I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

It seems Bai Bai was right after all; his blood is indeed very useful, but perhaps too useful!

Fan Zhiyi felt like he was about to be grabbed by some kind of ghost at any moment, and he screamed at the top of his lungs: "Ahhhhh, help me!"

What kind of hero is he trying to be? Is now the time to be a hero?

This was an exceptionally fierce chase, and unsurprisingly, it was our female ghost with the cleaver who gradually emerged from the horrific ghostly mass of dead.

"No, big sister, what have I ever done to you? Why have you been chasing after me like crazy ever since you appeared?" Fan Zhiyi burst into tears.

Even though it was you who lured them by bleeding them, can't ghosts have some self-awareness? Don't blindly follow the crowd; herd mentality is unacceptable! Couldn't you have gone after that boy...?

Hmm, Fan Zhiyi fell silent, it seemed that pursuing him was indeed more cost-effective.

and so……

"Help!"

Fan Zhiyi also wanted to run towards the boy, but the road was almost completely blocked by ghosts, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and keep going.

There was a large roundabout in front of him. He crouched down with his hands over his head. The female ghost's knife struck a tree. Then, Fan Zhiyi quickly crawled a few steps to the side, using both his hands and feet. His hair was grabbed, and it felt like his entire scalp was about to be ripped off. A piercing pain spread from the top of his head.

No, why is your hair so long?

Fan Zhiyi knew he couldn't escape; he was surrounded by ghosts, led by the female ghost, right in the middle.

When he saw the female ghost's massive, menacing teeth coming at him, Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes and raised his hand to block them, letting out a scream as if his hand was about to be bitten off, tears streaming down his face from the pain.

He instinctively kicked the female ghost, and he actually hit her. But the female ghost wouldn't let go, so what could he do? She stared at him with her dark, hollow eyes.

The next second, only the female ghost's head remained, still gnawing on Fan Zhiyi's hand, while her body was kicked away, splattering Fan Zhiyi with foul-smelling blood.

Then his head was pierced from top to bottom, and he finally let go.

Fan Zhiyi was thrown to the ground by the force, staring blankly at the fierce-looking boy.

The boy looked very unpleasant, his face showing undisguised disgust, and he kicked the head far away.

Fan Zhiyi was terrified. Following the arc of her head, he saw the headless female ghost swaying as she went to pick up her head. Fan Zhiyi felt goosebumps all over his body.

The boy didn't put the sword back in its sheath, nor did he look at Fan Zhiyi. He headed towards the exit, and Fan Zhiyi immediately chased after him on all fours.

What they didn't notice was that the blood on Fan Zhiyi's arm dripped to the ground and was miraculously absorbed by the ground instantly.

The house returned to a deathly silence.

The moment Fan Zhiyi stepped out of the barrier, his knees buckled and he knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.

The feeling of escaping death made him feel like he was dreaming, as if the next second he would open his eyes and be lying in his beloved bed again, and then begin to repeat the monotonous life, going to work, coming home, washing up and reading novels.

He glanced up and saw a straight, deserted street with antique buildings on both sides. The wound on his arm still ached, reminding him that what had just happened was not a dream, pulling him back to reality.

He had worked up a sweat running, and now that he had calmed down, the wind made Fan Zhiyi feel cold.

What's more, he had thrown away his outer robe to make it easier to escape; he should have kept it in his pocket.

"Brother!" The child ran out from the hidden corner when he saw them.

For no apparent reason, Fan Zhiyi felt a sense of relief, as if he had escaped death. He smiled and waved to the child, signaling him to stay away: "Brother is all dirty and smelly, don't get too close."

"Get up, let's go." The boy interrupted them, having moved ten steps away at some point, as if he wanted nothing more than to be in the same space as Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi had already noticed this; he wasn't stupid, and he could easily see the boy's dislike for him. Now that Bai Bai was gone, Fan Zhiyi's future was uncertain, and he had no idea what to do next.

This system is ridiculous! How long will it take for it to be back online?

Fan Zhiyi stood up, his legs still weak. He bent over, supporting himself on his knees, and began to cautiously take a step forward.

The boy picked up the child and walked ahead, showing no intention of paying him any attention.

Looking at his still-bleeding hand, Fan Zhiyi asked, "Do you have any medicine or anything like that?" He scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly. "I guess this is how it should be phrased here," he said. "My hand was bitten."

"..." The boy in front ignored him.

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Fine, so you're going to be all aloof, huh?

"Excuse me, what's the deal with that haunted house?" If only that damned Bai Bai were here, he would have known nothing about what had happened and was thrown into this place. Now, to survive, it seems he has to cling to the coattails of this seemingly powerful person in front of him.

"..." Fan Zhiyi's social anxiety was about to kick in. "Hey brother, if you have any complaints about me, you can say them and we can try to resolve them. There are only the three of us right now, and there are so many ghosts in that house. We can't afford to split up."

"Fan Zhiyi, shut up, you're so noisy. And stay away from me, you stink." This was the most the boy ever said to him.

Fan Zhiyi obediently shut his mouth this time, because he remembered what Bai Bai had said: the original owner of this body was abandoned in a haunted house by their team, and his name in this book world was also Fan Zhiyi.

So this person knows him, could he be one of those who abandoned him? Then what's going on here?

But in this quiet atmosphere, as he followed the boy forward, there was no one on either side, and it was pitch black at night. Fan Zhiyi was a little scared, and when he was scared, he wanted to talk.

When he was still alive, he lived in an old residential building. There were no lights on the first floor when he went back at night. Fan Zhiyi would sing revolutionary songs loudly as he went up the stairs. He could hear his own heartbeat and always felt that something would jump out from behind him at any moment.

"Speaking of which, that female ghost, the one carrying a kitchen knife, seems different from the other ghosts in the house. Maybe she's the boss or something." Fan Zhiyi didn't expect the other person to pay attention to him, but it was still super scary that no one was interacting with him, so Fan Zhiyi looked at the child.

To be honest, he didn't even know the child's name, but he and this child had been through thick and thin together, and the child was very well-behaved, which Fan Zhiyi liked very much: "What's the little friend's name?"

The child opened his dark eyes and shook his head.

"Then how about I call you Xiaobao?"

Xiao Bao nodded, appearing exceptionally obedient. Fan Zhiyi couldn't resist patting his head, which made the boy quicken his pace in disdain.

Xiao Bao's hair was messy and his face was dirty, but the boy didn't seem to mind. He still held him tightly. So, the boy just disliked him?

Got it.