I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Seeing that Bing Nandong's face was still flushed, Fan Zhiyi asked sincerely, "Are you running a fever and your mind isn't quite clear?"

"Fan Zhiyi, if you can't speak properly, I can help you shut up."

Fan Zhiyi covered his mouth: "There's one more thing, could you give me a few more of those talismans? Please, please."

Now that we have the Qiankun Bag, we can put anything in it, which is incredibly convenient. We can easily stock up on hundreds or thousands of talismans.

"What do you need so many for?" Bing Nandong remembered that he had given her two.

"How long is the shelf life of this talisman? No, I mean, how long will its effects last?"

"Do not get it wet, and do not damage the writing or the yellow paper."

"Then give me more, I'll give a few more to Xiaobao, and I'll keep the rest just in case."

Bing Nandong glanced at him: "You think this talisman is so easy to come by?"

Hmm? Isn't it just like in those horror movies he's seen, where you just use a brush and cinnabar to write on yellow paper?

“Drawing a talisman connects with the writer’s spirit and energy. A good talisman can open the gates of humanity, close the gates of the underworld, and protect the peace of a region. There are also many intricacies to drawing talismans. If you are not careful, it will be a piece of waste paper and will not serve any purpose. Therefore, it is a great test of one’s character.” Bing Nandong explained when he saw Fan Zhiyi’s blank expression.

Fan Zhiyi felt no joy at receiving new knowledge. Instead, he sighed resentfully, praying that he was overthinking things and that the female ghost was still trapped inside and wouldn't go mad and chase him here.

Probably not?

Fan Zhiyi touched the wound on his arm through his sleeve; it was almost healed. "I'm not bleeding from my waist, am I?"

"No."

Fan Zhiyi nodded, instantly feeling much more at ease.

As he said, Bingnan and Xiaobao slept in the bed, while he slept on the floor by himself.

It's still a bit chilly on the floor at this time of year.

Also, the space under Bing Nandong's bed is pitch black, directly facing Fan Zhiyi, and Fan Zhiyi always felt that something might crawl out from under there.

While the candlelight was on, Fan Zhiyi deliberately reached in and touched the inside, despite Bing Nandong's skeptical look, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming it was safe.

As soon as Bing Nandong blew out the candle, Fan Zhiyi immediately wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, turned over so his back was to the bottom of the bed, and forced himself not to think about scary things, counting sheep to help him fall asleep.

After a while, Fan Zhiyi successfully fell asleep again, even though he had slept quite well the previous times he was in the woods.

It was so quiet all around that even the sound of breathing seemed a little eerie.

Fan Zhiyi was a little scared, feeling a chill down his spine. He whispered, "Bing Nandong, are you asleep? If you're not, I have something to tell you."

"explain."

Having received a response, Fan Zhiyi immediately sat up, wrapped in the blanket, and stared at the figure on the bed: "Is Xiaobao asleep?"

"She's asleep. What do you want to say? Speak quickly."

"It's about that tall, thin guy, Qin Shuan." Fan Zhiyi pondered, still feeling that he should tell Bing Nandong about this. He hadn't had the chance before, but now he could say it. "Actually, just now, he tried to kill me."

Bing Nandong suddenly opened his eyes without saying a word.

After not receiving a response from Bing Nandong for a long time, Fan Zhiyi began to have wild thoughts.

So, Bing Nandong also knew about this? Did he find out now, or even earlier, before he himself transmigrated here?

However, since his life was at stake, Fan Zhiyi had to consider things more carefully. Could it be that Bing Nandong and the original owner of this body had a grudge against each other, and the original owner wanted to kill Bing Nandong, while Bing Nandong also wanted to kill the original owner? So, Bing Nandong instigated his junior brothers and sisters to kill the original owner in the haunted house...

No, no.

Fan Zhiyi shook his head. His guess was too dark. Thinking about it carefully, Bing Nandong was actually quite good to him. Even when his life was in danger, he didn't abandon him. Even when Bing Nandong was a burden, he didn't leave him behind.

Bing Nandong's silence unsettled Fan Zhiyi. He knew he shouldn't have spoken up. Firstly, Bing Nandong considered Qin Shuan a friend and might not be able to accept it psychologically, so he might not believe him. Secondly, people's hearts are unpredictable. What if Bing Nandong suddenly changed his attitude because of this, thinking of killing him for the sake of his friend and letting the secret sink without a trace?

What should I do? What should he say? Should he just say, "I was just kidding"?

That's wrong.

"I won't let anything happen to you," Bing Nandong suddenly said.

"Huh? Oh." Fan Zhiyi didn't expect Bing Nandong to say that, and responded blankly before lying down.

In fact, a large part of Qin Shuan's motive for wanting to kill him was to prevent him from revealing that he had been abandoned by Qin Shuan in the haunted house.

Then why did Qin Shuan leave him in the haunted house? Was it to avenge Bing Nandong? But that doesn't make sense. Even Bing Nandong didn't know that he asked Zhuang Yujing to help kill Bing Nandong, so how would Qin Shuan know?

No, no, no, the original owner definitely tried to kill Bing Nandong more than once, there was a second and a third time, so the original owner actually tried to assassinate Bing Nandong many times!

The more Fan Zhiyi thought about it, the more complicated it became. He felt like his brain was about to explode, and he was grateful for his rich imagination.

Forget it, go to sleep.

After struggling for a long time, Fan Zhiyi finally drifted into a long-awaited dream.

Not long after, he felt someone get up and turn on the light. He groggily got up and sat up, only to find it was Bing Nandong.

His hair was loose, and he casually draped a robe over his shoulders. He shielded his eyes from the candlelight with his hand, and when he realized he was being watched, he said softly, "It's alright, go to sleep."

Fan Zhiyi wondered if it was because of his hairstyle, but Bing Nandong seemed exceptionally gentle now, and even his face was softened by the candlelight.

Yes, he is handsome.

Fan Zhiyi offered a fair assessment, and then went back to sleep.

Fan Zhiyi had a series of nightmares during his sleep, waking up multiple times. The candlelight flickered on and off until dawn before he finally fell into a deep sleep.

The result of not sleeping well last night was that Bing Nandong got up and went to the courtyard to practice a set of sword techniques. When he came back, he found Fan Zhiyi was still sleeping. After taking Xiaobao to eat breakfast, he came back and found Fan Zhiyi was still sleeping. When he went out for a walk and chatted with his junior brothers for a while, he came back and found that Fan Zhiyi was still sleeping!

Bing Nandong originally had something he wanted to give to Fan Zhiyi, but he suppressed the urge to wake Fan Zhiyi up several times, feeling that doing so would make it seem like he was giving it to him specifically, as if he cared about him a lot.

Therefore, every now and then, Bing Nan would pretend to return to the room to check.

After finishing lunch, Bing Nandong returned to his room and saw that Xiao Bao had finished eating obediently and was reading a book. The food on the table had gone cold, and Fan Zhiyi was still asleep.

Xiao Bao said, "Brother said he's very sleepy and wants to sleep a little longer, so he won't eat."