I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bai Bai roared, "Host, what's wrong with you? You've smashed the door!"

It's smashed? What nonsense are you spouting?

Fan Zhiyi looked at the intact door in front of him, then turned back to see the Du cultivator lifting his arms and legs, making cracking sounds as his bones dislocated. He then turned his neck and stood up completely, his head bowed, but his eyes were looking upwards, staring at him.

The window was behind Brother Du, and the door couldn't be opened. If he wanted to try to escape through the window, he would have to confront the ghost head-on.

Fan Zhiyi was very unsure about his own cultivation level. He still had life-saving talismans, but was now really the time to use them? And what about the red rope...?

Forget it, saving my life is the most important thing!

Fan Zhiyi pulled out a talisman and leaped forward, pointing it directly at the ghost. Instantly, the room was filled with golden light. Fan Zhiyi's eyes welled up with tears from the light, but he refused to close them. When the light faded, he looked up and saw that the room was in ruins. Du Xiushi's body lay intact on the ground, while Fan Gongzi, his clothes disheveled, held a sword in his hand, piercing a slightly transparent ghost with one stroke.

His eyes were filled with madness, and his face was contorted.

The talisman caught fire in Fan Zhiyi's hand and burned to ashes, while the ghost reached out to Fan Gongzi, but before it could even touch him, it dissipated unwillingly.

Young Master Fan let out a strange laugh, slowly raising his eyelids to look at Fan Zhiyi: "Brother, thank you."

His open collar revealed numerous red hickeys, and his disheveled hair and thin body, shrouded in a thin white robe, made him look almost like a ghost.

Outside, the rain was like clouds and mist. As Fan Zhiyi watched Young Master Fan approach, he stepped back a little.

Young Master Fan said, "Brother, why are you backing down? We are brothers, and in this house, we are the only ones who can rely on each other."

"What's your relationship with that ghost?" Fan Zhiyi asked. By quickly recalling what had just happened, Fan Zhiyi could basically guess what had occurred. He had been hallucinating, his mind was in turmoil, and a series of negative emotions had surged through him. If it weren't for the male lead's incredibly effective talisman, he probably would have died on the spot. After all, it's rare to win against the hallucinations you fear, and Fan Zhiyi didn't think he had that ability.

"What relationship? He's a ghost." Young Master Fan frowned. "He tried to harm us, but I found out, so he's trying to get revenge on me."

"No, if you found out, why didn't you tell the others? Yesterday you even tried to mislead them into suspecting me. Did you already know that Master Du was dead? Did you already know where the ghost was? What exactly are you trying to do?"

Young Master Fan stopped, his gaze fixed on Fan Zhiyi with chilling intent: "You really aren't Yi Zhifan. He didn't talk as much as you, nor did he have as many questions. Everything was perfectly fine, so why did you have to show up and disrupt all my plans! I almost, almost managed to get rid of it effortlessly and regain a healthy body!"

Young Master Fan's sword strikes were incredibly fast, far beyond what Fan Zhiyi could match.

Bai Bai roared, "Host, dodge to the left!"

Fan Zhiyi had no suspicions and clashed daggers with them, sparks flying. Forced to retreat, he slid a few steps and was subsequently cut on his left arm during the ensuing fight.

Fan Zhiyi didn't want to fight and wanted to leave, but the sword was already at his neck. He had to strike with the dagger in his hand again, but the young master Fan dodged it!

At that moment, Fan Zhiyi and Young Master Fan's eyes met.

Bai Bai realized what was happening and became extremely anxious: "Host, don't look into his eyes!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. Fan Zhiyi felt his consciousness fading away. He heard Young Master Fan say in his ear, "I have seen your dream, a lonely soul yearning for light and salvation. We are the same. No one understands you better than me."

He reached out and touched Fan Zhiyi's face. The touch was cool, and his voice was seductive. Fan Zhiyi suddenly remembered hearing this voice before. It was the voice he heard in the chaotic dream after entering the haunted house, the voice that dragged him to the river to commit suicide when he accidentally entered the boundary between Yin and Yang. And now, it was Young Master Fan.

“We are actually one. We are all unwilling, lonely, and pitiful.” He gently hugged Fan Zhiyi, his hand slowly falling to Fan Zhiyi’s neck, tightening little by little. “Soon you will no longer be in pain. You are me, and I am you. Let me help you, let me become you.”

"Host, don't listen to him!"

Fan Zhiyi couldn't pay attention to Bai Bai. He could hear Young Master Fan's words, but the voice was very far away. His eyelashes trembled and his gaze wavered.

No matter how hard he tried, Young Master Fan couldn't get any deeper into Fan Zhiyi's neck, so he gave up and instead held Fan Zhiyi's hand: "Don't struggle anymore, go to sleep, everything will be alright once you're asleep."

Fan Zhiyi's fingers remained firmly gripping the dagger, and no matter how hard the young master tried, he couldn't pry it off. It was as if he was deliberately going against him. Fan Zhiyi was unwilling to admit defeat and desperately tried to regain control of his body.

Upon seeing this, Young Master Fan remained unmoved, but his eyes grew even colder: "I really don't know what you're insisting on."

He looked at the sword in his hand, wanting to pierce Fan Zhiyi, but was stopped by a transparent barrier just before he could touch him, and the sword could no longer get any closer.

Young Master Fan sneered, no longer dwelling on it, assuming that since the seventh day hadn't arrived yet and he couldn't kill anyone, he planned to take Fan Zhiyi to another place to hide.

At first, he couldn't pull it, but upon closer inspection, he saw that Fan Zhiyi's gaze was no longer unfocused; instead, it was locked onto Young Master Fan. Although he was still unable to move like a puppet, he was gradually regaining consciousness.

Young Master Fan strode closer, stood on tiptoe, and blew a puff of smoke into Fan Zhiyi's face: "I underestimated you."

As the smoke cleared, Fan Zhiyi's face returned to its mechanical state, which satisfied Young Master Fan, who then pulled Fan Zhiyi out of the room. Although the curse of exchanging fates was no longer on Fan Zhiyi, he had other methods. Once the seventh day arrived, he would be Fan Zhiyi again.

"Fan Zhiyi!" At this moment, another strong force grabbed Fan Zhiyi's other hand, and Fan Zhiyi's eyes instantly regained their clarity. He turned his head and saw Bing Nandong's scarred face. A few strands of his hair hung down on the side of his face, adding to the scars, but he did not look ugly or disheveled.

Fan Zhiyi immediately gripped the dagger and slashed upwards, piercing Young Master Fan. Young Master Fan screamed in agony as black smoke billowed from his hand. He staggered back, his eyes filled with hatred, his injured hand trembling.

With lightning speed, Bing Nandong dragged Fan Zhiyi behind him with one hand, and with the other hand, he wielded his sword and severed Fan's arm. Then, he formed a hand seal with one hand and sealed Fan in place.