I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Whether it's to hide from Qin Shuan lurking in the shadows or to deal with the female ghost, he has to go to the Qian residence. He needs to find Xu Qing; she won't abandon him.

At this moment, the only person Fan Zhiyi can turn to for help is Xu Qing.

But Qin Shuan was playing hide-and-seek, wearing down Fan Zhiyi's reason and spirit.

Fan Zhiyi felt that this madman could be hiding anywhere, and might just be waiting for him to be off guard when he emerged from the darkness and stabbed him to death with a sword.

Qin Shuan seemed to enjoy watching him panic and bewilderment when he was cornered, like a cat toying with a mouse until the mouse finally scared itself to death.

But who is Fan Zhiyi? He's a horror novel enthusiast... Damn, there's a difference between experiencing something from a god-like perspective and experiencing it firsthand, okay? He felt like he was really going to die.

At this moment, Fan Zhiyi remembered Bing Nandong's talisman. Adhering to the principle of not giving up any hope, Fan Zhiyi wanted to contact Bing Nandong. Then he discovered a big bug. In this situation, where was he going to find a torch to burn the communication talisman? He couldn't turn into a flame!

Fan Zhiyi felt that his life was over. He hid in the corner, his nerves on edge, looking around with his eyes wide open and not daring to blink.

He licked his dry lips, then made up his mind to rush out, but the moment he took a step, a chill swept over him.

Fan Zhiyi instinctively dodged backward, lost his balance, and fell hard on his backside, which hurt terribly.

Qin Shuan finally emerged from the shadows: "Fan Zhiyi, how's it going? Hiding like a rat in the street isn't pleasant, is it? Although it's good to see you like this, the game is over. You piece of trash, you idiot! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this! I just don't understand why Bing Nandong suddenly cares about you so much. Have you two slept together? That guy always acts so high and mighty, so perfect. It's disgusting. I'm tired of playing along with his act!"

Such a long string of words—is this how villains die from talking too much?

Fan Zhiyi kept shrinking back, praying that this guy would say a few more words to buy him a chance to escape.

Fan Zhiyi immediately sprang to his feet and drew his dagger. Thanks to the movement techniques taught by Bing Nandong, Fan Zhiyi managed to exchange two or three blows with Qin Shuan and slightly wound him.

Fan Zhiyi didn't linger in the fight and immediately turned to run away, but before he could take a step, he was hit by his magic and thrown out, his whole body almost breaking, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

There's nothing we can do; he's a mage, while he's not even a martial artist. The difference in strength is just too great.

Fan Zhiyi clutched his chest, his lower back, which had just been kicked, also began to throb with pain. He coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Qin Shuan slowly walked over and blocked his way, picked up the dagger that Fan Zhiyi had dropped, twirled it in his hand, and sneered: "He even gave you this."

Fan Zhiyi raised his blood-stained face, his arms trembling as he tried to escape, but Qin Shuan raised the dagger high, ready to stab him in the head. Fan Zhiyi instinctively closed his eyes tightly.

In a flash, Qin Shuan had no choice but to pull away to resist the surging sword. He retreated quickly, and was then struck by the flying sword, embedding himself in the wall behind him, raising a cloud of dust.

"Fan Zhiyi!"

Fan Zhiyi could no longer hear anything; his ears were ringing. He could only stare blankly as a figure rushed towards him, knelt on one knee in front of him, and grasped his shoulders: "Fan Zhiyi! Fan Zhiyi! Wake up!"

Whose voice is that? Who's in such a hurry?

Immediately afterwards, a heavy force pressed down on his forehead, and then Fan Zhiyi felt as if something had been detached from his body, and he suddenly felt much lighter, and the suffocating feeling that was gripping his heart was much lessened.

His empty eyes stared at the other person, trying to quickly identify who he was, but to no avail; his muddled mind was throbbing with pain.

Fan Zhiyi covered his head, gritted his teeth, and let out a painful whimper. He almost wanted to bang his head against the ground to make himself feel better.

In the nick of time, Bing Nandong stopped him, covering his forehead with his palm and almost half-embracing him. The cool spiritual energy transmitted through the point of contact with Bing Nandong, relieving his pain.

While keeping an eye on Fan Zhiyi, Bing Nandong stared at Qin Shuan, who hadn't been able to get up for a long time, and said quickly, "Fan Zhiyi, stay in the barrier and don't come out yet. I'm going to take care of something."

With Bing Nandong's spiritual energy channeling, Fan Zhiyi was actually feeling much better. However, his mind had not yet recovered from that memory, and his self-awareness was still confused. So when he heard Bing Nandong say this, he could only obediently nod.

After receiving Fan Zhiyi's affirmative answer, Bing Nandong immediately encircled him within the barrier, then his gaze changed, and he looked at Qin Shuan with a cold and serious expression.

Qin Shuan was also looking at him, all traces of the former admiration and awe gone. His face was contorted with malice, his eyes filled with malice: "Bing Nandong, have you forgotten how he tried to kill you before? Have you forgotten what he did to you? You're protecting him like this, you're a madman, you're all madmen, all insane. And you still want to keep acting like this? Boring, uninteresting!"

Qin Shuan was like a madman, shouting loudly. In contrast, Bing Nandong stood there calmly, staring at his junior brother, the one he had grown up with: "Qin Shuan, come back with me to be punished. There is still a chance to start over."

"Let's start over, hahahaha, Bingnan Dong, you're naive and ridiculous, always claiming to be righteous. If it weren't for you, how could I have ended up like this! Everything I did was because of you!" After saying that, Qin Shuan suddenly laughed, his lips curving into a strange arc. "Fine, it's all fake anyway."

He suddenly charged at Bing Nandong. The moment their blades clashed, Bing Nandong said, "Qin Shuan, don't make another mistake."

"What did I do wrong? Was it wrong for me to help you kill the person who was always in your way?"

"Human lives should not be so easily erased."

"Bing Nandong, you're spouting these naive things again. Do you know how much I hate you? I've hated you since I was a child, but for various reasons, I have to fawn over you. It disgusts me. And you don't know, do you... the entire Tianyun Sect..."

Before Qin Shuan could finish speaking, the hilt of a sword struck his back, causing him to stagger forward, spitting out blood and staggering a few steps before regaining his balance. His words were cut short as he glared venomously at the suddenly appearing Lu Changfu: "You..."

"Nan Dong, don't waste words with him. His character has completely changed. Take him back to Tianyun Sect." Lu Changfu landed, his sleeves fluttering, and with a wave of his hand, he sheathed his sword.

Bing Nandong did not answer, but simply used a few moves to deflect Qin Shuan's force, and then pinned him to the ground with his arms crossed.