Zhuang Yujing said, "Let's do as we agreed before, except for the addition of a 'female guard.'" He glanced at Fan Zhiyi and said, "You'd better behave yourself. You probably don't want to experience the feeling of the immortal rope a second time."
"Why are you so hostile to me? Is it because I'm going to form a pact with Bing Nandong?" Fan Zhiyi more or less heard the subtle words that Zhuang Yujing was trying to use against him, but he really didn't understand.
Zhuang Yujing snorted, "I'm just hostile to you, for no reason. Also, don't trust others easily in the future, and don't just follow them around. It's easy to get deceived."
"Gao Xiao..." He wasn't resisting, nor was he submitting. He must be mentally ill, but Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to say so. "What do you mean?"
"It's nothing special, just remember it."
What a weird person, Fan Zhiyi thought, no matter how much he kept arguing, he would never get to the bottom of it.
After that they rested and set off as planned the next day. They tried to pay as little attention as possible during these days, for fear that Bing Nandong would post notices and search for him later, but the strange thing was that everything was as usual and extremely calm.
Not long after leaving Tianyun Gate, they changed back into their clothes. In order to allow Cen Jun to adapt to the current world of immortal cultivation as soon as possible, and also out of caution, they bought a new carriage in the forest, with Xiaoman driving.
Cen Jun had fully recovered after a night's sleep, and he and Fan Zhiyi struck up a good conversation on the way. He Anhui continued explaining the situation in the immortal cultivation world, which he hadn't finished explaining the previous night. Fan Zhiyi listened silently, completely immersed in this world of immortal cultivation.
Since entering the novel, Fan Zhiyi has been confined to a small place and has never truly experienced the world of the book.
Until now, I heard He An say that because the seal of the Ghost Gate has been loosening, the power of evil spirits has been increasing. Now there are incidents of evil spirits hurting people every day, and people die every day.
It was rainy and overcast, and Fan Zhiyi had a creepy feeling every night. He always felt that someone was watching him, but once he found out, he would lift the car curtain and look outside, but there was no one there, and the feeling disappeared.
At first, Fan Zhiyi suspected that it was Bing Nandong, and asked Bai Bai. The news he got was that Bing Nandong was still in seclusion. Bai Bai also sent the location and images to Fan Zhiyi.
Seeing the person in the image, Fan Zhiyi felt a mix of emotions. First, he was worried about Bing Nandong's health. Second, despite being a bit petty, Fan Zhiyi was still obsessed with Bing Nandong's words during their last meeting, wondering if he had actually seen the note he'd left.
It is easy to find out about the final ending of the farce of Tianyun Sect. Everyone in the world of immortal cultivation praised Bing Nandong, saying that he solved the Tianyun Sect rebels who had been causing chaos, and at the same time injured the leader of Fusha Sect. He is the one who has the greatest hope of becoming an immortal, ending the Guimen Rebellion, and bringing clarity to the world of immortal cultivation.
A few days later, Fan Zhiyi and his friends arrived at a new town and stayed in the best inn.
It was revealed that both the inn at Tianyunmen and this one were owned by Jiuwanli. Zhuang Yujing acted with magnanimity, and even while on the run, he tried his best to avoid hardship.
The rain lasted for several days. At night, after Fan Zhiyi had dinner with them as usual, he lay alone on the windowsill of the room and looked outside. There was actually nothing to see because of the rain. In addition, this place was not like Tianyunmen. At night, every household had their doors and windows closed, and talismans were posted outside the houses. It felt a bit like the deserted cities that Fan Zhiyi had seen in horror games before, creating a gloomy atmosphere.
The rain was pattering, and Fan Zhiyi, bored, reached out a hand to catch it. Because of the heat, he was only wearing a shirt, with his trouser legs and sleeves rolled up, and his hair tied back with a hairpin.
The door behind him opened, and Xiaoman walked in and placed a bowl of mung bean soup on the table: "Sir, it was hot and stuffy earlier, and no one ate much, so the Sect Master asked the kitchen to make this."
Fan Zhiyi withdrew his hand and shook it, then walked over, sat down, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and put it in his mouth: "Sweet! It tastes good. Have you tried it?"
"The Sect Master and the others are eating on the first floor. There's still plenty left. If you'd like, please come down and eat with us."
"Okay, I'll close the window and come down, otherwise if it rains heavily later, the rain will probably blow into the house." Fan Zhiyi went to open the window, and suddenly glanced up, and it seemed that there was someone standing on the street outside.
Thinking it was an illusion, Fan Zhiyi looked again and realized it was not an illusion, there was actually someone standing there holding an umbrella!
The raindrops were dripping, and the dark clouds seemed to have dispersed at some point. The moonlight shone on the raindrops falling on the umbrella, and slid down the edge of the umbrella like crystal tears.
The man looked solemn and cold against the gray-white wall behind him. Fan Zhiyi shuddered when he met his eyes. He knew he was looking at him, but the strong emotions in his eyes were as sticky as a snake and as damp as the rain.
Fan Zhiyi saw the other party's desire for him, as if he wanted to chew his bones into pieces and hide his entire body into one with him.
Fan Zhiyi was frightened by this thought. He opened his mouth but made no sound. He just silently said, "Bing Nandong."
The other person didn't move and had no expression. When he heard him calling him, the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch slightly, and he smiled slightly. He just looked at him.
Xiaoman saw Fan Zhiyi standing there and walked over to him, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay!" Fan Zhiyi reacted and there was no need to close the window. He just turned over and used his spiritual power. He was now proficient in the movement of spiritual power and basic techniques, so jumping from the second floor was not a big problem.
Bing Nandong's pale face became clearer and clearer, but his body was gradually disappearing.
His eyes were fixed on Fan Zhiyi. When Fan Zhiyi landed on the ground, Bing Nandong turned into a ball of black gas, merged into the rain, and disappeared.
There was only a wall in front of Fan Zhiyi, and everything seemed to be happening in a dream.
Fan Zhiyi stood in the rain and blinked before coming to his senses: "Baibai, was that Bing Nandong just now?"
"Yes, the system saw it, but it didn't detect the male protagonist's presence."
Fan Zhiyi felt his breathing quicken. Bing Nandong had given him an overly dangerous feeling just now, which made him subconsciously feel scared. In Fan Zhiyi's impression, Bing Nandong had never been like this before. What on earth was going on?
"Is this really him? Could it be a ghost?" Fan Zhiyi asked. Isn't it said that ghosts will transform into the appearance of the person you think of and try their best to take you away from the world of the living?
But Fan Zhiyi felt something was wrong. He didn't know why, but he was certain that the person was Bing Nandong. A mixture of worry and fear rose in his heart, making Fan Zhiyi extremely uneasy. He always felt that some uncontrollable change had occurred in Bing Nandong, and he remembered what Bai Bai had said about the transformation into a ghost.
Want to see him.
Fan Zhiyi felt that for some reason, he just wanted to see him and touch him in reality, only then would he feel at ease.
I am really crazy.
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