I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi ran ahead, with more and more ghosts chasing after him.

He couldn't go on, he was exhausted, his legs gave way and he knelt down, instinctively protecting the child first.

Forget it, if I die, I die. At worst, I'll become a ghost right away. As long as I protect this kid and get him out of here, one of us has to survive.

They'll all be ghosts then. I refuse to believe I can't beat them all. Let's have some ghost-on-ghost.

With this strange thought in mind, Fan Zhiyi held the child tightly in his arms, but the expected pain of being torn apart by the evil spirit did not occur.

In a flash of white light, it was the evil spirit that let out a shrill howl.

Fan Zhiyi opened one eye to look, and a great sword light shone, illuminating the courtyard as if it were daytime, and making the newcomer seem like a god descending to earth. His white robes were mixed with his tall black hair flying wildly, and he landed in mid-air with his back to the two of them, so his appearance could not be seen.

As dozens of sword shadows flashed by, the evil spirits were reduced to ashes. The newcomer swiftly adjusted several hand seals, causing the sword shadows to explode, and the courtyard returned to silence and darkness.

The sword shadows merged into a single, translucent white sword, which the newcomer sheathed with one hand on his back. He gazed at Fan Zhiyi, who was holding the child, his eyes unfathomable: "Give me the child, and come with me."

"Huh?" Fan Zhiyi's mind went blank, but he still didn't give up easily. "Why do you want a child?"

In a daze, Fan Zhiyi seemed to understand the disdain in the other person's eyes; this person thought he was acting like an idiot.

"What can I do? Hurry up," the other party urged.

Although we don't know who the other person is or whether they are a good person, in the current situation, it would indeed be better to let this person, who is capable of protecting themselves, take the child. Moreover, if the other person truly has malicious intentions, they could easily snatch the child away.

As Fan Zhiyi pondered this, he felt there was still a high probability that he could trust the other party.

The child clung tightly to his collar, appearing quite frightened.

Fan Zhiyi patted his back and gently comforted him, "It's okay, don't be afraid, this older brother will help us."

The child still clung to Fan Zhiyi. Fearing that this seemingly hot-tempered genius would find them nagging and eventually abandon them, Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to delay. He immediately picked up the child, supported himself on the ground, and handed the child to the other party, saying, "Little friend, you were just a little frightened."

After all, in a world he doesn't know much about, it's best to have powerful native inhabitants around to survive.

The other person frowned and reached out. Even in the dim light, his handsome features were clearly visible. However, his movements were unusually awkward; he didn't know how to take the child from him.

Fan Zhiyi then instructed, "Hold your hand here, like this..."

The other person was a little impatient: "I know." Although they said that, their movements became gentler when they took the child, and their expression softened. They breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had finally overcome a huge obstacle.

He seems like a good person. Fan Zhiyi thought to himself.

The other person walked ahead, seemingly very familiar with the haunted house, and walked very fast. Fan Zhiyi was having some difficulty keeping up with him on his own, but he couldn't ask the other person to stop and wait for him. After all, it was such a critical moment, and he didn't want to become a burden.

Moreover, he discovered that this person didn't care about his life or death at all, as if he had only come in to save the child, and didn't care what would happen to him.

So, this person is actually a relative of the child? But judging from the child's reaction just now, it doesn't seem like it.

"Do you know the child?" Fan Zhiyi followed up and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know him." The other person answered quickly, almost as soon as Fan Zhiyi finished speaking, with a disdainful tone, and quickened his pace, always maintaining a steady distance from Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Would someone as weak as him eat this mage who could kill countless evil spirits with a single sword strike?

After following the winding path for a long time, Fan Zhiyi was already panting heavily. He dared not stop, as the other party was not waiting for him. If he stopped, Fan Zhiyi estimated that he would really lose his life.

Finally, the gate in front opened, revealing a magic circle adorned with golden light.

This exit, which looked remarkably like an exit, instantly gave Fan Zhiyi a bit of energy and hope.

A sudden gust of wind rose, and the sound it made as it swept through the treetops of the pavilion was like the wailing of ghosts.

Fan Zhiyi shivered, feeling a chill.

The boy who had been leading the way gradually slowed his pace, and in the blink of an eye, the child was returned to Fan Zhiyi's arms.

The boy shouted, "Run!"

Fan Zhiyi had no idea what was happening. A cool breeze brushed past his neck, and a cold sword grazed his face before piercing something behind him. The boy grabbed Fan Zhiyi's arm and shoved him violently toward the door.

Without any hesitation, Fan Zhiyi took advantage of the momentum from being pushed and ran forward as fast as he could, while the child clung tightly to Fan Zhiyi's clothes.

The door doesn't look far, but for some reason, running towards it feels like such a long time.

The next second, everything in the haunted house seemed to come alive, with countless shadows floating out from all directions. When Fan Zhiyi was only a step away from the door, he heard that familiar laughter and the chilling sound of a kitchen knife scraping against the wall.

He looked back, and without caring about anything else, he jumped to the ground, rolled a few times, and rolled a little further away from the door.

Fan Zhiyi held the child protectively in his arms, and when he stopped, he immediately stood up and assumed a defensive posture, ready to run at any moment.

"Brother, this is for you." The child held out his hand. "This was given to me by that brother. He said it can protect me."

The child held a bright yellow talisman in his hand, which was sweaty from gripping it. Even though Fan Zhiyi didn't understand anything, he could sense that it was a good thing.

Fan Zhiyi swallowed hard, looked away from the tempting offer, and stared intently at the thing rushing towards them.

The female ghost crashed into the wall, her limbs seemingly embedded in it, allowing her to cling to the wall like a gecko, and then bounce back.

"Listen carefully, run towards the gate, run out, find a safe place and wait for your brother to come find you!" Fan Zhiyi said as he rolled up his sleeve to reveal the wound. He didn't know when it had started bleeding again, and now his entire sleeve was soaked in blood.

After saying that, Fan Zhiyi stood up and waved his arms, running away from the door to buy time for the child to escape.

The boy who was locked in a fierce battle glanced at him, gritted his teeth, and cursed, "Idiot!"