I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi's body is actually quite thin; he looks frail when clothed, but a thin layer of muscle can be seen when he takes off his clothes.

It's clear that the original owner of this body had been training hard; otherwise, Fan Zhiyi wouldn't have been able to run so energetically during the haunted house escape game.

He raised his hand, indicating that Bing Nandong's medicine was in his hand. The next second, an icy touch unexpectedly landed on Fan Zhiyi's lower back, making him flinch and feel a brief sting.

As if he knew what was going to happen, Bing Nandong held down the fidgeting Fan Zhiyi, the warmth of his palm against his skin.

The boy said loudly, "My ointment is much better than the one Jiu Wanli gave me. You can throw theirs away."

Fan Zhiyi winced in pain: "Ouch."

Although Bing Nandong seemed to have a bad temper, his application of the medicine was gentle, and apart from the initial pain from the ointment, I didn't feel anything else.

After he finished applying the medicine, he put it in Fan Zhiyi's other hand and said, "Don't forget to apply it to the wound on your arm too."

"What about the medicine you gave me yesterday?" Fan Zhiyi pointed to the pile on the ground.

"That one is for stopping the bleeding, the other bottle is to mask the smell of blood, and this one is to help the wound heal." Bing Nandong rarely had the patience to calmly explain to Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi nodded, moved closer to the fire, and used the light to see more clearly as he applied medicine to the wounds on his front and arms.

After applying the medicine, Fan Zhiyi put on his clothes and looked over. He saw that Bing Nandong was leaning against a tree with his back to him, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

Suddenly, his left leg was tightly hugged, pressing on Fan Zhiyi's sore thigh muscles. He groaned in pain, but forced a smile at Xiaobao: "Xiaobao, be good. Your leg hurts. Don't hug me like that lately, okay?"

Xiao Bao let go of Fan Zhiyi's hand and looked up at him with bright, sparkling eyes.

Fan Zhiyi adored the child and reached out to wipe the crumbs of pastry from his mouth: "Xiao Bao, let's go to sleep."

Fan Zhiyi covered Xiao Bao with one of the outer robes Bing Nandong had given them for the night, and told him a story about Little Red Riding Hood, lulling the child to sleep. He yawned and drifted off to sleep as well.

Before long, it started to rain, first one or two raindrops, then countless raindrops followed.

Fan Zhiyi suddenly opened his eyes, and Xiao Bao also woke up and rubbed his eyes.

Fan Zhiyi pulled up his outer robe to cover Xiaobao, then looked at Bing Nandong, only to see that the other party was not wearing any clothes on his upper body and was frantically pulling up his clothes to put them on. Then he looked at them calmly and said, "It's raining."

Perhaps it was because of the firelight, but Fan Zhiyi noticed that his face was slightly flushed.

Bing Nandong came over and erected a barrier to shelter the three of them from the rain.

When reading novels, Fan Zhiyi was often amazed by the fantastical world of cultivation. Now, no matter how many times he witnesses a spell being cast or an incantation being chanted, he always gives a hearty "Wow!" in admiration.

Seeing his appearance, Bing Nandong's expression softened considerably, and a hint of youthful spirit appeared in his eyes.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but touch the transparent barrier. He could feel its solidity, and his hand could clearly feel it when he passed through it.

The rain was kept out, and the fire was extinguished in no time, leaving the surroundings in darkness. Fan Zhiyi withdrew his hands, which were wet with rain, and wiped them on his body.

Fortunately, he woke up in time, and neither he nor Xiaobao got much rain.

Bing Nandong said, "Let's go."

"where to?"

"Find a place to take shelter from the rain. I remember there's an abandoned temple nearby."

“But isn’t there a barrier? It’s too dark now, and it’s raining…” Fan Zhiyi suddenly stopped. Could this barrier be supported by Bing Nandong’s depletion of cultivation? He remembered that the doctor had mentioned that one of Bing Nandong’s symptoms was excessive depletion. “Alright, let’s go.”

Fan Zhiyi's sudden change of words made Bing Nandong guess his meaning. He raised his chin and said disdainfully, "It's just a small barrier. It can hold out for a year or two without any problem. I just don't want to hold it for you forever."

Fine.

Fan Zhiyi expressed his understanding and nodded in agreement, saying, "That's true."

Who knew that Bing Nandong would be unhappy with what he said? Fan Zhiyi didn't know what he had done to offend him again.

Why does this guy get angry so easily? Getting angry too often is bad for his health.

Because Bing Nandong had an injury on his back, and Fan Zhiyi also had back pain, Xiao Bao had to walk with them on his own in the end.

The child was very well-behaved and didn't complain at all. He just quietly took Fan Zhiyi's hand and walked away.

Fan Zhiyi lacked night vision; even after his eyesight adjusted to the darkness, he still couldn't see the road clearly and could only follow Bing Nandong step by step.

Fortunately, Bing Nandong wasn't walking very fast, otherwise Fan Zhiyi didn't know how many times he would have fallen.

The sound of rain mingled with the rustling of leaves, and the grove, which seemed unremarkable during the day, suddenly became eerily terrifying. The swaying treetops resembled menacing monsters, and the darkness ahead instilled a sense of dread.

After an unknown amount of time, Fan Zhiyi looked around at the pitch-black surroundings and the impenetrable ceiling, and let out a painful groan: "How much longer until we arrive?"

"almost."

"That's what you just said too."

"..."

Fan Zhiyi had a bold guess: "Are we lost?"

"No."

Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt like he had a brain: "Since there's an abandoned temple nearby, why didn't we just go straight to the abandoned temple?"

At this point, Bing Nandong perked up and said in a drawn-out voice, "It's all because someone was screaming that their back, legs, and whole body ached and they couldn't walk any further."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Private Marseille.

Not knowing how much longer they would have to walk, Fan Zhiyi finally felt sorry for Xiaobao, so he endured his back pain and slowly picked Xiaobao up.

"Brother, I can walk by myself."

Fan Zhiyi smiled at Xiaobao: "It's okay, you can take a nap if you're sleepy."

However, Fan Zhiyi seemed to be too confident in his arm strength. By the time his arms were really too tired, Bing Nandong still hadn't led him to the abandoned temple.

The children slept quite well, something Fan Zhiyi had witnessed back in that haunted inn.

Although Xiao Bao said he wasn't sleepy and that Fan Zhiyi could put him down if he got tired, he still fell asleep not long after.

Fan Zhiyi took a deep breath and asked, "How much longer?"

"almost."

"Don't you think these words sound familiar from a few tens of minutes ago?"

Bing Nandong finally turned his gaze to Fan Zhiyi, seemingly feeling guilty, and reached out his hand: "Let me hug you."

Fan Zhiyi, of course, couldn't refuse: "Okay, we'll switch when you can't carry it anymore."

Compared to last time, Bing Nandong was clearly much more skilled at holding the child this time. Fan Zhiyi carefully stretched out his arms and exclaimed in admiration.