I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bing Nandong looked at him: "Why are you so concerned about this child?"

"Huh? No reason, I just really like it."

"Oh."

Fan Zhiyi suddenly became serious and said earnestly, "You don't think I have any ulterior motives towards this child, do you? Although I wasn't a good person before, after losing my memory, I want to be a good person."

This was met with a sneer from Bing Nandong, who clearly didn't believe him.

Hey bro, can't you cooperate a little? You're making me, the one performing a solo act, feel really awkward.

Fan Zhiyi touched his nose: "Anyway, don't worry, I really don't have any bad intentions. I just feel sorry for this child because he is pitiful and sensible."

Fan Zhiyi himself is also an orphan who has achieved his current life thanks to the assistance of society and the country, so it is hard for him not to sympathize with Xiaobao after hearing about his plight.

"Hmm." Bing Nandong replied with a single word in a cold tone, "The story you told was so strange."

"what story?"

"It's the story of how a wolf ate the little girl, but a hunter cut open her stomach and rescued everyone."

Fan Zhiyi realized that Bing Nandong was talking about the Little Red Riding Hood story he had told earlier. This story is widely circulated in modern cities and is almost a must-have bedtime story for every child. Fan Zhiyi had never thought it was strange when he heard it as a child.

"I thought you were asleep at the time."

“That’s because…” Bing Nandong didn’t finish his sentence.

But Fan Zhiyi was a curious person, so he asked, "Why?"

Bing Nandong stared at him, then slowly smiled and said, "I also have a story."

Since walking around was rather boring, Fan Zhiyi said, "Tell me about it."

"There's a folk saying that you shouldn't look up when walking in the woods on a rainy day. Do you know why?"

Fan Zhiyi had a bad feeling and swallowed hard: "Why, why?"

"Because you'll see a hanged ghost."

Fan Zhiyi: "..."

Bing Nandong, always eager for excitement, described to Fan Zhiyi: "It's like a hanged ghost with a long tongue hanging out, eyes wide open, swaying on a tree branch, staring at you."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Thanks for the invitation. He had already imagined a female ghost in a white dress hovering above his head.

Suppressing the urge to look up, Fan Zhiyi felt uneasy all over.

Just then, the forest was illuminated by lightning, turning it a stark white, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.

Fan Zhiyi was so frightened that he stood frozen in place, and then he heard Bing Nandong's seemingly cheerful voice: "Just kidding, it looks like we've arrived. Let's go."

Sometimes, Fan Zhiyi really wanted to punch the person in front of him twice.

Bing Nandong was right; there was indeed an abandoned temple ahead. The roof was intact and there was no leak. Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong take out a candle, light it, and place it on the offering table.

The altar was completely empty, and the space where the altar was located was also bare. Fortunately, there were no statues or anything like that, otherwise, in this thundering, rainy, dark, and deserted environment, Fan Zhiyi would have been terrified to death if he had seen it.

Bing Nandong asked him with a smile, "I just remembered another story about an abandoned temple. Would you like to hear it?"

"I don't want to." Fan Zhiyi answered almost through gritted teeth, but not long after, his playful nature suddenly kicked in, and he eagerly asked Bing Nandong what the story was. He then received a ghost story, which successfully scared him so much that he curled up into a ball.

The abandoned temple was drafty, and Fan Zhiyi felt even colder.

He brought this upon himself; those who bring trouble upon themselves deserve to suffer. Fan Zhiyi mentally slapped himself twice.

The dim firelight couldn't dispel the shadow cast by Bing Nandong's story. Fan Zhiyi wanted to chat with someone: "Why do you know so many rumors and stories about ghosts?"

"A ghost?"

"It's that one," Fan Zhiyi hinted. "You know what I mean."

What do I do?

Fan Zhiyi suddenly realized, "Oh right, this guy is the ghost hunter."

Bing Nandong could tell from his enlightened expression that he had figured it out, and chuckled: "Idiot."

Fan Zhiyi: "...So you have many more stories to tell, right?"

Before Bing Nandong could speak, Fan Zhiyi immediately stepped forward to stop him, saying, "Wait, wait, don't talk about it tonight, let's talk about it during the day tomorrow."

"I've never seen you afraid of these things before?"

Fan Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, but he laughed it off: "Isn't this amnesia? Hahahaha."

"what's so funny?"

"..." You're not comfortable unless you say something to me, are you?

Bingnan leaned against the side, closing his eyes to rest. Xiaobao had also fallen asleep. The entire temple was quiet, and the thunder outside soon subsided.

The candlelight flickered, shining brightly and dimly.

Fan Zhiyi was terrified. Whenever he closed his eyes, images from the ghost stories Bing Nandong had told him would flash through his mind, making him see enemies everywhere.

He glanced at Bing Nandong, then slowly moved a little closer to him. Seeing that the other man didn't react, he moved a little more, finally finding a comfortable angle to sit next to him with a sigh of relief, and closed his eyes.

Fan Zhiyi actually couldn't sleep, but drowsiness came over him, and he drifted off to sleep.

However, not long after, Fan Zhiyi heard a noise next to him. The sound was very soft, but because he was a light sleeper tonight, he was still woken up.

Fan Zhiyi frowned. No way, it can't be that again, can it? What should I do? Are Bing Nandong and the others still there? I don't want to be the only one facing my fear again.

Fan Zhiyi's heart pounded wildly. He dared not open his eyes, his mind in turmoil.

Then, the sound seemed to fade into the distance, becoming faint and rustling.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but secretly lift one eyelid, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was nothing strange in front of him.

The candlelight is still burning, and Xiao Bao is still here, but where is Bing Nan Dong? Where did he go?

The rustling sounds continued. Fan Zhiyi wondered if it was snakes or something similar; after all, this was the wilderness, and encountering such things was normal. He quietly got up and slowly walked towards the source of the noise, then stopped.

It turned out that Bing Nandong had taken off his shirt to apply medicine to his back. Because it was inconvenient, he still made some noise even though he tried to hide it.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Bing Nandong pulled at his clothes and turned to look at him, his gaze sharp.

Fan Zhiyi walked out with his heads raised high, as if in surrender.

When their eyes met, Fan Zhiyi didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He had helped his roommate apply medicine before, and when he was in college, they had to go to the public bathhouse to shower. They had all showered naked together. What you have, I have too. Apart from feeling uncomfortable and not used to it the first few times, there was nothing else to be too ashamed of.

Seeing how hard the boy was working, Fan Zhiyi volunteered, "Let me help you."

"Need not!"