I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

When the knocking sounded, Fan Zhiyi couldn't wait to open the door, only to be met with the waiter's smiling face. However, the smile was stiff and looked strange.

The waiter didn't say anything, but carried the basin past Fan Zhiyi and went into the room. Then he stopped and Fan Zhiyi noticed that he was staring at the blood-stained clothes that Fan Zhiyi had just taken off.

Because Fan Zhiyi was standing directly in front of the door, he saw the waiter's staring gaze, as if he had seen some delicacy.

Fan Zhiyi felt a chill run down his spine at his own sudden analogy.

Xiao Bao shrank further under the covers. The boy leaned against the pillar by the bed and casually said, as if he knew nothing, "Put the water here."

These words seemed to have turned on the waiter. Fan Zhiyi saw the waiter stiffly grin at him, his dark pupils darting around in the whites of his eyes before his gaze fell on the wound on his arm. Startled, Fan Zhiyi immediately covered the wound and gave a dry laugh.

The waiter put down the basin of water and went out. The boy instructed, "Go and close the door."

There were only three of them left present, and it goes without saying who this was being said to.

Fan Zhiyi glanced out into the corridor and saw the waiter slowly walking towards the stairs. However, his gait was strange; he swayed as if he were drunk, which inexplicably reminded Fan Zhiyi of the female ghost in the haunted house.

Please, don't dwell on everything.

Then, Fan Zhiyi suddenly covered his mouth, quickly closed the door, and leaned against it, his eyes filled with terror.

He saw that the waiter's feet were walking one in front of the other!

He gestured wildly at the boy, his language somewhat disordered.

The boy used his sword to lift Fan Zhiyi's coat, then looked at him with a mixture of confusion and disdain: "What are you doing?"

"He...that one, the one who just came in..." The eerie atmosphere had startled Fan Zhiyi, who was gesturing wildly. Then he saw the boy hang his clothes outside the window and burn them, which calmed Fan Zhiyi down.

"What are you doing?"

"Your clothes are covered in blood. Don't you think there's enough stuff in this inn?"

"So you knew all along that something was wrong with this inn."

"Any normal person could tell that something was wrong with the inn, but it's nothing special anyway."

"But I only have one coat left, I'll freeze to death."

The boy glanced at him, then gestured for Fan Zhiyi to look at the blanket on the bed: "You can wrap yourself in this when you go out."

Fan Zhiyi: "..."

No, what exactly is this guy arguing about? Okay, he certainly has something to arguing about.

If Fan Zhiyi had the ability to exorcise ghosts, he wouldn't care about anything else; he would definitely be more arrogant than anyone else.

It becomes weak when facing the strong, and strong when facing the weak. It's enough to make capitalists weep.

Fan Zhiyi didn't want to continue the topic; the chances of him rescuing his coat from the boy were zero.

He walked over to the basin and asked sincerely, "Is this water usable?"

The boy had finished burning the clothes and closed the window when he came over. He glanced at the basin and replied, "It's usable, but don't use it yet."

Fan Zhiyi originally intended to wipe Xiaobao first, but just then he saw a handkerchief in the room.

But when the boy said that, Fan Zhiyi thought something was wrong, so he moved back. Then he saw the boy take out a clean handkerchief from his pocket, wet it, and wipe Xiao Bao's face.

Fan Zhiyi asked hesitantly, "So I can use water after you use it, right?"

The boy ignored him, threw the handkerchief he had used to wipe Xiaobao's face, hands and feet out the window, then washed his hands and went to blow out the first candle.

Oh no! This isn't what we agreed on; he hasn't washed his face yet.

Fan Zhiyi started splashing water on his face quickly. Wait, why is this water so cold?

By the remaining candlelight, I could see that my current appearance was about 70-80% similar to my appearance in the original world, but the visual effect was much better. Even though my hair was a mess, it did not detract from my handsomeness.

Yeah, I'm really handsome.

Fan Zhiyi sighed, "I must take the opportunity to observe myself closely."

Fan Zhiyi used the handkerchief in the inn. After quickly washing and wiping his face, the boy had already blown out the last candle, silently urging him on.

Fan Zhiyi dove into his blanket and wrapped himself up: "Can we not blow out the last candle? Can we just leave one? If the light will disturb you, I can put the candle at the foot of my bed."

Fan Zhiyi felt he had made a reasonable and humble request, so he held up one finger and looked at the boy pitifully. The boy smiled, his features extremely handsome: "Are you afraid of the dark, or afraid of ghosts?"

Fan Zhiyi said very sincerely, "I'm afraid of ghosts, and Xiaobao is definitely afraid of them too."

Fan Zhiyi looked over and found that Xiao Bao had actually fallen asleep! Are all children's sleep quality this good? Don't they have nightmares? Aren't they scared?

Then, the boy swiftly blew out the last candle, and the room returned to darkness and deathly silence: "Fan Zhiyi, do you know that ghosts are said to be unable to turn corners, so the last room in the corridor is particularly prone to being haunted?"

Fan Zhiyi: "..." He was angry, he was really angry!

Fan Zhiyi wrapped himself in the quilt, making sure he was completely covered, and began to close his eyes and drift off to sleep.

It'll be fine once I'm asleep, it'll be fine once I'm asleep. Even if a ghost really comes and eats me in my sleep, it's better than being scared while I'm awake.

However, Fan Zhiyi had insomnia. He couldn't sleep, but he was afraid of disturbing the two people in the next bed, so he didn't dare to turn over.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard noises outside.

Are they asleep?

"Going to sleep."

Are they powerful?

"The one with the sword has cultivation, and he hates the other one who's silly."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Who's the fool? If you keep plotting loudly, I'll hear you.

The sounds outside were dense, faint, and chaotic, creating an eerie atmosphere that made it impossible for Fan Zhiyi to warm up under the covers.

He could only close his eyes and pretend to be asleep to continue listening, adhering to the strategy of "if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move."

"Anyway, our target is that idiot. We'll dig out his heart and liver, take out his intestines, drink his blood, peel off his skin and hang it up, and boil his bones into soup."

"I'm so hungry, I haven't eaten in ages. Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Faster, faster!"

……

They agreed on their battle plan, and then suddenly fell silent. This silence gave off an ominous feeling.

Fan Zhiyi could no longer remain calm. He sat up abruptly, jumped off the bed barefoot, went to the boy's side, and then nimbly crawled up and squatted at the foot of the bed.

What a joke! They're about to eat him up and he's still pretending to be asleep. Is he some kind of buffet? He was afraid of waking Xiao Bao, so he didn't just crawl into the boy's blanket. He only asked for a corner of the bed. That's not too much to ask, is it?