I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Why was Xiao Bao there?

The boy patted Xiaobao on the back: "Ignore him."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." He really wanted to rush up to the boy, grab his shoulders, shake him wildly, and ask him, "What did I do to offend you? Tell me, I'm not the same person I used to be, in every sense of the word."

But if he really said that, the boy might mistake him for a ghost possessing his body and just kill him with a single sword strike.

Although the boy forbade it, Xiao Bao still covered his mouth with his hand and secretly told Fan Zhiyi, "Brother, I ran in with everyone, but we can't get out."

"What about the others? Are they still in that haunted house?"

Xiao Bao shook his head.

"Where are your family members?" Fan Zhiyi also secretly covered his mouth as they interacted, and moved a little closer.

Xiao Bao shook his head: "We have never seen Daddy and Mommy."

Oh dear, you've touched on a child's painful past.

Fan Zhiyi mentally slapped himself, then heard the boy's disgruntled voice: "You smell terrible, stay away from me."

Okay, I'll back off so as not to offend Xiaobao with the smell.

The road was pitch black, and they walked for an unknown amount of time. Fan Zhiyi felt that they were walking in a straight line, but there was no way out. Then, when he looked up, he saw a wine banner that looked familiar. Fan Zhiyi felt that he had seen it before.

He looked back and saw that the haunted house was still right behind them, as if they could return to the entrance by taking a few steps back.

Fan Zhiyi sensed something was terribly wrong; could they have encountered the legendary "ghost wall"?

However, there was one difference: the room on the right suddenly lit up. In such a quiet place, this did not bring comfort, but rather added to the eeriness.

"Don't you think we've been here before?" Fan Zhiyi asked, not expecting an answer from the other party.

However, the other party replied with "Nonsense," and then raised their hand to knock on the wooden door.

Thank you so much for teasing me.

The boy knocked three times, but no one answered. Then, to Fan Zhiyi's astonishment, he kicked the door open and said, "I need a room and two beds."

Fan Zhiyi peeked over and saw that there was only one person sitting at the counter on the entire first floor, but the lighting was so dim that he couldn't see the person's face at all.

The entire inn gave off a very uncomfortable feeling, especially when Fan Zhiyi entered. He shivered and quickly closed the door.

I don't even know what season it is now. He's been standing in the wind for so long, he's freezing to death.

The boy took a step, and Fan Zhiyi followed suit.

Although Fan Zhiyi didn't really want to be disliked, his life was more important, so what was wrong with being a little thick-skinned?

"Um, could you please bring up some more hot water?" He had seen in period dramas or novels that in ancient inns required the innkeeper to prepare hot water for the innkeeper himself, unlike modern inns which were fully equipped. He wondered if the inns in the world of exorcism would be better off because of the fantasy elements.

Finally, Fan Zhiyi watched as the boy took the doorplate, threw it on the table for who knows how much money, and started walking up the stairs. Each step he took on the wooden stairs made a creaking sound, sounding particularly heavy.

As Fan Zhiyi followed the wooden ladder to the middle, he felt, perhaps it was just his imagination, that many people were watching them from behind, and he could hear rustling sounds.

Fan Zhiyi was torn between his inner thoughts and his own, but in the end, he turned his head and glanced at it suspiciously.

Holy crap, all the lights downstairs went out. By the candlelight in the second-floor corridor, you could see what looked like many figures in the darkness, yet there seemed to be no figures at all. All the sounds stopped the moment he turned his head, as if he were hallucinating.

Startled, Fan Zhiyi ran upstairs with a thud, barely missing the boy's back. He valued his life, he wasn't afraid of being scolded, he had to live again, and he still had the money he had earned saved up.

Sigh, life is tough.

He was a fine young man, and he actually transmigrated into this novel. How could he not know the world view, the background, or even the protagonist!

Fan Zhiyi glanced at the young man in front of him. This young man had the air of a domineering protagonist. Anyway, following him was the right thing to do.

Their room was at the end of the corridor. The boy pushed open the door, turned on the light, and then placed Xiaobao on the bed on the left. He then went to light the remaining candles.

Fan Zhiyi stood to the side, unsure of what to do, feeling a little awkward.

"Take it."

The boy tossed something over, which Fan Zhiyi caught. It was a porcelain bottle. He asked sincerely, "What's this?"

"Medicine," the boy said. "You can sleep in the other bed."

What a kind person! They even left him a bed. Fan Zhiyi had thought he was destined to sleep on the floor.

Taking advantage of the clear light, Fan Zhiyi finally saw that the young man who saved them had the excellent appearance he had expected. He had red lips and white teeth, a handsome appearance, his hair was tied up high, and he was wearing a white robe with a belt for easy movement. He looked exactly like the spirited young knight-errant in Fan Zhiyi's mind.

Moreover, judging from his slightly immature face, he is no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

The boy's sword had already been wiped clean and put back into its scabbard on his back when Fan Zhiyi wasn't looking. Now the boy took the scabbard off and placed it on the table.

Seeing the young man as gentle as a breeze and as bright as the moon, while he himself was utterly disheveled, Fan Zhiyi sighed silently in his heart.

He unbuckled his belt and discovered that he was wearing another layer underneath, so he took off the outer layer of clothes that were covered in mud and blood.

The one inside is at least fairly clean, but it's been marinated, so I have to manually scrub it after taking it off. It probably won't dry overnight. Do you have any laundry detergent here? I'm afraid just washing it with water won't get it clean.

If he had the chance, Fan Zhiyi would have been so happy to take a hot shower right now, but he didn't have the chance, so he wisely sat on the quilt of his assigned bed and waited for the hot water to be brought to him.

Once he calmed down, Fan Zhiyi realized once again how dangerous it was to escape from a haunted house. He was so terrified that he could hardly remember what had happened; he only remembered running and being scared the whole time.

Moreover, he's really amazing; he managed to run away with a child without being caught by the ghost.

If only Bai Bai were here.

Fan Zhiyi sighed, thinking he was sighing in his heart, but then he found an exceptionally intense gaze falling on him. He quickly looked up and met the boy's gaze, which he hadn't had time to look away from.

The boy was taken aback when he met Fan Zhiyi's gaze.

Fan Zhiyi smiled amicably, but the boy frowned, turned his head away, and said bluntly, "So stupid."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Do you even know what a kind smile is?