"It's okay now." Bing Nandong put on his inner clothes, pushed his hair aside, revealing a part of his white neck, and then slowly pulled up his clothes to cover it.
"Oh, why do you have so many wounds?"
"For practitioners, getting hurt is common."
Brother, are you hurt at all? But if you don't want to talk about it, forget it.
When Fan Zhiyi stopped talking, Bing Nandong started to provoke him again: "Zhifan."
"Um."
"I'm happy that you care about me."
Fan Zhiyi suddenly straightened up, pursed his lips tightly, and didn't know what to say for a long time. His breathing lost its original frequency for a moment, and he seemed a little at a loss.
It’s strange, my face is so hot. Is it because I’ve been exposed to cold wind for too long?
He didn't know where to look for a moment, so Fan Zhiyi glanced to the left first, and finally lowered his head to look at the floor and the hem of his clothes.
"The world is different now than it was before. Hundreds of ghosts roam the night. I'll keep watch, and you can rest." Bing Nandong tied his belt, put his outer robe on his shoulders, turned around and leaned against the wall.
"You have a back injury. Isn't it better to sit like this?"
"Then how should we sit?" Bing Nandong stared at Fan Zhiyi with burning eyes.
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Bing Nandong had injuries on his chest and back. He couldn't lean on anything or lie down. Forget it, he shouldn't have said anything. He's not a disabled child. If he's in pain, he'll find a way to make himself comfortable. Why does he need to remind him?
Bing Nandong didn't mind Fan Zhiyi's silence as he was used to it.
After being quiet for a while, Fan Zhiyi supported his knees with his hands and closed his eyes to pretend to doze off. However, since there was no support behind his back, he was still very tired after sitting like this for a long time. Even though he felt sleepy, he could not fall into a deep sleep.
Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi, who was drowsy and timid at a distance from him, and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth before calling out, "Yi Zhifan."
Fan Zhiyi's brain had already stopped working and he didn't realize for a moment that it was actually him who was being called. Only after hearing it a few more times did he open his eyes in a daze and silently ask Bing Nandong what he was doing.
Bing Nandong didn't keep him in suspense and asked him, "Do you want to hear a story?"
"What's the story?"
"Something about ghosts."
Being told ghost stories in a place like this late at night? Thinking about it, it was really... exciting. Fan Zhiyi only had a few hobbies, and reading horror stories was one of them. But he was a coward, so he was considering it.
Seeing that he had taken the bait, Bing Nandong continued to tempt him: "You can't sleep well like this anyway, so it doesn't hurt to listen. Besides, you don't have to be afraid with me here."
It's you who makes me more frightened. Fan Zhiyi complained, then made up his mind: "Go ahead and tell me."
“Sometimes ghosts cannot enter the homes of living people directly. They will first pretend to knock on the door, and then use the voice of a close person to trick the living person into opening the door. Or as long as you say 'please come in' to the ghost, it is equivalent to inviting the ghost in, and the house will be in turmoil.” Bing Nandong had just finished speaking when lightning and thunder flashed outside. The dark, dilapidated door made a clicking sound, as if someone was knocking on the door.
Fan Zhiyi shuddered and moved closer to Bing Nandong involuntarily. He swallowed and stared at the door, fearing that something was waiting to come in there without him noticing.
At this moment, Fan Zhiyi heard the man's extremely low and resentful voice: "Can I come in?"
"Ahhh, no!" Fan Zhiyi's hair stood on end, and he frantically tried to crawl out. But he saw Bing Nandong sitting there calmly, staring at him strangely: "What's wrong with you?"
It wasn't Bing Nandong who scared him! Fan Zhiyi was horrified, his face almost pale with fear: "No, you are not kidding me?"
"no."
“…”
"What's wrong?"
"I... I heard it... I..." Fan Zhiyi's voice trembled. Could it be that something in this dilapidated temple had come to haunt him again, and this time even the hero couldn't detect it? Impossible! How could the hero not know!
Seeing that he had frightened the man severely, Bing Nandong straightened his tone and tried to coax him: "Sorry, it was indeed me just now. Calm down, or you can tell me a ghost story to scare me too."
"..." You bastard! Fan Zhiyi narrowed his eyes, his anger burning in him. He was so frightened that he kept his expression and trembled as he said, "It wasn't you. There was a ghost talking in my ear just now. How could it be possible when you were so far away?"
"I..." Bing Nandong made a curse with his hand, and the same voice sounded in Fan Zhiyi's ears again. He apologized to him, but this voice made people's scalp tingle no matter how they listened to it.
Bing Nandong said: "Now you know what's going on, right?"
"No, it's not this voice. You must have no way to deal with this ghost, so you use this bad idea to comfort me." Fan Zhiyi wiped the non-existent tears with the back of his hand, looking terrified.
"I really was pretending."
"Not you."
"That's me."
"No!" Fan Zhiyi said firmly.
Bing Nandong: "...Okay."
"Okay, then it's you," Fan Zhiyi agreed reluctantly. "If the ghost that scared me just now suddenly showed up and wanted to kill us, could your old, frail body withstand it?"
Bing Nandong: "..."
I let you scare me, you childish ghost. Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong's speechless expression and thought secretly.
Bing Nandong curled his lips and said, "Since you're scared, then come sit next to me. That way, if something really happens, I can react immediately and protect you."
Fan Zhiyi immediately sat up straight: "I'm not afraid anymore all of a sudden."
Bing Nandong raised his finger and gestured in the air. As he moved, a talisman gradually took shape out of thin air and struck the door of the abandoned temple. Bing Nandong explained, "You won't be afraid now, right? Even if there are ghosts in the temple, I've driven them out."
"..." Fan Zhiyi whispered, "I'm not afraid anymore."
"The robe you are wearing is made of special fabric and has been blessed with talismans. As long as you wear it, ordinary ghosts cannot enter your body."
Fan Zhiyi added, "It's waterproof, but is it fireproof?"
"Um."
"Just give it to me like that?" Usually, this kind of thing is a treasure that only the male protagonist has in novels.
Bing Nandong said lightly, "Yes, I'll go back and make it fit for you."
Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips and said awkwardly, "Thank you."
"I can't hear you."
"...Go to sleep, it will be dawn if you don't sleep now."
"Still want to hear ghost stories?"
"No." After this, Fan Zhiyi once again witnessed the male protagonist's bad character. He treated him as a puppy again, and after this test, Fan Zhiyi found that his courage had not changed after wandering in the haunted house for a few days. He was still a little coward, a little coward who could be scared by the slightest movement.
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