I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

While Fan Zhiyi was in a daze, he somehow ended up at the back of the line, and Lu Changfu stood next to him, deliberately slowing down to follow him.

Fan Zhiyi knew that Lu Changfu had something to say to him. Sure enough, the next moment, probably because they were far enough away from the others that no one could hear, Lu Changfu spoke softly: "Why did you give that talisman to Qian Hu?"

"For no reason, I just gave it to them."

“Fan Zhiyi.” Lu Changfu chuckled. In the past, he always called Fan Zhiyi “Zhiyi”. No matter what, he did a good job of putting on a good show. But this time, his tone of address revealed his contempt for Fan Zhiyi. “I feel that you have changed a lot, but if you don’t know anything, you shouldn’t say such casual words.”

Fan Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, but he maintained his composure: "What do you mean?"

"Do you know why the talisman Nan Dong gave you has such great power, why it's different from ordinary talismans, and what the price is for drawing this kind of talisman?"

Fan Zhiyi was stunned. He was unfamiliar with this world and had never thought about what sacrifices were required to draw such a talisman. He simply accepted it every time Bing Nandong gave it to him.

In fact, Bing Nandong had hinted at it before. He had asked Fan Zhiyi if he thought drawing talismans was so easy. Every time he gave him a talisman, Bing Nandong's expression would be very unpleasant.

However, given the context of those conversations and Bing Nandong's pre-existing injuries, Fan Zhiyi naturally overlooked these clues. Now, with Lu Changfu's mention of them, all the clues have come together.

Fan Zhiyi asked, "How are these talismans drawn?"

Lu Changfu remained silent. Fan Zhiyi truly detested people who only said half of what they meant.

Lu Changfu had mastered the art of making someone feel guilty for an entire day with just a few words.

Fan Zhiyi sighed. If he had known that he would have received a lot more spirit stones when he sent out the talismans yesterday, he wouldn't be feeling so upset and regretful now.

They waited outside the city until dark, and when they split into two groups, Fan Zhiyi was the extra one.

"It's like this again," Fan Zhiyi sighed, waiting for his turn to be assigned.

Xu Qing simply said, "Let Fan Zhiyi and Senior Brother Lu go and guard the Qian residence together."

Since Xu Qing had spoken, Lu Changfu readily agreed, saying, "Alright, Junior Sister, please contact me via telepathy if anything happens on your end."

He seemed to be superfluous wherever he went, always seen as a burden. Fan Zhiyi thought to himself, "Why did we have to assign him to groups and missions back when we were still at Tianyun Sect? We knew exactly what his situation was."

Thinking about it this way, was this how the original owner of this body always lived, receiving this kind of treatment every time she went on a mission?

If this continues, the innocent little flower will turn into a complete psychopath. Fortunately, he is not the real Fan Zhiyi of this world, otherwise Fan Zhiyi feels that he might be even crazier than the original owner.

But why did the original owner only target Bing Nandong? Was it because the original owner started persecuting Bing Nandong and was thus targeted by these disciples, or did the original owner dislike Bing Nandong because Bing Nandong was targeted from the beginning?

Fan Zhiyi felt that this was a problem of the century, not something he should be thinking about; he just needed to live a good life.

The two teams were divided and set out. The first night of the renewed operation was still peaceful, and not a single ghost was seen.

After a moment's thought, Lu Changfu said, "Perhaps it's because my junior sister is a cultivator, which is why the ghost doesn't dare to approach. Looking at those who have been possessed in the past, they were all ordinary women. This is because women are inherently yin, and they are easily possessed because they lack cultivation."

It was impossible to find an ordinary girl to help them summon the ghost; probably no girl would be willing to help. So the only person in the team without cultivation was—everyone's eyes turned to Fan Zhiyi at the same time.

Fan Zhiyi: "..." He knew it.

One disciple immediately wanted to prove the correctness of choosing Fan Zhiyi as bait: "Now that you mention it, I just remembered something. In the first two missions, the ghost seemed to have a special fondness for Fan Zhiyi. Not only did it chase after Fan Zhiyi, but it was also easy to catch them wherever Fan Zhiyi was. In that case, why don't we really let Fan Zhiyi try and help us lure the ghost out?"

Listen, listen, is this human language?

Fan Zhiyi didn't trust these people at all, and wasn't willing to entrust half of his precious life to them for safekeeping, just as they didn't trust him; "I won't..."

"Then let's do it that way," Lu Changfu readily agreed.

No one listened to Fan Zhiyi, nor did they need his consent; his decisions were unimportant.

Then Lu Changfu said, "Tonight, we'll all disguise ourselves before entering the city. Then, junior sister, you'll switch places with me. Tonight, you'll guard the Qian residence. Be sure to keep an eye on Qian Hu."

"it is good."

Before it began, Fan Zhiyi was forced to change into women's clothing that Xu Qing had brought from the city. Because men's and women's body shapes are different, the women's clothing did not fit well and made Fan Zhiyi feel uncomfortable.

However, the clothes Xu Qing prepared were already quite large, so it wasn't that she couldn't wear them.

Fan Zhiyi's hair was taken down, and only a knot was tied at the back of his head with a hairband. Some stray hairs fell down to cover both sides of his face. With Xu Qing's rouge applied, he looked quite presentable.

After dressing Fan Zhiyi up, Xu Qing left with her entourage.

Fan Zhiyi was numb at this point; he had no desire to know what kind of mess he looked like.

Lu Changfu assigned the members of their team, excluding Fan Zhiyi, to different places along the road, reasoning that by spreading them out, it would be easier for the ghosts to sense the aura of cultivators and thus make it easier for them to emerge.

There was no moon at night, so only a faint light shone down, making it almost impossible to see the road.

Fan Zhiyi felt his hands and feet trembling. He hadn't experienced this in a while, and he always felt exceptionally safe and secure at Tianyun Sect.

The wind brushed against his skin, raising goosebumps. Fan Zhiyi felt as if an invisible ghost was scraping his skin with its fingernails.

Don't overthink it, don't scare yourself. It's not a big deal, right? It's similar to what happened in the haunted house back then.

Fan Zhiyi reassured himself that the dagger was tied to his waist, and he could just pull it out if needed, which gave him a little sense of security.

Damn it, how did things turn out like this? If you've been treating him like he's invisible, then just let him stay invisible. These people are so unethical. They only call on him when they need him, and ignore him when they don't. I hope they get something stuck in their teeth when they drink water.

Just as Fan Zhiyi was thinking this, he happened to walk to the lakeside.

That's right, this road will cross a bridge, then follow the lake for a while, and after walking a little further, you will see the Qian residence.

Since the purpose was to lure out the ghost, Fan Zhiyi did not use the lantern that Bing Nandong had given him. However, even if he could use it, he wouldn't know how, because the lantern required magic to light it, and he didn't have any spiritual power.

He tentatively stretched out his foot to step onto the bridge, and only moved on after he had a firm footing.

It's okay, it's okay, everyone's here, it's alright.