I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi's hands trembled with fear and uncertainty. He was panting heavily, and the rain had already soaked him to the bone. Fan Zhiyi forced his eyes open, not daring to even blink.

Xiaoman stopped, her face contorted in pain. Fan Zhiyi knew it was working, but his magical power was too weak, so he could only turn to the system for help: "Bai Bai, what do we do now?"

“Host, you can run away on your own. Your escape skills are pretty good,” Bai Bai replied.

Fan Zhiyi didn't have time to think, because he saw countless dead hands clinging to the well wall behind him, scrambling to crawl out. Fan Zhiyi's scalp tingled; he didn't feel like he was seeing countless "Sadako" figures rushing towards him.

Just then, Fan Zhiyi's magic failed, and the evil spirit regained control of Xiaoman's body. With a ferocious expression, it grabbed Fan Zhiyi's hair and dragged him toward the dry well, saying, "Why won't you listen to me, brother? I'm doing this to protect you! I'm doing this to protect you!"

Fan Zhiyi used exorcism techniques several more times during this period, but the effect was getting worse each time. Fan Zhiyi's physical disadvantages also became apparent, and he felt like all his strength was being drained away.

Seeing that he was really about to reach the well, Fan Zhiyi's survival instincts allowed him to break free of his restraints with a final strike. The pain on his scalp made him exceptionally clear-headed, and Fan Zhiyi took a few steps back and started running.

The evil spirit raised its dagger and chased after him, shouting, "You're not my brother! You're a ghost! You killed my brother, and now you want to kill me? I won't let you succeed! I won't let you succeed!"

Dude, who's the ghost here? Are you trying to call for help? Can't you have some decency?

Fan Zhiyi had no idea how he had managed to evade the confrontations time and time again. He could only keep moving around, running back the way he came to a place far away from the well, hoping to run into some acquaintances, but unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

"Host, I don't even know what to say to you." Bai Bai said helplessly.

Fan Zhiyi didn't have time to listen to its rambling: "Then shut up."

As Fan Zhiyi ran, he pondered another exorcism technique he had just learned. He formed hand seals several times, almost to the point of tears. Finally, when he saw a trace of spiritual energy appear at his fingertips, he stopped abruptly and shouted, "Host, move to the right!"

His body reacted before his brain. Fan Zhiyi turned his head slightly to the side. The dagger grazed his cheek. Even with lingering fear, Fan Zhiyi didn't forget to cast a spell directly at the other person, sending him flying.

The price of this move was also terrible. Fan Zhiyi himself was not much better off. The recoil made him stagger back a few steps, and the blood in his throat made him choke several times. His face visibly lost its color.

Fan Zhiyi knelt on the ground, his back bent, completely exhausted. His eyes were fixed on Xiaoman, wary of him bluffing again. Fortunately, Xiaoman had finally fainted.

"Host, although you don't like to hear this, as your system, I still have to remind you that this is a fictional world. They are not real people. You don't need to help them. You just need to make sure you survive and get to the male lead so that he can trust you completely and listen to you." Bai Bai switched back to a calm and professional tone, and the mechanical voice resonated in your mind.

Fan Zhiyi's chest heaved from the intense exercise. The lightning had stopped, but the thunder was still rumbling, and there was no light in the courtyard.

Fan Zhiyi knew all of this. Before being possessed, Fan Zhiyi could still travel with Xiaoman. But now, with Xiaoman unconscious and Fan Zhiyi exhausted and unsure when he would fall ill, these two burdens were a dead end. They had to give up, especially since they had only known each other for less than a day.

There was no time to think or hesitate.

Fan Zhiyi propped himself up: "Bai Bai, which place in the house is safest now?"

"According to the data, everyone has been attacked by ghosts, but there are significantly more ghosts here in the host's area."

So it turns out people really do laugh when they're speechless. Fan Zhiyi gave a helpless smirk; the male lead really had a soft spot for him.

"So, where's a better place to hide now?" He had to get out of there quickly. There were ghosts all around, and he could even see the shapes of the things in the well. If they all attacked, he would be finished.

"There's nowhere to hide. The system suggests that the host should first go and meet up with the others. Here are the routes for you."

As soon as Bai Bai finished speaking, a line was marked in Fan Zhiyi's mind.

Fan Zhiyi also thought the same way about Bai Bai's suggestion, but now it's questionable whether he can hold out until he can see the others.

Well, let's just take it one step at a time. There's no better way than this.

Don't meddle in other people's business, don't act on emotion, and don't be too soft-hearted.

Fan Zhiyi silently recited the survival mantra, turned around and took a step. Rain hit his face, he clenched his fist and closed his eyes.

Holy crap!

Perhaps he wasn't suited for this kind of mission in the first place; it's just that Bai Bai had bad taste and picked him anyway.

The rain was pouring down, and the fog outside the house seeped in. Fan Zhiyi sighed and collapsed to the ground. He was truly done for; even if the Heavenly King himself came, he wouldn't make it.

He had originally intended to take Xiaoman with him on their escape, but he overestimated himself and underestimated Xiaoman's weight. How come this child looks so thin, yet she's so muscular?

Fan Zhiyi gave up after a few steps, figuring they probably wouldn't go much further before they agreed to meet on the road to the underworld.

After confirming with Bai Bai how many aggressive ghosts would be arriving at the scene, Fan Zhiyi picked up Xiaoman's dagger.

Time was of the essence. He wiped the blood off the dagger on his clothes, then, following Bai Bai's instructions, turned his head and made a deep cut on his palm, drawing blood.

According to Bai Bai, these daggers are special; they have a blood groove that can store blood, and the power of the daggers is activated by the blood of the cultivators stored within. In other words, the higher one's cultivation level, the higher the spiritual power in one's blood, and the greater the power of the dagger.

It's likely that Xiaoman knew this battle wouldn't be easy, which is why she chose to use this weapon—sacrificing herself to increase her attack power, as the saying goes, "hurting the enemy a thousand while losing eight hundred of her own."

Unaware that blood was dripping from Fan Zhiyi's palm onto the ground, Fan Zhiyi was surprised to find that the blood was absorbed as soon as it touched the ground.

Fan Zhiyi: "...What's going on?"

"Oh, I remember now, this house is alive and it drinks blood, so the host has to chant incantations while drawing it, and the speed has to be fast, otherwise the power of the blood stored in the dagger will be absorbed by the house before it can be activated."

Fan Zhiyi was speechless: "Couldn't you have said something like this earlier?" He wiped his hands on his clothes; they hurt terribly, but he just couldn't let this wretched haunted house get away with it for nothing.