I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bing Nandong was also flustered. If Fan Zhiyi found out that he had been staring at him, would Fan Zhiyi find it strange?

No, Fan Zhiyi's expression clearly showed fear. What was he afraid of? Bing Nandong felt uneasy and puzzled, but he couldn't show it too obviously. He could only pretend to have just woken up and ask in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong's face. He had once praised this face as one of the rarest in heaven and earth, and he had also envied the other's unparalleled cultivation and praised his sense of justice. But all of that... He was the male protagonist, he was Bing Nandong...

Fan Zhiyi gripped the blanket tightly, clenching his teeth. He had been deceived; it was all a lie.

This person was Bing Nandong. He wanted to play a trick on them, so he didn't hesitate to disguise himself and get into the act.

And what about himself? He was so stupid, he even went to warn "Cen Jun" not to get involved, not to get targeted by the male lead… Damn it, "Cen Jun" is the male lead himself! At that moment, Bing Nan Dong was probably thinking something funny, something ridiculous…

The person who truly wanted to kill him had been lurking around him all along, watching him jump around like a clown.

Even the initial rescue was orchestrated by Bing Nandong!

It's all a lie! I was thinking of him, but he wanted to ruin me!

Fan Zhiyi's chest heaved violently with grief and indignation. He glared at Bing Nandong, a look that Bing Nandong found unfamiliar. Fan Zhiyi had never looked at him like that before. This made Bing Nandong feel as if if he didn't do something, this person would leave again, and he couldn't bear to go crazy again.

Finally, Fan Zhiyi spoke first: "You haven't slept at all?" His voice was a little cold.

"I'm used to sleeping with my eyes open," Bing Nandong lied without batting an eye, lowering his voice to the softest tone. "What's wrong?"

Fan Zhiyi didn't want to expose him, so he pointed to himself and couldn't help but laugh: "Me?" After discovering that he was a joker, how could he possibly sleep!

He exhaled a breath of stale air, turned his face away, and wiped the smile from his lips, trying to calm himself down. Looking at Bing Nandong again, he was afraid he really wouldn't be able to resist rushing up and punching this protagonist a couple of times. Addicted to role-playing, huh? Why don't you go win an Oscar for Best Actor?

"I had a nightmare in which you also turned into a ghost and tried to kill me. It must be because the scene I saw before was too terrifying."

But... Fan Zhiyi suddenly deflated. If he was so easily fooled, who else would they fool? A character like "Cen Jun" must be an important role in the book. Thinking about it more carefully, the only character in the book who is good-looking, has good cultivation, and possesses leadership skills is the protagonist, right? The answer was so obvious; he was just too stupid.

Fan Zhiyi's eyes stung a little. In the end, only he could be trusted. Oh well, they had only known each other for two days anyway. If he was fooled, he was fooled.

Upon hearing this, Bing Nandong had a bad feeling: "Dreams and reality are opposites."

"Oh." Fan Zhiyi looked at the red rope, feeling a mix of emotions. The male owner was here, and he was the one who created the haunted house, so why bother with all this fuss? "I still feel uncomfortable keeping this rope tied up like this. Let's take it off. It shouldn't cause any problems."

Bing Nandong paused for a moment, then cast a spell: "I've made it invisible. Without any mental cultivation, its presence is practically zero."

"Oh."

Bai Bai asked, "Host, are you alright?"

"Very good." Fan Zhiyi replied to Bing Nandong in his mind, then said, "Continue to rest, tomorrow will be very busy."

He was indeed very busy. The main character was right next to him, causing them trouble. How could he not be busy? Fan Zhiyi lay down facing Bing Nandong with utter desolation. He was completely unable to sleep now, his nerves were on edge.

Bing Nandong glanced at Fan Zhiyi, who seemed to want to embed himself in the wall, and felt a little strange. But considering what Fan Zhiyi had said, he was timid by nature, and it was understandable that he would be wary of him after having such a dream. It was just that he kept encountering these kinds of things, and his relationship with Fan Zhiyi had not progressed at all.

"Host." Bai Bai knew Fan Zhiyi was in a bad mood, but it was a system and couldn't empathize, so it deliberately poked at Fan Zhiyi's sore spot. "Didn't you recognize the male lead?"

"You told me the male lead's name is Bing Nandong!"

"Yes, this was deduced from the data we collected earlier. After all, this novel doesn't have a name, only a pseudonym."

"Then he told me his name was Cen Jun!" Fan Zhiyi was furious as soon as he brought it up.

"...Host, the male lead must have his reasons for doing this."

"Nonsense! He just wants to take revenge on society!" Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He seemed to have been tricked into cursing the cult leader... Damn it, why am I so unlucky? Why am I so unlucky? He's going to die a horrible death later!

Fan Zhiyi sighed, his mind a complete blank, even feeling like he wouldn't see the sun rise tomorrow. Oh, there's no daytime here, so he's never seen the sun anyway: "System, just give me a quick death, let me leave without this pain."

"Host, are you very sad?"

"Can't you tell? I'm scared! I think the male lead is going to kill me!"

"Don't worry, host, the male lead won't kill you."

Bai Bai's words cleared some of the fog from Fan Zhiyi's confused mind. Yes, he wouldn't kill him.

Fan Zhiyi frowned: "Bai Bai, I think the male lead is using me as a substitute." He didn't want to repeat the plot of those substitute novels—loving and killing the male lead, killing and dying, dying and loving again, loving and dying again, endlessly.

"..."

"I shouldn't die for now, at least not until the male lead finds a suitable replacement."

Bai Bai: "...Please maintain a positive and optimistic attitude towards this mission, host."

Fan Zhiyi was furious: "Am I not being positive and optimistic?"

"...Host, please get some rest tonight and calm down."

Rest? Sleep my foot! The guy lying across from him is the big boss of the whole book!

Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes and strained to sense the movements of the male protagonist opposite him. He touched the dagger in his pocket, which the male protagonist had given him. He wondered how effective it was. Surely no one would actually give someone something that could hurt them?

Is the male lead asleep?

Fan Zhiyi dared not open his eyes. He kept them tightly shut, afraid that he might see something he shouldn't have, and that he would be laid off early and killed to cover it up.

Bing Nandong could still keep an eye on Fan Zhiyi, but he frowned, still unable to understand why Fan Zhiyi had such a view of him. He thought it best to end things here as soon as possible and reopen.

The two lay on the same bed, both pretending to be asleep, but neither was actually sleepy. One was experiencing the bitterness of unrequited love, while the other was too afraid to move—a truly dramatic scene.