I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Suddenly, a loud bang erupted in the distance. Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong looked towards the source of the sound and saw only an endless mountain road and black birds flying wildly in fright.

"What is that sound?" Fan Zhiyi had a bad feeling.

"do not know."

There was more than one sound, all from the same place, but it stopped after a short while.

After leaving Jiuwanli, Fan Zhiyi and the others kept walking forward, but there were many winding paths in the forest. In addition, he had been led by Bing Nandong for a while without being able to see the previous night, so Fan Zhiyi could not really recognize the direction from which the sound came. He could only pray that something had happened at Jiuwanli.

Xiao Bao was also awakened by the sound, but Bing Nan Dong still held him, his expression gradually becoming serious, and quickened his pace.

Fan Zhiyi knew the situation might be bad. Although his back and legs were weak, he still tried to walk quickly to make sure he didn't fall behind.

However, Bing Nan Dong is running way too fast! Is he a rabbit? Doesn't he get tired?

Fan Zhiyi couldn't keep up anymore. He had just caught his breath when he hurriedly tried to catch up again.

Bing Nan paused for a moment, then stopped.

Finally getting a chance to catch his breath, Fan Zhiyi dared not bend over for fear of aggravating the wound on his waist, so he could only lean against the tree and make some repairs.

Looking up, I saw Bing Nandong holding a talisman in his hand, tossing it upwards, and it immediately transformed into a paper crane that flew away in the rain.

Fan Zhiyi and the others traveled for two more days. During this time, Bing Nandong received another paper crane, which eased his mood somewhat. He also slowed down his pace on the road. However, he still treated Fan Zhiyi with the same awkwardness. But he would still help with things like applying medicine, just not let Fan Zhiyi touch him, or he would get angry.

Fan Zhiyi didn't want to be disliked, so he just chatted with Xiaobao to relieve his boredom.

This was the third day since they left 90,000 li away. Finally, they could see the town in the distance. Fan Zhiyi instantly perked up and couldn't help but look around as soon as he entered the town.

Bing Nandong, on the other hand, had a clear goal and knew the way well, leading Fan Zhiyi and the others straight to the point.

Just as Fan Zhiyi was once again captivated by the exquisite pastries sold by the roadside, he suddenly heard a familiar voice calling from ahead: "What are you doing here?"

Fan Zhiyi looked over and saw that it was Zhuang Yujing, the eldest young master of Jiuwanli. However, he looked rather miserable. Not only was one of his hands wrapped in bandages and hanging around his neck, but he also had several wounds on his face.

He was followed by several disciples dressed in robes of the same color, but He An was not among them.

Bing Nandong glanced at him, raised a meaningful smile, and looked extremely provocative: "So the sounds I heard in the woods really did come from your place."

Mentioning it only made Zhuang Yujing angrier. Pointing at Fan Zhiyi, she said, "Speaking of which, maybe it was you, my fiancé, who tried to frame me. You took advantage of my busy schedule and did something to break the Xue residence's protective barrier!"

"So all the ghosts in the Xue residence have come out?" Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but interject.

Then, the one carrying the cleaver also ran out?

Just thinking about the ferocious appearance of that female ghost with the kitchen knife made Fan Zhiyi shudder.

Oh no, could this female ghost come after him? No, no, don't overthink it. He's not exactly a hot commodity, and his injuries are almost fully healed. He shouldn't be that unlucky.

Zhuang Yujing crossed his arms and snorted coldly, "I don't know."

Fan Zhiyi was getting anxious: "How could I not know?"

"What I mean is, I don't know exactly how many ghosts are inside. After they escaped, they joined forces to attack the encampment, and we barely managed to seal them back into the city. As for whether any ghosts escaped in the chaos, we have no idea."

Bing Nandong finally spoke: "So what's the situation there now?"

At this point, Zhuang Yujing's expression became more serious: "That city is in dire need of repairs. The yin energy and resentment from the Xue residence have erupted and completely engulfed the entire town. If this continues, another ghost gate might appear. We need to deal with it quickly."

"So you left some people behind and ran away with your trusted confidants?" Bing Nandong's voice carried a natural sarcasm.

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yujing's face turned green with anger: "I'm not like you who deserts in the face of battle! I received a secret order from the sect and rushed here to provide support, leaving He An and other disciples to guard the area! As for you two, I don't know what you've been doing along the way, you're even later than me."

Bing Nandong seemed to have thought of something, his ears burning, and he retorted, "Me and him? Ha."

No, could you please stop dragging me into your battles?

"Nandong!"

"Big Brother!"

Immediately afterwards, Fan Zhiyi saw three people dressed in light green robes running over.

The one in the lead was the first to approach Bing Nandong, his eyes filled with worry: "Nandong, are you alright?"

After receiving a definite reply, he looked at the child in Bing Nandong's arms and asked in confusion, "Who is this child?"

"This child wandered into the Xue residence by mistake and had no relatives, so I took him in." As he spoke, Bing Nandong put Xiao Bao down, and Xiao Bao ran to Fan Zhiyi's side, tugging at his clothes and hiding behind him.

"Senior Brother, why did you have to go back to look for him? He's lost, so what? But if something happens to you, Senior Brother, how are we supposed to explain it to the Sect Leader?" The speaker was a somewhat chubby young man.

The remaining gaze followed Xiao Bao's look and finally spotted Fan Zhiyi standing behind Bing Nandong. The gaze instantly changed, revealing undisguised disgust and coldness: "Fan Zhiyi, you're still alive!"

Upon being suddenly nominated, Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but look at the speaker. He saw that the other person had triangular eyes, was tall and thin, and with his expression, he gave people a sharp and mean feeling.

The fact that he's still alive sounds incredibly strange.

Fan Zhiyi nodded: "Yes, I'm still alive. Are you disappointed?"

Before the tall, thin man could say anything more, Zhuang Yujing impatiently interrupted him: "Alright, I don't have time to watch you pretend. Bing Nandong, are these the only ugly and deformed people you sent from your place?"

Upon being described this way, the tall, thin man was the first to express his displeasure and was about to lash out when he was stopped by the people in front of Bing Nandong.

The man spoke slowly and deliberately, with a gentle smile on his face: "After receiving our message, the elder is on his way to the Xue residence. We are here to meet our senior brother."

Zhuang Yujing raised her chin and snorted. Even though she only had one hand to use, she pulled out the fan from her waist and unfolded it with a whoosh: "I think we should just forget about it. By the time your elders arrive, it will be too late. Just leave the Xue family's affairs to us, Jiu Wanli."

Bing Nan raised an eyebrow: "Leave it to you? Are you waiting to be visited by ghosts again?"

With just one sentence, Zhuang Yujing's mental defenses crumbled. He looked like he was about to rush over and beat Bing Nandong up, but was held back by his disciples: "Young Master, Young Master, go back and rest!"