I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Although it's impolite and immoral to peek at other people's things, Fan Zhiyi, determined not to miss any clues, still used the key to test the iron box, and sure enough, it opened.

Inside the tin box were many bottles and jars. Fan Zhiyi casually picked up a bottle and shook it. He sensed that it contained some kind of liquid. His sixth sense told him that it was best not to open it casually, so Fan Zhiyi put it aside and planned to wait until Bing Nandong returned.

He took out all the scrolls of paper written by the original owner that he had previously ignored and examined them one by one. Sure enough, he found a few pages of paper interspersed among them, which contained a number.

Fan Zhiyi read it quickly, and it turned out to be a record of the methods the original owner had used to assassinate Bing Nandong, including the poison that Wu Bai and the others had mentioned smearing on books and ink. The original owner had even prepared those poisons himself, and the papers recorded the proportions and various names of the ingredients.

To some extent, Fan Zhiyi thought that the original owner of this body was quite a talent. He stared at the pile of bottles and jars and couldn't help but associate them with the poisons listed on them. He had only touched one, so it should be fine, right?

Despite thinking this, just in case, Fan Zhiyi quickly washed his hands before returning to continue reading. The rest was similar, including various reflections on Bing Nandong's failed assassination attempt and adjustments to the medicine prescription, etc.

Putting everything else aside, Fan Zhiyi felt that Bing Nan had suffered a lot in the winter, so why didn't he know to stay away from the original owner? If he couldn't afford to offend her, couldn't he at least avoid her? On the other hand, he also felt that the original owner was truly a person who valued perseverance.

It wasn't until Fan Zhiyi saw another page that it read: "Met at noon today on the cliff behind the bamboo forest."

Below, written in a completely different handwriting, is the word "Good".

The next line is in the original owner's handwriting again, revealing the dark, crawling thoughts and gritted teeth as the original owner wrote: "What a lucky life, this method really doesn't work."

This is a conversation between two people. What was the original owner doing at the cliff behind the bamboo forest? Was she planning to kill Bing Nandong again? And who was she planning to conspire with this time?

However, Fan Zhiyi looked at the handwriting from different angles, and it seemed somewhat familiar. Unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to recognize characters, and after struggling with the question for a long time, he couldn't make up his mind.

It couldn't possibly be correspondence with Bing Nandong, could it? Fan Zhiyi gave a self-deprecating laugh, but suddenly the smile froze on his face. What to do? He felt it was indeed quite possible.

Fan Zhiyi sighed and stretched. There wasn't much in the original owner's room that needed tidying up, so after a quick tidying up, Fan Zhiyi made lunch, took a nap, and then read and exercised after waking up.

These days it gets dark earlier, and Fan Zhiyi wasn't even that hungry when he saw the horizon being swallowed by a dark blue sky. He didn't have much of an appetite, so he pulled up a stool and sat down at the entrance of the courtyard, gazing outside. Several times, he nervously reached out to touch the barrier outside to see if it still existed.

Only after receiving a positive answer did they breathe a sigh of relief.

Like Fan Zhiyi, Xiao Hei couldn't go out either. After playing in the yard for a while, it came over and started digging at Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi went to the kitchen and got some meat for it. After eating and drinking its fill, Xiao Hei lay on Fan Zhiyi's lap, wagging its tail and taking a nap.

As the sky grew darker and darker, eventually turning into a spilled bowl of ink, Fan Zhiyi became increasingly nervous. He reached out and patted the air at the doorway, sensing that the barrier was still there, yet he remained frowning.

The barrier is still there, which at least means that Bing Nandong is alright. But why hasn't he returned yet? Could it be that the final day's competition will last all night?

Fan Zhiyi waited and waited, until he got tired and hungry. He went to the kitchen, heated up the leftover food from lunch, put it in a bowl, added rice, and sat down on a chair at the entrance of the courtyard to eat and look around.

Fan Zhiyi felt like she was turning into a statue waiting for her husband.

Pah, don't talk nonsense.

Fan Zhiyi was bored and drowsy, but he still insisted on staying at his post. Perhaps it was true that heaven rewards those who persevere, because he vaguely sensed a blurry black shadow in front of him. He excitedly stood up with a "whoosh" while holding the little black cat on his lap, causing the little black cat to turn into a long cat-like strip.

The figure opposite them drew closer and closer until they reached the doorway and removed the barrier. Fan Zhiyi just stared blankly without saying a word.

Bing Nandong glanced at his posture, frowned slightly, but spoke gently: "Why aren't you sleeping so late at night?"

"..." Fan Zhiyi held Xiao Hei completely in his arms. No, why was he so angry? So Fan Zhiyi asked curiously, "Waiting to see a ghost."

"Really? Do you need my help?"

"...Isn't this already there? It's standing right in front of me."

"..."

It was rare for Fan Zhiyi to win a verbal battle against Bing Nandong, which made him feel a little better. So he cleared his throat and asked, "How was it?" He was naturally asking about the competition and the Xue residence.

"It's just like that." Bing Nandong answered casually, but couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

Seeing his expression, Fan Zhiyi knew that Bing Nandong must have won first place, but he didn't understand what was so great about it. Who would be so happy about rushing to their death?

"Speak like a human." Fan Zhiyi had no intention of making peace with Bing Nandong so easily. After all, this man had trapped him in this house for two whole days simply because he had more magic and was more powerful than him.

Illegal imprisonment! This is outrageous! Although the intention was for his own good, it did not make Fan Zhiyi happy at all. On the contrary, it made him restless for two days.

"I won first place in the competition, and regarding the Ghost Gate incident, I presented the evidence in front of everyone after the competition. The sect leader and the other elders took it very seriously. All the participants in the competition are still at Tianyun Sect, waiting for the final investigation to be completed and the truth to come out. The Ghost Gate is not a shield they used to fulfill their selfish desires." Bing Nandong breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that everything was developing in a positive direction, which finally made him let down his guard and vigilance: "So, the people from the other sects are being guarded in the villa, so you and I don't need to worry about our safety. Besides, this matter started because of me, so no matter what happens, I will do everything in my power to protect you."

The boy's expression was exceptionally serious, so serious that it could not be ignored.

A strange feeling suddenly welled up in Fan Zhiyi's heart, a mixture of sourness and bitterness that made him very uncomfortable. No one in his entire life had ever said such a thing to him.

However, Fan Zhiyi clearly understood that in Bing Nandong's eyes, he was talking to and interacting with the original owner of the body. What Bing Nandong wanted to protect was also the original owner of the body. So Fan Zhiyi simply said "oh" and moved on from the topic.