I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi wore it.

He realized this clearly while hiding in a dark corner, covering his mouth tightly.

His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of his chest, and a fine layer of cold sweat broke out on Fan Zhiyi's forehead as he desperately tried to slow his breathing.

If he could, he would rather not breathe, so he wouldn't have to worry about being discovered, but that wasn't realistic.

Sometimes, under extreme stress, the mind can actually reach a state of extreme calm.

So, while crouching in the corner, Fan Zhiyi kept recalling every detail of his escape, refining it further and further, and communicating in his mind with the system codenamed Bai Bai: "So, I've transmigrated into an ancient horror novel?"

In the real world, when it comes to horror, Fan Zhiyi is the type who is both bad at it and loves to play. He usually has a little hobby: he likes to read novels with horror elements. When he wakes up in the middle of the night, he gets so scared that he doesn't dare to turn off the lights. He can only cover himself tightly with his blanket and perform a blanket sealing technique.

As the saying goes, there are rules in the ghost realm: you can't harm someone hiding under the covers.

It just so happens that Fan Zhiyi, the very person who transmigrated, was immediately warned by the system in his mind to cover his mouth and not make a sound as soon as he opened his eyes. He was then told to run in a certain direction, and that's how he ended up in this situation.

“You can think that way, but it’s not right, the timing is wrong…” Bai Bai kept repeating in Fan Zhiyi’s mind. Fan Zhiyi didn’t understand what it meant by “wrong”. He was more concerned about what kind of situation he was in.

"Let's just say that..."

As soon as Bai Bai finished speaking, Fan Zhiyi sensed something and looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The face in front of me was vaguely discernible as a woman's face, with exaggeratedly widened mouths extending to the base of her ears, revealing scarlet flesh.

The key point is that her body was as if her bones were broken; her legs were straight, her waist was bent in a twisted position, her head was lowered to the extreme and then raised again, and her rolling eyes met Fan Zhiyi's gaze.

"Found you! Found you!" Her voice was shrill and thin, her features were distorted like a madwoman, and her eyes shone with an eerie light.

A pungent mixture of smells kept wafting in, making one feel nauseous.

Fan Zhiyi was terrified. Under the ghost's gleaming white teeth, he instinctively pulled up his two white, powdery legs and used his head to snatch the ghost away, running for his life: "Damn it, system, you didn't say this was allowed! How can this thing be so scary!"

Feeling uncomfortable with the ancient-style robes he was wearing, Fan Zhiyi quickly took them off and glanced back.

The clothes the female ghost wore appeared dirty and mottled under the dim moonlight, and it was unclear what had stained them, but they easily evoked images of something ominous.

She twisted her body to recover, staring straight at Fan Zhiyi, her expression becoming increasingly ferocious. The kitchen knife in her hand gleamed coldly, and then she shot out like an arrow, her bones cracking as she staggered and laughed as she chased after him at top speed.

Fan Zhiyi was so frightened that tears welled up in his eyes, and all his focus was on escaping.

The wind felt like it was going to tear my skin apart, and the air was filled with the smell of decay and dampness.

He dared not stop, feeling that he had never run this fast before, not even when he was running the 800-meter test.

"Host, run this way." The white mechanical voice sounded again, and the route in front of Fan Zhiyi instantly became clear. In the darkness, only the correct path was shining, making it difficult to go astray.

Fan Zhiyi had no doubts and was still marveling at how useful the hanging was when he followed Bai Bai's directions and ran to the winding corridor over the pond.

The lotus flowers in the pond had all withered, creating a desolate scene.

Suddenly, pairs of pale hands emerged from the water, reaching even onto the long corridor, as if something might climb ashore at any moment.

Fan Zhiyi dared not look or think too much, and ran for his life: "Damn it, Bai Bai, are you sure you're not trying to kill me?"

"Dear host, based on your speed and the female ghost's speed, taking the long way will definitely get you caught. You might as well take the shortcut and try your luck. Maybe you won't get caught by these ghostly hands. The map shows that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line."

"Then why does this road have a section that goes straight through walls? Am I supposed to just charge through like some fake expert?"

The road ahead, which seemed to glow, led recklessly and without turning back towards the unseen future behind the wall.

Bai Bai remained silent, then manually turned the road around.

Fan Zhiyi: "...6".

"Host, good luck! The female ghost can't cross the corridor and has to take a detour. This is your chance."

Without turning back or hesitating, Fan Zhiyi followed the route through the circular archway and the abandoned courtyard, arriving at the door of a room where the gleaming path disappeared into it.

Fan Zhiyi pushed the door open and entered, then immediately closed it behind him, the series of movements incredibly smooth.

"Host, there's a bolt over there."

"This thing works on ghosts? Aren't ghosts supposed to be able to walk through doors?" Despite his complaints, Fan Zhiyi still obediently put the bolt on the door for peace of mind.

At this moment, Fan Zhiyi felt his legs go weak and he knelt down on the ground, covering his mouth and panting.

His legs were shaking, his whole body was trembling like a sieve, and his mind was blank.

Fan Zhiyi tried to stand up, only to find that his legs were too weak to support his body.

"Host, you can rest for a bit. The female ghost can't get in here for now. We'll leave this haunted house later." The white electronic voice was exceptionally calm, giving Fan Zhiyi a sense of reassurance.

"Why couldn't she get in? You said she wouldn't find us so quickly, but what happened? She suddenly appeared in front of me! Do you know how deadly a sudden appearance can be? I almost lost half my life here, and I wasn't prepared at all!"

"Well, it's because you're injured, host. Your constitution here is special; your blood can attract ghosts," Bai Bai explained. "However, the timing of your transmigration was wrong."

"What do you mean?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a rustling sound from the side.

Fan Zhiyi's hair stood on end, his back tensed. Damn it, if another ghost came, he really wouldn't be able to run anymore.

Fan Zhiyi froze in place, and the other party did not move again.

Curiosity killed the cat, and both sides knew this well, so for a time a strange balance was formed, and neither side broke it.

“The host is a child, a living person,” Bai Bai analyzed.

"Child?" Fan Zhiyi's legs were weak and his hands were a little limp, so he crawled forward a little bit using both his hands and feet. He touched some powder on his hands, raised them and smelled them.

“It’s incense ash,” Bai Bai said. “There used to be a magic array here to temporarily block the ghosts’ attacks and serve as a defense. But now the power is dissipating, and your blood will attract them all. Once the ghosts’ power reaches a certain level, the magic array here will lose its effectiveness prematurely.”