I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

And that's not all. Perhaps the noise he made when he tripped the monster alerted people, because he heard those raised and drawn-out voices from men, women, young and old again: "He's going to run away! He's going to run away!"

Immediately afterwards, all the doors opened, and the villagers rushed toward Fan Zhiyi in bizarre shapes. Their bodies writhed and convulsed like noodles, and the whole scene was out of control.

Relying on his superb escape experience, Fan Zhiyi dodged and weaved through the crowd like a fish, managing not to be caught.

Although he was in a sorry state, at least his life wasn't in danger.

However, the sheer number of these things was overwhelming, and even with Fan Zhiyi's skill in hiding, he was still completely surrounded.

In desperation, he leaped onto the roof with a light touch of his toes and wiped the sweat from his brow. However, the mutated villagers had no intention of letting him go so easily and began trying to climb onto the roof in various ways.

Especially that monster, with its incredible mimicry ability, leaped and landed steadily on the roof, wobbling as it walked towards Fan Zhiyi: "We'll always be together!"

Fan Zhiyi's lips twitched: "Forced relationships will never work. Have some self-respect." After chasing each other for so long, Fan Zhiyi still couldn't look at its face directly.

The monster charged forward in one swift motion, leaving Fan Zhiyi with no choice but to face it head-on.

He had been running around so diligently before because he was a little unsure how to handle the situation, but now he had adapted and knew how to deal with it. Besides, he was now incredibly strong, so this was a piece of cake for him.

Looking at the monster before him, now reduced to dust by his single blow, Fan Zhiyi thought to himself, "I was so cool! It's a shame there were no spectators. If you could ignore my trembling legs, I'd be even cooler."

"Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist!" Someone was calling him from the courtyard of the house below. Looking over, he could vaguely see the other person lying on the ground for no apparent reason, his upper body dressed in the robes of a cultivator!

Could this be the cultivator trapped here?

Fan Zhiyi immediately created a barrier to surround the courtyard. As he rolled down, a villager's hand almost grabbed him. Seeing him escape, the villager angrily began to roar and shout, his facial features bulging to an unbelievable degree, not caring at all as blood flowed from his face.

"The Fusang god said, 'I want him, I want him, I want him...'"

Fan Zhiyi landed on the ground and was about to help the cultivator up when he said, "Have you seen any others..." Fan Zhiyi's words caught in his throat because he saw that the cultivator had no lower body from the waist down! Some of his internal organs were still dragging on the ground, showing that he had crawled out from the innermost part of the room, leaving a trail of blood.

No wonder she only showed half of her body to call him, because if she had shown even an inch more, she would have been exposed!

Not only that, Fan Zhiyi also saw the human bones behind them, with bits of flesh hanging on them, scattered haphazardly, and a pungent smell of blood rushed towards him.

A flash of lightning illuminated the approaching cultivator's blood-soaked face and his frenzied, chilling expression.

While Fan Zhiyi was still in shock, he grabbed Fan Zhiyi's hand and said, "The Fusang God said that if I eat you all, I can leave this place! I can leave! Hahahaha!"

They're insane! All these people here are crazy!

Fan Zhiyi hadn't expected to break free. He used his other hand, free of the grasp, to strike the other man's arm with his spiritual energy. The cultivator let out a strange cry as his body shattered from the impact of Fan Zhiyi's energy, leaving him only able to stare at Fan Zhiyi with wide, bloodshot eyes: "I want to get out..."

Fan Zhiyi was still shaken. The scene he had just witnessed was too much for him to bear. He felt nauseous and his stomach was churning. The putrid, stench of blood was driving him crazy.

Fan Zhiyi collapsed to the ground, almost in a daze. The pain in his arm was still there. He stared blankly at the long, bloody scratches on his hand, caused by the cultivator's fingernails, from which blood was still oozing. Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but tremble. Everything that had just happened was real. If he had died, he really would have been dead.

Fan Zhiyi truly realized that his current world, for him, for Bing Nandong, for Cen Jun, Zhuang Yujing, He An and the others, was real, and that life in this world only happens once.

Fan Zhiyi gritted his teeth, listening to the roars of the villagers outside the barrier. He had a sense of déjà vu, like a zombie apocalypse. He forced himself to calm down. If he wanted to live, he couldn't be afraid now; he had to stand up.

Fan Zhiyi's legs were still a little weak. He really didn't know if he would have become one of those bones just now if it weren't for the cultivation level given by the system.

Suddenly, his keen sense of danger made Fan Zhiyi roll to the side. He looked up and saw that the simple barrier he had set up had been broken. The villagers rushed in, and several figures landed on the roof, revealing the same crazy smiles, staring at Fan Zhiyi as if he were their food.

One of them leaped high, raised his twin swords, and slashed down mercilessly at Fan Zhiyi. His body arched backward at an angle that was impossible for an ordinary person due to the force of the descent and the raising of the swords.

Fan Zhiyi squatted on the ground. The days he spent cultivating with Cen Jun and Bing Nandong on the snow mountain and secretly studying magic techniques were not wasted. Although this cultivator was very fast, Fan Zhiyi calmed down and slowed his breathing. Seeing that the other party's movements were slowing down in his eyes, Fan Zhiyi easily dodged to the side and cut off one of the other party's hands while also snatching her sword.

The opponent's other sword was stuck firmly in the ground due to the immense force of the impact, making it difficult to pull out. The ground even cracked from the force of the impact. If this blow had landed on Fan Zhiyi, he felt he would have been certain to die.

Having a weapon certainly made things better. He watched as the woman in front of him turned to stare at him, and gave a strange smile: "God of Fusang, God of Fusang, I am the strongest, I am the strongest in the cultivation world!"

Fan Zhiyi ignored their lines and swung his sword, forcing back all the approaching villagers. Then he pointed his sword at the woman's brow.

Fan Zhiyi thought they might be controlled by the Fusang god and tried to awaken the woman's consciousness, only to find that her body was made up of dense vines, without meridians or flesh.