Fang Tianshi did not dare to ask further. He merely stood by the wall, watching the two of them talk and laugh. They really did look like they were dating, and the doubts in his heart gradually faded.
The two of them were probably not here to harm him.
Over the years, many ghosts he had known had been killed by those wretched Daoists.
If he were not somewhat special, he would surely have been killed as well.
He wondered whether those Daoists truly wanted to catch ghosts, or were simply using ghost-catching as a banner to cultivate the path of slaughter, Fang Tianshi thought darkly.
Half an hour later, Tang Guo and Qin Jiu walked away hand in hand.
Tang Guo looked at Fang Tianshi and said with a smile, “Fang Tianshi, good luck.”
Fang Tianshi was confused for a moment. Fang Tianshi? She was calling him Fang Tianshi. So his name was Fang Tianshi. Did she know him?
But why was his surname Fang? It reminded him of that wretched Daoist called Fang Yunchi. If he had not been lucky, he would have long been reduced to ashes by that man.
Now, whenever he heard the surname Fang, he felt uncomfortable.
Knowing that he himself was also surnamed Fang made him feel even more uneasy. But how did that woman know his name was Fang Tianshi?
Just as he was about to chase after them and ask for clarification, his mind suddenly went blank, and he froze in place.
For a brief minute, his mind was completely empty. One minute later, countless images flashed through his mind. They were his memories.
He instantly understood and crouched in the corner, seriously absorbing the memories, a trace of joy rising in his heart.
He had never had his own memories. He had asked other ghosts, and most of them still retained at least some memories from before death. He had always felt deeply disappointed about that.
About ten minutes later, Fang Tianshi was no longer as happy as he had been at first.
He remained crouched in the corner, his expression extremely complicated.
He stared in the direction Tang Guo had left. The aura around him changed in an instant. His appearance returned to what it had once been. The timid air about him vanished, replaced with a dignified presence. His features grew more upright and righteous. He no longer looked like a ghost, but rather like a Daoist.
He remembered.
His name was Fang Tianshi. From a young age, he had studied the Daoist arts of catching ghosts. He hated ghosts because his entire village had once been occupied by evil spirits. In the end, he had been the only survivor, taken away by his master.
But he also knew that ghosts who had not killed could not be harmed.
No matter whom a ghost had killed, he would intervene, without regard for karma.
At the time, he believed that ghosts should not kill, no matter what the cause and effect.
So later, when Tang Lusheng sought him out, he did not hesitate to eliminate that female ghost who had harmed people. Even after he later learned the truth of the matter, he felt no guilt.
That ghost had killed. Therefore, he was not wrong to execute her.
After that, he met Tang Guo.
He had thought this young ghost could be easily destroyed.
He had not expected that she would subdue him effortlessly. He had assumed she would directly annihilate him, scattering his soul completely.
Instead, she had merely extracted his soul from his body, sealed his memories, and given him a very special ability. No Daoist, no matter who, would be able to kill him.
At the same time, she had infused him with a layer of killing aura. No matter which Daoist saw him, they would believe that he had killed in ghost form and would not hesitate to attack him.
For more than ten years afterward, he had experienced what it was like to be a minor ghost hunted by Daoists.
Just moments ago, he had been resentful, wondering why those Daoists did not distinguish right from wrong before trying to kill him.
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Thanks for the chapters!!! Waiting for more💚💚💚