I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"It's much more serious than that. Moreover, this house was previously blessed by a high-ranking monk after a misfortune, and it remained dormant for several years until the male protagonist started using it again."

Fan Zhiyi asked, puzzled, "Why would the male lead want to use this house?"

"Gate of Hell. The host should remember that there is a Gate of Hell in the novel, right?"

"Mmm." Fan Zhiyi remembered that the Ghost Gate had always been sealed by a powerful barrier, but as the story has progressed, this barrier is now in terrible condition.

The male protagonist is the master of the Ghost Gate. He seamlessly switches between good and bad, manipulating everyone at will. At the same time, he releases all the ghosts and monsters from the Ghost Gate to overthrow the entire cultivation world, enjoying the devastating expressions of those cultivators who have hope and then fall into despair. But in reality, his true purpose is to kill himself.

Later in the novel, after the male protagonist wreaked havoc on the cultivation world and took revenge on everyone, dragging them all into a painful hellish quagmire, he felt bored and couldn't find a reason to continue living.

The novel ends with the protagonist entering the Gate of Hell during the collapse and destruction of the cultivation world. His body suffers the backlash of the forced opening of the final barrier, along with all the yin energy and resentment. His self-healing ability cannot keep up with the rate of damage. He plunges his old sword into his heart, quietly watching the world crumble, savoring his own death.

When I saw the ending, Fan Zhiyi was pounding his chest and banging his head. Even now, thinking about it gives me goosebumps. He was supposed to be the protagonist who held the fate of everyone in his hands, but he ended up living such a miserable life. But the most insane person should be the author, the one who sat at the screen typing away and decided the characters' lives.

Sigh. Fan Zhiyi sighed. Wasn't he just like the character in the book now? How could he have the mind to lament the miserable lives of others? He was the most miserable one. The author inflicted pain on the male protagonist, and the male protagonist inflicted pain on him. He was the one at the very bottom. What a miserable life!

Getting back to the main point, Fan Zhiyi couldn't recall the book describing this haunted house, so it probably wasn't important. However, the protagonist's thoughts were hard to fathom, and Fan Zhiyi decided not to try. He wasn't suited for mental tasks anyway; he'd just focus on completing his mission.

"Bye bye..." At this moment, Fan Zhiyi had already reached the gate of the Xue residence. As soon as he entered, the rain seemed to be blocking his way out. It was a curtain of beads falling vertically, or a string of thick silver needles. Large drops splashed onto the ground, and soon a small puddle formed.

A fierce wind and torrential rain came, and all you could hear was the sound of tree branches rubbing against each other and shaking violently. The wind howled like ghosts, and the rain hurt when it hit your skin.

Fan Zhiyi scrambled along the wall to move inside, but the wind made it difficult for him to walk.

As soon as they entered the haunted house, the door behind them slammed shut with a loud bang, startling the already sensitive and fragile Fan Zhiyi so much that she jumped three feet high.

Now he was truly trapped, pitifully reduced to the male protagonist's plaything.

Fan Zhiyi was extremely sad. He was cold, hungry, and in pain. What kind of suffering was this?

"What was the host trying to say?" Bai Bai asked, having not heard anything further.

Fan Zhiyi suddenly came to his senses and remembered that he still had something to say. He tended to talk a lot when he was scared, and now that there was no one around, he could only chat with Bai Bai: "Why did you say before that my soul was damaged?"

Bai Bai never expected this to be the problem, so he chose to play dead.

"We agreed to help each other. Hurry up, we're one now. Helping me is helping you. I need to understand my own situation first so I can make the right judgment and plan a solution when I encounter danger." Look how professional he is.

"There are many reasons. The host can understand it as a poor physical condition. He suffered some damage during the transmigration, but it will not cause any major problems in daily life."

Fan Zhiyi felt that Bai Bai was just giving him a perfunctory answer. It was almost as if he hadn't said anything at all. He might as well just attribute it to his bad luck, something he was born with and there was nothing he could do about it.

However, this was not what Fan Zhiyi cared about most. What he was most worried about was: "Is there any hope for my damaged soul? Can it be restored through cultivation?"

"No, so the host must pay extra attention to their body. If you feel unwell, you should immediately tell me and stay away from dangerous situations."

"Ouch." Fan Zhiyi realized that he was not only a weakling now, but also a fragile little thing, crunchy and brittle. Sigh, why did they even bother bringing someone like him into this world?

"Who are you?"

A wary voice rang out, and Fan Zhiyi looked up. What came to mind was a group of people standing at the other end of the corridor, quite a distance from him.

The one who asked him the question was the young man at the front, arms crossed, with an unapproachable expression, a face full of freckles, and an unremarkable appearance; his hair was simply tied in a high ponytail. Next to him stood a man with an expressionless face, a scar on his eyebrow, who looked exceptionally capable and silent, like a shadow guarding the young man.

"I..." Before Fan Zhiyi could finish speaking, someone answered for him, "He's from the Fan family, cough cough, Zhifan, come here." The weak and gentle voice drew everyone's attention to the far end of the corridor, where a thin young man was being supported by servants.

Although it was in a haunted house with a gloomy atmosphere, it was still summer, yet he was wearing a heavy woolen cloak draped over his shoulders, which looked like it was about to crush him.

Being too far away, Fan Zhiyi couldn't see his face clearly, but he just felt that there was something strange about this person.

So Fan Zhiyi didn't move immediately, but asked Bai Bai, "Is this young master Fan?"

"should be."

Please give me a definite answer. Aren't you part of the system?

Forget it, Bai Bai has already said that the system isn't omnipotent, and this novel is special to begin with. Now that we've come this far, we can only take it one step at a time.

As Fan Zhiyi thought this, he noticed that the freckled youth and the man at the front were looking at him with a more inquisitive gaze. Then the man started walking towards him, and Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but take a step back.

The man noticed and realized that he might have frightened Fan Zhiyi, so he moved more gently and approached Fan Zhiyi: "What happened to you? I saw you just now and you seemed to have difficulty walking. Let me help you... Are you blind?"

Fan Zhiyi nodded, and then an outer robe was draped over his shoulders. The other person explained while pulling his arm and leading him forward with great patience: "You're all soaked. If you catch a cold, it will be troublesome."

The other person's tone was completely at odds with his appearance; he turned out to be an exceptionally meticulous and kind-hearted person.

Fan Zhiyi was taken aback. Did the original owner of this body know this person before? This is too friendly to him. "Thank you."

As he passed by the freckled youth, the youth suddenly asked, "Zhifan, what's your full name?"