I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi was momentarily angered and didn't want to say anything more. Bing Nandong still said, "Fan Zhiyi, this method is the fastest. I will find a way to send you out of Tianyun Sect, and bring you back after everything has calmed down."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Why is his temper getting hotter and hotter? "Yes, I'm just an ordinary person. I can't be as selfless as you. Our beliefs don't align. I will keep everything you said a secret. Thank you for telling me."

Yes, yes, he's always been this timid and cowardly. He just needs to protect himself.

Fan Zhiyi got up and left, walked through the courtyard and stood in front of his room. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. So he turned back and saw Bing Nandong picking out noodles. Hearing footsteps, he turned around to look at him.

Fan Zhiyi said, "I will go with you tomorrow, and not just tomorrow, but every single day this competition exists, I will go with you."

Sometimes people just have inexplicable ideas that come to mind, and they even throw a tantrum and insist on doing them.

Fan Zhiyi was in that situation; he didn't even know what he wanted to do.

Damn, I feel like going crazy.

Unexpectedly, Bing Nandong readily agreed. Fan Zhiyi felt something was amiss. To prevent Bing Nandong from agreeing verbally but then running away the next day, Fan Zhiyi got up very early.

Rather, he barely slept all night, trying his best to stay awake, afraid of accidentally oversleeping.

The next morning, when Bing Nandong went out, he saw Fan Zhiyi following him closely like a little tail. After keeping quiet for a while, he finally asked, "You didn't sleep well last night?"

Fan Zhiyi yawned and nodded listlessly.

Bing Nandong stared at his dark circles, which were as black as coal, and wanted to say something more, but then felt there was no need to say anything, so she stepped out of the courtyard gate.

Fan Zhiyi was following along just fine, but the next moment, his head hit something with a "thud".

Caught completely off guard, Fan Zhiyi's head throbbed as he clutched his head and stared incredulously at Bing Nandong outside the door.

Bing Nandong stopped and just stood there, looking at him through the door.

Fan Zhiyi reached out and felt around the doorway. Although the scene looked somewhat abstract, he did indeed touch a transparent barrier.

Fan Zhiyi recognized this thing; it was a protective barrier, and it goes without saying who set it up.

The rising anger almost burned Fan Zhiyi to ashes, but Bing Nandong, the instigator, said, "Don't worry, there are still two days left in the competition. If the barrier breaks down in the middle, Fan Zhiyi, you should take the spirit stones and magic tools I told you about yesterday and go down the mountain as soon as possible. I did this not on a whim. I originally wanted to send you away first, but time is short, and you have a special constitution, so I am worried."

Bing Nan paused for a moment, then smiled at Fan Zhiyi—a smile of youthful courage and fearlessness: "I will definitely come back."

Fan Zhiyi watched Bing Nandong's retreating figure, feeling furious but helpless. He slumped to the ground and then stood up.

It didn't matter. Fan Zhiyi started to transform into Gargamel, grabbing Xiao Hei and sucking it wildly, and only then did he feel much better.

On the first night, Bing Nandong did not return. Fan Zhiyi sat in the courtyard waiting for him. He fell asleep and the little black cat meowed a few times. Fan Zhiyi thought the person had returned, but when he opened his eyes, he found that he was still alone.

He walked to the door, his feelings a mix of emotions, but the desire not to leave won out, because that meant the barrier hadn't disappeared yet.

Although Bing Nan Dong is a sharp-tongued, arrogant person who doesn't like to speak clearly, and for various reasons, their interactions are a bit awkward, he genuinely protects him. Fan Zhiyi doesn't want him to really be as he claims to be.

The fact that the audience remained unmoved by the deaths of those on the competition stage suggests that they tacitly accepted that the candidates could use any means necessary to win first place.

Unbound by rules, the evil within human nature is unleashed, resulting in the difficulty of subsequent competitions rising to hellish levels.

Fortunately, the barrier has not disappeared yet.

Fan Zhiyi sighed, picked up Xiao Hei and went back to his room: "You won't be able to wait for him tonight, so sleep well with me."

"Meow." Perhaps sensing that Fan Zhiyi was in a bad mood, Xiao Hei was unusually obedient this time, not acting like a rebellious child as usual.

Because he had something on his mind, Fan Zhiyi didn't sleep very soundly and woke up early in the morning.

Looking at the still dark sky outside, Fan Zhiyi estimated that it was still early. After washing up, he went to the yard to exercise, but he couldn't help but look at Bing Nandong's dark room. Fan Zhiyi knew that this person had not returned all night.

Today is the last day, and Bingnan Dong should be back soon.

After finishing his workout, Fan Zhiyi prepared breakfast for himself and Xiao Hei, and then planned to study and immerse himself in knowledge.

Damn it, I can't learn a single thing.

The more he read the book, the more irritating he became. Fortunately, the weather was nice today, so he decided to do a thorough cleaning.

Fan Zhiyi tidied up the kitchen, cleaned the yard and the bathroom, and then rolled up his sleeves to start tidying up his own room.

Since it was a layout left behind by the original owner, he didn't actually intend to change it. He just thought he could take this opportunity to see if the original owner had anything useful.

The first thing he started tidying up was the original owner's cabinet full of books.

Fan Zhiyi had already read several of the books, and judging from the wear and tear on them, the original owner must have frequently read them and cherished them very much. Therefore, Fan Zhiyi was extra careful when reading them.

Fan Zhiyi quickly flipped through each book. According to his personal habit, he would leave some things stuck in the books, but it seems that the original owner did not have this habit.

But unexpectedly, Fan Zhiyi found a small key on the top of the bookshelf.

It was hidden very carefully, and Fan Zhiyi wasn't that tall, so unless you reached out to reach it, you wouldn't be able to sense its presence at all.

What a coincidence! He just thought, in the author's nature, that there might be some props or something, and it turned out there really were.

After tidying up the bookshelf, Fan Zhiyi lay back on the bed to rest for a while, feeling around the bed to see if there were any hidden mechanisms or anything. Then he checked under the bed, but this time there was nothing there.

According to Bing Nandong's previous account, the original owner liked to keep valuables close to her body at all times, so she basically wouldn't leave anything important in her room.

He went to the desk. There were two drawers under the desk. Fan Zhiyi had opened them when he first arrived. They were filled with many rolls of paper and an iron box. Fan Zhiyi thought that the key was probably used to open the iron box.