I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Perhaps because it was daytime, there wasn't a single ghost in the inn. Light filtered through the paper windows, casting a hazy glow on the first floor, which surprisingly gave it a somewhat cozy feel.

Fan Zhiyi pushed open the window, coughed a few times as he was choked by the dust, and tiny dust particles swirled in the air.

Fan Zhiyi said, "This inn has probably not been used for a long time."

The boy didn't reply, but instead pulled open the two curtains behind the counter.

Behind one wall is a simple kitchen, another wall blocks the view of the small courtyard behind it, and the other kitchen is located diagonally against the wall in the courtyard, along with a storeroom.

Unfortunately, after searching high and low, Fan Zhiyi couldn't find anything to eat; he ended up with nothing.

The boy stood aside with his arms crossed, watching Fan Zhiyi busily working on things, showing his disdain for them and not wanting to touch them at all.

There was a well in the courtyard. Fan Zhiyi had seen this kind of well before when he played horror games. All you had to do was hang this wooden bucket on it, then lower the rope and pull it up.

The dry well was deep and dark, making Fan Zhiyi feel uncomfortable even during the day. The water inside looked black, and he didn't know if it was even usable.

This reminded Fan Zhiyi of a horror movie he had seen before. One of them was directed by Uncle Ying, and there was a scene in which there was a rotting corpse in a well. Just thinking about it gave him goosebumps.

"Aren't you afraid there are corpses in this well, that they'll crawl out at night and come after those who drank from it?" the boy said in a low voice, trying to create a terrifying atmosphere.

Very well, it successfully scared Fan Zhiyi, the newbie, reminding him of another novel, "The Corpse," and he stopped drawing water.

Damn it, he had absolutely no desire to put the barrel down and then lift it up again.

"Anyone with a brain knows that what I just said was made up." The boy was clearly pleased because he had scared Fan Zhiyi. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have touched the water last night."

Fan Zhiyi retorted, "What good will it do you to scare me?"

"I'm happy."

Fan Zhiyi: "...Whatever makes you happy."

The boy showed no sign of wanting to help. Fan Zhiyi wasn't very familiar with fetching water from the wooden bucket, so in the end he only filled half a bucket, rolled up his sleeves, and huffed and puffed as he carried it upstairs.

Now not only my legs ache, but my hands do too.

Xiao Bao was still asleep when Fan Zhiyi woke him up and wiped his face with a handkerchief. The child was so thin and small, his cheeks were sunken from malnutrition, but his eyes were bright; the contrast was heartbreaking.

After tidying up Xiao Bao, Fan Zhiyi quickly wiped himself down. He was absolutely not going to drink the water; he'd rather die of thirst than drink it.

But Xiao Bao is still a child, so we need to find a water source for him. I wonder if the boy has any way to get water. People with special skills like him usually carry a Qiankun bag or something when they go out, to hold all sorts of things.

Fan Zhiyi tucked the handkerchief in his hand and turned around to look. He saw the boy sharing a dry biscuit with Xiao Bao, who was holding a water bottle in his arms.

Fan Zhiyi: "???!"

Brother, you have water and food, yet you just watched me rummage around aimlessly, and even condescended to accompany me on this trip. What did you gain from this?

Fan Zhiyi stared longingly, thinking, "What's so important about saving face when you're alive? Hero, warrior, could you share a little bit with me?"

The boy didn't respond, but he generously gave half of the remaining biscuits to Fan Zhiyi, and Xiao Bao also handed Fan Zhiyi a water bottle.

After everything was ready, they prepared to go out. Thanks to the medicine the boy had given Fan Zhiyi last night, a thin scab had formed on the wound on his arm.

"Wait, the clothes."

Fan Zhiyi was stopped just as he was about to open the door. He looked down at his thin clothes and said, "Yes, it's a bit chilly in the morning." He had felt it as soon as he stepped out the door!

Fan Zhiyi went back and picked up the blanket to wrap himself in, but then noticed the boy staring at him with obvious disgust. So the boy threw a piece of clothing at him.

Fan Zhiyi pulled it down and saw that it was a black outer robe. Then he saw that the boy had already left with Xiaobao.

Tsk, what a stubborn man with a soft heart.

As Fan Zhiyi was leaving the inn, he saw the young man turn back the silver he had given away the night before and put it back in his bag. He couldn't help but admire the young man for being a thrifty person.

With the sunlight during the day, Fan Zhiyi became much bolder.

The boy's clothes were a little too big for his current size; the sleeves were a whole circle too long. Fan Zhiyi rolled them up again and again to fix them before finally tying the belt.

The boy glanced at him on the way, probably wanting to say something because he couldn't stand it anymore, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The streets during the day are only slightly clearer than at night; there's still no one around.

The restaurant's banners were billowing high in the strong wind. Under these circumstances, Fan Zhiyi had to thank the young man for giving him an outer robe that morning. He wondered what material it was made of, but it was so warm.

Xiao Bao was also wrapped in a small blanket sponsored by the teenager, and he said it was very warm.

Judging from the fabrics and the young man's extraordinary demeanor, he is definitely rich and noble. As for anything else, I know nothing.

After walking for about an hour, Fan Zhiyi stopped. His legs were really giving out; the pain was like hell.

The boy walked quite a distance before reluctantly stopping and staring at him, still looking very proud, with his chin held high, as if he didn't want to pay any attention to Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi hunched over: "I can't go on anymore. I was running around like a super core yesterday, and my legs are about to break. Can I rest for a while, just a little bit?"

The boy crossed his arms and said, "You're not even as good as a child?"

In other words, you're really useless.

If it's useless, then it's useless.

Fan Zhiyi nodded sincerely. The boy seemed speechless and didn't speak for a long time. Fan Zhiyi tentatively sat down on the steps next to him, and seeing that the boy didn't say anything, he immediately slumped down on them.

He didn't want to hold the team back, but his legs were just too weak. Who could understand the sorrow of a corporate slave who hadn't exercised for years?

Fan Zhiyi looked up and saw the wine flags under the blue sky again. He turned his head and looked back. Behind him was still that haunted house, which exuded an indescribable gloom and terror even in broad daylight.

"This must be what they call being trapped in a maze." Fan Zhiyi struggled to sit up, pounding his thighs. When he turned around, he saw that it was the same inn they had stayed in last night. The main door was tightly closed, but the window that Fan Zhiyi had opened that morning was still open.

To be honest, not a single door on this street was open, except for that haunted house, which had its door wide open. The bait shouldn't be too obvious.

The boy ignored Fan Zhiyi and instead stroked the stone statue at the entrance of the inn, then looked around.