Fan Zhiyi nodded, and suddenly saw a book hanging ostentatiously by the open window, as if deliberately tempting him to look over.
"Ayu, take a look at what that book is."
Ah Yu floated over and leaned over to stare at the cover: "It was written by Xue Xiuniang."
Fan Zhiyi walked over and turned a page: "Can you read?"
"Of course." A Yu understood what Fan Zhiyi meant and read the page to Fan Zhiyi.
After just hearing the beginning, Fan Zhiyi instantly understood. This was the diary written by Xue Xiuniang. How could her diary be here?
No, what good person would leave a diary in a horror novel? It must be a key clue!
"Father criticized me harshly again today. It must be because I haven't worked hard enough. I will definitely do as Father wishes and become the most powerful person in the entire cultivation world and the only master of the Ghost Gate."
"My father said that if I am not the most perfect one, then there is no meaning in living."
“Why can’t I be perfect?”
"I really want my father to praise me. I really want to hear him admit that I am the perfect candidate."
"Today, my father took me to Tianyun Sect and told me that Bing Nandong is now the most favored candidate among all the immortal sects and clans. I won't accept this! I will definitely surpass him. I should be the most perfect candidate. I am the pride of my father and family!"
"My father beat and scolded me again. I am such a loser. I might as well die."
"Die die die die!"
From here on, the handwriting became particularly messy. Even though Fan Zhiyi was illiterate, he knew that Xue Xiuniang's mentality had changed.
Ah Yu glanced at Fan Zhiyi, clearly frightened as well: "Do you still want to read it?"
Fan Zhiyi replied, "Read it, read it."
"It would be great if I could kill Bing Nandong. Then my father would look at me more."
"Today, my father said that if he had known I would have strangled me to death. Why don't I just die? If I die, will I become a ghost? Will I enter the gates of hell?"
"If I could kill my father, he would probably recognize me. I'm no worse than them. Even if I die, I want to be with everyone. A family should be complete."
“Die die die die…”
The following words were filled with blood-red words of death. Fan Zhiyi's current vocabulary had increased by one, and he could clearly recognize the word "death".
Ah Yu poked his hand and said, "I feel a chill on my back."
Fan Zhiyi asked without thinking, "How can a ghost like you feel cold?"
Ah Yu resisted the urge to hit him and guessed, "So Xue Xiuniang killed the entire Xue family just because she wanted to be with her family? I really don't understand what she was thinking."
Fan Zhiyi was flipping through the notebook, asking A Yu to tell him which pages were about Bing Nandong, and then asked her to read it again.
What master of the Ghost Gate, what candidate? Couldn't Xue Xiuniang write in more detail in her diary? Each entry was just a few words.
Fan Zhiyi was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice Bing Nandong standing behind him. When he was about to close the notebook, a hand reached out from behind and held it down. It was Bing Nandong's voice, slightly puzzled, "Does Xue Xiuniang know me?"
Just as I was saying, how could I write your name in my diary with such hatred without knowing you?
Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong and thought his words were strange: "You can't remember?"
"Um."
Fan Zhiyi kindly turned to the next page: "Look, she wants to kill you."
"There are so many people who want to kill me." Bing Nandong didn't care and looked at Fan Zhiyi meaningfully.
Fan Zhiyi reacted immediately. Wow, his original self was also one of them.
Bing Nandong withdrew his hand: "I can't remember it, let's go."
"If you keep looking, there might be other clues."
Bing Nandong glanced at him and asked, "What other clues do you want?"
Fan Zhiyi worked his not-so-satisfied brain for a moment, then decided to throw the question to Ah Yu, letting the little girl feel a little involved: "Xiao Yu, what other clues do you want?"
"Xiao Yu?" Ah Yu pointed at himself, not very satisfied with the name, "Why do you call me that?"
"Is this the key point? Can we put the focus on the back?" Fan Zhiyi simply thought it was more catchy to say it this way.
Ah Yu folded his hands and puffed up his lips: "No, no."
Bing Nandong was too lazy to listen to Fan Zhiyi's nonsense. He stood in front of him and bent down: "Come up."
Bing Nandong was also a wounded soldier after all. Fan Zhiyi really felt better now, so how could he still have the nerve to rely on him and add to his burden? "I really feel like the medicine is taking effect this time. I feel much better now and can walk on my own."
Fan Zhiyi patted Bing Nandong very naturally and emphasized again: "Really!" After saying that, he chuckled, in return Bing Nandong said "How stupid".
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
Bing Nandong was the first to open the door and walk out. The afterglow of the setting sun served as a backdrop behind him, but it could not cover up the young man's brilliance.
Wait, sunset!
Fan Zhiyi didn't feel that they had stayed in the room for long. He was just reading a diary, so how come it was already dusk?
The clouds in the distance were a mixture of black and orange. The black clouds were flowing and swallowing, making people feel uneasy for no reason.
Bing Nandong saw that Fan Zhiyi hadn't caught up, so he turned around and looked at him, his thin lips parted. "There's no concept of time here, and space is extremely chaotic, so follow closely."
"Okay." Fan Zhiyi was not used to Bing Nandong speaking so softly to him for a while. It seemed that he had become much gentler since he met his junior brothers and sisters. He even scolded him in a soft voice. Was this an occupational disease from the senior brother?
Before we knew it, fog had risen outside again. The fog rose from the lake and spread over, stretching out into the endless corridor, just like the streets at that time.
Fan Zhiyi counted his steps, and when he had walked twenty steps, there was only a faint light around him. He looked up at the sky and found it was dark. He looked behind him and, as expected, it was still the same house.
Fan Zhiyi grabbed Bing Nandong's sleeve and said, "Just like last time, we can't get out just by walking."
The lotus flowers gradually withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the lake water became turbid, bubbling with bubbles.
Bing Nandong gripped his sword tightly and made a quick decision: "Go back to the house first."
"Is that the one in front Xue Xiuniang?" A Yu covered her mouth and exclaimed. A shape that looked neither human nor human appeared faintly in the mist, and in her hand was the kitchen knife that she had dealt with many times.
Based on this distinctive feature, Fan Zhiyi judged: "I think so."
As soon as he finished speaking, the thing began to move with a limp, and then it ran towards him with faster and faster movements. You could hear the rapid and life-threatening sound of its footsteps on the corridor.
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