I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi returned to the room, quickly looked around, opened the wardrobe, put Xiaobao inside, and squatted down to instruct, "Talismans, does Xiaobao have any talismans with him?"

"Hmm." Xiao Bao nodded, then took out the talisman and handed it to Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi wrapped his hand around Xiaobao's hand and made him hold it tightly: "Xiaobao, you must hold this talisman tightly and stay here obediently. Don't answer anyone who calls you, not even me or Bingnan Dong, understand? When it gets light, your big brother will come to find you, be good."

He can't stay with Xiaobao. The female ghost's target is him, and being with him will only put Xiaobao in danger.

Fan Zhiyi was about to close the cabinet door when he was pulled back tightly. He looked at Xiaobao.

The child didn't cry when he was alone in the haunted house, nor did he cry when he escaped with Fan Zhiyi, but now he's shed little pearls, not saying a word, just holding Fan Zhiyi very tightly.

Fan Zhiyi thought he was scared, so he squatted down and hugged him, gently patting his back to comfort him: "Little Bao, don't be afraid, brother will protect you."

"Brother, don't go." Xiao Bao's voice was choked with sobs.

Fan Zhiyi felt bad after hearing this, but he still pretended to be relaxed and said, "It's okay, your brother will definitely come back to find you. You think we were fine in the haunted house when it was just the two of us? We'll definitely be fine now too."

Fan Zhiyi patted Xiaobao's head, suppressing his reluctance, broke free, closed the cabinet door, then tightly shut the bedroom door, and ran away.

Fan Zhiyi was on the second floor. As he passed the window in the corridor, he looked outside and saw Bing Nandong wielding a sword and fighting with the female ghost. The sharp blades clashed and made a clanging sound.

The female ghost's attacks were vicious and relentless, leaving no room for error. She was like a madwoman, impossible to kill.

The wind was turbulent, and fallen leaves on the street were blown up one after another.

Bing Nandong twirled the sword in his palm, forcing the female ghost against the wall. She pushed the sword with all her might, but could not advance it any further.

He smelled fresh blood. Under the pale moonlight, Bing Nandong finally saw the female ghost's face covered in blood, and unchewed bits of food on her teeth.

Bing Nan Dong frowned, thinking something terrible was about to happen, but the next moment, the female ghost's arm flipped at a bizarre angle, gripping the kitchen knife and attacking his neck directly.

Bing Nandong had no choice but to abandon her and turn to hide, but the female ghost folded her body and her white teeth were about to bite Bing Nandong's neck. Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and shouted, "Bing Nandong, behind you!"

Bing Nandong immediately used his sword to parry, but the female ghost bit the sword, her blood-red eyes moving to Fan Zhiyi. Then, disregarding everything, she threw the kitchen knife in her hand at him.

Fan Zhiyi hurriedly squatted down, still thinking about how familiar the move was. As a result, the kitchen knife ripped the roof off above, and Fan Zhiyi, covered in dust, dodged to avoid being hit. He quickly checked his body and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there were no wounds.

With such a commotion, who could possibly sleep? But everyone in the town knew what had happened at the Xue residence, and since this was the nearest town, they all had a vague idea of ​​what was going on and dared not open the door.

"Big Brother!"

Lu Changsheng and the others immediately drew their swords and went to help.

"Fan Zhiyi!" Bing Nandong, with his sword pressed against the female ghost's neck, pulled her back, preventing her from getting close to Fan Zhiyi, and shouted with all his might, "Hide quickly!"

He wanted to hide too, but the way downstairs was blocked by the collapse, so Fan Zhiyi could only rely on the stairs on the other side of the corridor to get downstairs.

Where could he be hiding?

Fan Zhiyi had no clue whatsoever. He had nowhere to hide. If he stayed here, Xiao Bao and the innkeeper would be implicated. But if he left the inn, he would become an easy target.

"What's all the noise about in the middle of the night?" Zhuang Yujing suddenly pushed open the window. Seeing the scene, he frowned, took the arrow handed to him by his subordinate, let it fly out of the window and land on the roof, and then nocked the bowstring.

The arrow tip grazed past Bing Nandong, but missed.

Even amidst the fight, Bing Nandong managed to retort, "If you can't aim properly, don't cause me trouble!"

"Shut up, you brat!"

Just then, it started raining again. The drizzling rain slid down the female ghost's body, mixed with bright red blood. Zhuang Yujing's expression became much more serious: "She has actually tasted human blood."

Wu Bai, his eyes squinting from the rain, stepped forward during a lull in Lu Changsheng and Bing Nandong's fight and asked, "Senior Brother, what exactly is this thing?"

Bing Nandong tucked his sword behind his back, pulled a thin rope from his waist, and glided it through his fingertips, revealing a reddish light.

He tossed it to Lu Changsheng: "Activate the formation!"

"Nan Dong, your injury..."

Without hesitation, Bing Nandong said again, "Activate the formation!"

Lu Changsheng gritted his teeth, wrapped a red rope around his hand, and then threw it to Wu Bai. Together with Bing Nandong, they put the rope on the female ghost.

The female ghost wielded her cleaver with ferocious speed. Even the most powerful people are afraid of a madwoman. Bing Nandong pressed Lu Changfu's head down, barely managing to dodge the attack.

Lu Changfu was still shaken; the kitchen knife had almost sliced ​​his head off, and even the talisman he drew had little effect on the female ghost.

Just then, one of the arrows pierced the air and struck the female ghost directly in the head, causing her to scream in pain and her body to twist uncontrollably.

Zhuang Yujing was still secretly pleased when he saw the female ghost pull out an arrow and throw it back at him with venomous intent.

Zhuang Yujing took the sword, looked at the runes on the tip that had been corroded, then glanced at the entangled fight below, wiped the rain off his face, and made a judgment: "Bing Nandong, don't be reckless! This thing is beyond our ability to deal with, retreat!"

Bing Nandong did not respond, but instead grabbed the red rope from Lu Changfu's hand and pushed Lu Changfu away from the battlefield.

The rope seemed to float in the air as if it were alive. Bing Nandong reached out and grabbed it, then strode forward to meet the female ghost's cleaver. He flipped in the air and successfully looped the red rope around the female ghost, desperately pulling on her.

Zhuang Yujing knew from Bing Nandong's expression that the guy hadn't listened to anything anyone was saying, and cursed loudly, "Stubborn!"

Then, the broken arrow slid down from the roof and landed squarely opposite Bing Nandong. Despite his disgust for the female ghost, he thrust another new arrow into her, chanting a spell.

The female ghost screamed, her voice echoing throughout the street, eerie and terrifying.

Fan Zhiyi happened to pass by a window again. He hid in the shadows and glanced at the situation. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the female ghost had been controlled. But the next second, he saw Zhuang Yujing stop moving and lower his hands, as if he was in a daze.

As he stopped exerting his strength, Bing Nandong faced even greater difficulties. He grabbed the female ghost with one hand, drawing blood, while simultaneously using his other hand to perform a hand seal and touch Zhuang Yujing's brow. The bright yellow spiritual energy emitted a dim light in the darkness as it was channeled into Zhuang Yujing.

As a result, the female ghost gradually regained her strength, roared as she broke free of her restraints, and forced everyone back a few steps. Bing Nandong, on the other hand, suffered a backlash, with blood trickling from his mouth.