Even though he really wanted to kill him right now, he was a righteous man in front of Fan Zhiyi and could not do that. What's more, it would be too easy for him to die like this.
Bing Nandong suppressed his anger and looked at Fan Zhiyi. He almost hurt Fan Zhiyi again. This man really couldn't be left alone for a moment. He should be tied up, bound, and locked by his side. Only by seeing him at all times would he be safe.
Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong, who was just staring at him in silence, feeling somewhat guilty. He opened his mouth but somehow closed it again. In the end, he only said, "I'm sorry."
"Why apologize?" He was self-righteous and thought everything was foolproof, but he underestimated Fan Zhiyi's vigilance against him.
Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi looked up at him and happened to meet Bing Nandong's eyes. The emotions contained in this look were so overwhelming that it made him breathless. So he lowered his head again and did not continue the topic: "I killed the ghost who was among us with the talisman you gave me."
After hearing this, Bing Nandong thought for a moment, sighed, and then raised his hand. Fan Zhiyi thought that he had angered the male protagonist and that he was going to kill him. He was so scared that he closed his eyes tightly and clenched the dagger in his hand, but he didn't expect that someone was gently rubbing the top of his head.
"I was worried about you. I'm sorry."
Fan Zhiyi opened his eyes wide in surprise. The male protagonist... said sorry to him, what kind of mentality was this? However, if it weren't for the male protagonist, he wouldn't be so unlucky.
The feeling from the top of his head was very strange. Fan Zhiyi had never had his head rubbed so lovingly before, and he was already in his twenties, so it always felt weird.
Fortunately, Bing Nandong quickly withdrew his hand and said to the other two monks, who were also covered in wounds and in a miserable state, "You just saw it. Yi Zhifan killed the evil ghost that had been lurking among us, and we also subdued another one together. Now the seventh day is approaching. On the way here, we saw many ghosts gathering here, so we need to find others quickly. I don't think the formation set up here can withstand them."
"They are all in the room and have been drugged by Master Fan." Fan Zhiyi reminded.
The two men looked at Bing Nandong and asked what he thought. It seemed that they trusted Bing Nandong very much.
Bing Nandong said, "Go ahead." Then the two men left.
Fan Zhiyi looked towards the courtyard gate again. Many monks had left, but how could they be the only three returning? "Did something happen to you?"
"We encountered a wave of ghosts, and only the three of us managed to escape."
Just brag. Fan Zhiyi thought to himself, as to why the male protagonist kept those two people, it was not something he should consider.
Bai Bai friendly reminder: "The seventh day will arrive in half an hour."
When Fan Zhiyi heard this, he became very worried: "Xiaoman, Gaoda, and Gaoxiao are still outside. They don't know what happened on the seventh day."
Bing Nandong was furious when he saw that he still had the leisure to care about others. He wondered if this man could take care of himself more. He immediately pulled Fan Zhiyi to the gate of the courtyard, patted him on the body, and passed a barrier: "Go west, keep going."
"Why?"
Bing Nandong just said: "Go, don't look back."
"tall……"
"Hurry up and go!" Bing Nandong gave Fan Zhiyi a gentle but irresistible push and pushed him out the door.
Fan Zhiyi stared at him in a stalemate, then asked Bai Bai, "Why is he so eager for me to leave? Does he want to see me being chased by ghosts again?"
"Host, all the ghosts are coming here. There are relatively fewer ghosts in the west." A map appeared in Fan Zhiyi's mind. The red ones were ghosts, and the blue ones were people. The number of ghosts was simply huge.
Fan Zhiyi: "...What does the male protagonist mean by this?"
"Let's go, host."
Fan Zhiyi glanced at Master Fan and the others, then looked at the male protagonist, and made up his mind to do as Bing Nandong said.
He turned his head and looked back. Bing Nandong was still standing there. He couldn't see his expression clearly, but Fan Zhiyi felt that his eyes must have been firmly fixed on him. He gripped the dagger tightly and ran quickly to the west.
Only after Fan Zhiyi was completely out of sight did Bing Nandong look back at Master Fan. He gave a mocking smile, but his eyes were devoid of any smile. He waved his hand, and a blazing fire erupted from the ground where Master Fan stood. Screams echoed throughout the courtyard. Another gust of wind, and Master Fan and the entire formation vanished.
Lin Taiyin emerged from the corner where he had been hiding: "The leader is so angry."
"Let Lin Juewan come out."
Lin Taiyin stood up straight, lowered his arms from his chest, and his expression was no longer as strange as before. He said in a deep voice, "Master."
"Follow him." The "he" here is naturally Fan Zhiyi.
Lin Juewan didn't ask any more questions and just replied, "Yes."
After doing all this, Bing Nandong lifted up his sleeves, and the seven-pointed star that originally had only one corner left had completely disappeared.
This curse was inherently unbreakable. Bing Nandong had placed it upon himself. The person who cast the curse was vicious. After seven days, the cursed person would exchange fates with the caster, and their souls would vanish, leaving only an empty shell. If the caster died, the cursed person would also die. Unfortunately, he was the one cursed now. He had already died countless times, and death was the least of his fears.
In the dark days of the past, he also blamed Fan Zhiyi for not taking him with him when he left, but now they are both alive and reunited, Bing Nandong began to feel fortunate that he would not die.
Bing Nandong walked back to the room where everyone was and closed the door.
Fan Zhiyi brushed shoulders with those ghosts along the way. Apart from feeling that they looked a little hideous, there was no other impact on him. It seemed as if these ghosts could not see him and did not even give him a glance. This was naturally what Fan Zhiyi wanted to see the most, but the male protagonist asked him to go west all the time, and he always felt uneasy in his heart. If he asked Bai Bai, he would definitely know nothing.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Fan Zhiyi began to wonder if the road to the west of the house was so long?
After learning from Bai Bai that he had been walking for an hour, Fan Zhiyi felt a little tired. The fog around him seemed to have consciousness, leaving the path in the middle that Fan Zhiyi was going to take, as if it was luring him into a trap.
The scenes on both sides were a little dark from the white mist, which made people dare not look into it further.
The wind whistled past, like someone howling in my ears.
Fan Zhiyi curled himself up into a ball. He was stuck in the middle of the road, with no village in front and no shop behind. He couldn't go forward or retreat. After thinking about it, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and move forward.
Damn it, I forgot the lantern in the previous room. Fan Zhiyi sighed and walked forward trembling.
This body is so weak that it has to gasp for air after every few steps. Fortunately, it did not suddenly fall ill, otherwise who knows what would have happened.
Fan Zhiyi bent over, almost exhausted, but still couldn't see the end of the road.
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