Tang Guo was very satisfied. She liked hearing sweet words. They made her happy.
She held Qin Jiu’s hand. “After I leave, don’t go searching blindly. I definitely won’t be in the Ghost Realm. If I say I’ll reincarnate, then I will reincarnate. As long as you are sincere, we will definitely meet in the next life.”
“We will. In the next life, I’ll find Guoguo first. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”
Tang Guo smiled. Ever since she awakened, no one had been able to hurt her.
Whether physically or emotionally, no one could truly make her miserable. Even if something serious happened, she would at most feel a little unhappy for a short while.
Her strongest emotional fluctuations now came from happiness. The better her mood, the stronger the fluctuation.
“Let’s go see Fang Tianshi and check how he’s doing.”
Qin Jiu was surprised. “Guoguo can find him?”
“Of course. I was the one who drew out his soul. How hard would it be to know where he is? To make sure he truly experienced what it’s like to live as a suffering ghost, I did quite a few things. For example, he doesn’t even know that any Daoist with cultivation lower than mine cannot capture him. At the same time, he has no abilities at all. Even those who raise little ghosts would think he’s useless if they encountered him.”
Tang Guo took Qin Jiu to a small town. In a corner of the town, they saw Fang Tianshi crouching there in fear.
He had just avoided a ghost-catching Daoist and was hiding in the corner, not daring to move.
It was not that he did not want to flee elsewhere. When he escaped, he had not noticed the blazing sun. He had only felt a stinging pain in his soul.
Once he reached this corner, he realized that sunlight filled the surroundings. Only this small patch was in shadow.
He feared the sun. Its light burned painfully against his soul.
He knew that even if he stood under the sun and endured it, he would not dissipate. But the pain was far from easy to bear.
He had discovered that sunlight would not destroy him only after being chased by a Daoist once. That Daoist had been fierce and did not even ask a single question before swinging his sword at him.
In the past, many Daoists had tried to capture him, but they would ask his name first and calculate whether he had done evil. Only after sensing a dark aura around him would they decide to kill him.
But in recent years, he had encountered a certain mad Daoist several times, one who killed ghosts on sight without asking about karma.
Even a weak ghost like him would be struck down with a single sword.
That Daoist was very powerful. Fang Tianshi himself did not know how he had managed to escape each time.
In any case, he was strangely fortunate. He always managed to survive the blades of those Daoists.
He disliked sunlight. It hurt too much.
He did not harm people. He did not remember who he once was, but instinctively he felt he should not harm the living.
At first, when he saw other little ghosts being captured, he did not understand what was happening. He even felt that perhaps they deserved to be caught.
But after living a life of constant escape, he gradually found those Daoists unbearably irritating.
Especially when he had done nothing wrong. He had not harmed anyone or bewitched anyone. Yet those Daoists were unreasonable, particularly that fierce one whom others called Master Fang.
The killing intent around that man was more terrifying than any ghost, yet he was called a master.
He could not understand it. Why did these Daoists refuse to reason and simply kill any ghost they saw?
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