Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi felt a chill on his back and found that Bing Nandong was staring at him. He immediately smiled guiltily.
"You told He An that you wanted to go to Jiuwanli?"
"No, no, no, of course not!" Fan Zhiyi held up three fingers and said earnestly, "I swear."
Bing Nandong sneered: "Ha."
Well, he still looks angry.
Fan Zhiyi shut up obediently and looked around. Wait, why did this road seem so familiar to him? Isn't this the way back to the town and to Xue's house?
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but move closer to Bing Nandong and asked nervously, "Aren't we going back to the Tianyunmen camp?"
"I have something else to do. I need to go to Xue's house."
"Ah?" Fan Zhiyi's heart sank instantly. Although he was rescued now, he still had a shadow over that place. Besides, it was so dark now, why did he have to go there at this time?
"Hold it." Bing Nandong said, "Black cats are used to ward off evil spirits."
"But the ancestor doesn't want to either." Fan Zhiyi was a little sad. He had gone through so much trouble to bring it home, but it turned out that this cat was really hard to serve.
Bing Nandong didn't allow him to refute and directly handed Xiao Hei to Fan Zhiyi. As Xiao Hei stretched out his claws and aimed at Fan Zhiyi, Bing Nandong whispered, "Be good."
Miraculously, Xiao Hei rubbed against Bing Nandong, meowed, and was obediently hugged by Fan Zhiyi.
Because one of his hands was injured, Fan Zhiyi could only drag the baby with his other hand, but Xiao Hei was still young, small in size and light in weight.
"Bingnandong, I want to learn this!" Fan Zhiyi stared at Bingnandong with sparkling eyes. "I also want the cat to be so nice to me. Can you teach me?"
“It can’t be taught.”
He didn't know if it was Fan Zhiyi's illusion, but he felt that Bing Nandong smiled, and then he took out a portable lantern from somewhere and lit it up with a spell.
Ah Yu was blinded by the light and hid behind Fan Zhiyi: "What kind of light is this?"
Bing Nandong answered without mercy: "Exorcist."
Ah Yu: “…”
Bing Nandong slowed down his pace and explained side by side with Fan Zhiyi, "It will only make nearby ghosts that want to come over feel uncomfortable. Just don't look directly at it or get close to it."
Fan Zhiyi glanced at Ah Yu, who was about to transform into a vengeful ghost and pounce on Bing Nandong to kill him, and whispered to Bing Nandong, "Isn't this a bit rude to Xiaoyu?"
"This town has already been polluted by the ghost energy of the Xue residence. All the evil spirits that escaped from the Xue residence have been sealed inside. The situation has become even worse in the past two days. Are you sure you don't need to exorcise the ghost?"
Taking into consideration Bing Nandong's face-conscious personality and injuries, Fan Zhiyi thought it was better to mind his own business and nodded.
Bing Nandong continued, "Besides, it's too dark. You won't be able to see the road clearly. Later, the whole town will be filled with ghosts."
"Okay, little fish, I'll trouble you for a while."
Ah Yu turned his resentful gaze towards Fan Zhiyi: "You are a traitor who forgets his loyalty for the sake of beauty!"
After a while, Bing Nandong glanced at Fan Zhiyi beside him and couldn't help but ask casually, "Don't you want to eat the osmanthus cake? It tastes better when it's hot."
Fan Zhiyi was afraid that if something urgent happened while he was eating, he wouldn't be able to escape in time. "I just had dinner and I'm too full. I need to digest it for a while first."
After entering the town, it was just as Bing Nandong said. The road ahead was not visible, and the lamp in Bing Nandong's hand only illuminated layers of flowing fog.
Bing Nandong set up a barrier to cover the two people and the ghost. His steps were firm, which made people feel more at ease.
But Fan Zhiyi was still a little worried about Bing Nandong's injury. However, if he asked, he would definitely get the answer that it had healed a long time ago. Fan Zhiyi could even recite Bing Nandong's answer.
I originally wanted to ask Zhuang Yujing about Bing Nandong's injuries, but I never met him. Every time I met him, Bing Nandong was already at the scene.
Come to think of it, it seems that Zhuang Yujing will appear shortly after Bing Nandong appears every time. Did he install a locator on Bing Nandong?
"Why are you so quiet today?" Bing Nandong suddenly spoke. Fan Zhiyi thought he was hallucinating. He turned his head and found that Bing Nandong was still looking straight ahead.
Could it really be an illusion?
Seeing that Fan Zhiyi didn't answer, Bing Nandong opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping himself, repeating it several times before finally saying in a calm voice, "I see you and He An talk a lot."
"Huh? Not really. I've always been quite talkative, but I was just thinking about something."
"What big thing can you think of?"
Fan Zhiyi: “…” The moment he opened his mouth, his tone made people want to beat him up.
Bing Nandong lowered his eyes to look at him and smiled gently: "I suddenly thought of a story. Can I tell you?"
"Can I refuse?"
"A man was woken up by the sound of iron chains at night. He didn't dare to look, so he hid in the room and listened to the sound of the iron chains moving back and forth outside, as if a person was being dragged back and forth. The next day, he heard that the old man in the neighbor's house who had been bedridden and hanging on to his last breath had died mysteriously last night." Bing Nandong lowered his voice and spoke in a light tone.
Fan Zhiyi felt uneasy, but he still bravely asked, "So that sound of iron chains last night was meant to take my life?"
"There's another one..."
"You have to tell ghost stories here so late at night, don't you?"
"Don't stories like this require atmosphere? I think the atmosphere is pretty good right now."
"That's good. I can't sleep again tonight." Fan Zhiyi might be scared when he heard it, but he would definitely be scared before going to bed. After all, he is a level ten imagination player, and he would really keep imagining the scenes before going to bed.
I thought Bing Nandong would try to scare him, but Bing Nandong just said, "If you're so scared, it will be easy for people to see you when you return to Tianyun Sect."
"Oh." If that's the case, then the original body was indeed quite brave. With this kind of physique and not knowing how to practice, he still wanted to assassinate Bing Nandong and even followed him to Xue's house.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but feel a little curious about what kind of person his original body was, but he didn't dare to ask Bing Nandong, for fear of bringing up the bad memories that he had finally stopped caring about.
Along the way, Bing Nandong did not tell any ghost stories to scare Fan Zhiyi, and they arrived at their destination not long after.
In the hazy fog, you can see a group of people gathered in front of Xue's house. A faint golden light enveloped the house, and the sound of chanting seemed to be heard from far away.
As he got closer, Fan Zhiyi still felt a little guilty. He was really afraid that the door would swallow him up and the nightmare would continue.
Bing Nandong handed him the lamp and said, "These are all great monks from the mountain temple. You don't have to be afraid here."
Realizing that Bing Nandong was looking at him in a bad mood and trying to comfort him, Fan Zhiyi smiled and said, "I'm fine."
"Cat... can you still hold it?"
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