I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

With a do-or-die determination, Fan Zhiyi began to force himself to run faster.

Ayu wanted to persuade him again: "Are you sure you want to go there? You won't be able to handle a hungry evil spirit when it goes berserk!"

"fine."

Fan Zhiyi ran up the corridor, carefully watching his footing, and jumped over the attacking hands one after another. Finally, he stopped in the center of the lake. A faint light surrounded him, constantly blocking the attacks of the ghostly hands.

It was Bing Nan Dong's talisman that was at work.

Ayu said, "She's behind you."

Fan Zhiyi turned around, his heart pounding in his throat. A sickly red flush rose to his face. Fan Zhiyi felt like he was being roasted alive, but he pretended to be fine and stared straight at Xue Xiuniang.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move.

He was gambling, gambling that Xue Xiuniang wouldn't come. If she did, then forget it; he really couldn't even stand up any longer.

After a few seconds of this stalemate, A-Yu exclaimed excitedly, "She didn't come any closer, what do we do now?"

Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief, but the dizziness intensified, and his legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the ground. A Yu was shocked and asked, "What happened to you? Are you alright?"

Oh no, Fan Zhiyi knew he was in bad shape. If nothing unexpected happened, Fan Zhiyi judged that he probably had a fever.

He's been soaking in the lake, running in the rain, and with such a serious injury on his arm that wasn't treated in time, it's hard to believe he didn't get sick after stacking up so many buffs. The fact that he's been able to hold on until now suggests that the original owner of this body is actually in pretty good health.

Fan Zhiyi asked weakly, "Has she arrived?"

"No, she seems to be wary of something and hasn't made a move."

As he spoke, Fan Zhiyi's hand went limp, and he no longer had the strength to hold the talisman.

In the instant he let go, he hurriedly grabbed the talisman and dagger again, but in that instant, the talisman was soaked by the rain, its power weakened, and the ghostly hands began to push their way in, but they were all driven back by A-Yu.

However, A Yu only had one ghost, which was no match for hundreds or thousands of evil spirits. She could protect one side of Fan Zhiyi, but she also caused the other side to lose control and hurriedly circle around Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi blinked, feeling the rain sliding down his eyelashes. He had no strength left, and used the dagger to prop himself up so that he wouldn't fall completely.

Suddenly, a hundred ghosts wailed, their cries almost piercing Fan Zhiyi's eardrums. Fan Zhiyi covered his ears with his hands, his expression pained.

Ayu looked at the barrier that had suddenly enveloped the house, her expression filled with horror: "People from the cultivation world have arrived!"

This was like an omen. Fan Zhiyi heard the sound of the lake water bubbling and boiling. All the ghosts were terrified by the barrier and increased their attack power, wanting to take down Fan Zhiyi as soon as possible.

Ayu shouted, "Run! These ghosts are desperate and are coming ashore! And Xue Xiuniang is coming too!"

Fan Zhiyi bit his lip until it bled, using the pain to wake himself up. He staggered to his feet and tried to run, but was immediately grabbed by the ankle, thrown to the ground, and dragged a considerable distance. He was then wildly brandished a dagger to drive him away.

Ah Yu was extremely anxious: "Stand up quickly, stand up quickly!"

Fan Zhiyi's arms were trembling, and he couldn't stand up. A Yu was so anxious that she forgot she was a ghost and tried to pull him up, but her hand passed right through Fan Zhiyi's body.

She looked at Xue Xiuniang, who was closing in, and lunged forward, shouting, "Run!"

Fan Zhiyi saw Xue Xiuniang grab A Yu's head, intending to tear her soul in two, and then bite down on her neck, tearing off a large piece of her soul and swallowing it.

Ayu was in excruciating pain, still shouting for Fan Zhiyi to run away. Fan Zhiyi, with a strength he didn't know he had, stood up, dodged Ayu, rushed forward, and plunged his knife into Xue Xiuniang's skull.

Foul-smelling fluid oozed from Xue Xiuniang's body. She threw away A Yu with resentment and bit Fan Zhiyi. In the blink of an eye, Fan Zhiyi stuck the talisman in his hand onto her body.

Originally, I was just panicked and didn't know what to do because I had watched too many horror movies, but I didn't expect the talisman to actually work.

Xue Xiuniang screamed incessantly, trying to tear the talisman and dagger with her hands, but her hands were burned and black smoke rose from them. She trembled uncontrollably, and finally, as if she had made up her mind that it was better to suffer a short pain than a long one, she quickly pulled them out.

How could Fan Zhiyi possibly give her a chance to turn the tables? He stepped forward, grabbed Xue Xiuniang from behind, snatched her kitchen knife, and as he drew the dagger, kicked her into the lake.

The whole movement was done in one smooth motion; Fan Zhiyi was surprised at his own agility.

As the hundred ghosts dragged her down to the bottom of the lake, Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.

That last thrust had exhausted all his strength, and now he felt even more dizzy.

The rain was still falling, and more and more vengeful spirits were approaching.

Fan Zhiyi could no longer hold the dagger, nor could he hold the talisman in his hand. He could only watch helplessly as the talisman quickly became wet.

He trembled as he tried to pull out a few more talismans from his storage bag, but before he could move, something indistinct in human form suddenly leaped up from the lakeside near him, grabbed him, and dragged him into the lake.

The moment he entered the water, his body felt incredibly heavy. Fan Zhiyi choked on several mouthfuls of water and didn't even have time to feel nauseous before he felt suffocated.

He kicked his feet and looked down at the thing that was dragging him down.

The other person's face looked as if it had been gnawed on, and there were also visible bones on her body, but from her clothing and the feeling she gave off, one could vaguely tell that this was Xue Xiuniang.

Her feet were being dragged by countless ghosts, who were trying to climb up one after another, their eyes gleaming with cold light as they stared intently at Fan Zhiyi.

Compared to Xue Xiuniang, Fan Zhiyi was clearly more to their liking.

It's simply a haunting.

Just as Fan Zhiyi was thinking this, Xue Xiuniang bit his calf. In this life-or-death moment, Fan Zhiyi struggled desperately and stabbed the dagger into the arm that was holding him, but she still wouldn't let go.

The body was already decaying; the bones and everything else had long since become soft.

Then, out of some unknown rage, Fan Zhiyi cut off her wrist and watched as Xue Xiuniang was swallowed up by those vengeful ghosts.

After doing this, Fan Zhiyi was in no better shape. More ghosts gathered around him because of his blood, grabbed his limbs, and pulled him down.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't swim upstream and felt the pain of his limbs being torn apart, but when he opened his mouth, only countless bubbles rose to his head. Then, he saw A Yu.

The girl's face was full of anger as she chased away the vengeful ghosts, shouting, "Don't sleep! Swim upwards! Swim!"

Blood splattered in the lake, and Fan Zhiyi became the target of everyone's anger.

Ayu couldn't hold her own, but she still stood in front of Fan Zhiyi.

Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi seemed to have a sudden burst of energy before death and began to swim upwards. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, but his consciousness grew increasingly heavy. He struggled to breathe in the water and gradually lost his strength, only able to reach out his hands in vain.