I traveled through the Cretaceous period and farmed with the ever-changing dog egg.

Xiao Chuan turned around in fear, only to find nothing behind him. He quickly grabbed A Long's head, looked into his eyes, and hoped he would calm down.

"No, Ah Long, don't be afraid, there's really nothing there." Xiao Chuan comforted him, but before he could finish speaking, Xiao Chuan saw something in Ah Long's lifeless eyes—no, it should be his pupils!

He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, so he moved closer. Sure enough, there was something in Ah Long's eyes. He slowly turned his head, but saw nothing. However, he could feel something approaching Ah Long from behind, like a wriggling creature slowly crawling up Ah Long's body from his feet.

Ah Long convulsed in pain, and Xiao Chuan couldn't hold him down no matter how hard he tried. He saw it: Ah Long's eyes were wide open, almost popping out of their sockets. In his black pupils, there was a white, human-shaped shadow that gradually grew larger as it approached, until it filled Ah Long's entire pupil.

Ah Long died. He twitched a few times in Xiao Chuan's arms before passing away. He died with a smile on his face. Xiao Chuan knew that Ah Long was finally free. Although Xiao Chuan was holding him, he felt an emptiness in his arms. Unable to suppress his fear and grief, he burst into tears. Xiao Chuan held his body and cried for hours until the adults came up, and then he fainted.

When he woke up, he found himself in his own bed, his head and throat throbbing. He looked at his grandfather standing beside his bed, struggled to sit up, and asked him what had happened to Ah Long. His grandfather, his expression somber, said that he was dead.

Xiao Chuan fainted again. He slept in a daze for a long time, during which he seemed to see Taoist priests performing rituals by his bedside, and it seemed that his relatives were asking him questions. He also seemed to see A Long beckoning to him. Three days later, Xiao Chuan fully woke up.

When Grandpa saw that Xiaochuan was awake, he quickly informed the family. Everyone was overjoyed, and Grandma prayed to the gods. He asked his family what had happened, but they avoided answering. Finally, when pressed, they finally told him.

On the night of the Ghost Festival (July 15th of the lunar calendar), never go up the mountain, and never answer anyone's call of your name. For the forgotten, nameless ghosts will take you away.

"It's fake! Sister is lying!!!" Zhongyi shouted to bolster her courage.

“That’s right! My sister is terrified of ghosts, so it must be fake.” Zhong Qing found a breakthrough and spoke with a hint of smugness.

“Little sister, logically speaking, this story isn’t over yet, because the protagonist hasn’t personally experienced it, so we can’t reach the climax of the story.” Qiu Shenji suddenly spoke up at this moment.

"Confirmed, this is just the beginning of the story. The title is 'A Bizarre Ghost Story Every Night.' I have a physical copy; I was totally shipping Ji Yan and Li Zheng back then. If you want, I can get it for you." The love-hate relationship between the second male lead and the main antagonist.

"Alright, it just so happens that we have nothing to do along the way, so reading a novel would be nice." Heaven knows how uncomfortable the journey has been. Qiu Shenji was almost bored to death. He wanted to find Lin Chaoyan to brag to, but she was being held hostage by Ying Zheng, and he could only see Xiao Fusu when he paid his respects in the morning, noon and evening.

"The Ouija Board is also good. I read it in second grade. Fourteen Years of Ghost Hunter, Ghost Blows Out the Light, Tomb Raider Notes, and it's even set in a girls' dormitory. After reading it, I was too scared to stay in the dormitory anymore..." Lin Chaoyan shoved a stack of books into Qiu Shenji's hands and then got up and left.

"Wow, you have all of these? And they're all uncut versions! You're amazing, girl!" Qiu Shenji exclaimed, kissing the book twice as if it were a priceless treasure.

Ying Zheng followed closely behind, holding Lin Chaoyan's hand tightly, their fingers intertwined. "Ayan and he always seem to have endless things to talk about."

"We chatted a bit more because we found we had similar interests, are you jealous?" Lin Chaoyan thought this man was quite cute that he was even jealous of this.

The cool moonlight bathed the girl in a soft glow. In Ying Zheng's eyes, Lin Chaoyan was like a fairy from the moon palace, as if she might ride the wind and return at any moment. "Hmm! I'm jealous. My Ayan is so wonderful, I need to prevent someone from kidnapping you."

"I won't run away. As long as you don't let me down, I won't leave." Since you've already made your choice, there's no need for me to leave.

Looking at the apricot tree not far away, Lin Chaoyan left Ying Zheng and ran towards it.

Under the bright moonlight, Lin Chaoyan walked under the apricot tree. The delicate fragrance and the flickering shadows of the flowers made her unable to resist starting to dance the blessing dance.

Her dance was like that of a fairy under the moonlight, light and graceful, every movement seemingly meticulously designed. Dressed in a long gown, she danced gracefully, as if walking on clouds, giving off a sense of holiness and inviolability, like a goddess communicating with heaven and earth.

With a flick of his wrist, he executed the "Turning Clouds and Overturning Rain" move, the bells on his wrists ringing crisply. Light and agile, he leaped, bounded, flipped, and turned, his movements incredibly fluid and graceful, flowing like clouds and water, each step like a lotus blossom. At that moment, Ying Zheng understood what it meant to be "as graceful as a startled swan, as lithe as a swimming dragon." Rising like waves, sitting like a mountain, moving like flowing water, his form like a willow swaying in the evening breeze.

When the dance ended, the others stood there, stunned, still not recovered from her performance.

A gentle breeze blew in, offering a final curtain call to the dancers tonight, and a shower of petals made Lin Chaoyan happily spin around in place, "Hehehe!! A celestial maiden scattering flowers..."

A cold glint, hidden among the petals, attacked her. The instant she turned, it pierced her heart. She heard Ying Zheng's heart-wrenching roar, "No~ Ayan~"

The immense inertia dragged her into the tree behind her.

"It's not him. Is this his power?" Lin Chaoyan thought to herself, looking down at the weapon on her chest.

"Ayan?..." Ying Zheng held her in his arms, looking helplessly at the strange weapon on his chest.

"Little sister? How are you?" Qiu Shenji rushed over.

“Yin-Yang magic, it’s not him, it’s a human…” Lin Chaoyan endured the excruciating pain and pulled the thing out, then helped Ying Zheng to his feet.

"Yin-Yang magic? Yin-Yang school? Little sister, when did you offend them?" Qiu Shenji knew the origin of the spell at a glance.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Since they want to kill me, then I'll kill them..." Lin Chaoyan's pupils turned gold, and the blood on her chest turned into golden liquid that enveloped the weapon, altering the spell on it.

Lin Chaoyan raised her wrist, and the Yin-Yang Vajra Pestle floated in her palm, spinning twice before suddenly stopping. "Go, go kill him, and bring your master back to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Yin-Yang Vajra Pestle flew out swiftly.

However, her wounds had healed in the blink of an eye. Ying Zheng took off his outer robe and draped it over her to prevent anyone with ulterior motives from making a fuss about it.

Yin Yang School? Well done. You're more here for me than for Ayan. Are you trying to warn me with Ayan's death?

"Ayan, let's go rest! Once the body is back, hand it over to Qiu Shenji first!" Ying Zheng gently helped her walk towards the carriage.

As soon as he entered, they talked late into the night by candlelight, carefully examining her recently injured chest. Looking at her smooth skin, he kissed her tenderly again and again, then pulled her into his arms.

If it had been that person just now, and he had to watch helplessly as Ayan died in his arms, Ying Zheng felt a deep sense of dread. "Ayan, does it hurt a lot? Come with me! Hmm? Okay? Ayan~ I'm so afraid that when I come back to marry you, I won't be able to find you." Having him by his side would put his mind at ease.

"Alright! As for the Yin Yang School, A-Zheng, you probably don't have time to deal with it right now. So, I'll do it myself?" At least I need to kill all the people who suggested it.

It wouldn't be difficult to curse them to death in a dream, since Lin Chaoyan usually learns killing spells first in order to protect herself.

“I’m not that incompetent. You can leave the matter to me, Ayan. I will make them pay for what they did today…” This warning is not something they can give, and Ayan is not someone they can hurt.

Lin Chaoyan leaned against his chest, her body heaving violently. Even without seeing his face, she knew that Ying Zheng was furious. He probably wouldn't stop until some important people from the Yin Yang School died.

She asked softly if they needed her help. "They're all sorcerers, Zheng, are you alright?"

"Ayan, trust me. I will make them kneel and beg for mercy, submitting to my will. I will make them the weapons in our hands..." Mere sorcerers are not even worthy of carrying my Ayan's shoes. Ying Zheng had already devised a plan, waiting to give Lin Chaoyan a surprise.

"Hmm... Ah... You can say whatever you want, but don't move around. There are people and children outside!" Before you know it, he's already inside the house, and he's even removed the security door.

In the darkness, the man laughed with an extremely wicked and arrogant air, his voice low, husky, and full of magnetism. "Okay! I promise I won't move." Won't he take a good look at the interior after finally getting inside?

His outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant behavior infuriated Lin Chaoyan, who bit his shoulder hard until she tasted the metallic sweetness before releasing her bite.

A hundred miles away, those who were fleeing hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath.

Then, a sound of "Ah..." was heard.

He was pinned to the tree by his own weapon, blood flowing from the Yin-Yang Vajra Pestle and dripping onto the grass. He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief! At the same time, a thousand miles away, a lamp in the Yin-Yang School, engraved with the name of a Star Slave, went out.

What happened next was a miraculous scene: the pestle struggled to drag its master's corpse toward Lin Chaoyan.