I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bing Nandong raised the corners of his mouth: "Take a rest, I'll call you for lunch later."

"But all your cakes are here with me. Do you mean there's something else for lunch?" The male protagonist could eat delicacies here if he wanted.

"...No, then eat by yourself if you're hungry, but don't leave this bed."

Bing Nandong left again. Fan Zhiyi sat blankly on the bed, lost in thought. After a while, Fan Zhiyi asked, "Bai Bai, how similar am I to the male lead's white moonlight?"

"...very similar."

What kind of person is the male lead's "white moonlight" (ideal love/ideal)?

"Host, the information the system has also comes from the original novel and current events."

In short, the system doesn't know either. Fan Zhiyi propped his head up and thought about the descriptions of the "white moonlight" in the novel. The only thing he could tell was that the male protagonist's white moonlight was gone.

Whatever, a stand-in is fine. Let's finish the mission as soon as possible, make our wish, and leave.

Fan Zhiyi patted his face to cheer himself up, telling himself that a bright future was beckoning him, and he would definitely make a wish to become the world's richest man, sitting on mountains of gold and silver.

Seeing this, Bai Bai didn't forget to promote its tired suggestion that it had repeated several times: "Host, why don't you go and confess to the male lead? That way, you should have delivered enough warmth, and we'll have completed more than half of our mission."

Fan Zhiyi's lips twitched: "You probably want to just send me away." He still had to maintain his bottom line and protect his chastity to the death.

Fan Zhiyi took another big bite of the pancake, then put it away. He wasn't worried that the male lead would poison him; after all, that kind of death was too boring, and Fan Zhiyi was betting the male lead wouldn't care.

After putting on his shoes, Fan Zhiyi tidied his clothes and his overly long hair. Although several days had passed, he was still not used to having long hair. Every day, he could only grab his hands and tie it behind his head, as long as it didn't get in the way.

Having finished arranging everything, Fan Zhiyi walked out of the archway.

Just as the system had predicted, most people were setting up formations in the courtyard, seemingly intending to make it their strongest base. A few individuals with lower cultivation levels stayed inside the houses to avoid causing trouble; these were mostly young masters and ladies on their way to arrange marriages.

Fan Zhiyi glanced at them briefly and saw the still somewhat delirious Miss Gao and the thin, frail young master from last night.

However, what caught Fan Zhiyi's attention the most was Young Master Fan. He had an aura of death about him, and his face was as white as a sheet of paper. He was wrapped in heavy clothes and leaned against the door, looking at the group of people in the courtyard, seemingly lost in thought.

Fan Zhiyi felt that although it was impolite to make such a guess, Young Master Fan might not live much longer.

"Bai Bai, what is Young Master Fan's full name?"

“Fan Zhiyi.” Bai Bai didn’t hide anything. “The Fan family changed his name and trained him to imitate the words and actions of the male lead’s white moonlight.”

His name is also Fan Zhiyi...

"Isn't the name Fan Zhiyi already too common here, so Bai Bai, that's why you changed my name?" Fan Zhiyi asked.

"That's one reason."

"I remember you mentioned that the male lead's ideal woman is also named Fan Zhiyi, right?"

"Yes, host, this is also a deduction based on the currently known clues."

Fan Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. Was it a coincidence? It was exactly the same as his name in real life.

Based on his years of experience reading novels, Fan Zhiyi felt there was more to this than met the eye, but Bai Bai certainly wouldn't tell him. So Fan Zhiyi continued, "You gave me this name, Yi Zhifan, you said you fought for it, what does that mean?"

Bai Bai felt there was no need to hide this: "Bai Yueguang used two aliases, Yi Zhifan and Yi Zhifan, which few people know. Therefore, host, you don't need to use yourself as a substitute; it will be more beneficial to complete the mission by directly disguising yourself as Bai Yueguang."

He's faking it? Forget it. Neither he nor Bai Bai know what kind of person Bai Yueguang is. The male lead isn't easy to fool, and if he's discovered, he's doomed. He should just stick to playing his role as a stand-in.

This lousy system keeps giving him bad advice; he's starting to suspect that Bai Bai is a spy sent by the male lead.

"And what about Young Master Fan? How much does Young Master Fan resemble Bai Yueguang?"

“I really don’t want to,” Bai Bai added. “The Fan family sent Bai Yueguang to the male lead’s sect, Tianyun Sect, a long time ago, so the Fan family doesn’t really know Bai Yueguang.”

And yet, they still dared to train Young Master Fan to imitate Bai Yueguang. Fan Zhiyi was momentarily unsure whether the Fan family wanted to be chosen as a marriage partner or not.

"Sigh, everyone has their own difficulties," Fan Zhiyi sighed.

Just then, Young Master Fan looked over and smiled at him, a pale and weak smile: "Zhi Fan, come here."

Since Bing Nandong was not present, Fan Zhiyi also had something to ask Young Master Fan: "Young Master Fan, approximately how long ago was it that I parted ways with you?"

About two days ago.

He was definitely not the one traveling with Young Master Fan and the others at that time; he was clearly with Bing Nandong back then.

Good, good, good. Bing Nandong even had a ghost impersonate him to confuse the public, shift the blame, and make these cultivators suspect each other and kill one another. Impressive! Bing Nandong would probably be very successful as a director.

"Here, do ghosts only come out at night? Did I make any new discoveries in the house while I was away?" Fan Zhiyi carefully considered his words. He didn't need to let them know that the Fan Zhiyi he knew before was a ghost in disguise, otherwise they would suspect him again, which would be troublesome.

Young Master Fan looked at him, no longer as distant as when he first entered the house. Fan Zhiyi guessed that it might be because Young Master Fan had become separated from most of the Fan family members, and in addition, he was in poor health. Moreover, Fan Zhiyi was close to Bing Nandong, so Young Master Fan was now planning to befriend him.

However, Young Master Fan remained silent for a long time, only staring at Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi frowned, feeling a little uneasy under his gaze. Moreover, he didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Young Master Fan was even colder when he got closer.

"Zhifan, you're not quite the same as before," Young Master Fan calmly concluded. "As your younger brother, I'm very happy to see you like this."

Really? I don't think you're happy at all.

Fan Zhiyi thought to himself, but replied perfunctorily, "If I were still the same as before in this house, I probably wouldn't be alive now."

"Indeed." Young Master Fan smiled slightly, looking at Bing Nandong in the courtyard. "You've always been lucky."

Fan Zhiyi was speechless. In fact, they were all quite unlucky, but he was the most unlucky: "Young Master Fan, how were you all doing when I wasn't around?"

"The ghosts are getting more and more powerful every day, and they no longer only appear at night."

"So the dead people you're talking about, are they still going on after I left? One person dies every night?"

"Correct."