Fan Zhiyi was feeling a little disappointed: "So where do you rank as a candidate now?"
“Every time, I’m number one.”
"If, I mean if, you really become a candidate to be sealed, what will you do?"
"If I succeed, maybe I'll disappear with the Ghost Gate."
That means he will die, and Bing Nandong will no longer exist in this world.
Fan Zhiyi felt very upset. Candidates, and more candidates. Xue Xiuniang died because of it, and the man today also died because of it. Even Bing Nandong was bound by it.
If you know that a person's fate is destined to be death, what will you do?
Fan Zhiyi recalled Jin Wu’s words in his mind. He couldn’t do anything. The other person was rushing to his death and he couldn’t stop him. What could he do?
But living in such a world, the concepts formed by Bing Nandong since childhood are naturally different from his.
Fan Zhiyi lost his temper and remained silent for a while before sighing, "It's okay. When you really pass away, I'll erect a tombstone for you. Why not put it next to Ayu? That way, you won't be too lonely."
"Fan Zhiyi." Bing Nandong gritted his teeth and reached out to pinch his face. "I don't need that. All the candidates know their fate. And after everything is done, this matter will not be known to others."
Fan Zhiyi was pinched so hard that tears were about to flow: "Can't I mourn you on my own? It hurts, it hurts so much!"
"Can't you wish me the best?" Bing Nandong looked at his face stretched out by himself and let go. "What if I use up all my spiritual power and successfully seal the Ghost Gate, and then become an ordinary person like you, unable to practice anymore?"
Bing Nandong smiled without any fear, and that smile seemed to be contagious, making Fan Zhiyi calm down for no reason. However, no one knew what would happen after the Ghost Gate was truly sealed.
"What if there is no way to come back?" Fan Zhiyi said, feeling that this possibility would be greater.
Bing Nandong stretched out his hand. Fan Zhiyi thought that this person was going to pull his face again, so he immediately covered it and hid back. Bing Nandong was speechless: "I'm not that boring."
No, you're just that boring.
Bing Nandong's spiritual power helped Fan Zhiyi relieve the pain on his face: "After all, everyone is born to rush towards the next death. It's something everyone will experience. I'm not afraid, and you don't have to be afraid for me."
Fan Zhiyi's heart was slightly touched. He looked at the boy with a somewhat uneasy look in his eyes. "Oh." Although he had brought up the topic, the boy's answer always made him feel pitifully sensible. "Besides this, do you have anything else to say?"
Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong, who blinked, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"What I mean is, if not, I'll make you a new bowl of noodles." Fan Zhiyi hesitated, feeling that he had nothing to do with Bing Nandong, and it didn't seem right to press the issue like this. He was still staying in Bing Nandong's courtyard, and he didn't want to provoke others to throw him out.
"There's more." Bing Nandong said, "Go to the kitchen, I'll tell you slowly."
What's going on? Is today another confession session? What's gotten into this guy? Why is he spilling all the secrets he usually keeps secret? Will he be silenced for knowing too much?
Arriving in the kitchen, Bing Nandong didn't rush to eat. Instead, he gestured for Fan Zhiyi to sit down at the small wooden table. He then pulled out a few yellowed scrolls from his Qiankun bag and placed them on the table. "I found these in the illusion at Xue's house. I thought I wouldn't be able to bring them out, but luckily they didn't disappear."
Fan Zhiyi took it and glanced at it. It was some correspondence. The general meaning was that these sects were looking for a large number of children with outstanding talents in various places to train them secretly, and then secretly sell them to other sects in exchange for spirit stones.
It also recorded in an exceptionally calm tone the number of children who had died from the intensity of the training, and that new children were constantly being brought in. The sheer scale of this was enough to terrify Fan Zhiyi.
As for which sects they were, the above was very cautious and did not specify clearly, but it is undeniable that from the first-person account above and the Xue family logo on the paper, it can be confirmed that the Xue family must have been involved.
These people are simply crazy.
There weren't actually that many pieces of paper that had been preserved, and since Fan Zhiyi had been learning to read well recently, it wasn't a big problem for him to understand them.
The moment he finished reading it, he felt that he had guessed Bing Nandong's thoughts, otherwise why would Bing Nandong go to so much trouble to keep this thing on his body.
"You want to take advantage of the faction that all the candidates for the Ghost Gate are present to expose this matter completely?"
"That's right." Bing Nandong said, "The matter of Ghost Gate should not be exploited."
Fan Zhiyi sighed. It wasn't that he was attacking Bing Nandong or anything, but once interests were involved, human nature often couldn't stand any test.
He didn't know what the world was like now, but it was absolutely inappropriate for a seventeen or eighteen-year-old kid like Bing Nandong to act purely out of passion without considering the consequences: "What if many sects are involved, even..." Tianyun Sect might be involved as well.
Bing Nandong has a sect filter, but Fan Zhiyi doesn’t.
"Then find the person who caused the rebellion." Bing Nandong stared at him, "This is not a sudden idea of mine, Fan Zhiyi."
There was something a little strange about this answer. Bing Nandong hadn't actually defended his own sect. Fan Zhiyi thought of a possibility: "Did you already know that Tianyun Sect was also involved?"
Bing Nandong pursed his lips tightly and said nothing. The boy stood very straight, his lips pale, and his face looked very bad.
"Have you told the headmaster?"
Bing Nandong shook his head.
Fan Zhiyi sighed, not knowing what to say. Now in Tianyun Sect, Bing Nandong probably didn't dare to be sure which elder or senior member was trustworthy, nor did he dare to tell others for fear of bringing fatal disaster to others. He just kept silent and investigated for a long time, which was really enduring.
"If Tianyun Sect does something wrong, as the eldest senior brother, I will naturally set it right."
"But Bing Nandong, the power of one person is always limited. You are being too reckless. Do you know how difficult your life will be if you don't wipe out all the sects in one fell swoop? What will they do to you when their interests are threatened? Moreover, if Tianyun Sect is involved, then perhaps someone in Tianyun Sect will secretly attack you. Have you considered this?"
Bing Nandong stared at Fan Zhiyi for a long time. Fan Zhiyi realized that he was being a little aggressive, but Bing Nandong suddenly laughed and said, "It's rare for your brain to work so quickly."
For a moment, Fan Zhiyi really didn't know whether this person was laughing at him or praising him. No, brother, he was talking to him about serious matters, why was he so rude?
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