I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

After saying this, the pen fell to the ground with a thud. Fan Zhiyi felt much more refreshed, and even his head wasn't so dizzy anymore.

He shook his head again, not daring to look at the female ghost any longer, but found that the female ghost had her head down, her black hair covering her face, and she was not saying a word.

Fan Zhiyi wondered if the female ghost was speechless because of what he had done, but then he saw the female ghost immediately stand up, and then fall to the ground as if her bones were about to fall apart. She frantically and urgently dragged her feet toward the kitchen and disappeared into the darkness.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Fan Zhiyi felt that the female ghost's body was decaying even more severely, and the stench of decay in the room intensified.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of large, chaotic chewing could be heard.

This situation is absolutely terrifying.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Everyone says ghosts are full of lies, but he didn't believe the little bit the female ghost was talking about. She was probably going to drain all his blood.

What just happened to him? Was he possessed? Why would the other person do that? Oh, right, because she couldn't directly harm herself.

Fan Zhiyi recalled a rumor he had read before: if a ghost wanted to enter a living person's dwelling, it had to find a way to obtain the living person's consent.

So, according to this logic, the female ghost wanted to kill him, but couldn't because of the talisman, so she needed to entice him to agree?

But is this really feasible for talismans?

Thinking of this, Fan Zhiyi had to reconsider the intelligence of Bing Nandong's talisman.

Taking advantage of the fact that the female ghost couldn't notice him, Fan Zhiyi quietly took out a dagger from his Qiankun bag with his movable hand and slung it behind his back. He then used his other hand to pull the dagger out and began cutting the rope.

The rope was tied very tightly, but even if it was tied very tightly, it was still just an ordinary rope and would be cut.

After finishing this, Fan Zhiyi finally felt that he had been saved by heaven. He quietly stretched his legs to make sure he wouldn't feel uncomfortable when he ran later, while waiting for his opportunity to come.

However, the female ghost was very clever. Fan Zhiyi heard the "tap tap tap" sound again, and he immediately put his hands behind his back to hide the dagger in the blind spot.

The female ghost crawled out, supporting her upper body, her face covered in blood.

Fan Zhiyi forced himself to move his legs and pretended to be stupid, suppressing his fear: "My legs are numb, my legs are numb."

The female ghost returned, a scene that reminded Fan Zhiyi of the bosses in horror games who would come out to chase and scare people once certain conditions were triggered.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and fish, and Fan Zhiyi had no desire to know what the female ghost was eating.

Constantly reassuring himself and mentally preparing himself, Fan Zhiyi suddenly burst out the door and ran wildly, not caring at all that the raindrops obscured his vision; only one word occupied his mind.

run!

He didn't know if the female ghost had caught up with him, or where she had gone, or how long it would take before she caught him. He just ran through the winding, meandering places with his wounds, trying to save his life.

Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi felt that all the buildings in front of him looked familiar. As he ran into the corridor, he saw the familiar ghost hand and Fan Zhiyi realized what it was.

This is that haunted house, the Xue residence. He was actually brought here by a female ghost!

Fan Zhiyi felt that these ghostly hands seemed to have grown longer. Before, they were just above the water and it took them a lot of effort to reach the corridor, but now, he could vaguely see various hideous faces emerging.

Without thinking twice, Fan Zhiyi gripped the talisman in his hand and skillfully walked through the corridor, returning to where it all began—the room where Bai Bai had once claimed to have a magic circle drawn with incense ash.

The candles inside had gone out. Fan Zhiyi closed the door, squatted down in the corner, curled up into a ball, covered his mouth and breathed slowly, feeling the unusual rhythm in his chest.

His injured hand was trembling, and Fan Zhiyi's lips were pale from blood loss. He felt cold and sleepy.

He pinched himself hard, the pain making him more alert, and then carefully picked up the dagger, intending to go to the bedside to use some dry cloth to treat his wound.

Before Fan Zhiyi could make a move, he saw a person suddenly sit up on the bed—no, it should be a ghost.

She got out of bed. Fan Zhiyi thought the other party was coming for him, so he hurriedly took out another talisman and held it in his hand. Then he gripped the dagger tightly and pointed it at the ghostly figure.

However, the ghost didn't even glance at him. It walked straight to the stool, stepped on it, hung its head on the white silk, kicked over the stool, and kicked its feet wildly until it stopped moving completely, its whole body hanging in the air, swaying.

Fan Zhiyi was dumbfounded, watching as the ghostly figure faced him head-on, its tongue lolling out. Suddenly, it opened its eyes and then vanished.

Then, another figure sat up on the bed, got off the bed, stepped onto a stool, and hanged himself.

Fan Zhiyi swallowed hard, ultimately not daring to step forward and interrupt the ghost's self-torturing repetitive hanging.

However, his clothes were already wet, and Fan Zhiyi had no choice but to cut off the innermost part of his clothes that was barely clean. He pressed his hand against the wound, gasped in pain, and trembled as he applied all the wound medicine that Bing Nandong had given him without thinking twice.

The pain was so intense that Fan Zhiyi was covered in sweat. He gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

Exhausted after doing all this, Fan Zhiyi didn't want to waste the hard-won talisman. So, holding the already wet talisman in one hand and the newly taken-out talisman in the other, he forced himself to stay alert and stare at the woman who was still hanging, afraid that this ghost might launch a sneak attack.

The rain was pattering outside, and Fan Zhiyi couldn't stay awake any longer and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, I was awakened by a gentle female voice: "Hey, hey, wake up, you can't sleep anymore, you'll die if you keep sleeping."

"Hey, wake up."

Fan Zhiyi opened his eyes groggily, feeling both hot and cold all over his body, experiencing a mixture of heat and cold.

The figure in front of him was blurry. Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, immediately shrinking back and raising the dagger in his hand at her: "Don't come any closer!"

The woman was clearly afraid of this thing, covering her face with her hands and backing away: "I... if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't have called you just now. Please put it away quickly, I'm scared!"

Fan Zhiyi did not immediately retract his gaze. He boldly looked around and found that the person who had hanged himself was still hanging, and the rain outside continued.

Fan Zhiyi tentatively put down the dagger, gripped the talisman in his hand, and when he spoke, his throat felt a little sore and hoarse: "Who are you?"

“You can call me A-Yu. Like her, I’m one of the ghosts trapped in this house.” A-Yu pointed to the hanging female ghost. Seeing that Fan Zhiyi wasn’t too hostile, she squatted down and looked directly at him. “And you, why are you in this house?”