I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

The rain outside had stopped sometime earlier. Fan Zhiyi got up, quickly tied his hair, and put on his coat. Suddenly, he froze. He had made sure to close the window tightly before going to bed last night, but now the window was slightly ajar. It would be impossible for someone to open it from the inside without doing so.

"Host, the male lead came by last night and stared at you from the bedside all night," the system kindly reminded you.

Fan Zhiyi imagined the scene: "What kind of expression would he have?"

A voice indicating electronic loading appeared in his mind, followed by a scene that unfolded before Fan Zhiyi's eyes: Bing Nandong sat by his bedside, expressionless, shrouded in a faint layer of black mist, staring intently at him. He himself, on the other hand, seemed to have slept poorly, his brow furrowed.

It was somewhat terrifying.

Fan Zhiyi thought to himself, "Bai Bai, why didn't you wake me up?"

"The host has been cursed by the male protagonist, and the system is powerless to help."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." What on earth is wrong with Bing Nandong? "How is Bing Nandong's physical condition now? Has the ghost energy in his body reached balance?"

Bai Bai showed Fan Zhiyi some data, but Fan Zhiyi didn't quite understand it. Bai Bai then said, "This is bad. The ghost energy is eroding his will. Host, you should find a way to return to the male lead's side immediately. Otherwise, when the male lead is completely devoured by the ghost energy, the outcome will be beyond saving, and the mission will fail."

“I understand, but look at Gao Xiao and the others’ attitude, and the restraints on me. Do you think I can just run away if I want to?” Fan Zhiyi rubbed his throbbing temples. “What kind of mess is this?”

Since you've been watching him all night, why not just leave him behind?

Fan Zhiyi opened the window completely and saw a small banner set up in a corner not far away. A man who looked like a monk was setting up a stall. Fan Zhiyi was curious about what he was up to and watched for a while. Then he saw the monk sit on a small chair, look up and smile, and meet his gaze.

Fan Zhiyi pointed to himself, and the young monk nodded, looking kind and benevolent.

Since he woke up early and had nothing else to do, Fan Zhiyi simply got ready and went downstairs.

The inn's kitchen opens early. As soon as Fan Zhiyi came downstairs, he saw the waiter diligently wiping the tables. The inn's main door hadn't opened yet, but upon hearing the sound, the waiter immediately greeted Fan Zhiyi enthusiastically: "Good morning, cultivator. Would you like to try our steamed buns?"

Fan Zhiyi was infected by the waiter's cheerful mood and happily ordered two items, paying with spirit stones.

Now that Fan Zhiyi has been staying with Zhuang Yujing and the others for a few days, Zhuang Yujing isn't keeping such a close watch on him anymore, and Fan Zhiyi is allowed to move around the neighborhood.

The waiter opened the door for him, and Fan Zhiyi went out and saw that the monk was still there. He walked over and finally saw that the banner read "Free Clinic". In the short time he had gone downstairs to buy steamed buns, there were already customers in front of the stall.

The whole town is still asleep, the ground is damp, and the darkness on the edge of the clouds has not yet faded.

Since Fan Zhiyi had nothing else to do, he stopped by the stall and took a look.

Before long, the previous guest finished and thanked the monk profusely. The monk smiled compassionately, then looked at Fan Zhiyi: "Benefactor, you have dark circles under your eyes and look listless. Are you often disturbed at night?"

Fan Zhiyi thought that the anti-justice clinic was also free, and there were no extra customers waiting now, so he sat down on the stool: "Indeed."

“Your symptoms cannot be cured simply by taking medicine.” The monk sighed with a gentle smile, then turned the small banner over, on which was written “Exorcise ghosts and ward off evil.”

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Is the job market really that broad? It sounds like a con artist's scheme.

“I am not a fraud,” the monk said. “These days the world is hard, and it’s not easy to get enough to eat. I also have to make a living.”

"That makes sense. How did you calculate the price?"

The monk stared at the steamed bun in Fan Zhiyi's hand: "This humble monk left in a hurry today and has not yet eaten breakfast."

Fan Zhiyi generously handed out a steamed bun. The bun had a thin skin and a generous filling. The monk took it and immediately began to eat it in small bites. Fan Zhiyi didn't urge him. It was clear that the monk was really hungry.

The two of them ate their buns facing each other. Fan Zhiyi finished his in a few bites, and the monk also finished eating. He slowly dabbed his mouth and wiped his hands with a handkerchief and said, "A malevolent spirit is haunting you, benefactor."

Fan Zhiyi thought about it and realized that it made sense. There was indeed a demon named "Bing Nan Dong" beside him, so he listened attentively as the monk continued.

“You shouldn’t go this way, benefactor.” The monk pointed to the left, which was exactly the direction Fan Zhiyi and the others had come from yesterday. The monk had a mysterious smile on his face. “You should go that way, benefactor. He is waiting for you.”

Fan Zhiyi immediately sat up straighter. According to the typical novel trope, monks who speak with hidden meanings usually know some kind of heavenly secret or mystery, and are here to give you a hint: "Who is the 'he' that the master is talking about?"

"Don't you already have the answer in your heart, benefactor?" The monk withdrew his hand. "My name is Jin Wu. What is your name, benefactor?"

"Yi Zhifan".

Why have you come here, benefactor?

“Uh…it’s a bit complicated.” The word “complicated” is really useful. When you encounter something that you can’t explain, just use “complicated” to summarize it. Fan Zhiyi finally realized the brilliance of this word. “Master is truly compassionate. He’s here so early to provide free medical treatment and help people.”

"Actually, that's not the case," Jinwu said slowly. "I arrived here a few days ago. This town is often disturbed by ghosts, and the ghost energy weakens the people's bodies, causing a surge in strange illnesses that are really difficult to treat." Jinwu shook his head. "Also, I'm here waiting to see some old friends. Autumn is approaching, and it's time to collect debts."

Who could possibly owe this master a spirit stone? Fan Zhiyi was puzzled. Then he heard Jin Wu ask him, "How about you give this humble monk a spirit stone, and I'll ask you a question in return?"

Anyway, Bing Nandong gave him a lot of spirit stones, and Fan Zhiyi directly took one out and gave it to Jin Wu.

Now that I have taken it in my hand, I ask: "If everyone in the world believes that a person is evil, and that person must die to bear the sins of the world, if only you, benefactor, can save him, then will you save him or not?"

Fan Zhiyi's mind raced, and he opened his mouth: "Is the person the master is talking about...?"

"Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed." Jin Wu interrupted Fan Zhiyi and began to pack up. "You can make your own decision, benefactor."

Fan Zhiyi watched as Lei Lingfeng packed up and said goodbye to Jin Wu, and wondered if the monk had been waiting for him here. But if the monk was describing Bing Nandong, what did "carrying" mean? And what was Bing Nandong's fate...?

Thinking of this, a chill began to spread from his heart, and Fan Zhiyi's breathing became rapid. He was extremely uneasy. No, it can't be a lie, right? As long as he could change Bing Nandong's choice, everyone could live. Didn't that monk also say that he could save him?

He will definitely save them.

Fan Zhiyi realized that this monk knew so much that he might be able to untie the Immortal Binding Rope that bound him, allowing him to go find Bing Nandong immediately.

But the monk walked very fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Damn it, I should have thought of this sooner!

Fan Zhiyi chased after the monk in the direction he had left. Just as he reached the corner, someone suddenly grabbed him around the waist and pulled him into a narrow passageway.