I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi: "..."

However, Fan Zhiyi was always flexible and adaptable. Now that he was all alone here, the only person he could rely on was Bai Bai. So Fan Zhiyi said somewhat ingratiatingly, "Bai Bai, my good system, so what should I do now? How long will this symptom last?"

In this deep, deserted mountain, his companion had just been brutally murdered, and he was already incapable of protecting himself. Now, he had been hit with this problem. Was it because the system was inhuman... or rather, it was inhuman to begin with.

"It'll be fine in a moment," the system replied casually, completely unconcerned about Fan Zhiyi's question.

Fan Zhiyi: "..." He tried his best to keep his tone from being murderous, "Besides this symptom, are there any other symptoms? Could you please tell me clearly all at once?"

"Hmm... your cultivation won't improve much, otherwise your soul won't be able to handle it, and you'll also be physically weak and sickly, and..."

"Stop." Fan Zhiyi was on the verge of tears. Others transmigrate to start a new chapter in their lives, but he was here to experience suffering.

Could Heaven please spare him? Apart from his fondness for small sums of money, he was an exemplary student and a model citizen. What terrible things has he done?

"Bai Bai, how about we start over?"

"Please stop talking nonsense, host, and abandon all unrealistic ideas. Now move forward." As soon as Bai Bai finished speaking, a red arrow appeared on the ground directly in front of Fan Zhiyi, guiding him in the right direction.

"Huh? Hmm?" Don't you want to listen to what you're saying? How can he move forward looking like this?

Fan Zhiyi tried to move his hands and feet, and only then could he prop himself up. His arms were as limp as noodles, and Fan Zhiyi slapped himself back down, pretending to be dead in a starfish position.

He was desperate inside.

"Please hurry, host," Bai Bai urged. "The sooner you complete the mission, the sooner you can leave this world."

"Don't rush me." Fan Zhiyi gritted his teeth and leaned forward, crawling like a caterpillar. Although the effect was minimal, it was better than nothing.

He felt that he must look ridiculous. If a ghost suddenly appeared, Fan Zhiyi could just lie down and be eaten. He could even introduce which part of him was the most delicious. That way, he might be able to beg the ghost to give him a quick death.

Fan Zhiyi did his best. He vowed that once he felt some sensation return to his hands and feet, he would perform a shadowy crawl, using both hands and feet to follow the route provided by the system.

The system didn't know where it was taking him, and it crawled for a long time, until Fan Zhiyi was sweating, before finally hearing Bai Bai say, "We're almost there."

This is truly the dawn of victory.

During this time, the voice that had disappeared, "Help me," rang out several more times, and it became clearer and clearer, as if it were near the route that Bai Bai had given him.

Fan Zhiyi thought that with this guy shouting so loudly, even ghosts who were planning to finish their work would be attracted back, and would probably be in grave danger. But every time this happened, the guy's "Save me" would ring out, as if slapping Fan Zhiyi in the face.

Ahead was a small hill, and Fan Zhiyi was climbing it with great effort when he suddenly felt something sticky on his hand. He raised it and sniffed it; it smelled fishy and was red.

This is blood!

The brain gave Fan Zhiyi feedback almost immediately. Fan Zhiyi even tried to refute the answer to calm himself down, but Bai Bai directly affirmed: "The host is right, it is blood."

Zhiyi's eyes widened, her mind went blank, and her heart pounded anxiously as if it were in a boxing ring.

He looked ahead, and the dark night enveloped everything, including the hidden dangers and fears.

Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips, forcing himself to calm down and move diagonally upwards. However, he did not notice a small pit not far away, and suddenly lost his balance and almost half of his body fell into the pit.

He was enveloped in a thick, pungent smell of blood.

Fan Zhiyi's clothes and hair were mostly stained with this smell. Fortunately, he was quick-witted and flipped himself over in time, thus saving his mouth from being smeared with blood.

The smell lingering around his nose made his stomach churn, but the original owner of this body probably hadn't eaten all day while traveling, so Fan Zhiyi could only keep dry heaving.

This startled him back to normal, and Fan Zhiyi hurriedly pushed himself up and retreated a few steps.

Whose blood is this? The blood of those four sedan bearers? Fan Zhiyi's eyes widened. Where is the corpse? With that much blood loss, is there any chance of survival?

"Host, please continue following the route."

Fan Zhiyi didn't even realize that his body was trembling. His brain almost crashed in an instant, losing the ability to think, until the cold, indifferent system voice sounded and continued to give him commands.

Fan Zhiyi gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, and then stood up and walked forward somewhat stiffly, as if his limbs had just been tamed.

At first, he walked slowly, but after getting used to it, Fan Zhiyi gradually picked up his pace, and eventually he started running like crazy.

The wind blowing against his body made his clothes, which were still soaked with blood, cling to his skin, making him very uncomfortable. In addition, knowing that it was blood, Fan Zhiyi, as a person from the real world, had never encountered such a situation before, and he found it difficult to accept psychologically.

The nausea persisted, making him feel dizzy and lightheaded.

Fan Zhiyi simply took off his outer robe, which was the most heavily stained, and threw it aside, only then did he feel a little more comfortable.

On the way, Fan Zhiyi found a few more scattered human body parts. He forced himself to ignore them; after all, in a novel like this, severed limbs and dismembered bodies were commonplace. Later, when he started interacting with the male protagonist, he would encounter even more terrifying events, and by then, what he saw now would be nothing.

"Bai Bai, if the host suffers a mental injury during the mission, will you help the host recover after the mission is completed?"

“This is outside the system’s scope of work,” Bai Bai replied. “But the host doesn’t need to worry too much, because the host’s task is special. After the host completes it and receives the reward, the memories of this world will gradually fade until they are forgotten. As long as the host gets through the first few days, everything will be fine afterward.”

Tsk, Fan Zhiyi felt that Bai Bai's system department was simply heartless, and instantly felt like he had been tricked.

Indeed, after seeing these pieces of flesh several times, Fan Zhiyi's tolerance improved a bit. Finally, he approached the end of the route—the mountaintop—and finally saw the pitiful owner of those dismembered corpses.