But seeing that the two sides were about to fight again, Fan Zhiyi made up his mind, pushed Xiaoman aside and jumped directly between the two sides. Facing Bing Nandong's sinister eyes, he shuddered and shrank his head.
This scene caught Bing Nandong's eyes, and his deep pupils made people unpredictable.
Fan Zhiyi looked at Zhuang Yujing, then at Bing Nandong, and then, as if determined, he jumped towards Bing Nandong.
Zhuang Yujing pulled him back, pushed him away and threw him to Xiaoman: "Don't get in the way, or I'll throw you to the devil!"
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Please, can you remove the ban on him? He can obviously give both parties a satisfactory explanation.
"Bai Bai, Bai Bai, I think what you said makes sense. Please find a way to let me speak, and I will confess to Bing Nandong right away!"
"The system can't do anything."
"Useless thing." Fan Zhiyi complained.
in vain:"……"
Suddenly, Bing Nandong smiled: "Okay."
Fan Zhiyi still didn't know what his intention was, but he was sure that his motive was not simple. He An reacted very quickly and threw out a spell: "Go!"
Only Bing Nandong and the group of ghosts who dared not act rashly were left alone by the river, guarding the darkness.
Bing Nandong lowered his eyes to look at himself, then looked around, and said to himself: "I scared him again."
***
Zhuang Yujing and He An came prepared. After leaving Tianyunmen, they immediately sent a message to the person who was supposed to pick them up. Taking advantage of the dark night and strong wind, they drove a carriage to a secluded place.
Inside the car, Fan Zhiyi had lost all hope in life. Bing Nandong's word "OK" and expression kept echoing in his mind.
There was definitely something wrong with Bing Nandong. If he had jumped faster, he might have been able to reach him. And why didn't Bing Nandong give him a hand? They could obviously go back to Tianyunmen together. Fan Zhiyi didn't know what Bing Nandong was thinking, whether he wanted to take him away or not.
Moreover, some of the black energy that was entangled with Bing Nandong also overflowed when he was confronting Tiandao, which made people think of many bad things.
"Baibai, do you know what Bingnandong's current situation is like?"
"Didn't you say I was a useless system?"
Fan Zhiyi has always been able to bend and stretch: "How could it be? Baibai is a unique and excellent system in the world. I lost Baibai and I became restless and lost in thought..."
Bai Bai was too lazy to listen to Fan Zhiyi's nonsense. "Bing Nandong is being disturbed by ghost energy. Because of his last misdeeds with the host, his consciousness has weakened. Then, when Lu Changfu led multiple sects to attack, the balance between his spiritual power and ghost energy was broken, and the ghost energy took over. He is now in seclusion."
"So that black energy is actually ghost energy?"
"right."
Fan Zhiyi said "Oh" and sighed, hoping that Bing Nandong was not in any serious condition.
"Host, have you really thought it through?"
"What's up?"
"Nothing." Bai Bai's tone faded. "You had already thought about it a long time ago."
Fan Zhiyi felt that there was something else behind Bai Bai's words: "Are you hiding something from me?"
“…”
He pretended to be dumb again. Unfortunately, Fan Zhiyi was also unable to use this system, so he changed the question: "If the ghost energy completely erodes Bing Nandong, what will happen to him?"
"It will usher in the original ending of the novel."
"What exactly is this ghost energy?" Fan Zhiyi was confused. "Yin energy? But hasn't Bing Nandong always said that he's already a ghost? How could he still be troubled by ghost energy? Could it be that the ghosts in this world of immortal cultivation are special?"
"That's not the case. Bing Nandong is a life form conceived from the union of a ghost and a human, with a unique physique. He previously lived as a human, and his cultivation rapidly accumulated within him. The portion that his body couldn't absorb was automatically stored within him. As a result, after his death, his ghostly aura was activated, absorbing and mobilizing his stored cultivation. His spiritual power was reversed, and he was resurrected as half-human, half-ghost. The more times he died, the more pronounced his ghostly nature became, until he finally gave up his human form and existed completely as a ghost, becoming the bloodthirsty and murderous Ghost King in the book. Ghostly energy, which is the negative emotions and resentment condensed in the world, can strengthen the cultivation of ghosts."
Bing Nandong's self-deprecating tone flashed through Fan Zhiyi's mind, and he murmured, "Is Bing Nandong really not going to die?"
"No, as long as the evil spirits in the world are not dissipated, he will not die."
Where there is gratitude, there is resentment; where there is love, there is hate; all things are interdependent and mutually exclusive.
Fan Zhiyi's fingertips had unknowingly pinched the flesh of his palm, but he felt no pain. After a moment of silence, he finally asked, "Every time Bing Nandong transforms into a ghost, it must be very uncomfortable, right?"
"It's like shedding your skin. There's no risk of death, but it's an ordeal forced upon you. You'll watch as you gradually shed your humanity. If you want to preserve it, you'll need a strong will to fight. If you slack off, you'll fail."
If you still want to ask why he experienced all this, then it was the setting given to him by the author of the novel.
Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips: "How did Bing Nandong die before? Is it related to me?"
"It's very complicated and has little to do with the mission." Bai Bai replied.
Fan Zhiyi was dissatisfied: "So what you just said is related to the mission?"
"It is related to some extent, and it can be considered as a friendly response."
"What are you doing sitting here alone? I've called you several times." Zhuang Yujing walked up to Fan Zhiyi, his eyes full of scrutiny.
It was that scrutinizing gaze again.
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