resist, sparks flew, and he was forced to slide a few steps, and then his left arm was cut during the fight.
Fan Zhiyi was not interested in fighting and wanted to leave, but the sword was across his neck. He had to attack again with the dagger in his hand, but Master Fan dodged it!
At this moment, Fan Zhiyi and Master Fan's eyes met.
Bai Bai reacted and became extremely anxious: "Host, don't look into his eyes!"
Unfortunately, it was too late. Fan Zhiyi felt his consciousness fading away. He heard Master Fan say in his ear, "I've seen your dreams. You are a lonely soul yearning for light and salvation. We are the same. No one can understand you better than me."
He reached out and touched Fan Zhiyi's face. It felt cold and his voice was bewitching. Fan Zhiyi suddenly remembered that he had heard this voice before. In the chaotic dream just after entering the haunted house, it was from the ghost who dragged him to the river to commit suicide when he accidentally entered the boundary between Yin and Yang. And now, it was Master Fan.
"We are actually one. We are both unwilling, lonely, and pitiful." He gently hugged Fan Zhiyi, his hand slowly falling on Fan Zhiyi's neck, tightening little by little, "The pain will soon stop. You are me, and I am you. Let me help you, let me be you."
"Host, don't listen to him!"
Fan Zhiyi couldn't pay attention to Bai Bai. He could hear what Master Fan said, but the voice was very far away. His eyelashes trembled and his eyes wavered.
Master Fan couldn't pinch Fan Zhiyi's neck any further, so he gave up and held Fan Zhiyi's hand instead: "Don't struggle, go to sleep. Everything will be fine when you fall asleep."
Fan Zhiyi's fingers were still tightly gripping the dagger, and no matter how hard Master Fan tried, he couldn't move it. It was as if Master Fan was deliberately going against him. Fan Zhiyi was unwilling to admit defeat and tried desperately to regain control of his body.
Upon seeing this, Master Fan's face remained unchanged, but his eyes grew colder. "I really don't know what you're holding on to."
He looked at the sword in his hand, wanting to pierce Fan Zhiyi, but when he was about to touch him, he was stopped by a transparent barrier, and the sword move could no longer get any closer.
Master Fan sneered and stopped worrying about it. He just thought that the seventh day had not arrived and he could not kill anyone, so he planned to take Fan Zhiyi to another place to hide him.
When he pulled at first, it didn't move. When he looked again, Fan Zhiyi's gaze was no longer distracted, but was locked on Master Fan. Although he was still unable to move like a puppet, he was gradually waking up.
Master Fan walked over quickly, stood on tiptoe, and blew a puff of smoke into Fan Zhiyi's face: "I underestimated you."
The smoke cleared, and Fan Zhiyi's expression returned to its mechanical state. Only then was Master Fan satisfied and pulled Fan Zhiyi out of the room. Even though the fate-swapping curse was no longer on Fan Zhiyi, he still had other options. When the seventh day arrived, he would become Fan Zhiyi.
"Fan Zhiyi!" At this time, another strong force pulled Fan Zhiyi's other hand. Fan Zhiyi's eyes instantly regained clarity. He turned his head and saw Bing Nandong's scarred face. A few strands of his hair hung on the side of his face, adding a few scars, but he did not look ugly or embarrassed.
Fan Zhiyi immediately grabbed the dagger and slashed it upwards, stabbing Master Fan. Master Fan screamed and black smoke came out of his hand. He stepped back, his eyes full of hatred, and his injured hand was shaking.
Bing Nandong quickly dragged Fan Zhiyi behind him with one hand, controlled the sword with the other hand and cut off one of Master Fan's arms, then formed a seal with one hand to seal Master Fan in place.
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