Fan Zhiyi asked, "Do you want to split the bill?" It didn't feel right to always let Bing Nandong pay, even though the spirit stones in his Qiankun bag were also given by him.
"AA?"
"We'll split the cost equally."
"Oh."
The answer was expected. Fan Zhiyi sometimes felt that he was quite thick-skinned.
After a simple meal and washing up, Fan Zhiyi fell asleep in bed in a short while. Not long after, he was woken up by Bing Nandong again. Fan Zhiyi rubbed his eyes and found Bing Nandong standing by the window with his hair loose and wearing a robe. A Yu was also standing beside him, looking like he was enjoying the show.
Bing Nandong waved at him: "Come here."
Fan Zhiyi once wondered if he was dreaming. He had a bad feeling and kept shaking his head.
Bing Nandong said: "There is a good thing."
Ah Yu nodded vigorously: "Really, really!"
Fan Zhiyi was half-believing and half-doubting. Ah Yu went to the window and looked down and exclaimed, "Wow!" "This is so exciting! There are people arguing downstairs. It seems like they are about to fight. Look, look!"
Fan Zhiyi got out of bed and walked to the bedside, then: "..."
Bing Nandong stopped him from speaking: "Don't shout."
Fan Zhiyi could only open his eyes wide in horror, and then was forced to calm down. He couldn't even scream now.
There was a figure walking hesitantly in the courtyard of the inn, facing the window of Fan Zhiyi and the others, walking back and forth repeating the same path. His steps were strange, his figure was crooked, and his neck was very long.
The inn was only illuminated by candlelight in the four corners, which added to the eerie atmosphere.
When the owner of the figure turned around, Fan Zhiyi finally saw the other half of the intact face. It was a bloody mess, and even the eyes, mouth and nose seemed to be rubbed together.
No one knew what was coming out of its mouth. It was a sound similar to a hoarse humming, like the cry of the most desperate person whose throat was strangled.
Fan Zhiyi instantly thought of Xue Xiuniang, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he couldn't help but want to step back.
Bing Nandong said: "He is looking for you."
Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong with wide eyes to express his fear and confusion.
"I sensed a yin energy when I arrived at this inn, and it didn't disappoint me. It looks a bit like the body Xue Xiuniang put together, right?"
Fan Zhiyi was speechless. He felt like he was breaking down. The memories of Xue Xiuniang came flooding back, mostly her horrible appearance, agile figure and the kitchen knife flashing with cold light.
Bing Nandong continued, "Ghosts are extremely sensitive to extremely dark things, but the inn is crowded with people and the atmosphere is mixed, plus I'm here, so it can only sense you are here and doesn't dare to come forward."
As if he understood Fan Zhiyi's expression, Bing Nandong explained, "He was looking for a replacement. I think he was also captured as a replacement. He jumped to his death from some room in this inn."
Hearing about something and seeing it with your own eyes are two completely different things; hearing and watching at the same time is another level of terror. Bing Nandong anticipated that Fan Zhiyi would retreat, so he grabbed him by the back of his collar.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't understand why Bing Nandong and A Yu were so bored that they asked him to come watch a ghost looking for a substitute so late at night. He looked at A Yu, who quickly distanced herself from the matter: "Bing Nandong's idea. He said he wanted to train your courage."
Okay, build up your courage.
In fact, you get used to it after seeing it for a long time, Fan Zhiyi thought so. He finally calmed down, but the next second, the ghost suddenly stared straight at his room with its neck stretched out, as if judging something, and then suddenly sped up and came in this direction.
Fan Zhiyi grabbed Bing Nandong's sleeve and found that he could speak: "He's coming upstairs!"
Bing Nandong remained calm and collected. He glanced out the window, making sure there was nothing left to test Fan Zhiyi's courage. He unsheathed the sword on the table, then sheathed it again after a few seconds. He closed the window and said, "Go to sleep."
A Yu also retreated: "Look, I just said it, if there is something exciting downstairs, Zhiyi will definitely come over."
Fan Zhiyi: “…” Thank you for understanding me so well.
Fan Zhiyi had been awakened from his nap and was now very alert. He lay in bed, not wanting to close his eyes or sleep.
Apart from anything else, the appearance of that ghost is really shocking.
Fan Zhiyi looked at Ayu and asked, "Why is Ayu so good-looking, while the other ghosts are so miserable?"
Bing Nandong: "..."
This was Fan Zhiyi's third time staying at the inn, and each time the experience was not very pleasant. Fan Zhiyi sat up and said, "I'll blow out the candle later. Leave it for now."
Bing Nandong glanced at him and asked, "Are you scared?"
“A little.”
"Then practice more."
That means he will have countless ghost-seeing experiences in the future, which is really a ghost.
Fan Zhiyi began to feel a little hopeless about the future. He took out his beloved treasure talisman and began to sadly think of sticking it on the door to make himself feel more at ease. "Will sticking it like this have any effect on A Yu?"
"She'll be kicked out."
So Fan Zhiyi was forced to give up the idea of sticking the talisman. He held the talisman in his hand, walked back to the bed, took off his shoes and prepared to lie down again.
Seeing him like this, Bing Nandong said, "With me here, what are you afraid of?"
Fan Zhiyi sighed, "You don't understand." Then he looked at Bing Nandong pitifully, "Can you not blow out the lights tonight?"
"……Can."
Seeing that Fan Zhiyi was really scared, Ah Yu patted his chest and comforted him, "Don't worry, if anything really happens, I will protect you."
Fan Zhiyi sighed again and tried to fall asleep for a while, but found that he still couldn't fall asleep. He called out softly, "Bing Nandong, are you asleep?"
"No."
"Give Xiao Hei a name."
"Isn't Xiao Hei its name?"
"This is a nickname, but we still need to choose a full name. I thought of several while riding in the carriage today: Nanshan, Baisui, Changsheng, and Fulu. Which one do you think is good?"
Ah Yu asked him, "Why do you think of Nanshan?"
"May you live as long as the Southern Mountains." Fan Zhiyi explained.
Bing Nandong said: "In the world of immortal cultivation, living to be a hundred years old is considered a short life."
Ah Yu rubbed his chin and thought for a while, not very satisfied: "I don't think it's all good."
Fan Zhiyi was playing it off: "Anyway, I can only think of these four. I actually quite like the name Nanshan."
"Nanshan." Bing Nandong said, almost following Fan Zhiyi's words.
Fan Zhiyi replied: "Hmm? Any questions?"
“Just call it Nanshan.”
So hasty? Fan Zhiyi had thought Bing Nandong would be more or less like A Yu, disliking the name he had come up with, and would choose something extremely high-end and classy. Although Fan Zhiyi thought his name was pretty good, it would be best if there was a better one.
After the naming was over, the room became extremely quiet again, but Fan Zhiyi still couldn't fall asleep.
He turned his head to look at Bing Nandong and found that Bing Nandong was lying flat with his eyes closed, so he didn't feel comfortable disturbing him. Xiao Hei was still very energetic and was being teased by A Yu.
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