Of course, the one surnamed Fang was the most annoying.
Tang Guo stood to the side holding Qin Jiu’s hand, watching Fang Tianshi’s ghost as he lowered his head in deep thought. The sunlight shifted slightly, and he quickly pressed his legs closer to the wall. His entire soul seemed glued to it.
“He has no memory?” Qin Jiu asked.
Tang Guo smiled. “If he had his memories, how could he have such a wonderful experience?”
“I thought Guoguo had already scattered his soul long ago. At the very least, in this soul form, he would have been captured by someone, perhaps even killed by Fang Yunchi.” Qin Jiu believed that such revenge would have been effortless for his ghost wife.
He had not expected this outcome.
“I always separate matters clearly. Besides, if I had simply destroyed him, they would never understand how much suffering their actions brought to so many innocent ghosts.”
Tang Guo looked at Fang Tianshi, who was still avoiding the sunlight. “Compared to annihilating them directly, I think it’s more interesting to shatter their worldview. A worldview built over many years suddenly collapsing in one day. Who could endure that?”
She smiled, yet it felt as though a chill swept through the air.
The system trembled. The host was still the same host.
Even immersed in sweet love, when it came to enemies, she would never show mercy.
“Then why did Guoguo come to see Fang Tianshi today?”
Qin Jiu had a vague guess. “Are you going to restore his memories?”
Tang Guo kissed him. “Ah Jiu, you’ve gotten smarter. You already know what I’m going to do.”
Qin Jiu felt a bit uncomfortable. Had he really been foolish before?
Tang Guo and Qin Jiu stepped out from the shade of the tree and walked toward Fang Tianshi.
At first, Fang Tianshi assumed they were just passersby and paid them no mind. He already knew that ordinary humans could not see ghosts unless under special circumstances.
But after a while, he realized they were looking at him.
Yes, looking at him.
He felt a chill of fear. His face grew uneasy as he pressed himself against the wall, standing on his toes and staring at them warily. “You can see me?”
“Yes,” Tang Guo nodded. “Are you surprised?”
Fang Tianshi hesitated before asking, “Are you ghost-catching Daoists too? Are you planning to kill me?” His posture already showed signs of preparing to flee. Over the years, he had encountered this situation so many times that it had become instinct.
Hearing that, Tang Guo burst into laughter. Fang Tianshi himself probably never imagined that as a former ghost-catching Daoist, he would one day fear ghost-catching Daoists after becoming a ghost.
“No, I’m not a ghost-catching Daoist,” Tang Guo said. “And he isn’t either. He’s a demon-catching Daoist. He doesn’t catch ghosts.”
Fang Tianshi relaxed slightly. Thinking about it, that made sense. If they were ghost-catchers, they would have already rushed at him.
He did not understand why, no matter where he went, Daoists could always sense him. They would claim he had committed too many sins and harmed too many people and insist on killing him.
He had never harmed anyone. Yet those Daoists would say he carried killing intent, something only ghosts who had killed possessed.
No matter how he tried to explain, those wretched Daoists refused to listen.
“Then why are you here?” he asked cautiously.
“Have you never seen people dating before?” Tang Guo said with a smile. “My boyfriend and I are holding hands. Of course we’re out on a date.”
Fang Tianshi found that hard to believe.
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