After saying this, the pen fell to the ground with a click. Fan Zhiyi felt much more refreshed, even his head wasn't so dizzy anymore.
He shook his head again, not daring to look at the female ghost again, but found that the female ghost lowered her head, her black hair covering her face, and she said nothing.
Fan Zhiyi wondered if the female ghost would be speechless because of him, but he saw the female ghost immediately stand up, and then fell to the ground as if her bones were about to fall apart. She dragged her feet towards the kitchen frantically and urgently, and disappeared into the darkness.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Fan Zhiyi felt that the ghost girl's body had become more decayed, and the smell of decay in the room became stronger.
Then, there was the sound of chaotic chewing.
This posture is so scary.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. It was all nonsense, and he didn't believe a single word the female ghost said. He was afraid that she was going to drain all his blood.
What happened to him just now? Was he possessed by a ghost? Why did the other party do this? Oh, right, because she couldn't hurt herself directly.
Fan Zhiyi thought of a rumor he had read before. It was said that if a ghost wanted to enter the residence of a living person, it must find ways to obtain the living person's consent.
So according to this, the female ghost wanted to kill him, but couldn't do it because of the spell, so she needed to seduce him into agreeing?
But is this really feasible for talismans?
Thinking of this, Fan Zhiyi had to consider again the intelligence of Bing Nandong's talisman.
Taking advantage of the fact that the female ghost couldn't notice him, Fan Zhiyi used his movable hand to quietly take out the dagger from his Qiankun bag and put it behind his back. He then used his other hand to pull out the dagger and began to cut the rope.
The rope was tied very tightly, but no matter how tight it was, it was just an ordinary rope and would be cut.
After doing this, Fan Zhiyi finally had a feeling that God would not let him go. He quietly moved his legs to avoid feeling uncomfortable when running later, while waiting for the opportunity to come.
However, the female ghost was very clever. When Fan Zhiyi heard the clattering sound again, he immediately put his hands behind his back and hid the dagger in his blind spot.
The female ghost crawled out with her upper body propped up, her face covered in blood.
Fan Zhiyi suppressed his fear and moved his legs, pretending to be stupid: "My feet are numb, my feet are numb."
The female ghost went back again. This scene reminded Fan Zhiyi of the BOSS in horror games, which would come out to chase and scare people once certain conditions were triggered.
There was a stench of fish and blood all around, and Fan Zhiyi didn't want to know what the female ghost was eating at all.
He kept comforting himself and building up his mental strength. Then Fan Zhiyi ran out of the door. He didn't care about the rain blocking his vision. There was only one word in his mind.
run!
He didn't know whether the female ghost had caught up with him, nor did he know where the female ghost had caught up to or how long it would take for her to catch him. He just ran around in circles with injuries all over his body to give himself a chance to survive.
Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi felt that all the buildings in front of him looked familiar. As he ran to the corridor and saw the familiar ghost hand, Fan Zhiyi suddenly realized.
This is the haunted house, Xue’s house. He was actually brought here by a female ghost!
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Fan Zhiyi felt that these ghost hands seemed to have become longer. They were just on the surface of the water before, and it took a lot of effort to reach the corridor, but now, he could vaguely see all kinds of hideous faces emerging.
Without thinking twice, Fan Zhiyi clenched the talisman in his hand and walked skillfully through the corridor, returning to where it all began, the room that Bai Bai once said had a magic circle drawn with incense ash.
The candle inside had gone out. Fan Zhiyi closed the door, squatted in the corner, curled himself up into a ball, covered his mouth and breathed slowly, feeling the unusual rhythm in his chest.
His injured hand was trembling. Fan Zhiyi's lips were pale due to excessive blood loss, and he felt cold and sleepy.
He pinched himself hard, the pain made him sober up a lot, then he picked up the dagger and carefully planned to go to the bed to use some dry cloth to treat the wound.
But before Fan Zhiyi could make any move, he saw a person suddenly sitting up on the bed. No, it should be a ghost.
She got out of bed. Fan Zhiyi thought the other party was coming for him, so he hurriedly took out another talisman and held it in his hand, then held the dagger tightly and pointed it at the ghost.
However, the ghost didn't even look at him. It walked straight to the stool, stepped on it and hung its head on the white silk. It kicked over the stool and kicked its feet randomly until it was completely motionless, with its whole body hanging in the air, swaying.
Fan Zhiyi was stunned. He saw the ghost facing him head-on, with its tongue stretched out long. It suddenly opened its eyes and then disappeared.
Then, another figure on the bed sat up, got out of bed, stepped on a stool, and hanged himself.
Fan Zhiyi swallowed his saliva, but ultimately didn't dare to step forward to interrupt the ghost's self-torturing repetitive hanging.
But his clothes were already wet, and Fan Zhiyi had no choice but to cut off the innermost clothes that were still barely clean. He felt the wound, gasped in pain, and tremblingly applied all the medicine given by Bing Nandong without thinking.
This time, Fan Zhiyi was sweating all over due to the pain. He clenched his teeth tightly and did not make any sound.
After doing all this, he was exhausted. Fan Zhiyi didn't want to waste the hard-earned talisman, so he held the wet talisman and the dagger in one hand, and held the newly taken talisman in the other hand. Looking at the woman who was still hanging, he forced himself to keep his attention and stare at her, for fear that this ghost would be unethical and launch a sneak attack.
The rain outside was dripping, and Fan Zhiyi couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep.
When I woke up again, I was awakened by a gentle female voice: "Hey, hey, wake up, you can't sleep anymore, you will die if you sleep any longer."
"Hey, wake up."
Fan Zhiyi opened his eyes drowsily and felt his whole body was hot and cold, like a world of ice and fire.
The figure in front of him was blurry. Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes and opened them again, then immediately shrank back and raised the dagger in his hand towards her: "Don't come over!"
The woman was obviously afraid of this thing. She covered her face with her hands and backed away: "If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't have called you just now. Put it away quickly, I'm scared!"
Fan Zhiyi did not retract it immediately. He bravely looked around and found that the man who was hanged was still hanging and the rain outside was still falling.
Fan Zhiyi then tentatively put down the dagger and clenched the talisman in his hand. When he spoke, his throat felt a little uncomfortable and hoarse: "Who are you?"
"You can call me Ah Yu. Like her, I'm one of the ghosts trapped in this house." Ah Yu pointed at the hanged female ghost. Seeing that Fan Zhiyi no longer had much hostility, she squatted down and looked directly at him. "What about you? Why are you in this house?"
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