No one notified me in advance. Everyone in the end times is crazy.

Chapter 561 Reencounter with an Old Friend

"Arui? Arui!" Yuwen Baiyuan asked the others anxiously, "Have you seen Arui?"

Qiao Xinyue: "Isn't the captain always at the front?"

Fan Qing: "I can confirm that the captain didn't come to the back."

Zhao Ritian: "Not a buddy? How could a perfectly healthy person right next to you disappear?"

Yuwen Baiyuan clicked his tongue and was about to charge out like a wild horse when Zhao Ritian reacted quickly, pounced over and pinned Yuwen Baiyuan to the ground, restricting all his movements.

"Calm down. I know you're worried about Rui, but look at the surroundings. It's all white, just bare tree branches and snow. There are no other traces on the ground except for our footprints. It's getting dark. If you blindly search, you might die in the night if you don't find Rui. We're all here, let's think of something first."

After Zhao Ritian finished speaking, he pulled Yuwen Baiyuan up from the ground, brushed the snow off him, and asked with concern, "Are you calm now?"

"Ah."

Fan Qing and her ghost spirit were probing Wang Rui's presence. She was certain that Wang Rui was nearby, but strangely, she couldn't see him at all.

Zhao Ritian: "I can sense their presence but can't see them. Are we trapped in a ghost wall? Or have we accidentally wandered into a ghost realm?"

Qiao Xinyue: "Don't you guys find it strange? Why is only the captain trapped? If it really is the work of ghosts and monsters, wouldn't it be more worthwhile to capture us all?"

Zhao Ritian: "This...could it be man-made?"

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The soft crunching sound of his feet on the snow gradually subsided, and Wang Rui knew without turning around that he had become separated from his companions.

He stopped and looked around; behind him were only his own footprints.

Have I wandered into a ghost realm?

Wang Rui's casual remark drew a vague response: "No."

Startled, Wang Rui hurriedly summoned Alice, drew his twin swords from his waist, assumed a defensive stance, and cautiously looked towards the source of the sound.

The Ghost Master can empathize with ghosts and spirits. He could clearly sense that Alice was afraid and even had thoughts of running away.

A figure could be vaguely seen approaching amidst the falling snow.

The person, or more accurately, the ghost, had no indentations in the snow when his feet touched it.

Not a single snowflake could be found on his black knee-high boots, and above them, a skirt-like hem covered his legs, with a jade pendant hanging at his waist, radiating a warm glow.

The warm yellow round-necked robe was embroidered with delicate silver dandelions, and the originally wide cuffs were secured with sleeve ties, giving it a very capable look.

There was a clear stitch mark around his neck, and his loose hair was about the same length as the stitch line, indicating that it was cut off along with his head when he was beheaded in his previous life.

She has a round face with a pointed chin and some baby fat on her cheeks. Her face is clean and she looks to be only about 1.5 meters tall.

The most eye-catching thing was the headband he wore on his forehead, which was tattered and completely out of place with his clothes. The character "Fan" could still be faintly seen on it, embroidered in gold thread.

This ghost gave Wang Rui a feeling different from all the ghosts and monsters he had ever seen in his life. Its aura was so strong that it made it hard for him to breathe.

Those eyes were fixed on Wang Rui, and the two remained locked in a stalemate.

Suddenly, he spoke, his tone indistinct, like a child just learning to speak.

"Mr. Phantom Butterfly?"

Wang Rui was taken aback, then quickly responded: "You know me?"

"Yes, yes! My name is Fan, and I'm Mr. Yu's servant. Mr. Yu loves listening to you sing. He says there's always a sense of helplessness in your songs that really resonates with him. I wonder if you could sing for Mr. Yu again?"

Fan rambled on and on to himself, speaking quickly and unclearly, making it impossible to understand what he was saying.

The name "Mr. Yu" was the only one that was exceptionally clear. Whenever Mr. Yu was mentioned, his eyes would always sparkle, and the menacing aura around him would diminish considerably.

"Mr. Yu?" Wang Rui muttered, trying to recall if he knew such a person. "Who is he? What's his full name?"

"Chen Yiluo said he was reincarnated and doesn't recognize me anymore. He has a new name and a new life. Only if I behave well, don't hurt anyone, and learn to speak and write will Mr. Yu be willing to see me when he's in a better mood. Mr. Yu..."

When Mr. Yu was mentioned, Fan opened up completely, but not a single sentence was of any importance.

Wang Rui interrupted him apologetically: "I was just asking for a name, you don't need to say so much."

"Oh, sorry. Chen Yiluo said that Luo Shiyu said his name is Yu Jiajia."

"Luo Shiyu? Yu Jiajia?"

Fan nodded happily; it was the first time he had ever communicated with a human in such a normal way.

Upon hearing the familiar name, Wang Rui instantly felt relieved. He sheathed his sword, summoned Alice, and stretched his nearly frozen body.

Fan couldn't feel the temperature and didn't understand the meaning behind Wang Rui's actions, but still followed suit and jumped around a bit.

Wang Rui found it unbelievable: "You're cold too?"

What is cold?

"It's okay. Do you know how to get out of here? It's getting dark, and if I don't meet up with my friends soon, I'll probably freeze to death here."

Fan's eyes held a complex mix of curiosity as he asked, "You're trapped here too? You're not dead?"

"What are you talking about? Of course I'm alive."

"But I... can't feel your Yang Soul. It's only half there. Your Yang Soul is gone."

"Yang Soul?"

Fan didn't respond to Wang Rui's words, and continued, "Only ghosts would be trapped here. There's something that attracts ghosts, and it smells very good. I thought it was some kind of treasure and wanted to find it to give to Mr. Yu, but I got trapped here. No matter which way I go, I always end up back where I started. I heard Chen Yiluo say that humans set traps and use rules to control ghosts, making them devour each other until only the strongest one remains. In human terms, it's called raising Gu."

How can a living person like you not be able to get out of a place that only traps ghosts? That's strange. Are you really not dead? Or were you misjudged by the rules because you don't have a living soul?

"It would be great if I could ask Chen Yiluo; he knows more."

Fan spoke unclearly and rattled off a whole bunch of things at once, leaving Wang Rui to try and guess what he was saying.

"So, you don't know how to get out of here either?"

"I don't know how to leave, but I can force my way out."

"Then why don't you leave?"

Fan shook his head and said, "No, releasing my abilities will make me look ugly. I can't let Mr. Yu see it, or it will frighten him. Besides, I haven't shown my new clothes to Mr. Yu yet, so I can't ruin them here."

Mr. Yu, it's always Mr. Yu. He can't stop talking about Mr. Yu.

Wang Rui felt a strange sense of sympathy for him, but sympathy aside, he still needed to use him.

"How about this, you take me away from here, and I'll let you talk to Yu Jiajia, okay?"

"Yu Jiajia? Mr. Yu!" Fan's face lit up with a childlike smile, and he quickly replied, "Okay!"

"Good boy."