I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bing Nandong suddenly smiled, her lips, which she had just used, were even more beautiful and rosy than before. With her black hair, red lips, and silver face, she looked like a devilish demon trying to seduce people's souls in the dim light.

He stood there above Fan Zhiyi, a few strands of his black hair hanging down, some of which fell onto Fan Zhiyi's body.

Then, Bing Nandong took Fan Zhiyi's hand, which was wearing a thumb ring, and did what he had always wanted to do. He kissed the finger tenderly, then opened his mouth and took the knuckle of the ring finger into his mouth. His bright red lips covered part of the emerald green of the thumb ring, making the contrast even more intense and stimulating.

Fan Zhiyi's eyes widened slightly as he looked at the other party's triumphant smile, and the taut string in his mind finally snapped.

It’s over.

Fan Zhiyi thought to himself.

Bing Nandong noticed his reaction and moved his gaze down to Fan Zhiyi's abdomen. Fan Zhiyi was so ashamed that he squeezed his eyes shut and tried desperately to curl up.

The demon wouldn't let him go, and whispered in his ear, "You like my kisses."

After a pause, Fan Zhiyi could no longer tell whether it was Bing Nandong's true feelings or what he had actually said: "I like your reaction."

***

Bing Nandong didn't dare to go too far, fearing that Fan Zhiyi would get angry again. Although he had decided to use his identity as the head of Tianyun Sect to win Fan Zhiyi's heart as quickly as possible, he was unwilling to admit defeat and couldn't help but want to use this identity to get close to him and do things that the dignified and upright head of the sect would never do.

Fan Zhiyi lay on the bed pretending to be dead. He had changed his undergarments, which were prepared for him by the sect leader and had the same faint soap scent as the sect leader's clothes.

Why is it that every time this thing comes, I'm the one who suffers from insomnia? Fan Zhiyi thought resentfully, so he tossed and turned, but he just couldn't get comfortable. He was very irritable, so Fan Zhiyi turned over to look at the culprit behind him.

He reached out as if to remove his mask, but this time Bing Nandong did not stop him. He remained quiet, even his breathing was still.

Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips, but ultimately did not take it off. He moved further away from Bing Nandong until he broke free of his hand, shrank back to the corner of the wall, and closed his eyes.

He had another dream, the same fragments he used to dream about, but which he would mostly forget after waking up.

But then the scene changed, and Fan Zhiyi returned to that haunted house. He stomped his feet and realized that he seemed to be actually standing on the ground.

At this moment, Fan Zhiyi noticed something on the ground that looked like blood vessels. They were intertwined and pulsating as if alive, covering the entire ground and making it impossible for Fan Zhiyi to find a place to step.

The night rain fell silently. Fan Zhiyi suddenly came to his senses. Hadn't he already left the haunted house with Bing Nandong? Why was he back here? Fan Zhiyi looked at his hand, which was dripping blood. He had a wound, but he couldn't feel any pain. The blood was absorbed as soon as it touched the ground.

So he's still dreaming, how can he wake up?

As Fan Zhiyi was thinking, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He turned around shakily and saw a blurry, twisted figure holding what appeared to be a kitchen knife.

In the instant the lightning struck, the figure raised its head, and Fan Zhiyi saw a messy face with a strange smile, long hair sticking to its face in a tangled mess, but its gaze was fixed straight on him.

Suddenly, the thing rushed over at incredible speed. Its arms, torso, and legs were twisted and crooked, as if they were pieced together and might fall apart at any moment. She raised the kitchen knife, which gleamed with a cold white light.

Fan Zhiyi was so frightened by the thing's crazy appearance that he stood there stunned for two or three seconds before he realized he should run away.

Holy crap! He's dreaming. Getting slashed by this cleaver in his dream shouldn't be too bad, right? Oh crap, help!

The sudden fright made Fan Zhiyi forget everything for a moment, only hearing the cleaver swinging behind him, making a "whooshing" sound as it cut through the air.

Fan Zhiyi ran with all his might, but when he remembered that he knew magic, he made a hand seal, only to find that he couldn't cast any spells. What the hell was going on?

Suddenly the ground began to shake and sink. Fan Zhiyi stepped into thin air and fell. He flipped over in the air and realized that he was still holding someone's hand. He couldn't see who it was, but he was holding it tightly. On the contrary, the other person refused to hold him.

Fan Zhiyi gritted his teeth and tried to pull him back, only to find that he could barely hold on.

"Let go," the other person said.

"who are you?"

"let it go."

Fan Zhiyi gripped him tightly with both hands. The surroundings heated up, lava spewed out, and demons screamed. All the scenes were reflected in Fan Zhiyi's eyes through the rolling flames of the lava, including the person he was holding, who gradually, little by little, revealed his true form from the darkness.

First it was his forehead, then his eyes—dull and lifeless.

"Bing Nandong!" Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt a surge of anger in his chest, and he pulled him even harder. "I won't let go, I'd rather die than let go!"

When he said those words, Fan Zhiyi was startled, but in that instant, the other person broke free. Without thinking, Fan Zhiyi followed the other person into the darkness, and then a green vine emerged from the bottomless abyss, growing strong and lifting him into the sky.

Fan Zhiyi tried to jump down to find Bing Nandong, but suddenly many vines grew around him, binding his ankles and limbs, and hanging him upside down. Fan Zhiyi saw that there were many other people hanging upside down around him, and in front of him was a huge... wooden sculpture, as tall as a tree, with its eyes just at Fan Zhiyi's level.

Fan Zhiyi heard someone ask him, "What do you want?"

Then came countless voices: "What do you want? What do you want? What do you want..."

Fan Zhiyi had a splitting headache. He pounded his head, whimpering and howling in pain. He wanted to pinch himself and scratch his skin to cover up the pain with other things.

There are many more things he cannot forget, things he should not forget, and so on...

More memories flooded his mind, memories from even earlier, even further back. He saw Bing Nandong, a Bing Nandong even more indifferent than the current leader of the Floating Clan, his eyes filled only with disdain and mockery. That Bing Nandong raised his eyes, seemingly meeting his gaze across the distance.

Fan Zhiyi was in unbearable pain, and the vines released him again, causing him to fall. But then he saw the haunted house again.

This time, he stopped in mid-air, looking down at the destruction of the haunted house and the motionless female ghost. Fan Zhiyi suddenly remembered who she was and said, "Xue Xiuniang."

"Fan Zhiyi!"

Someone patted him on the shoulder. Fan Zhiyi turned around and saw a blurry figure of a girl standing with her hands behind her back.

"You are... A-Yu."

Everything was reduced to zero.