I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"Pumpkin, is this the new friend you made over there? Would you like to introduce it to me?"

Pumpkin grabbed Fan Zhiyi's shirt hem and dragged him toward the puppy. The puppy backed away when it saw this. Fan Zhiyi smiled at it and gently comforted it, saying "Don't be afraid" several times. After hesitating for a while, it ran over on its short legs and rubbed against Fan Zhiyi's trouser leg.

It looks so familiar, so very familiar. Have I really never seen this puppy before?

Fan Zhiyi woke up, blinked, and felt a slight pang in his heart. He hadn't dreamed of pumpkins in a long time, and he never expected that when he dreamed of them again, it would be a pumpkin saving him. And that little dog... Fan Zhiyi subconsciously just considered it a product of the dream.

Am I still dreaming now?

Fan Zhiyi had a good way to verify it; he called out, "Bai Bai."

"what happened?"

"It was a nightmare."

Bai Bai: "...So, you want me to comfort you?"

Fan Zhiyi: "Tsk tsk, what a ruthless system."

"Hmph, if the host needs this service, the system can find a whole basketful for you."

Fan Zhiyi was too lazy to argue with it. This system was really aloof at first, but the more he spent time with it, the more he found it had a sharp tongue.

"What is this?" Fan Zhiyi stared at the small note that had appeared in his hand without him noticing. He looked up and found that Xiaoman had also fallen asleep and was holding a note in her hand as well.

You promised to stay by his side, but you slept even more soundly than him...

Fan Zhiyi subconsciously felt something was wrong, so he carefully avoided waking Xiaoman, who was sleeping next to the bed frame. He moved closer to the light and saw the handwriting on the note: "The night has brought things that shouldn't exist. Sleeping is the best way to avoid seeing them."

What a self-deceiving, idealistic view that if you can't see it, it doesn't exist. Fan Zhiyi was sighing inwardly when the note suddenly turned into a beam of light and entered his body. At the same moment, a clear female voice in Fan Zhiyi's head repeated the sentence, and then everything returned to silence.

Fan Zhiyi asked Bai Bai, "What the heck is this? It's so smart, it even knows I can't see and it can read aloud?"

"The note that suddenly appeared while the host was asleep, judging from the situation, it should only be seen by the host and then destroyed."

Fan Zhiyi reacted unusually quickly: "Did the male lead make this?" Then he got out of bed, picked up the candlestick, and carefully squatted down to look at the note in Xiaoman's hand.

However, since Xiaoman was holding the note, it was difficult to see what was written on it. If the movement was too large, it might wake Xiaoman up.

As Fan Zhiyi was pondering what to do, he suddenly felt a cool breeze brush against his neck, making him shrink back in response.

Wait, that's not right...

Just then, the wind chimes by the window in the room began to spin and ring, the delicate white porcelain and glass colliding with each other to produce a crisp, tinkling sound. But in the endless darkness, in a place where the candlelight could not reach, this only made it feel particularly eerie.

"Ding-a-ling," "Ding-a-ling," "Ding-a-ling," "Clang clang clang"...

The wind chimes seemed to be being mischievously manipulated, suddenly colliding haphazardly and making a chaotic, rapid sound.

Fan Zhiyi still vividly remembered the gruesome sight of the ghost hanging from the rafters in his dream, and the wind chime happened to be on the window on the side where the person had hanged. Fan Zhiyi remembered observing before going to sleep that every window in the room was tightly closed. So the question is, how did the wind chime ring?

Fan Zhiyi felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Just then, Xiaoman was also awakened by the ringing. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and was about to see what was happening when Fan Zhiyi reached out and covered his eyes.

Xiaoman asked in surprise, "Young Master?"

"Xiaoman, did you open the window after I fell asleep?"

"No, Xiaoman has been watching over the young master."

Fan Zhiyi: "..."

"Young master, that bell..."

"...Don't overthink it, don't look at it too much," Fan Zhiyi said. He really didn't want to think about what the male lead meant by the words he left him, or why the wind chime would ring for no reason. "Now I'm letting go, don't be stupid enough to turn around and look. Curiosity killed the cat."

"Oh, by the way, young master, can you see now?"

"..." Damn, he forgot about that. "No, I just covered your eyes with my super sixth sense."

Fortunately, Xiaoman didn't dwell on the issue, and Fan Zhiyi withdrew his hand.

At this moment, the wooden chair tilted for no reason, with only one leg being forcibly dragged across the floor. The "scratching" sound made Fan Zhiyi grit his teeth, cover his ears, and get goosebumps all over his body.

"Host, I also advise you not to look. The chair was dragged in front of the dressing mirror, and then there was a woman in red combing her hair in the mirror. Her eyes were dark and hollow, filled with tears..."

"Thank you!" Fan Zhiyi shouted in his mind, interrupting Bai Bai's words. "There's no need to go into so much detail. I really don't want to know at all."

Although he enjoys reading horror stories, encountering one in real life is completely different from what the protagonists in movies, TV shows, novels, and comics encounter, okay? Also, what kind of classic ghost image is this, and it's a female ghost in red again? Can't the author come up with something more original?

As if to confirm Fan Zhiyi's words, a knock came at the window. Suddenly, all sorts of noises gathered together, as if vying to put on a show for Fan Zhiyi and Xiaoman.

"Thump thump thump" "Thump thump thump" "Thump thump thump"...

The intervals between each knock were exactly the same, frighteningly precise.

The room was filled with a woman's mournful humming, which, combined with the incessant knocking and the frantic ringing of the wind chimes, created an eerie atmosphere.

Xiaoman frowned and whispered, "Young master, something is very wrong. The two guards wouldn't knock on the door without saying a word, and there shouldn't be any noise in the room."

This is obvious, my friend.

Fan Zhiyi asked, "Can you solve these problems?"

"It's hard to say," Xiaoman said solemnly. "How could there suddenly be so many strange occurrences in a house that was peaceful before?"

Alright, alright, stop guessing. What Fan Zhiyi is looking for now is a solution. With the few mediocre, half-baked spells he just learned, Fan Zhiyi can't guarantee that he won't hold others back.

However, Fan Zhiyi already knew the answer to Xiaoman's question, but unfortunately, he couldn't tell her. After all, with so much information suddenly appearing and combined with their previous experiences, it was obvious without even thinking that the male lead was behind it all. After holding back for so long, the male lead was finally preparing to unleash his ultimate move, wasn't he?