I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi asked, "Should we split the bill?" It wasn't quite right to always let Bing Nandong pay, even though the spirit stones in his Qiankun bag were given to him by Bing Nandong.

"AA?"

"We'll split the cost equally."

"Ah."

As expected, Fan Zhiyi sometimes felt that he was quite shameless.

After a quick meal and washing up, Fan Zhiyi lay down on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. Not long after, he was woken up by Bing Nandong. Fan Zhiyi rubbed his eyes and found Bing Nandong standing by the window with his hair down and wearing an outer robe. A Yu was also standing beside him, looking like she was watching a good show.

Bing Nandong beckoned to him: "Come here."

Fan Zhiyi wondered if he was dreaming. He had a bad feeling and shook his head.

Bing Nandong said, "I have something good."

Ayu nodded vigorously: "Really, really!"

Fan Zhiyi was skeptical, but A Yu leaned over to the window and looked down, exclaiming, "Wow! It's so exciting! People are arguing down there, it looks like they're about to fight! Look, look!"

Fan Zhiyi got out of bed and walked to the bedside, then: "..."

Bingnan silenced him, saying, "Don't shout."

Fan Zhiyi could only open his eyes wide in terror, then was forced to calm down; he couldn't even scream now.

In the courtyard of the inn, there was a hesitant figure walking towards the window of Fan Zhiyi and the others, pacing back and forth along the same path with strange steps and a crooked figure, while his neck was tilted to one side.

The inn was only illuminated by candlelight at the four corners, which further enhanced the eerie atmosphere.

As the figure turned around, Fan Zhiyi finally saw the other half of the face, which was otherwise intact, was a bloody mess, with the eyes, mouth, and nose all rubbed together.

It was making some kind of muffled humming sound, like the cry of the most desperate person being choked.

Fan Zhiyi instantly thought of Xue Xiuniang, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he couldn't help but want to back away.

Bing Nandong said, "He's looking for you."

Fan Zhiyi stared wide-eyed at Bing Nandong to express his fear and confusion.

"I sensed the eerie atmosphere when I arrived at this inn, and it certainly didn't disappoint. Its appearance is somewhat similar to the body pieced together by Xue Xiuniang, isn't it?"

Fan Zhiyi was speechless. Fan Zhiyi was about to break. Memories of Xue Xiuniang came flooding back, mostly of her terrifying appearance, her agile figure, and the gleaming kitchen knife.

Bing Nandong continued, "Ghosts are particularly sensitive to extremely yin things, but the inn is crowded and the atmosphere is chaotic. Plus, I'm here, so at most it can only sense that you're here and doesn't dare to come closer."

Seemingly understanding Fan Zhiyi's gaze, Bing Nandong explained, "He was looking for a substitute. I judge that he was probably also captured and replaced, and jumped to his death from one of the rooms in this inn."

Hearing about it and seeing it with your own eyes are two different things; hearing about it while watching it is a completely different level of terror. Bing Nandong anticipated that Fan Zhiyi would back down, so he grabbed him by the back of his collar.

Fan Zhiyi really couldn't understand why Bing Nandong and A Yu were so bored at night, asking him to come and see a ghost and find a substitute. He looked at A Yu, who quickly distanced herself: "Bing Nandong came up with the idea. He said he wanted to test your courage."

Okay, let's build up our courage.

Actually, you get used to it after a while, Fan Zhiyi thought. He finally calmed down, but the next second, the ghost suddenly stared straight at his room, its neck stretched out as if it was judging something, and then suddenly sped up and came in this direction.

Fan Zhiyi grabbed Bing Nandong's sleeve and realized he could speak again: "He's coming upstairs!"

Bing Nandong remained calm and composed. He glanced out the window, making sure there was nothing left for Fan Zhiyi to practice his courage. He drew the sword from the table, then sheathed it again a few seconds later. Bing Nandong closed the window and said, "Go to sleep."

Ayu also retreated: "See, I just said that if there's something interesting to see downstairs, Zhiyi will definitely come over."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Thank you for understanding me so well.

Fan Zhiyi's drowsiness had been jolted awake, and now he was wide awake. He lay in bed, unwilling to close his eyes or go back to sleep.

Putting everything else aside, the ghost's appearance was incredibly impactful.

Fan Zhiyi looked at A Yu: "Why is A Yu so beautiful, while the other ghosts are in such a miserable state?"

Bing Nandong: "..."

This was Fan Zhiyi's third time staying at an inn, and each experience had been less than pleasant. Fan Zhiyi sat up and said, "I'll blow out the lamp later, but I'll leave it on for now."

Bing Nandong glanced at him: "Are you scared?"

"Kind of."

"Then practice more."

That means he'll have countless more ghost-seeing experiences afterward; those really are ghost sightings.

Fan Zhiyi began to feel hopeless about the future again. He took out his beloved talisman and pitifully started to stick it on the door to put his mind at ease: "Will sticking it on like this have any effect on A Yu?"

"She'll be kicked out."

So Fan Zhiyi was forced to abandon the idea of ​​putting up the talisman, and walked back to the bedside to take off his shoes and lie down.

Seeing his expression, Bing Nandong said, "With me here, what's there to be afraid of?"

Fan Zhiyi sighed, "You don't understand." Then he looked pitifully at Bing Nandong, "Could we not blow out the lights tonight?"

"……Can."

Seeing that Fan Zhiyi was really scared, Ayu patted her chest and comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, if anything happens, I will protect you."

Fan Zhiyi sighed again, tried to fall asleep for a while, but found that he still couldn't sleep. He called out softly, "Bing Nandong, are you asleep?"

"No."

"You can give Xiao Hei a name."

"Isn't 'Little Black' its name?"

"This is a nickname; we still need to choose a formal name. I thought of several names on the carriage today: Nanshan, Baisui, Changsheng, and Fulu. Which one do you think is good?"

A-Yu asked him, "Why did you think of Nanshan?"

"May you live as long as the Southern Mountain," Fan Zhiyi explained.

Bing Nandong said, "In the world of cultivation, living to a hundred years old is considered short."

Ayu stroked her chin and thought for a moment, then said with some dissatisfaction, "None of them seem quite right."

Fan Zhiyi retorted, "Anyway, these are the only four I can think of. I actually quite like the name Nanshan."

“Nanshan.” Bing Nandong repeated the sentence almost immediately after Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi replied, "Hmm? Is there a problem?"

"Let's call it Nanshan."

So hasty? Fan Zhiyi thought that Bing Nandong would be more or less like A Yu and dislike the name he had come up with, and then choose an extremely high-end and classy one. Although Fan Zhiyi thought that the name he had chosen was very good, of course it would be best if there was a better one.

After the naming was finished, the room became extremely quiet again, but Fan Zhiyi still couldn't fall asleep.

He turned to look at Bing Nandong and found him lying flat with his eyes closed. So he didn't have the heart to disturb him. But Xiao Hei was still very energetic and was being teased by A Yu.