I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

It’s over.

Strangely, when those two words popped into his mind, Fan Zhiyi felt that he could accept it calmly, but the image that stuck in his mind was Xiao Bao.

He promised the child he would pick him up, and as an adult, he couldn't break his promise, but he was going to break it.

But the next moment, Fan Zhiyi's wrist was grabbed, and he was pulled up and dragged to the shore. Someone squeezed his chest hard, and Fan Zhiyi spat out a mouthful of water and coughed.

"Fan Zhiyi! Fan Zhiyi!"

Fan Zhiyi wondered if he was hallucinating, otherwise how could he hear Bing Nandong's voice?

He opened his eyes, but couldn't see the other person's face because of the water stains. Then, the other person's cool hand touched his forehead and put a pill in his mouth.

Bing Nandong took off the scabbard from his back and put it into his Qiankun bag. He helped him up and then carried him on his back, trying to avoid his injuries. Then, a sharp sword wind swept across the lake, cutting the ghosts that were still trying to climb ashore into pieces.

Fan Zhiyi felt like he was awake, yet also half-awake, muttering to himself, "Cat."

Bing Nandong was running at full speed, searching for a way out, when he didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"cat."

"He said there's a black cat that wandered into the South Garden. Can you save it?" A-Yu didn't want to speak up. This person looked fierce and powerful; he must be a cultivator.

Ah Yu had heard other ghosts say that cultivators would kill any ghost they encountered, without exception.

Sure enough, Bing Nandong's eyes swept over her, and the sword moved at his will, landing on A Yu's head, ready to kill her at any moment.

Ayu immediately shielded herself and took a few steps back, explaining, "I saved him, please don't kill me!"

Fan Zhiyi, who was on his back, was startled awake by A Yu's scream and weakly called out, "A Yu."

As if she had seen a savior, A Yu pointed at Fan Zhiyi and said, "Listen, listen, he's calling me A Yu! My name is A Yu!"

The sword was not sheathed. Ayu looked tremblingly at the thing on her head, her heart pounding with fear.

Fan Zhiyi opened his eyes several times before he finally saw the current situation clearly.

Compared to when they first met, A Yu was in a much worse state and seemed much more transparent. Fan Zhiyi knew this was because A Yu had saved him several times, and that the one carrying him on her back was indeed Bing Nandong. If it weren't for A Yu, he wouldn't have been able to wait for Bing Nandong to come.

“Bing Nandong, she’s a good ghost.” Fan Zhiyi said this with his eyes closed, his head resting on Bing Nandong’s shoulder, breathing heavily. Even though he was not fully conscious, he still muttered, “Cat.”

Bing Nandong finally sheathed his sword and was heading towards the exit when he heard Fan Zhiyi's question. He stopped in his tracks and asked, "Where is Nanyuan?"

Ayu looked at Fan Zhiyi, who seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep again. No matter how you interpreted it, it seemed like he was talking to her, who had been following them all along. But if the cat could be saved because of this, that would be great: "There is a shortcut from here. Please follow me."

So in the end, Bing Nandong was holding a black kitten in his arms, carrying Fan Zhiyi on his back, and accompanied by a female ghost who could disappear at any moment.

If you look closely, you can see the scratches on Bing Nandong's hand. If Fan Zhiyi were awake, he would definitely complain that his face was as dark as if someone owed him millions.

The thick fog blocked their path, so Bing Nandong had to use one hand to press his index and middle fingers together, close his eyes, and swipe his fingers across his face to use his spiritual sense to find the way before continuing.

The ghostly aura grew stronger, and Ah Yu, being weak, was struggling. Bing Nan Dong used magic to pull her into the barrier, just in time to avoid a vicious ghost that rushed towards her.

Ayu was surprised that this person would save her, and thanked him quietly.

Fan Zhiyi, who was on his back, suddenly stirred and called out, "Bing Nandong."

"woke up?"

"Hmm, I vaguely remember you feeding me a pill; it must have been the one that worked."

"The medicine doesn't work that quickly."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Brother, can't you tell I'm saying something reassuring? "Put me down."

"What can I do if I put you down? You'll be out of breath after just three steps, and you'll have to keep supporting yourself to slow down. Are you some kind of accomplice of that female ghost, sent here specifically to torment me?"

Fan Zhiyi, feeling a headache from being rebuked, obediently lay back down: "Jianqiu, my head hurts so much."

Ayu asked honestly, "What are Jianqiu and Bengong?"

"Ignore him, he's gone mad," Bing Nandong answered for Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi chose to isolate himself, but after a short while, he suddenly perked up again: "Where's the cat?"

“Here it is.” A-Yu pointed with a grin to Bing Nan Dong’s arms.

Fan Zhiyi looked at A Yu and, seeing that the girl was almost completely disappearing from sight, asked, "What happened to you?"

"Huh?" A-Yu scratched her face and forced a smile. "It's okay, don't worry."

Seeing A Yu's answer, Bing Nan Dong remained silent.

Fan Zhiyi rested his head on Bing Nandong's shoulder. He was so uncomfortable that this made him feel a little better. He stared at the ground and said, "Liar, do you really think I'm stupid?"

Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi saw the blood on his arm dripping onto the ground and being absorbed. He immediately patted Bing Nandong on the shoulder as if he had discovered a new continent: "Bing Nandong, my blood, look!"

Bing Nandong looked over, puzzled: "Didn't your injury just get treated? Why is it bleeding again?"

"I don't know. Tell me what's going on first."

"This house is absorbing your blood; it's alive and wants to open the next gate to hell."

"Ayu will feel better if she drinks my blood, right?" Fan Zhiyi generously raised his arm. "Bing Nandong, quickly get me an empty bottle to catch some more. Don't waste it, and don't let this haunted house benefit from it. Hurry up."

Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi thought of something else: "Oh wait, if A Yu can't touch the bottle, how can she drink my blood?"

Bing Nandong, annoyed by his noise, said, "It's too noisy, shut up."

Fan Zhiyi said with some grievance, "I'm just feeling down, so I wanted to talk more."

"Are there any safe houses around here?" Bing Nandong asked A Yu.

"Yes, I'll take you there! But it used to be safe, but I don't know about now."

Bing Nandong gave him a look, signaling him to take them there.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't rest for long before he started talking again: "You're actually willing to keep maintaining the barrier now."

"I……"

"Yes, yes, yes, Senior Brother is the best. If you want to hold on, holding on for a year or two is no problem." Fan Zhiyi interrupted halfway.

Then Bing Nandong pushed open the door and put him down: "You look quite energetic, are you all better?"

Fan Zhiyi immediately became dejected again.