I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi felt that the plot suddenly resembled the infinite flow novels he had read. Could he have transmigrated into one of them, having to find various clues and go through numerous hardships before he could leave this world and enter the next?

What can he do, since he has neither brains nor physical strength? Should he leave peacefully, thus adding to the achievements of the final boss of this world?

No, why doesn't Bai Bai say anything?

Today is another day I miss Baekhyun, even though we only met yesterday (smile).

Dog system.

If this were truly an infinite flow world, Fan Zhiyi felt he could say goodbye to this beautiful world right now; Chun Chun was finished.

Having timed it perfectly, and after sitting for about three minutes, Fan Zhiyi mentally prepared himself and stood up: "Did you find anything? Do you need my help?"

The boy didn't even glance at him: "What can you do to help?"

"...to boost morale."

"Ah."

"..."

Fan Zhiyi continued to lead Xiaobao behind the boy, watching the sword the boy was carrying steadily, then shook his head and looked around, trying to figure something out.

The buildings here are all exactly the same, making it impossible to distinguish them, and you never know when you'll find yourself back at the starting point.

Following the boy around in circles, Fan Zhiyi didn't say anything more even though he was tired along the way.

He couldn't help but admire the boy's stamina, and even more so Xiao Bao, who rested with Fan Zhiyi when he rested, and never complained of being tired at other times. This child was simply too easy to take care of.

As dusk settled, the wind picked up, and the sky was replaced by a deep, inky blue.

Fan Zhiyi tightened his clothes, looked at the boy's steps in front of him, and then looked around. They had even opened every room, but there was nothing unusual.

The boy finally stopped, gazing at the rapidly shifting clouds that brought an ominous night, and turned to look at Fan Zhiyi: "Where's your injury?"

Fan Zhiyi rolled up his sleeve. Fortunately, the sleeve was quite large, so he could easily show the boy his injury: "It's alright."

"Take this and apply it." The boy tossed another porcelain bottle to Fan Zhiyi. "It's nighttime, and I don't want your blood to attract anything."

"What's so special about my blood? Why can it attract ghosts?" Fan Zhiyi tore open the bottle cap and then sprinkled the powder onto the wound.

The next second, the young man drew his sword from his back. The sword flashed and the tip of the sword touched a piece of cloth on Fan Zhiyi's robe: "Bandage it up."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Brother, I was already cold, and now you've made it even colder.

"Aren't you afraid that this powder of mine is actually something that will cause your wound to rot, and you applied it without any precautions?" The boy spoke again, with a hint of a half-smile.

Fan Zhiyi: "..." Now I'm scared.

Then, the boy chuckled dismissively: "I'm not that bored, you idiot."

I can't believe how bored you are! Are you trying to make me laugh? Isn't it a bit rude of you to scare me like this every time? Ugh! Wait till I get out of here, I'll give you a left hook, a right hook...

Of course, Fan Zhiyi only dared to have a little fun in his heart.

Tying a bandage with one hand is no easy task, and the boy avoided him like the plague, so he naturally couldn't help him and could only ask Xiao Bao to help him tie it.

Night fell completely, and everything was plunged into unknown fear.

Fan Zhiyi had no choice but to shorten the distance between himself and the boy to avoid any unpredictable events that he couldn't handle on his own.

"Da da da."

Fan Zhiyi stopped, and the voices behind him disappeared.

He took a deep breath and told himself it was all in his head.

"Da da da."

Fan Zhiyi: "..."

He kept telling himself it was all a figment of his imagination, and silently recited the core socialist values ​​several times, but the fear in his heart grew stronger and stronger. He always felt that something was following him.

Xiao Bao shook Fan Zhiyi's hand, signaling him to hurry up and catch up with the boy.

Fan Zhiyi returned his smile with a reassuring one, but only he himself knew the tremor behind that smile.

Fan Zhiyi then walked forward, each step feeling like he was walking on his own heartbeat, and he could feel the things behind him getting closer and closer.

His back began to feel cold, goosebumps rose on his arms, and the pressure from behind grew stronger, the icy breath feeling like it was spraying on the back of his neck.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't stand it anymore and took Xiao Bao a few steps to the boy's side.

The boy gave him a disgruntled look, and Fan Zhiyi smiled.

The next second, Fan Zhiyi felt a light tap on his right shoulder. The boy was to his left, and Xiao Bao wasn't tall enough, so the person who tapped him was the fourth person.

No, not people.

You can't turn around, you can't turn.

"Fan Zhiyi, come with me quickly, the one next to you is a ghost!" the person behind him lured in a boyish voice.

Fan Zhiyi felt his blood run cold. He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down, but the boy on his left did not react at all.

It is said that a person has three fires. If your name is called in the middle of the night, never turn around, or one of the fires will be extinguished, and you will see a creature that does not belong to this world.

Although Fan Zhiyi had seen it more than once, it didn't mean he wanted to be shocked three or four more times.

“Um, I’m sure something’s following me.” Fan Zhiyi finally spoke, but the boy didn’t respond.

"Brother, there really is something behind me, please help me," Fan Zhiyi said again, but there was still no response.

It's a bit strange.

As Fan Zhiyi thought this, he swallowed hard and slowly moved his head and eyes to look to his left, where he met a distorted face with features that looked like black holes.

Fan Zhiyi almost wanted to shout something for the other party. Just as he was about to grab Xiaobao and run away, he looked down and was met with the grotesque face of a child with blood and flesh flying everywhere and a grotesque, laughing expression.

Fan Zhiyi was so frightened that he made a meme-worthy expression. He threw his hand away and started running forward despite the pain in his leg, with the unmasked "tap tap tap" of his sprinting footsteps following closely behind.

The thing behind chased after him, yelling, "Fan Zhiyi! Fan Zhiyi!" The sound was like chalk dust scraping across a blackboard, threatening to tear at your eardrums. "Look back! Look back!"

"Brother Fan Zhiyi, why did you abandon me? Why?"

With the wind howling, all Fan Zhiyi could do was run for his life. He never imagined that after transmigrating, he would have no cheat codes, no system assistance, no high-end status, and would only be constantly chased by all sorts of ghosts and monsters.

Heavens above, what kind of fate is this!

Fan Zhiyi had known this road had no end for a long time, but he had no other choice but to keep running forward.

A woman's crying began to rise and fall from the roadside, surrounding him. He could even see a long-haired woman with her face covered, blocking his way.

Fan Zhiyi could only close his eyes, shout loudly, and rush forward. Fortunately, the bloody scene of being ripped out by the ghost did not occur as he had imagined.

Thinking about it carefully, they're just a little scary-looking, but otherwise, there's nothing wrong with them.

No wonder!

Fan Zhiyi couldn't console himself with this at all.

Ahhhhh, help! Do I know any magic or anything? Help!