A Yu stared at the two of them with wide eyes, then met Bing Nandong's gaze and looked away awkwardly.
"Is Xue Xiuniang really dead this time?"
"Yeah." Bing Nandong didn't sound happy. "But her resentment is so strong that it will take some time for it to completely dissipate. In this case, it's all her own fault."
Fan Zhiyi didn't understand the meaning of this setting, but he respected it. However, Xue Xiuniang's last words made Fan Zhiyi feel nauseous. He wondered if Bing Nandong was in a bad mood because of this.
So Fan Zhiyi tried to enlighten her: "Don't take Xue Xiuniang's words to heart."
"What?"
"...Nothing." Seven seconds of memory, not bad. "Are you still going to find an exit this time? Don't worry, there won't be any ghosts holding you back this time. You shouldn't faint like last time."
But the next second, Fan Zhiyi started worrying about something else: "But you're injured. What if you faint from overexertion? This time, I just need to drag you out of the haunted house and wait for rescue, right? I still have one, two, three talismans here. You can give me one when the time comes."
"Do you believe I'll throw you down?"
Fan Zhiyi shook his head sincerely: "I don't believe it." This guy is just a little bit awkward and a little sharp-tongued, but he has a good heart.
Fortunately, as if he was deliberately going against Fan Zhiyi, Bing Nandong did not feel any discomfort this time.
However, they had just escaped from the tiger's den and fell into the wolf's lair. This time they didn't know where they were, and many ghosts lost their minds and fled everywhere.
It was important to leave here now, so Bing Nandong had to set up a barrier to resist and went upstream with Fan Zhiyi and A Yu.
Suddenly, everything was split apart, and Fan Zhiyi watched as everything around him fell off again like skin.
Bing Nandong accepted the barrier gift, and raindrops began to fall on Fan Zhiyi's head, feeling cold to the touch, which also became evidence of the authenticity.
Before them stood a white-haired old man, dressed in Tianyun Sect attire. He began by accusing them, "How could a mere Xue family have brought you to this state?"
"My academic knowledge is not very good." Bing Nandong did not stand up.
Fan Zhiyi was unhappy when he heard it. Hey, it's just a Xue's house. I'll give it to you and see if you can handle it. You want to rescue, right? You come so late. Why don't you come a little later? You're so enthusiastic to pick up the ready-made things after it's all over.
Although he thought so in his heart, Fan Zhiyi would not say it out loud. He didn't care about anything else and immediately imitated Bing Nandong, casually put his hands together and bowed.
The elder glanced at Fan Zhiyi and sneered, "You've been away for a few days, and you've even forgotten your etiquette and are still entangled with a little devil."
The elder made a hand gesture, and Bing Nandong immediately spoke up, "Second Elder, she has no bad intentions. She is simply trapped here and cannot escape."
The elder did not stop, and Fan Zhiyi stood in front of A Yu.
"Get out of the way!" said the elder.
Fan Zhiyi didn't move.
The second elder narrowed his eyes and was actually going to deal with Fan Zhiyi and A Yu together. Bing Nandong clenched the sword in his hand, his back straight, like an arrow ready to be shot.
The second elder glanced at Bing Nandong, and this time Bing Nandong faced him without any hesitation.
As the situation became tense, a voice was heard from afar: "Hey, isn't this Bing Nandong, the man you Tianyun Sect always praised? How did he become so miserable? However, I think what Bing Nandong said makes sense. Even ghosts have good and bad sides. Unlike some people who pretend to be immortals, but are actually rotten at heart."
Fan Zhiyi looked over and saw a black-haired old man wearing Jiuwanli clothing coming over with several disciples.
Okay, Fan Zhiyi instantly guessed that there might be a fierce battle next.
The elder's face darkened even further. He waved his sleeves and scolded Bing Nandong, "What are you still doing here? You are the eldest brother, you should lead by example. The disciples are all waiting for your instructions outside."
"Yes." Bing Nandong bowed respectfully again before taking Fan Zhiyi away from this troubled place.
Bing Nandong didn't actually walk very fast. Fan Zhiyi and A Yu followed behind him and both tactfully stopped talking.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't see clearly in the darkness, so he naturally didn't notice Bing Nandong's pale face and fatigue. He only saw the boy's straight back and thin figure, and suddenly felt a little inexplicably uncomfortable.
This feeling was very strange, so Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but want to walk faster, preferably walking side by side with him.
The road was slippery due to the rain. Fan Zhiyi was still sick and his legs went weak, and he almost fell into a puddle. A Yu subconsciously reached out to rescue him, but the next second, Bing Nandong turned around and caught his arm with his hand.
When their eyes met, Fan Zhiyi felt that Bing Nandong's eyes were even darker than the night, hiding everything.
"Don't let other people see the talisman." Bing Nandong said without any context.
Fan Zhiyi squeezed the talisman he was still holding, responded to him, and stood up.
Bing Nandong then instructed, "Go out in a moment. I'll order my disciples to take you to treat your wound first."
Fan Zhiyi cleverly caught the omission: "What about you?"
"I still have to deal with the other vengeful spirits in the Xue residence."
"But your injury..." Facing Bing Nandong's gaze, Fan Zhiyi shut his mouth.
Bing Nandong said: "I have never been hurt."
The aura in the haunted house covered up the bloody smell on Bing Nandong's body. The rain washed away all traces, leaving nothing behind.
Bing Nandong was no longer the Bing Nandong that Fan Zhiyi knew. He was no longer bickering or arrogant. Instead, he was dignified and steady, as if he could hold up the sky even if it collapsed.
Fan Zhiyi guessed that he felt uncomfortable after being scolded by his elders. The young man had a strong sense of self-esteem, so he cleared his throat and said, "Thanks to you this time, otherwise I would have become the ghost girl's meal. Our eldest brother is so handsome, so powerful, and so brave." Fan Zhiyi gave him a thumbs up.
Bing Nandong glanced at him and said, "If you can't praise me, don't do it. It makes me uncomfortable."
Well, it was still the same Bing Nandong. Fan Zhiyi felt that he shouldn't have provoked him.
But unexpectedly, Bing Nandong continued, "If Xue Xiuniang hadn't forcibly used immortal sect magic to weaken her strength, I would have been tied with her. Since she is already deceased, she shouldn't be trying to reverse the Tian Gang and reverse yin and yang."
"Alas, the dead always want to be reborn," Fan Zhiyi continued. "Life is full of regrets. But all in all, Xue Xiuniang got a great deal, biting me twice!"
Speaking of this, Fan Zhiyi's feet started to hurt. This girl always bit him very hard. Last time it was his hands, this time it was his feet. It hurt so much.
But fortunately, it's all over.
Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief, relieving the depression in his heart, and then he decided to continue helping the frustrated teenager regain his confidence out of humanitarian concern.
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