I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Ayu stared at the two of them with wide eyes, then awkwardly looked away when she met Bing Nandong's gaze.

"Is Xue Xiuniang really dead this time?"

“Hmm.” Bing Nandong didn’t sound happy. “However, her resentment is extremely strong. Even if it completely dissipates, it will take some time. So, she can be considered to have brought this upon herself.”

Fan Zhiyi didn't understand the significance of this setting, but he respected it nonetheless. However, even Fan Zhiyi found Xue Xiuniang's last words offensive, and he wondered if Bing Nandong was in a bad mood because of them.

So Fan Zhiyi tried to comfort her: "Don't take Xue Xiuniang's words to heart."

"What?"

"...It's nothing." Seven seconds of memory, that's fine. "Are you going to find another way out this time? Don't worry, this time there's no ghost holding you back, you shouldn't faint like last time."

But the next second, Fan Zhiyi worried about other issues: "But you're injured. What if you overexert yourself and faint again? This time, all I need to do is drag you out of the haunted house and wait for rescue, right? I still have one, two, or three talismans. You can have one, and I'll take one."

"Do you believe I'll throw you down there?"

Fan Zhiyi shook his head sincerely: "I don't believe it." This person is just a little awkward and stubborn, and has a sharp tongue, but he has a good heart.

Fortunately, just as if he was deliberately going against Fan Zhiyi, Bing Nandong did not feel uncomfortable this time.

However, they had just escaped one danger only to fall into another. This time, they didn't know where they had ended up, and many of the ghosts lost their minds and fled in all directions.

Leaving this place was of utmost importance, so Bing Nandong had no choice but to set up a barrier to resist, and led Fan Zhiyi and A Yu upstream.

Suddenly, everything was split open, and Fan Zhiyi looked around as if his skin was peeling off again.

Bing Nandong bowed to the barrier, and raindrops fell on Fan Zhiyi's head, their cool touch serving as evidence of authenticity.

Before them stood an elderly man with white hair, dressed in the attire of the Tianyun Sect. His first words were accusatory: "How could a mere Xue residence have brought you to this state?"

“This disciple’s academic knowledge is insufficient.” Bing Nandong did not get up.

Fan Zhiyi was immediately displeased. Hey, a mere Xue residence? Let's see if you can handle it. Rescue, huh? Why are you so late? Why didn't you come any later? It's all over by the time you come to pick up the pieces, and you're still so enthusiastic.

Thinking this to himself, Fan Zhiyi didn't say it aloud. Regardless of the consequences, he immediately followed Bing Nandong's example and casually placed his hand on the ground while bowing.

The elder glanced at Fan Zhiyi and sneered, "You've been away for a few days and you've even forgotten your manners, getting entangled with a brat."

The elder made a hand seal, and Bing Nandong immediately spoke up: "Second Elder, she has no bad intentions, she is just trapped here and cannot get out."

The elder did not stop, and Fan Zhiyi stood in front of A Yu.

"Get out of the way!" the elder said.

Fan Zhiyi did not move.

The Second Elder narrowed his eyes, intending to deal with Fan Zhiyi and A Yu together. Bing Nandong gripped his sword tightly, his back ramrod straight, like an arrow about to be released.

The Second Elder glanced at Bing Nandong, who this time met his gaze without flinching.

Amidst the tense standoff, a voice came from afar: "Oh, isn't this Bing Nandong, whom your Tianyun Sect has been praising so much? What happened to you, looking so pathetic? But this old man thinks that what Bing Nandong said makes sense. Even ghosts have black and white distinctions, unlike some people who pretend to be virtuous and otherworldly, but are actually rotten to the core."

Fan Zhiyi looked over and saw a black-haired old man dressed in the Nine Thousand Miles Attire leading several disciples over.

Okay, Fan Zhiyi instantly guessed that a fierce battle might be about to take place here.

The elder's face darkened further. He waved his sleeve and scolded Bing Nandong, "What are you still doing here? You are the eldest disciple, you should set an example. The disciples are all waiting for you to give instructions outside."

"Yes." Bing Nandong bowed respectfully again before leading Fan Zhiyi away from this place of trouble.

Bing Nandong didn't actually walk very fast. Fan Zhiyi and A Yu followed behind him, and they wisely kept quiet.

In the darkness, Fan Zhiyi couldn't see clearly and naturally didn't notice Bing Nandong's pale face and fatigue. He only saw the boy's straight back and thin figure, and suddenly felt a little inexplicably uncomfortable.

This feeling came on very strangely, so Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but want to walk faster, preferably side by side with him.

The road was slippery due to the rain, and Fan Zhiyi, who was still sick, almost fell into a puddle because his legs gave way. A Yu instinctively reached out to catch him, but the next second, Bing Nan Dong turned around and caught his arm.

When their eyes met, Fan Zhiyi felt that Bing Nandong's eyes were deeper than the night, concealing everything.

"The talisman must not be seen by others," Bing Nandong said abruptly.

Fan Zhiyi clenched the talisman he was still holding, responded to him, and stood up straight.

Bing Nandong then instructed, "When we go out in a little while, I will have my disciple take you to treat your wounds first."

Fan Zhiyi cleverly caught the omission: "And what about you?"

"I also need to deal with the other vengeful spirits in the Xue residence."

"But your injury..." Meeting Bing Nandong's gaze, Fan Zhiyi shut his mouth.

Bing Nandong said, "I was never injured."

The atmosphere in the haunted house masked the bloodstains on Bing Nandong's body, and the rain washed away the traces, leaving nothing behind.

Bing Nandong was no longer the Bing Nandong that Fan Zhiyi knew. There was no bickering, no arrogance. Instead, he was solemn and steady, as if he could hold up the sky even if it collapsed.

Fan Zhiyi guessed that he was upset after being scolded by his elders. The young man had a strong sense of pride, so he cleared his throat and said, "Thanks to you this time, otherwise I would have really become the female ghost's meal. Our senior brother is really handsome, dashing, and extraordinary. He is the one." Fan Zhiyi gave him a thumbs up.

Bing Nandong glanced at him: "If you can't say something nice, then don't. It sounds awkward to me."

Yes, it's still Bing Nandong. Fan Zhiyi felt he shouldn't have provoked him.

Unexpectedly, Bing Nandong continued, "If Xue Xiuniang hadn't forcibly used immortal techniques and weakened her power, I would only be able to fight her to a draw. Since she is already deceased, she shouldn't have tried to reverse the Heavenly Stems and Yin and Yang."

"Sigh, the dead always want to be reborn," Fan Zhiyi chimed in. "Life is full of regrets. But all things considered, Xue Xiuniang actually got a great deal, taking a bite out of me twice!"

Speaking of this, Fan Zhiyi's feet started to hurt. This girl always bites really hard; last time it was his hand, and this time it was his foot. It hurt so much!

Fortunately, it's all in the past now.

Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief, dispelling his frustration. He then decided to continue helping a disheartened teenager regain his confidence out of humanitarian concern.