I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi felt a chill down his spine and realized that Bing Nandong was staring straight at him. He immediately smiled guiltily.

"You told He An you wanted to travel 90,000 li?"

"No, no, no, of course not!" Fan Zhiyi held up three fingers, his words earnest. "I swear."

Bing Nandong sneered: "Heh."

Hmm, it seems she's still angry.

Fan Zhiyi obediently shut his mouth, looked around, and wondered why this road seemed so familiar to him. Wasn't this the road back to the town and on his way to the Xue residence?

Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but move closer to Bing Nandong, and asked nervously, "Aren't we going back to the Tianyun Sect camp?"

"I have something to do; I need to go to the Xue residence."

"Huh?" Fan Zhiyi's heart sank instantly. Although he had been rescued, he still had a lingering fear of that place. Besides, it was so dark outside. Why did he have to go there at this time?

"Hold it," Bing Nandong said. "Black cats are believed to ward off evil spirits."

"But this ancestor doesn't want to either." Fan Zhiyi was a little sad. He had gone through a lot of trouble to bring it back, but this cat master was really hard to take care of.

Bing Nandong didn't allow him to argue and directly handed Xiao Hei to Fan Zhiyi. As soon as Xiao Hei stretched out its claws and aimed at Fan Zhiyi, Bing Nandong said softly, "Good boy."

Miraculously, Xiao Hei rubbed against Bing Nandong, meowed, and was obediently hugged by Fan Zhiyi.

Because of an injury to one hand, Fan Zhiyi could only use his other hand to support the baby. However, Xiao Hei was still small and light.

"Bing Nandong, I want to learn this!" Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong with sparkling eyes. "I also want a cat to be this nice to me. Can you teach me?"

"It can't be taught."

Fan Zhiyi wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt Bing Nandong smile. Then, he pulled out a lantern from somewhere, cast a spell, and lit it.

Ayu was momentarily blinded by the light and hid behind Fan Zhiyi, asking, "What kind of light is this?"

Bing Nan Dong answered without hesitation: "For exorcising ghosts."

Ayu: "..."

Bing Nandong slowed down and explained to Fan Zhiyi, "It will just make the ghosts that want to come over feel uncomfortable. Just don't look directly at it or get close to it."

Fan Zhiyi glanced at A Yu, who was almost about to turn into a vengeful ghost and pounce on Bing Nandong to bite him to death, and whispered to Bing Nandong, "Isn't it a bit impolite of us to treat Xiao Yu like this?"

"This town was already polluted by the ghostly aura of the Xue residence. All the evil spirits that escaped from the Xue residence were trapped inside. The situation has worsened in the last two days. Are you sure you don't need an exorcism?"

Considering Bing Nandong's pride and his injury, Fan Zhiyi felt it was better to avoid trouble and nodded.

Bing Nandong continued, "Besides, it's too dark. You can't see the road clearly, right? The town will be filled with ghostly energy later."

"Okay, then Little Fish, I'll have to trouble you for a while."

A Yu's resentful gaze turned to Fan Zhiyi: "You ungrateful wretch!"

After a while, Bing Nandong glanced at Fan Zhiyi beside him and couldn't help but ask casually, "Osmanthus cake, don't you want some? It tastes better when it's hot."

Fan Zhiyi was worried that if an emergency occurred while he was eating, he wouldn't be able to escape in time: "I just had dinner, I'm too full, I need to digest for a while first."

Upon entering the town, just as Bing Nandong had said, the road ahead was barely visible, and the lantern Bing Nandong was carrying only illuminated layers of flowing fog.

Bing Nandong set up a barrier to cover the two people and the ghost. His steps were steady, which gave people some peace of mind.

Fan Zhiyi was still a little worried about Bing Nandong's injury, but if he asked, he would definitely get the answer that it had healed long ago. Fan Zhiyi could recite Bing Nandong's answer by heart.

I originally went to ask about Zhuang Yujing and Bing Nandong's injuries, but I could never run into them. Every time I did run into Bing Nandong, he was already there.

Come to think of it, Zhuang Yujing seems to appear shortly after Bing Nandong appears. Did he put a tracking device on Bing Nandong?

"Why are you so quiet today?" Bing Nandong asked suddenly. Fan Zhiyi thought he was hallucinating. He turned his head to look and found that Bing Nandong was still looking straight ahead.

Is it really an illusion?

Seeing that Fan Zhiyi did not answer, Bing Nandong opened his mouth, hesitated, repeated himself several times, and then finally said in a calm voice, "I see you and He An talk quite a lot."

"Huh? No, I'm usually quite talkative, I was just thinking about something."

"What important things could you possibly be thinking about?"

Fan Zhiyi: "..." The way he spoke made me want to punch him.

Bing Nandong lowered her eyes to look at him and smiled gently: "I suddenly thought of a story, shall I tell you?"

"Can I say no?"

“One night, a man was awakened by the sound of chains. He didn’t dare to look, so he hid in his room and listened to the chains rattling back and forth outside, like someone being dragged back and forth. The next day, he heard that the old man next door, who had been bedridden and barely clinging to life, had mysteriously passed away the night before.” Bing Nandong lowered his voice and spoke in a low, indifferent tone.

Fan Zhiyi felt a chill run down his spine, but he still mustered his courage and asked, "So the sound of chains last night was coming to claim a life?"

"There is still one……"

"Do you really have to tell ghost stories here so late at night?"

"Don't you need to create an atmosphere when telling this kind of story? I think the atmosphere we have now is pretty good."

"It's really good, I won't be able to sleep tonight." Fan Zhiyi might be scared when he hears this, but he will definitely be scared before going to sleep. After all, he is a level 10 imaginative person and will really keep imagining scenes before going to sleep.

He thought Bing Nandong would try to scare him, but Bing Nandong only said, "If you're this scared, it'll be easy for them to notice something when you go back to Tianyun Sect."

"Oh." If that's the case, then the original owner was indeed quite brave. With this kind of physique, and without knowing how to cultivate, he still wanted to assassinate Bing Nandong, and even went to the Xue residence.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but be curious about what kind of extraordinary person the original owner of this body was, but he didn't dare to ask Bing Nandong, lest he evoke unpleasant memories of how hard it was for her to stop arguing with him.

Along the way, Bing Nandong didn't tell any more ghost stories to scare Fan Zhiyi, and they arrived at their destination not long after they started walking.

Through the hazy mist, one could see a group of people gathered in front of the Xue residence. A faint golden light enveloped the residence, and the sound of chanting seemed to carry far.

As he got closer, Fan Zhiyi still felt a little guilty, afraid that the door would devour him whole and the nightmare would continue.

Bing Nandong handed him the lamp: "These are all eminent monks from temples in the mountains. There is nothing to fear here."

Realizing that Bing Nandong was comforting him because he looked unwell, Fan Zhiyi smiled and said, "I'm fine."

"Can you still carry the cat?"