I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

As Fan Zhiyi drew arrays on the ground with his dagger, he chanted incantations. When he couldn't remember them, he could immediately look at the "100,000 Minor Cultivation Spells" provided by Bai Bai, which was quite convenient.

However, those ghosts wouldn't wait for Fan Zhiyi. When they simply said "We're here," Fan Zhiyi still had a few strokes left to make. He tried his best to clear his mind and focus all his attention on drawing the array. He suppressed his nervousness and unconsciously held his breath.

The icy rain lashed against his body. As the last stroke was completed, the entire magic circle emitted golden light from the very beginning, then formed a barrier. Fan Zhiyi shrank back and pulled his foot back, and the ghost that pounced on him crashed into the barrier.

It was just a hair's breadth away. If Fan Zhiyi had panicked or slowed down even a fraction of a second, he would have been torn to shreds by the evil spirit.

The bloody, churning ghost faces stared at Fan Zhiyi through a thin barrier. More and more of them appeared, covering almost every part of the barrier, allowing for a 360-degree view of all kinds of terrifying ghost faces.

Fan Zhiyi was terrified; his heart was still pounding, but he breathed a sigh of relief. The momentary relaxation brought an overwhelming wave of exhaustion.

The dagger in his hand clattered to the ground, and he lost all his strength, collapsing to the ground, unable to turn his head, and was forced to face the ghosts head-on.

His body was unable to move again, just like last time, but this time it was not as sudden as the first time the symptoms appeared, at least giving Fan Zhiyi some time to react.

Through the gaps in these ghostly faces, Fan Zhiyi saw the dark sky in the distance, where everything on earth was shrouded in darkness, which seemed to never fade and never see the dawn.

"What time is it, Bai Bai?" Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes, ignoring the images flashing through his mind.

“It’s just past six, host,” Bai Bai replied.

"It's summer now, right?"

"Ah."

The sky doesn't look like it's about to get light.

Bai Bai reminded him, "Host, your barrier won't last long, and we don't know if Xiaoman will be friend or foe when she wakes up. You should learn to think more about yourself."

"Okay." Fan Zhiyi replied casually. In the current situation, it was impossible for him to abandon Xiaoman and run away.

Bai Bai knew he wasn't listening, so she stopped talking and gave Fan Zhiyi time to rest.

Rainwater rolled down from the top of the barrier, and evil spirits gnawed at it. Fan Zhiyi enjoyed this eerie tranquility, a rare treat since his escape.

He knew that the safest thing for him was to stay put in his current state, so he not only studied the exorcism technique, but also the method of creating a barrier.

Thinking of this, Fan Zhiyi's lips curled up. Didn't he know his own character well? He was such a clever little devil.

Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi heard someone outside calling in a low, delicate voice, "Brother, brother, can you play hide-and-seek with us?"

No, no, can't you see I'm blind? Playing hide-and-seek?

"Could you help me find my eyes? My eyes are missing!"

Fan Zhiyi frowned, too lazy to even complain anymore. Damn it, how could these ghosts be so clueless? He's practically blind now; don't ask him to do anything that requires sight. And, as an aside, don't ask him to do anything else either.

After lying down for a while, Fan Zhiyi regained some consciousness. He dared not lie down any longer and immediately sat up. Ignoring the cold, he took off two coats, crawled to Xiaoman's side, and used one coat to tie Xiaoman's hands and the other coat to tie Xiaoman's legs.

After finishing all this, Fan Zhiyi was already panting heavily.

He stared at the empty blood groove on the dagger. Although he didn't want to do it, he had no choice. Fan Zhiyi steeled himself and made another cut on the congealed wound in his palm. The pain made him immediately curl up like a shrimp, but he still gripped the dagger tightly, not daring to waste a single drop of blood.

Fan Zhiyi practically crawled and knelt down to the edge of the barrier. Faced with those terrifying ghost faces, he could only choose to avoid looking at them. Then, he diligently began to draw another barrier array on the ground.

Until someone finds them or Xiaoman wakes up, he chooses to stay put. He has no choice but to stay put. If one barrier isn't enough, then he'll add another. Anyway, the system said that the ghosts released today aren't particularly powerful.

However, Fan Zhiyi was more worried about another issue: whether he would bleed to death.

Sigh, life is tough, and those ghosts just keep making all sorts of noises to scare him.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't take it anymore: "Big brothers and sisters, I really can't see. Go scare other people. You don't feel any sense of accomplishment here, right? But it's different for other people. Their eyesight is perfect. You can use all your skills to scare them until they scream and yell. Scare as many as you can."

Fan Zhiyi tried to persuade them earnestly, entirely for the sake of these ghosts' performance. Unfortunately, they couldn't understand human language, and Fan Zhiyi didn't know what charm he possessed that made them so insistent on clinging to him.

Not long after, Fan Zhiyi heard someone calling him from outside. He ignored it, but the next moment the person called out his name in this world: "Yi Zhifan".

"Yi Zhifan".

"Yi Zhifan".

The voice sounded somewhat familiar, like that sickly young master Fan. Fan Zhiyi glanced at it and saw a person standing vaguely not far away. He heard the person continue, "Come out and come with me."

Go with him? Why should I?

"There are ghosts outside, I don't want to go out," Fan Zhiyi thought, but he felt a little dizzy and could barely see what was in front of him.

"Host, host! Don't look into his eyes, host!"

Fan Zhiyi pressed the wound on his palm. The pain brought him to his senses for a moment. When he came to his senses, the figure that looked like Young Master Fan was gone. In its place was the young man from the Gao family who had once helped him, who was squatting in front of the barrier.

Fan Zhiyi, unaware of what had happened, stared blankly at the other person. The other person glanced at the array, then looked at the unfinished second circle of the array on the ground and the disheveled, blood-stained Fan Zhiyi, and said with pity, "Yi Zhifan, you're safe now. I've driven away those wandering spirits. Come back with me."

"..." Fan Zhiyi wasn't sure if this was true or false. He asked, "How can you prove you're not a ghost?"

“I…” The young man scratched the back of his head in distress, then said sincerely, “I don’t know how to prove it, but I would never hurt you. I came here to find you because I saw your room was on fire.”

Fan Zhiyi frowned, clearly not easily convinced: "Why did you come looking for me?"

"This... you might not believe it, but your name is very similar to one of my friends. He used to suffer a lot because of ghosts, just like you. He was even worse off than you. He couldn't cultivate any magic at all."