I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Something cold dripped onto Fan Zhiyi's face. Fan Zhiyi felt the continuous chill, moved his fingers, and then suddenly opened his eyes. All he could see was black; he couldn't see anything.

"Bye-bye, bye-bye!" To be honest, Fan Zhiyi was panicking. He didn't understand whether he was dead or what had happened. It seemed like he was the only person left in his world. A gust of wind swept past him, and Fan Zhiyi was so startled that he hugged his arms tightly, feeling as if countless monsters were watching him intently.

His nerves were stretched to the limit, ready to snap at any moment.

"This is the consequence of the host not listening to my advice. If the host had done as I said..."

"If I did what you said, I would have been tortured to death long ago. You know what kind of person the male lead is, don't you?"

That's because he doesn't know your name yet.

"What's so special about this name you gave me?" Fan Zhiyi was also angry. He really couldn't understand why the system couldn't listen to his opinions and what it was hiding from him. If they wanted to complete the mission properly, the two of them should cooperate.

Fan Zhiyi pondered for a while and felt that the only thing that could soften the male lead's heart was his white moonlight: "Is this the name of the male lead's white moonlight?"

The system remained unresponsive, and the rain intensified. Fan Zhiyi was in pain all over; it was a miracle he hadn't been crippled after falling from such a height. He could only grope his way forward.

Thanks to the male lead, he's truly blind now and doesn't know where he is. Fan Zhiyi guesses he probably won't survive. Deep down, he's somewhat resentful. If he also had powerful cultivation, or if he had chosen to jump off the cliff himself, would his fate have been better?

A bitter feeling welled up inside Fan Zhiyi, so bitter that he wanted to cry. He had experienced so much since he arrived, and now he was alone, not knowing where he was or what dangers lay around him. His whole body was in so much pain. How could he be so unlucky? There must be very few transmigrators this unlucky.

It would have been better if he had just died in the first place.

Bah, don't talk nonsense. If you survive a fall off a cliff, you're bound to have good fortune later.

Fan Zhiyi wiped away his tears with his sleeve, burying all his resentment and fear deep inside.

"It was Bai Yueguang's former name." The system suddenly replied to him, its electronic voice becoming calmer. Fan Zhiyi seemed to detect a hint of apology and goodwill. "The host's eyes are not blind; they have simply been obscured by the male lead's magic. The system can provide navigation services for the host."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Zhiyi's current location and surrounding environment appeared in his mind. To be honest, it was no different from when his eyes could still see, except that he was not used to it.

However, being able to see his surroundings clearly made Fan Zhiyi feel much more relaxed. In front of him was a house that looked quite old, with its simple and old gate wide open and the words "Xue Residence" written on the plaque above the door.

The font was different from the simplified Chinese characters that Fan Zhiyi had learned in the real world, but strangely, Fan Zhiyi was able to read it.

Xue Residence? Where is this? Didn't he fall off the cliff? Fan Zhiyi looked behind him. The road there was shrouded in thick black fog, obscuring the view inside and the end of the road. It gave him a very ominous feeling.

The combination of elements—barren mountains, rainy days, darkness, and old houses—if placed in a ghost movie, would almost certainly result in encountering a malevolent spirit.

Fan Zhiyi didn't really want to go into the Xue residence, but the rain had turned into large drops, like urgent drumbeats urging him to go inside and take shelter from the rain.

"Bai Bai, do I really want to go in?"

"The host did fall off the cliff, but did not land at the bottom. Instead, the host arrived at the place the male protagonist wanted the host to go."

This means that the male lead might still be watching him from somewhere, or perhaps Fan Zhiyi remembered the male lead's words, "I've thought of something even more fun," and the male lead hadn't had enough of him and wasn't letting him go; he was being watched by the male lead!

Fan Zhiyi was terrified by this conjecture, feeling a chill run down his spine from his feet. This was what should have been even more terrifying. The male protagonist found him amusing and wanted to play him to death. This was the real case of being unable to live or die. Losing his sight was just the beginning.

Fan Zhiyi was in a bad mood. He had known from the beginning that the mortality rate for this mission's host was very high. He pursed his lips, looking at the door in front of him, but if he didn't try, there was absolutely no hope of survival.

Fan Zhiyi stood up, silently hoping that he could suffer less. If things really got too unbearable, he could... he could bite his tongue and commit suicide, but just thinking about it was painful.

Bai Bai seemed to think that Fan Zhiyi hadn't suffered enough of a blow, and continued, "When the host was confronting the male lead earlier, the male lead seemed to have put something on the host."

Fan Zhiyi: "!!!" Holy crap, that's ruthless. "What did he give me? What am I supposed to do? Am I going to be in unbearable pain...?"

"Host, calm down. The system detected nothing after scanning. It probably needs a trigger condition. The mark on your left arm is actually stranger."

Fan Zhiyi rolled up his sleeve and successfully "saw" the seven-pointed star-shaped bluish-black mark on his arm. It looked like sashimi, and even after rubbing his skin until it turned red, he couldn't get rid of it. Just looking at it, he felt it was no good: "Did the male lead do this to me too? What do you think he'd do this to me for?"

"I don't know," Bai Bai said fairly and impartially. "It doesn't feel like the male lead did it."

Fan Zhiyi sighed and Bai Bai comforted him, "Host, you don't need to worry too much. As a system, I can't fathom some of the emotions and thoughts of humans. I can only analyze them through past big data. But you have made up for this shortcoming. I will find ways to help you in other aspects so that we can complete the mission as soon as possible."

"Okay, I understand." Fan Zhiyi stood up. This feeling of not being able to see was strange. Even standing up, he felt like the ground beneath his feet wasn't solid. If it weren't for Bai Bai's help, Fan Zhiyi probably would have needed a long time to get used to just standing up. "Can the male lead be located? Is he nearby?"

"Here I am."

Fan Zhiyi knew that this scoundrel of a male protagonist would definitely seek revenge for the eye injury if given the chance.

Of course, Fan Zhiyi was well aware that this was just him talking nonsense, but talking nonsense can also make people happy.

Fan Zhiyi's brows relaxed, but the injuries from the fall still ached, causing him to hiss as he trudged forward with heavy steps, wincing in pain.

"What's strange about this house?"

"This is a haunted house. Please prepare yourself mentally. Simply put, for various reasons, ghosts are trapped inside and cannot escape. The house is filled with malevolent and yin energy. If a person stays inside for a long time, they will gradually become exhausted and lose their senses..."

Fan Zhiyi chimed in: "Is it commonly known as having your yang energy drained?"