Fan Zhiyi clenched his hands, extremely anxious. He saw the others coming forward to show off their skills, but the female ghost was not in a good state. It seemed that compared to her previous madness, her moves now had some tricks.
Wait, Fan Zhiyi quickly scanned everyone and found a problem, where is Qin Shuan?
Thinking of this, Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt a chill. He felt that something was not good behind him. Almost instinctively, he turned around and raised his hand to grab the sword, but it stopped above his head.
Fan Zhiyi saw Qin Shuan's almost crazy look. He was even more scary than the female ghost.
No, buddy, your teammates are all fighting down there. Not only do you not help, but you come up here to kill me. What are you trying to do?
Fan Zhiyi tried desperately to hold up his hands, but his knees bent under the pressure and he almost fell to the ground.
Qin Shuan stared at Fan Zhiyi with bloodshot eyes, muttering: "Go to hell, die, die..."
Fan Zhiyi raised his foot and used his knee to hit him hard in the lower body, accidentally cutting his hand. Fan Zhiyi thought it was terrible, and took advantage of the pain to run away.
The second floor was a straight corridor with locked rooms. Fan Zhiyi did not expect anyone in other rooms to be willing to rescue him. After all, the fight outside was in full swing, but the inn was still as silent as death.
He ran to the first floor, trying to find a place to hide, but then Fan Zhiyi was frozen. He felt as if an invisible hand was pinching his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The cry for help was strangled in his throat. Fan Zhiyi finally realized how weak he was in this world. He thought he would not survive the night, but then he heard Qin Shuan's sinister voice behind him: "I have a better way, a way that won't arouse suspicion."
Qin Shuan raised the sword in his hand, and the sword flashed, cutting open the scar on Fan Zhiyi's arm that was about to heal. Blood dripped out, and then cut Fan Zhiyi's hand with blood.
***
Zhuang Yujing closed his eyes and felt his consciousness gradually becoming chaotic. The curse in his mouth floated far away. Many things flashed through his mind, and finally stopped at a woman's face.
He felt that he was about to see clearly, and then he felt that the other party seemed to smile slightly and mutter something.
It was not until he was pulled backward by Bing Nandong's red rope that Zhuang Yujing came to his senses. He looked at the disciples who fell on both sides, some from Jiuwanli and some from Tianyunmen, all of them were injured.
Zhuang Yujing patted his head which was still aching. He felt fainter and fainter. He didn't know what was going on, but he saw the female ghost approaching them step by step with a kitchen knife in her hand.
Suddenly, the female ghost seemed to smell something and ran towards the inn very quickly. Bing Nandong struggled to stand up, controlled the sword, and inserted it into the female ghost's back, nailing it to the wall.
Immediately afterwards, five or six arrows were fired in succession, pinning the ghost girl's limbs and making her unable to move temporarily.
Zhuang Yujing shook his head: "What happened to me just now?"
"I'm under control." Bing Nandong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his wet hair stuck to his forehead and the sides of his face.
Judging from the female ghost's reaction, something must have happened to Fan Zhiyi, so we have to find him quickly.
Zhuang Yujing was incredulous after hearing this: "Me? Being controlled? Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could she control someone? No, Bing Nandong, we can only suppress her temporarily. Let's go first and wait for rescue."
"Okay, I'll go find Fan Zhiyi."
Speak of the devil and he appears. Fan Zhiyi was pushed out of the door, staggered a few steps and fell heavily to the ground. The rain splashed on his clothes. When he fell, he pressed on his injured hand. The pain made Fan Zhiyi shudder, and he couldn't scream.
He looked in the direction of the fall and saw Qin Shuan slowly smiling with a relieved look, his figure gradually submerged in shadows.
The blood on his arm mixed with the rain and spread onto the ground. Fan Zhiyi supported himself on the ground with one hand and trembled uncontrollably in pain.
He looked up and saw Bing Nandong, who was rarely so panicked. He almost rushed towards him, but couldn't even stand up.
The rest of the people were not in a much better situation. They couldn't even protect themselves, so how could they guard against such a glaring target like him?
Looking at the female ghost again, the blood made her extremely excited. She pulled her hand out of the arrow with all her might, not feeling the pain from the bloody holes on her body at all.
Her eyes were fixed on Fan Zhiyi, as if she was staring at something in her pocket. Such a cold and heartless look made people think of death and despair.
Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth, but found that he still couldn't speak.
Damn Qin Shuan, if he could come back alive this time, he would never let him go! If possible, Fan Zhiyi really wanted to hang this bloody arm on Qin Shuan and die with him.
But Fan Zhiyi wanted to live. Although it was normal to give up and think that the worst that could happen was death, he still wanted to live.
Staying alive is everyone's lifelong pursuit.
Besides, Xiaobao and others were in the inn, so he couldn't do that.
Everything slowed down in Fan Zhiyi's eyes, including the female ghost's attacking movements and every expression of Bing Nandong.
Fan Zhiyi remembered clearly what Bing Nandong said, that the talisman could not get wet, so he held the talisman tightly.
It’s raining at this time, it’s a hell of a time, I’m afraid that God is going to kill me!
Fan Zhiyi suddenly turned over and stood up, rushing into the woods outside the city, running away from the group with his bloody arm.
Damn, Fan Zhiyi really didn't know he still had this kind of selfless spirit. Bing Nandong, when will the rescue you mentioned arrive? Where's the day and a half you promised? Where's the day and a half you promised?
"Fan Zhiyi!" Bing Nandong recalled his sword and stood up, staggering to follow.
Wu Bo shouted, "Big Brother, leave him be!"
Zhuang Yujing supported Bing Nandong: "Are you really going to die? Wait a little longer..."
Bing Nandong broke free and chased after him, gritting his teeth. Zhuang Yujing was so angry that he wanted to curse. He picked up his weapon and ordered, "If the support team arrives, have them all go to Xue's house!"
"Master!"
"Don't follow me, this ghost is very strange!"
The dark forest seemed to have opened its mouth, waiting for Fan Zhiyi, the fat lamb, to fall into the trap.
The wind was whistling in his ears, and Fan Zhiyi ran without any sense of direction. He only knew that he could not stop. The cold air spread throughout his body, and Fan Zhiyi felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. This temperature was simply abnormal in this weather.
One explanation for the sudden drop in temperature is that it signifies the approach of ghosts.
Fan Zhiyi could only grab the life-saving talisman and run as fast as he could. In fact, he had to thank the pitch-black environment. Although the darkness would make people uneasy, after he determined the goal of getting rid of the female ghost, he focused on achieving it. Not being able to see other ugly ghosts at least gave him some psychological comfort and the courage to continue escaping.
Besides, the kitchen knife ghost is an old acquaintance. I see her often, so no matter how scary she is, I am familiar with her.
No way!
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