I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

The boy sat up abruptly, staring at him, and whispered, barely suppressing his anger, "What are you doing?"

"Can't you hear me? Those guys outside are plotting to eat me!"

The boy was exceptionally cold and ruthless: "Go back to sleep."

Fan Zhiyi wrapped himself in the blanket and hugged the bedpost, trying to become one with the bed: "No."

"Go back," the boy said through gritted teeth.

Fan Zhiyi shook his head very sincerely.

"Hehehe, he's awake! He's awake!"

Fan Zhiyi lost all patience when he heard the commotion outside start up again.

Perhaps because the boy had also woken up, Fan Zhiyi, emboldened by some unknown source, dared to shout at the people outside: "You're making such a racket that everyone in the world will be woken up. Does being a ghost mean you can be so rude? We still have a child sleeping here!"

Xiao Bao rolled over, and the boy glared at Fan Zhiyi.

They were really rude, because Fan Zhiyi saw a dark shadow outside the window, and then heard a "bang bang bang" sound knocking on the window and door, as if they were trying their best to squeeze in and look inside.

The boy finally couldn't bear it any longer. He made a hand seal with his left hand and summoned two golden talismans. He stuck one on the door and the other on the window, and the whispering voices and shadows disappeared.

Fan Zhiyi looked shocked and envious: "Why not use such a good thing?"

In the darkness, Fan Zhiyi could almost see the boy's disdainful gaze: "I'm not afraid."

"But Xiao Bao will be scared."

“He’s already asleep,” the boy said. “So, can you go back to your bed now?”

Fan Zhiyi thought for a moment, then shook his head, met the boy's gaze, and forced a smile: "Could you give me a talisman too?"

"..."

Fan Zhiyi held the talisman he had obtained as if it were a treasure, and returned to his bed with satisfaction. He closed his eyes and slept soundly through the night without any dreams.

Fan Zhiyi woke up according to his biological clock, feeling refreshed and full of energy, and stretched. He thought he had woken up quite early, but when he turned his head, he saw the boy meditating on the bed. It was the first time Fan Zhiyi had seen the boy face-to-face, and he found it very novel. He turned over and stared at the boy.

As soon as he moved, the boy opened his eyes to look at him.

It must be said that the boy's eyes were naturally bright and expressive; Fan Zhiyi found them attractive.

People tend to appreciate and tolerate beautiful things, so Fan Zhiyi's impression of the boy wasn't actually bad.

Knowing that the boy didn't want to talk to him, Fan Zhiyi didn't want to make a fool of himself, so he looked at Xiao Bao and found that Xiao Bao was still sleeping.

So Fan Zhiyi prepared to get up and get out of bed, but when his feet actually touched the ground, they went weak and he knelt down, wishing the young man an early Happy New Year.

Fan Zhiyi: "..." This stimulating and exhilarating feeling is just like when I ran the 800 meters the next day.

Having not exercised for so long, Fan Zhiyi struggled to his feet, supporting himself on legs that seemed not to belong to him, his body trembling as he stood up, a determined smile on his face.

This leg feels like it's ruined.

"Are you hungry?" Fan Zhiyi asked in a low voice.

He had used up too much energy last night, so he was a little hungry now, but not completely unable to stand it. After all, Fan Zhiyi didn't think the boy would go out with him to find food. But Xiao Bao was still a child, and he didn't know how long he had been trapped in the haunted house. Fan Zhiyi felt that he needed to get some food to have the strength to continue.

If you could take a stroll through the inn's kitchen, you might find something edible.

Before Fan Zhiyi could finish his question, the boy got out of bed and put on his shoes. Under Fan Zhiyi's astonished gaze, he picked up his sword, opened the door, and then gave Fan Zhiyi a look as if he were an idiot: "Are you coming or not?"

"Let's go, let's go!" Ignoring his leg pain, Fan Zhiyi skipped out the door with the boy. As he closed the door, he subconsciously glanced at the talisman on it, which was glowing with golden light. Xiao Bao should be safe on his own, right?

However, Fan Zhiyi was also a little worried that if Xiao Bao woke up and didn't see the two of them, he might run around everywhere. He was also worried that after a night, the effectiveness of the talisman might be halved.

"Fan Zhiyi." The boy didn't give him a moment to think, nor did he wait for him; he called out his name without even turning his head.

"Huh?" Fan Zhiyi hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation when, unexpectedly, the boy suddenly asked, "What's my name?"

Fan Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, leaving him numb. His brain raced, but he couldn't find a suitable answer at all.

He's doomed, he's finished! How is he supposed to answer such a life-or-death question?

The only way out is...

Fan Zhiyi tentatively asked, "Team, teammate?" Was he crazy? Did such a word even exist in this world?

He heard the boy chuckle softly, but he didn't turn around or offer any rebuttal.

No way, he's so lucky, how could he guess right like that? Fan Zhiyi didn't believe that such a slim chance of good luck would fall on him.

Sure enough, the next second the boy drew his sword and placed it against Fan Zhiyi's neck. The cold blade pressed against Fan Zhiyi's skin, and Fan Zhiyi felt as if all the blood in his body was about to freeze.

"Get out of his body. Although he is very unlikable, he is still... a member of my Tianyun Sect. No matter what, we can't let a wandering ghost like you possess his body and do evil." The young man spoke with conviction.

In Tianyun Sect, people on the verge of death unleash their potential. Fan Zhiyi suddenly remembered something: the system said that he went on a mission with the disciples of Tianyun Sect and was then abandoned!

"I have amnesia." Fan Zhiyi looked at the other person with earnest eyes.

"Ah."

"Really!" To gain the trust of others, one must first believe in oneself. "When I woke up, I had forgotten everything, not even who I was. It was only when you called my name that I felt a sense of familiarity. So my name is Fan Zhiyi. But I vaguely remember that a few people abandoned me in that haunted house and ran away. You know me and inexplicably appeared in that haunted house. Was it you and your accomplices who abandoned me?"

With this move that turned the tables, Fan Zhiyi felt he had mastered the technique.

The original owner of this body was so pitiful; she was abandoned by her own fellow disciples and was also chased by a female ghost.

If it were Fan Zhiyi, he would be so angry that he would want to twist the other person's head off if he were betrayed by a friend while playing a game. Let alone this real-life version, he could easily lose his life.

He saw the boy staring at him disdainfully: "I wouldn't do something so pointless." Then he sheathed his sword and walked down the stairs as if nothing had happened.

Well, I guess I managed to get away with it.

Fan Zhiyi sighed silently; he had almost thought that his life was over.

Even so, Fan Zhiyi still followed behind the boy cautiously, becoming more vigilant.

There was no way around it; that longsword was just too cold. Fan Zhiyi was afraid that this guy might really take a dislike to him at any moment and just kill him.