I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

The sky is a mix of orange and black, with clouds rising and falling like the tide. Light and darkness exchange places in an instant; this is the natural cycle that no one can change.

Lin Taiyin really had no idea what his master was thinking at this moment. He had summoned the Water Mirror just to see the ugly behavior of these cultivators in times of crisis and have some fun. He didn't expect that when the perspective turned to Yi Zhifan, he found this person really interesting, so he watched him a few more times. Just then, he ran into his master who had returned from dealing with matters at the Heavenly Cloud Sect.

He said, "My lord, this Yi Zhifan you brought is quite capable. He looks so useless, I thought he would be one of the first to die, but I didn't expect him to have survived until now."

"..."

Seeing that Bing Nandong remained silent, Lin Taiyin assumed that Bing Nandong disliked seeing Fan Zhiyi interacting with the tall and short figures. Indeed, such interactions were far less bloody and exciting than the scenes of evil spirits hunting cultivators in other parts of the Xue residence.

So Lin Taiyin was about to show it to Bing Nandong in another place when Bing Nandong raised his hand to stop him, and then stared at it until now, until Lin Taiyin felt sleepy.

"Does Your Majesty think there's something wrong with Yi Zhifan?" Lin Taiyin's voice suddenly turned into a steady female voice, and her posture also became more upright.

Bing Nandong did not answer. Over the years, he had always been like this, not speaking easily, not liking to pay attention to others, and doing whatever he wanted. Lin Juewan had gotten used to it and answered herself: "I must order someone to investigate."

"No need."

"Should I continue to divine Fan Zhiyi's whereabouts?"

“Your soul was damaged too much from the divination. Keep it; it will be useful in other ways,” Bing Nandong said. “Have you found out where Zhuang Yujing and He An are?”

"Based on the tracking, it should be among these people in the house. I have already made a deduction, but I dare not report to my lord before I am certain." He said this, but Lin Juewan was suspicious. When had her lord ever asked her to give up divination because he was worried about her soul? Why was he suddenly saying this today? Could it be…

Her gaze returned to Yi Zhifan in the water mirror, her expression grave as she tried to discern something.

Bing Nandong chuckled lightly, his contempt evident in his eyes: "Why bother with all this effort from two idiots? They won't make a fuss. Besides, don't think about or guess what you shouldn't know."

Lin Juewan was startled and immediately lowered her head to admit her mistake: "This subordinate has failed in her duties. Please punish me, Your Majesty."

Having received no reply for a long time, Lin Juewan dared not look up. After waiting a while longer, Lin Taiyin said, "Sister, the master has already left."

Lin Juewan breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the reins to Lin Taiyin: "Keep a close watch on everything that happens at the Xue residence." After thinking for a moment, she added, "Don't pay too much attention to Yi Zhifan."

"Don't worry, sister. You get some rest. I'll take care of the rest."

"Ah."

***

After Bai Bai left, Fan Zhiyi had no one to chat with without restraint. Gao Da and Gao Xiao were also silent, so Fan Zhiyi started a conversation while sprinkling medicine on his hands: "What are we going to do later?"

In order to fully embody his blind persona, Fan Zhiyi shook the medicine powder so much that it fell haphazardly, leaving half of the wound untouched.

Gao Xiao replied irritably, "Thinking about it."

Gao Daodao: "We need to verify the accuracy of the notes we three received first. The ghosts here undoubtedly abide by certain rules, which are those written on the notes we received. Based on our observations just now, Gao Xiao's note is mostly correct; the ghosts automatically avoid places with light. By the way, do you know what note your friend received?"

Fan Zhiyi knew he was being called out; after all, they were in the same boat now, and he didn't intend to hide any information: "Xiaoman, the note he received basically said not to make any noise, because noise would attract ghosts. However, since Xiaoman and I spoke loudly many times before and after seeing this note, there's no way to verify its authenticity." Pretending to be blind is exhausting.

"Can you stop wasting medicine?" Gao Xiao couldn't stand it anymore and snatched the porcelain bottle she had just given to Fan Zhiyi, applying the medicine with less than gentle movements.

Seeing this, Gao Da looked at Fan Zhiyi earnestly and said, "Actually, I haven't told you this, but when I found you, you were probably possessed by a ghost, constantly cutting your palm with a dagger. If I had woken you up even a fraction of a second later, your hand would probably be ruined."

Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi felt his blood run cold and was filled with lingering fear. He wondered how he suddenly had so many wounds on his hands and how his clothes were covered in blood.

Fortunately, he escaped death. They say that those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune. He almost died several times, so where did his good fortune go?

"Ghosts are most likely to break the will of those with weak resolve, so be careful," Gao Xiao summarized, then frowned at Fan Zhiyi, "Why does your face look so..."

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and with lightning speed, he plugged the porcelain bottle and threw it to Gao Da, then teleported to the front to block the way.

A strong wind blew, and the door was violently thrown towards them. Gao Xiao drew his sword and slashed, shattering the door into pieces. Then, Gao Xiao dashed out, dodging the female ghost's menacing attacks and cutting her in half.

Gao Xiao steadied his steps, pointed his sword with his backhand, and increased the flame of the candle, instantly illuminating the entire room as if it were daytime. But what good did that do? Suddenly, all the windows swung open, and a cold wind rushed in. Fan Zhiyi's cool hair was blown against his body, making him shiver and even making it difficult to breathe, yet his breath was scorching hot.

Only the person experiencing it truly knows their own condition. Fan Zhiyi had a bad feeling; he seemed to have a fever, and it just so happened to be at this time…

"Why are there so many things all of a sudden?" Gao Xiao said, his sword moves already rushing out to clear the doorway, but it wasn't enough. These ghosts seemed to have broken free of their reins, swarming out from every imaginable and unimaginable place.

Gao Da immediately grabbed Xiaoman and slammed her onto his back, saying "Excuse me," before grabbing Fan Zhiyi's waist and pulling them towards the door. But Fan Zhiyi paused, looking down to see his ankle being grabbed by a strange, ghostly hand.

Before Gao Da could even make a move, Fan Zhiyi had already drawn the dagger he had been keeping. Fortunately, there was still blood in the blood groove inside. Without any further delay, he chanted an exorcism incantation and swiftly bent down to pierce the ghost hand with the dagger. The ghost hand vanished into thin air. Fan Zhiyi looked up at Gao Da and saw the momentary look of astonishment on Gao Da's face. He said, "Go quickly."