I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bing Nandong stared at her, frowning as he urged Fan Zhiyi, "Hurry up and come inside."

Fan Zhiyi knew he couldn't be of much help here, so he picked up the thrashing black cat, held it in his arms, and ran away, saying, "Ancestor, ancestor, calm down for a while."

This time he was smarter and covered his hand with his sleeve beforehand, at least preventing himself from getting hurt again.

Once inside, Fan Zhiyi poked a hole in the paper on the door with his finger and looked at the battle outside. The two were exchanging blows, neither giving an inch, but judging from the situation, Xue Xiuniang was probably at a disadvantage.

Her legs were reduced to gnawed bones, and her torso was in no better shape, covered in pitted scars from which her internal organs could be vaguely seen. A large part of her face had also been bitten off, making her look extremely horrifying.

He figured Bing Nandong should be able to handle it, but even with that in mind, Fan Zhiyi still needed to see it with his own eyes to feel at ease.

Ayu then focused her attention on the black cat and advised it, "Be good, or we really won't be able to take you out."

To everyone's surprise, the black cat seemed to understand, and after a few more flaps, it finally calmed down.

Ah Yu exclaimed in surprise, "It can understand what I'm saying! Before, it wouldn't listen to me no matter what I said!"

It is often said that black cats are very intelligent, and that animals' eyes can always see things that humans cannot.

Outside, even though Xue Xiuniang was very inconvenient to move around, she still swung the kitchen knife at Bing Nandong like a madwoman.

She opened her eyes, which were no longer recognizable, and her moves were ruthless and deadly. Her legs twisted and spun, and finally broke with a "crack".

The moment Xue Xiuniang lost her balance and fell to the ground, she suddenly turned her head, positioning her body and head in completely opposite directions, staring intently at Bing Nandong, and ran towards him, supporting herself with her hands on the ground.

Bing Nandong summoned a red rope and wrapped it around the sword. Then, facing the challenge head-on, he looped the rope around Xue Xiuniang's neck from behind, placed his thumb on her forehead, and twisted it downwards.

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching roar, the red rope emitted bursts of red light, and black smoke could be vaguely seen drifting out from Xue Xiuniang's body.

Fan Zhiyi wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he saw a semi-transparent soul being gradually forced out of the decaying body.

The soul roared, clinging to the body in an extremely bizarre shape, unwilling to leave.

Then, Bing Nandong lit a spark on the fingertip between her eyebrows, kicked her body forward, and watched it gradually be swallowed by the flames, returning everything to dust. Then, he almost imperceptibly reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

To save her life, Xue Xiuniang had to leave her body, and in the firelight, everyone finally saw her true appearance.

Just like the image Fan Zhiyi had in his mind, she had an exceptionally bright and flamboyant appearance. However, now her shoulders and neck were marred by gruesome wounds, and blood stained her dress, making her look even more gruesome against her pale face.

"No, no! My body, my perfect body, I am about to be reborn from here!"

Her voice was hoarse as she struggled to crawl to her side, futilely trying to extinguish the fire with her hands. She tried to use all the magical techniques she had learned in her short life, but was gradually devoured by them, and could only watch helplessly as it turned into nothingness.

Xue Xiuniang laughed for no reason, then burst into uncontrollable laughter, hugging herself and babbling, "Father, Mother, it's alright, you're still inside me. You'll see when Xiuniang succeeds! Hahahaha, you'll always be with me, you won't deny me anymore!"

Bing Nandong stepped forward, sword in hand: "Xue Xiuniang, from the moment you passed away, the immortal sect has already disqualified you."

"Impossible!" Xue Xiuniang's spirit became increasingly transparent, and Fan Zhiyi understood that this was a sign that her soul was about to dissipate.

Xue Xiuniang roared, "Bingnan Dong, it's all because of you! It's all because of you! I won't let you get away with this! I won't let you get away with this!"

Her gaze turned venomous, her features contorted with rage, like a torn portrait. Her jet-black hair fell down as she moved madly, obscuring most of her face, and chilling incantations poured from her mouth.

Fan Zhiyi felt that the incantation was strangely familiar, and suddenly recalled shouting through the door, "Don't look into her eyes, she wants to control you!"

As night fell completely, Fan Zhiyi couldn't see whether Bing Nandong had done as he said. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan and almost rushed out to grab Bing Nandong and make him turn around.

Instead of staring at Xue Xiuniang, you should stare at the cat in his arms.

If Bingnan Dong is taken into custody, the entire army will be wiped out.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose, and all the windows and doors opened and closed uncontrollably. Fan Zhiyi looked in terror into the dark room behind him, when A Yu suddenly shouted, "Behind you!"

Fan Zhiyi instinctively revealed the talisman and pressed it on without saying a word. It was a wandering ghost that had appeared out of nowhere.

What a joke! In a place like this, Fan Zhiyi would have to bring out a couple more talismans to save his life.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't stay in this room any longer, so he went back to the corridor to find Bing Nandong. After walking a few steps, he found Bing Nandong walking towards him as well.

Fan Zhiyi jogged up to Bing Nandong, stared into his eyes, and waved his hand: "Are you alright? Are you alright? You weren't controlled, were you?"

Bing Nandong shook his head and remained silent.

"Bing Nandong, do you think you've won? In this battle for profit, we are all victims, we are all losers! You are more pitiful than me!"

The words came out of Xue Xiuniang's mouth in a hoarse voice. Fan Zhiyi wanted to see what was wrong with Xue Xiuniang, but Bing Nandong blocked his view and said softly, "Let's go."

"How to get out?"

"We can't get out, we'll all die here." Xue Xiuniang started laughing again, her laughter shaking her head. "Fan Zhiyi, this house really likes you."

Then, his smile vanished instantly, and his words, each one laced with malice, were filled with malice: "Bing Nandong, I curse you, that you will never get what you want, and that you will end up with the same fate as me!"

Everything around them began to change and collapse, including the long corridor. Without saying a word, Bing Nandong grabbed Fan Zhiyi and leaped onto the sword, controlling it as they flew through the air.

The feeling of flying on a sword was too wonderful. Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but look down. Everything was collapsing and being rebuilt. Ten thousand ghosts came out of their nests, while Xue Xiuniang just sat there blankly on the ground, letting herself be pulled into the endless abyss by countless ghost hands once again.

Help! Fan Zhiyi had no idea he was afraid of heights.

He looked away and grabbed Bing Nandong's clothes tightly.

Why does stepping on this sword feel so unsettling? If he could, he really wanted to become an octopus and stick to Bing Nandong.