I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

The rain washed away the marks, and the tangled branches scratched Fan Zhiyi with large and small wounds, making the current situation even more urgent.

It's just making things worse. Fan Zhiyi has never hated the author's terrible setting more than he does now. What's with this blood attracting ghosts, this extremely Yin birth chart, and that lousy system? Why did they have to leave him here all alone?

The rain blinded him, and Fan Zhiyi wiped his eyes with his hand, falling many times before he could only get up immediately and continue running.

He feared that if he stopped, he would give those things an opportunity to take advantage of him, and he would never be able to get back on his feet.

He hadn't spent all his money in the real world, and he was reluctant to use the tiny bit of spirit stones he had finally acquired in this world. If he could survive this time, he would definitely indulge himself.

Seeing some light ahead, unlike the gloomy woods where nothing could be seen, Fan Zhiyi thought he had run out of the woods, but he was dumbfounded the moment he rushed over.

There's a cliff ahead.

Looking at the pitch blackness behind him, Fan Zhiyi suddenly questioned the meaning of life.

Surviving a fall from a cliff and obtaining a peerless treasure is a privilege reserved for the protagonist; Fan Zhiyi didn't believe such luck would fall upon him.

Damn it, Bai Bai, if you don't come back soon, you'll only be able to collect your host's corpse.

No way, once this lousy system goes live, he's definitely going to give it a piece of his mind. What kind of system is this? How can it be so unprofessional?

Fan Zhiyi was preparing to pull off a dramatic turn of events, a chance for a brighter future. He believed that a man's opportunities were something he had to create for himself, and he was going to return to the woods to find a new path.

Oh right, where's his knife? It should still be in his storage bag. Bing Nandong said this knife can cut ghosts, so he's not afraid of that broken kitchen knife from the female ghost!

Fan Zhiyi smelled that familiar stench of rotting blood as it brushed past him. He shouted and desperately changed direction to keep running. He refused to believe it!

By the time Fan Zhiyi returned to the cliff for the third time, he was completely numb.

No, he can't run anymore.

Fan Zhiyi dragged his heavy feet forward a few steps and stood on the edge of the cliff. Looking down, it was pitch black, and he couldn't tell if there was a lake or the ground below.

If it were on the ground, he would have died a truly gruesome death.

He leaned on his knees, panting, and turned to look at the female ghost who had finally revealed her true form after following him for half a day. He even had the leisure to give her a thumbs up: "Sister, you're amazing. You've been chasing me for so long, don't you get tired of it?"

The female ghost raised a bizarre, huge smile from beneath her hair that covered her face. Her blood-red lips became the only bright spot in the darkness, and she looked somewhat insane as she raised a kitchen knife high.

Fine, fine, you want him to jump, right? Fine, he can do it himself, okay? Jump then, who's afraid of who!

Fan Zhiyi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and jumped off the cliff, yelling, "Holy crap!"

As his body plummeted downwards, Fan Zhiyi's voice, filled with tears, echoed through the valley, startling a large flock of birds into flight.

Bing Nan, who was still searching for Fan Zhiyi by following the gathering ghosts and the bloodstains diluted by the rain, paused for a moment and then rushed towards the source of the sound.

When he arrived, he found it was a cliff with nothing there.

He stepped forward and saw blood still clinging to the edge of the cliff, a testament to what had happened there.

Without further hesitation, Bing Nandong pulled out a short dagger, leaped, and loosely wedged it into the cliff face, sliding down a considerable distance.

***

Fan Zhiyi heard the sound of a knife being sharpened, and his body was plunged into extreme cold, so cold that he shivered uncontrollably.

I suddenly opened my eyes and found myself in complete darkness except for the moonlight streaming through the cracks in the window that illuminated my surroundings. The only other thing I could hear was the pattering of rain outside.

The sound of sharpening knives was not his hallucination; he could vaguely see a figure ahead.

Fan Zhiyi moved his body and found that he was tied up.

He remembered jumping off the cliff and falling into the lake below.

Fortunately, swimming was a required course in college. Fan Zhiyi was dizzy from the impact of falling into the water, but he still managed to hold onto the talisman tightly and swim to the shore on the surface of the water, where he passed out.

Those who survive a fall from a cliff are destined for good fortune.

Fan Zhiyi belatedly realized that he was still holding the talisman. Judging from the feeling in his palm, the talisman did not seem to be wet, which gave him a little more confidence.

Just then, the sound of sharpening the kitchen knife stopped.

As Fan Zhiyi watched the dark figure slowly approach, he saw a sallow, rotten face with a ring of red blood around its mouth, and its bloodshot eyes filled with intense resentment.

Although there were signs of grooming, it still looked messy because of the rain and too much dirt.

She stared down at Fan Zhiyi with a sinister look, then raised the kitchen knife and slashed down hard. The knife stopped just an inch from Fan Zhiyi's head and couldn't go any further, as if it had been bounced away by something.

Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes and felt his blood run cold, but the expected excruciating pain did not occur.

He tentatively opened his eyes and met the female ghost's cold gaze.

The female ghost slowly retreated into the shadows, and then Fan Zhiyi heard the sound of the door opening.

He sensed something was wrong; the female ghost's reaction was like... if the female ghost had been exceptionally insane before, now it seemed as if she had regained her senses.

Fan Zhiyi didn't know which state of the female ghost would be easier to deal with. All he wanted to know was where he was and how he could escape.

Fan Zhiyi tried to move his wrists, but it didn't work. The ropes binding him were very tight, and even the slightest movement caused him pain.

The clothes on my body were cold, damp, and clung to me uncomfortably. I only became aware of the pain in my wounds due to the cold after the cold had taken its toll.

Fan Zhiyi sighed, silently reflecting on his untimely death, a truly tragic situation. A moment later, he recalled Bing Nandong's words about how talismans could protect a region, and that the female ghost's inability to harm him was probably due to this.

I just don't know how long this thing I'm holding can last after being soaked in water and rained on. Please, please, hold on a little longer, maybe Bing Nan Dong's helper will arrive and save me.

But heaven showed no favor to Fan Zhiyi. When the door opened again, the female ghost returned, and Fan Zhiyi smelled that familiar rotten smell once more.

The female ghost slowly walked over step by step, squatted down in front of Fan Zhiyi, and her bones made an awkward, creaking sound.

Fan Zhiyi swallowed hard, closed his eyes to avoid eye contact with her, lest he be killed before he was even eaten.

Immediately afterwards, Fan Zhiyi heard something fall to the ground with a thud. The female ghost remained silent for a long time, so Fan Zhiyi tentatively opened one eye to look at the ground and found that it was a book and a pen.

What is this ghost?

The female ghost pointed at the pen, then at the book.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't understand what she meant. Did she want him to write the words himself?