I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi clenched his fists, extremely anxious. He saw the others step forward to display their skills, but the female ghost seemed to be acting strangely. Compared to her previous madness, her moves now appeared to have some substance.

Wait a minute, Fan Zhiyi quickly scanned everyone and noticed a problem: Where is Qin Shuan?

Thinking of this, Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt a chill. He sensed something was wrong behind him and almost instinctively turned around and caught the sword, which stopped above his head.

Fan Zhiyi saw Qin Shuan's almost insane state; he was even more frightening than the female ghost.

Dude, your teammates are all fighting down there, and instead of helping them, you come up here to kill me. What are you trying to do?

Fan Zhiyi desperately tried to lift his hand, but the pressure caused his knees to buckle, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Qin Shuan glared at Fan Zhiyi with bloodshot eyes, muttering repeatedly, "Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell..."

Fan Zhiyi raised his foot and slammed his knee into the man's groin, accidentally cutting his hand. Fan Zhiyi thought to himself, "Oh no, this is terrible!" and took advantage of the man's pain to run away.

The second floor was a straight corridor, and the rooms were locked. Fan Zhiyi didn't expect anyone in the other rooms to be willing to rescue him, since the fighting outside was in full swing, but the inn remained as silent as death.

He ran downstairs, trying to find a place to hide, but Fan Zhiyi was immediately frozen in place. He felt as if an invisible hand was choking him, making it hard for him to breathe.

His cries for help were cut off in his throat. Fan Zhiyi finally realized how weak he was in this world and thought he wouldn't survive the night. Then he heard Qin Shuan behind him say in a sinister tone, "I have a better way, a way that won't arouse suspicion."

Qin Shuan raised his sword, and with a flash, the blade sliced ​​open the almost healed scar on Fan Zhiyi's arm, causing drops of blood to fall, eventually leaving Fan Zhiyi's hand covered in blood.

***

Zhuang Yujing closed his eyes and felt his consciousness gradually becoming chaotic. The incantation he was chanting floated far, far away. Many things flashed through his mind, finally settling on a woman's face.

He felt he was about to see clearly when he sensed the other person smiling slightly and muttering something.

Zhuang Yujing only came to his senses when he was pulled backward by Bing Nandong's red rope. He looked at the disciples who had fallen on both sides, including those from Jiuwanli and Tianyun Sect, all of whom were injured.

Zhuang Yujing patted his still aching head, feeling increasingly dizzy. He didn't know what had happened, but he saw the female ghost carrying a kitchen knife approaching them step by step.

Suddenly, as if she had smelled something, the female ghost rushed toward the inn at lightning speed. Bing Nandong struggled to get up, controlled his sword, and plunged it into the female ghost's back, pinning her to the wall.

Immediately following, five or six arrows were fired in quick succession, pinning the female ghost's limbs and rendering her temporarily unable to move.

Zhuang Yujing shook her head: "What just happened to me?"

“I’m being controlled.” Bing Nandong wiped the blood from his mouth, his wet hair clinging to his forehead and cheeks.

The female ghost's reaction means something must have happened to Fan Zhiyi; we need to go find him immediately.

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yujing exclaimed in disbelief: "Me? Controlled? Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could she control someone? No, Bing Nandong, we can only suppress her temporarily like this. Let's go and wait for rescue."

"Okay, I'll go find Fan Zhiyi."

As if on cue, Fan Zhiyi was pushed out of the door, staggered a few steps and fell heavily to the ground. Rainwater splashed onto his clothes, and when he fell, he pressed on his injured hand, causing Fan Zhiyi to shudder in pain, but he couldn't make a sound.

His gaze followed the direction of the fall and he saw Qin Shuan slowly forming a relieved smile, his figure gradually disappearing into the shadows.

Blood from his arm mingled with rainwater and spread across the ground. Fan Zhiyi, supporting himself with one hand on the ground, trembled uncontrollably from the pain.

He looked up and saw Bing Nandong, who was rarely so panicked and helpless, almost rushing towards him but unable to even stand up.

The others weren't in much better shape; they were too busy protecting themselves to guard against such a conspicuous target.

Looking at the female ghost again, the blood excited her. She forcefully pulled her hand out of the arrow, completely oblivious to the pain from the bloody holes in her body.

Her gaze was fixed on Fan Zhiyi, as if he were already in her grasp; such a cold and emotionless look evoked thoughts of death and despair.

Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth, but found that he still couldn't say a word.

That damned Qin Shuan! If he manages to come back alive this time, he will never let him go! If he could, Fan Zhiyi would really like to hang this blood-soaked arm on Qin Shuan and die together with him.

But Fan Zhiyi wanted to live. Although giving up was the norm and he thought that he might as well just die, he still wanted to live.

Survival is everyone's lifelong pursuit.

Besides, Xiao Bao and other people are in the inn, so he can't do that.

Everything slowed down in Fan Zhiyi's eyes, including the movements of the female ghost as she attacked, and every expression on Bing Nandong's face.

Fan Zhiyi firmly remembered what Bing Nandong had said: the talisman must not get wet, so he gripped the talisman he had been holding tightly.

It's raining at this time, and I'm seeing ghosts at this time. I'm afraid the heavens are trying to kill me!

Fan Zhiyi suddenly stood up and rushed into the woods outside the city, carrying his bloodied arm away from the group of people.

Damn, Fan Zhiyi really didn't know he had this kind of selfless spirit. Bing Nandong, when exactly will the rescue you promised arrive? You said a day and a half, what happened? You said a day and a half?

"Fan Zhiyi!" Bing Nandong recalled his sword, propped himself up, and was about to follow.

Wu Bai roared, "Senior Brother, just ignore him!"

Zhuang Yujing helped Bing Nandong up: "Are you really courting death? Wait a little longer..."

Bing Nandong broke free and gritted his teeth as he chased after him. Zhuang Yujing was so angry he wanted to curse. He picked up his weapon and ordered, "If the people who are supposed to meet us arrive, tell them all to go to the Xue residence!"

"Master!"

"Don't follow us, this is very suspicious!"

The dark forest seemed to have opened its mouth, waiting for Fan Zhiyi, this plump lamb, to walk into its trap.

The wind whistled in his ears as Fan Zhiyi ran aimlessly, knowing only that he couldn't stop. A chilling aura spread throughout his body, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave; the temperature was simply abnormal for this weather.

A sudden drop in temperature has been interpreted as a sign that ghosts are approaching.

Fan Zhiyi could only grab the life-saving talisman and run as fast as he could. Actually, he had to thank the pitch-black environment. Although darkness was unsettling, once he was determined to get rid of the female ghost, he could focus on achieving it without distraction. He couldn't see the other strange and ugly ghosts, which at least gave him some psychological comfort and the courage to continue running away.

Besides, the female ghost with the kitchen knife is an old acquaintance; we see her often, so even if she's terrifying, we're used to seeing her.

No wonder!