I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"Hey, come quick! There are still people alive here!"

Fan Zhiyi then saw the figures in front of him gradually become clearer, from one to several, each carrying a lantern, the warm yellow light making people feel particularly at ease.

They were all dressed in matching blue robes, with their hair tied up in high crowns.

One of them was about to run up to Fan Zhiyi to investigate when the leader stopped him: "Is he really alive?"

Fan Zhiyi was stunned for a moment. Hearing what they said, he hurriedly nodded to confirm: "Absolutely true, heroes! Please save my friend! He just vomited blood! Please save me too, I'm dying! And this child!"

Upon hearing Fan Zhiyi's words, the leader tentatively stepped forward, squatted down, and placed his hand on the boy's wrist.

The person behind him extended the lantern forward, and the sudden light made Fan Zhiyi close his eyes. He heard a sound of everyone gasping in surprise.

One of the disciples whispered among themselves, "Is this really a human?"

It's no wonder people are suspicious; Fan Zhiyi's current appearance is just too... creepy.

The leader withdrew his hand, signaling to his companions behind him that they could proceed, and then handed Fan Zhiyi a clean handkerchief: "Young master, please wipe your face first."

Fan Zhiyi was helped up, and A Bao tugged at his clothes and hid behind him.

Fan Zhiyi watched as one of them carried the boy on their back, and the man walked with incredible speed. He couldn't help but admire and envy him.

He gently pressed his lower back, and the pain almost made him scream. He dared not touch it again.

After all this trouble today, I don't know how bad my legs and back will hurt tomorrow.

But it doesn't matter, they're saved. Fan Zhiyi was a little incredulous. They were saved just like that?

Fan Zhiyi was still able to walk on his own, while Xiao Bao was held in the arms of the leader. On the way, the leader explained to Fan Zhiyi that for some reason, the yin energy here was thick a month ago, which caused a ghost disaster. So their sect immediately evacuated the original inhabitants of this place, while the disciples of Tianyun Sect were responsible for going in to investigate.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but glance at the unconscious boy. It was Tianyun Sect again, the same Tianyun Sect that had abandoned the original owner in the haunted house.

Fan Zhiyi sighed, but the next second the other party asked, "May I ask which sect you two belong to?"

Fan Zhiyi immediately began, “I’m just an ordinary person. This is my younger brother, Xiaobao, and then…” Fan Zhiyi pointed to the boy, “He doesn’t belong to any sect. He’s just someone who wanders around the martial arts world. We met through a series of coincidences.”

It was quite a coincidence. If the young man hadn't drawn his sword and stepped forward, Fan Zhiyi and Xiao Bao would have already been killed by the female ghost.

The other person nodded, clearly believing them: "But we clearly evacuated everyone according to the list, so why are the three of you suddenly here?"

"Well, it's all my brother's fault for being so chivalrous. Before the evacuation, he insisted on going into the haunted house to investigate and exorcise the demons. I couldn't stop him, and before we knew it, all three of us went in." Fan Zhiyi sighed repeatedly, looking heartbroken.

"So you actually stayed inside for more than a month!"

Fan Zhiyi suddenly realized that he had gone a bit too far with his words, but it was impossible to take them back now, so he could only bite the bullet and continue making things up: "Isn't it all thanks to my brother? He's amazing! And we ran into that Tianyun Sect you guys mentioned along the way, and they did help out a bit too."

Upon hearing Fan Zhiyi's words, the other party scoffed disdainfully: "They actually let you do nothing. Ha, I can only say, they are truly worthy of their name."

Sensing something interesting, Fan Zhiyi perked up: "Has Tianyun Sect done something like this before?"

"The disciples of Tianyun Sect are hypocritical and narrow-minded, especially the newly recruited disciple Bing Nandong and his group. They are unworthy of being cultivators. If we were to list all the heinous things they have done, we could talk about them for ten days and ten nights!"

Fan Zhiyi listened in a daze. He had no memory of the previous body, but based on the original owner's experiences given by the system, he didn't have much affection for this sect. Now, he nodded in agreement: "Indeed."

The boy's health is currently failing, and it is inferred that both the original owner and the boy are members of the Tianyun Sect. Since the other party harbors such deep hatred for the Tianyun Sect, Fan Zhiyi felt it was necessary to conceal their identities to avoid being thrown back into the haunted house halfway through the journey.

The man was satisfied with what he heard, and then smiled at Fan Zhiyi and said, "We are disciples of Jiuwanli. Why do I ask for your name, brother?"

"My surname is Yi, and my name is Yi Zhifan. 'Fan' means 'to eat,' and since I'm from a poor family, my parents gave me this name so that I would be easy to raise. His name is Nian Shao, which is a pseudonym. People who travel the world often like to use pseudonyms." Fan Zhiyi lied without batting an eye.

He An was a straightforward person. Along the way, Fan Zhiyi tried to probe him with many questions, and He An answered them all without reservation, giving Fan Zhiyi a general understanding of the world.

To put it bluntly, this is actually a world of cultivating immortality and catching ghosts, where the balance of Yin and Yang in the world is disrupted, and humans and ghosts are intertwined, violating the natural order.

Ghosts harm people, kill people, and disturb the human world. Those who cultivate immortality constantly cultivate themselves to get closer to the realm of immortals. On the other hand, they also need to exorcise evil spirits, accumulate good karma, fight evil and crooked paths to the death, and bring peace and prosperity to the human world.

It feels like a very ordinary setting. Fan Zhiyi has seen many similar worldviews, such as the opposition between gods and demons, or between immortals and ghosts. These are now commonplace tropes.

Is this novel going to be about the protagonist destroying the world in order to fall in love? If so, is there no one speaking up for the people?

Thanks for the invitation. Fan Zhiyi is currently one of the many miserable people, silently praying that it won't be this kind of situation.

He didn't even know who the main character was, and this kind of plot usually involves uncontrollable factors, leaving him, a minor character, with no chance of redemption.

By the way, speaking of which, he still doesn't know why the system made him transmigrate into this book, or when Bai Bai will finally return.

"We've arrived. This is our temporary encampment," He Anyou introduced. "I've ordered people to prepare guest rooms, hot water, and food for you two. It's very safe here, so you can rest assured. I'll go find a doctor. You can make arrangements to leave after this brother wakes up."

There are still more good people in the world. As the second person in this world that Fan Zhiyi knew by name, He An gave him a warm feeling.

However, this feeling of warmth was soon extinguished.

The reason is that Fan Zhiyi never expected that the young master of Jiuwanli would appear in this garrison. Coincidentally, the young master came out to find He An and saw Fan Zhiyi and the boy. Coincidentally, the young master knew them. And coincidentally, the young master ruthlessly exposed their identities.

"He An, what are you doing bringing back two pieces of trash?" The young master had a contemptuous smile on his lips. He pinched the boy's face and flipped it over with schadenfreude. "Oh, Bing Nan Dong has finally met his match. He's fallen into my hands, and his..." The young master turned his gaze to Fan Zhi Yi, "Little fiancé."