I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

When Bing Nandong returned, it had already started to rain. Fan Zhiyi was humbly trying to outwit the cat and get to pet it. A Yu was too ashamed to watch this scene.

Finally, Xiao Hei leaped nimbly and ran to Bing Nandong's feet, rubbing against his leg.

Fan Zhiyi shed tears of envy and jealousy at this.

Bing Nandong walked over and gave him a steaming oil paper bag. Fan Zhiyi opened it and found several round buns inside!

"Eat sparingly, there won't be any food until we reach the next town."

"Okay." Fan Zhiyi finished wrapping the buns. Actually, he had just finished eating the osmanthus cake from last night and was now ridiculously full. "They've all left. Did you stay here specifically to wait for me?"

"We won't go back to Tianyun Sect for now; we'll go to Youshan Temple first."

"There's a mountain temple; let's go deal with A-Yu's ashes first." Fan Zhiyi looked at A-Yu; no wonder A-Yu had been so downcast all morning.

"Shall we fly there on our swords? But it's raining now." Fan Zhiyi looked at the raindrops outside. Although they weren't heavy, traveling in the rain was still a hassle.

Bing Nandong said, "Let's go after we've bought the carriage."

Fan Zhiyi was very excited to ride in the carriage, as this was his first time experiencing one. Before getting in, Bing Nandong returned A Yu's urn to Fan Zhiyi, who then put it into his Qiankun bag.

Half an hour later, Fan Zhiyi felt like his dinner from the night before was about to be shaken up. Bing Nandong was driving so wildly that Fan Zhiyi could no longer sit still in his chair.

He banged his head no less than five times before finally collapsing onto the carriage floor and crawling toward the door, saying, "Bing Nan Dong, take a break, I'm going to die."

The car stopped, and Fan Zhiyi lay dead on the ground.

Bing Nandong turned to look at him: "I've already slowed down and added cushions to the carriage, why are you still reacting like this?"

"I am recovering from a serious illness; I am a patient."

“I used to travel by carriage all the time when I went on long trips, so I got used to it. But to be honest, this road is indeed a bit too bumpy, but the main reason is that his driving skills are not good enough!” A-Yu pointed at Bing Nandong and complained.

"Then you come?" Bing Nandong replied to A Yu without any politeness.

Fan Zhiyi raised his hand: "I'll do it!" He immediately got up and sat down next to Bing Nandong.

It's said that drivers don't get carsick, but I wonder if that applies to horse-drawn carriages as well.

Fan Zhiyi was somewhat eager to try, and under Bing Nandong's guidance, he set off. At first, he was not very good at it, and the carriage swayed from side to side and almost fell into the river. Fortunately, Bing Nandong reined in the horse in time. However, Fan Zhiyi drove quite well on the flat roads later on.

The rain was neither heavy nor light, but it drifted in. Fan Zhiyi sat outside for a while, and his clothes became soaked, making him feel a little uncomfortable. He looked at Bing Nandong and saw that his expression remained unchanged.

In the distance, the green mountains rise one after another, their outlines painted in mist and rain like ink paintings.

Fan Zhiyi asked, "How far is Youshan Temple exactly?"

"It should take about half a month to arrive."

"So long?" He had to stay in the carriage for such a long time?

Bing Nandong said, "It might not even take half a month. Once the weather clears up, we can just fly there on our swords. In short, let's resolve this matter as soon as possible."

"If she flies on a sword, can A-Yu keep up? What if her soul gets blown away by the wind and drifts off somewhere?"

"Idiot, I can't feel the wind." A-Yu floated next to Fan Zhiyi, her arms crossed, staring at him.

The three of them were quiet for a while. Fan Zhiyi rested his chin on his hand, looked into the distance, and tucked the stray hairs that were obscuring his vision behind his ear. Then he suddenly spoke up: "Ayu, do you want to go back to your hometown for a visit?"

Ayu paused for a moment, then laughed as carefree as usual, and shook her head: "Hometown? It's too far away for me. I don't even know if that place still exists. Besides, if the most important people aren't there, then hometown has no meaning."

Yes, A-Yu has been dead for a long time. Fan Zhiyi began to regret asking that thoughtless question, needlessly causing others distress.

Ah Yu then opened up: "Let me think, I think I moved to that house with my family when I was about ten years old. I had always been very healthy before, and I had never had any serious illnesses since I was a child. But after I came to that house, my health deteriorated. I was forbidden from doing this and that. Even with careful recuperation, I still couldn't avoid dying in the end. After that, my family members passed away one after another. Eventually, they moved away from this sad place, and I don't know where they went."

Only Ah Yu's ashes remained, forever trapping her in the haunted house.

Fan Zhiyi didn't know why A Yu's ashes were buried there, but there was no need to ask anymore; it was all in the past.

When Ayu talked about these things, her expression was normal, and she didn't seem too sad. But how could she not be sad? To be there alone, witnessing the deaths of countless people, witnessing being abandoned, how lonely and how scared she must have been.

Fan Zhiyi didn't know how to comfort her, or even if he should. Instead, A Yu waved her hand and said, "Oh, what's with that expression? It was just that the atmosphere got heated and I blurted it out. It's nothing serious. So much time has passed, and I've forgotten many of the details. Besides, I'm doing fine now. Luckily, I met you guys."

“You should really feel lucky to have met someone who believes in nonsense,” Bing Nandong added. “After all, no normal person would believe a string of lies.”

Fan Zhiyi and A Yu: "..."

Fan Zhiyi argued, "But at that time, it was A Yu who helped me first."

"What if she's helping you just because she doesn't want to share with the other ghosts and wants to keep you all to herself?"

Fan Zhiyi retorted, "I don't think I'm that sought after."

"Those ghosts would love to tear you apart and devour you piece by piece, and not waste a single drop of blood."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Wait, weren't they feeling sad? How did they suddenly jump to the topic of horror?

They talked all the way, and finally arrived at the nearest town before dark. By then, Fan Zhiyi was sore all over from the long journey.

The long journey was exhausting, and as soon as he saw the bed, he couldn't wait to pounce on it. His treacherous little black cat, of course, went to nuzzle Bing Nandong again, and Fan Zhiyi couldn't understand why the little black cat liked Bing Nandong so much.

Seeing the jealous look in Fan Zhiyi's eyes, A Yu mocked him, "You can't envy that; it's talent."

Fan Zhiyi snorted and turned his head. The next second, he felt something swaying in front of him. He opened his eyes and met Xiao Hei's amber-green eyes. He immediately reached out and caught it, sitting up.

Bing Nan Dong let go of Xiao Hei and let it fall into Fan Zhiyi's arms. Looking at Fan Zhiyi, who was smiling like a fool, he asked him, "What do you want to eat? I'll have the waiter bring it up."

"I want to eat meat! And then I'll give the little fish a candle."

"It's okay if she doesn't eat."

Ayu protested this.