"Who exactly are you?" Kang Yu's face darkened as he tried to communicate with the voice in his mind.
The voice naturally belonged to Hu Jiu. He had been using Supernatural methods to remotely track and monitor Kang Yu, but he couldn't enter the Sky Pavilion and could only linger outside. As soon as Kang Yu came out, he was harassed again and interrogated for information.
Unexpectedly, no matter how much Hu Jiu tortured him, Kang Yu didn't reveal a single word.
On the surface, Kang Yu continued to walk steadily, without any sign of abnormality. But in those few short steps, he had endured a long and inhuman torture.
However, this was not due to his strong will. He did not want to keep quiet about the Time Management Bureau, which he had just come into contact with, but he could not say anything and could not even reveal the relevant information of the Administration on a conscious level.
His body wanted to react and attract No. 37's attention, but Hu Jiu held him tightly, controlling him like a puppet without revealing the slightest flaw.
"Damn it! "Kang Yu cursed inwardly. "No. 37 was just spouting off like a fairy tale, but hasn't he noticed anything amiss?"
The slight awe he had felt for the Time Management Bureau vanished completely.
Why do all these unlucky things happen to me?
Kang Yu cursed inwardly, but the next second, the oppressive chill suddenly disappeared, and his body regained its autonomy.
I turned around instinctively and met the smiling eyes of No. 37.
Seemingly seeing through his thoughts, No. 37 said, "Heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility upon this person. Don't always complain; think positively. Perhaps you are the protagonist of your destiny?"
"The protagonists in those novels all experienced some tragic events, such as losing their families and becoming orphans, and then striving to grow up and become stronger."
"You must keep your emotions in check and not go to extremes. The people who are bullying you now are just villains destined to fail."
Kang Yu a sigh of relief, remained silent for two seconds, and then slowly asked, "Did you already figure it out?"
No. 37 nodded. "If you mean that strange, supernatural Supernatural that's been bothering you, I sensed it as soon as it appeared."
"Then why didn't you take action to resolve this sooner?" Kang Yu asked, full of resentment.
"If they want to spy on us, we can also follow the trail in reverse," No. 37 said casually.
"Some people may not be that strong, but they are really troublesome. You can't kill them by hitting them, and you can't catch them by capturing them. I finally got a chance, so of course I have to try to see if I can uproot them completely."
As a senior employee of the Administration, No. 37 has experienced countless Rollbacks and restarts, and his strength is unfathomable.
The lack of intelligence caused Hu Jiu to be careless. Even though his main body was in the Deep Mirror-Image Ghost Domain of Linjiang City, and only his split consciousness was entangled with Kang Yu, he still fell into the trap.
It's hard to explain Hu Jiu's current state. He lost contact with Kang Yu without realizing it, and almost at the same time, he realized something was wrong. But when he opened his eyes, everything in front of him had changed.
He was held tightly in someone's arms; it was the embrace of a broad and warm woman.
The baby in the swaddling clothes frowned, suddenly realizing that things were not so simple.
"Wait! Who am I? Where am I?"
Just a few seconds later, Hu Jiu's consciousness became blurred, and he seemed to have turned into a real baby.
Time flies like water, and in the blink of an eye, he has grown into a quiet and reserved child.
His parents were somewhat abstract, so he could only pretend to be normal on the surface. He always felt that everything around him was strange, with a slight sense of unreality.
This feeling persisted into adulthood and remained with him.
He felt he might have a mental problem, so he registered and went to the psychiatric department.
Then, he encountered a ghost.
Hu Jiu huddled in a corner, panting heavily. Just moments ago, a series of Supernatural events had occurred in the hospital. Many people had died inexplicably, and after their deaths, they rose up again, becoming walking corpses and hunting down the living.
The hospital, meant to save lives, was transformed into a living hell in an instant.
Seeing so many people die in front of him, Hu Jiu was neither afraid nor panicked; in fact, he felt a faint sense of familiarity.
It was strange, but he didn't have time to think about it. Some evils seemed to be innate to him. He used others as shields, trampling on their lives, and managed to escape from the hospital.
However, the curse has ensnared him, and the ghost has already targeted him.
From then on, he came into contact with another side of this world and gradually learned about the existence of ghosts and Ghost Tamers.
Later, he used human lives to see through the ghost's patterns and successfully controlled it, becoming Ghost Tamer.
Later, he joined Headquarters, narrowly and desperately avoiding the risk of resurrection time and time again, handling one Supernatural event after another, and successfully surviving for three years, becoming a veteran Ghost Tamer at Headquarters.
His strength wasn't top-tier, but his consistent performance made him highly efficient at handling low- to mid-level Supernatural events. The higher-ups at Headquarters valued him, and new Ghost Tamer respected him. The darkness and tyranny that had accompanied him since birth was gradually smoothed out from within them.
If nothing unexpected happens, this is how his life will be. He might die from some Supernatural event in the future, or he might die from the Fierce Ghost Revival. There's a small chance he'll control a new Fierce Ghost, achieve a new balance, and become more and more powerful.
This day came quickly.
At first, he thought it was just a C-class incident, but once he got involved, he realized how troublesome it was.
He died.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself trapped in a silver space. There were silver mirrors all around, but strangely, they could not reflect his image. Only in the mirror directly in front of him stood a younger, sinister version of himself wearing a black trench coat.
The moment the two Hu Jius locked eyes, the older one was instantly outmatched.
Hu Jiu was not feeling well; he felt like he was on the Theseus's Ship, his personality being "modified" little by little.
The silver space is deep within his consciousness, where he has gained many memories. Each memory seems complete and real. He doesn't know where these memories came from, as if they were different life "what if" scenarios, where different choices were made and different experiences occurred at different times.
Most of the "Hu Jiu"s were ordinary, mediocre people who lived aimlessly and died without explanation.
A small number of people came into contact with the Supernatural and became Ghost Tamers, but they didn't achieve much. The one that was just eliminated was the one who fared the best.
Having lost the advantage of being reborn, he was quite ordinary.
And the most special one, "Hu Jiu," turns out to be a good person!
Damn it, the acrid smell of truth, goodness, and beauty is trying to corrupt his pure yet dark heart.
"What on earth is going on?" Hu Jiu frowned. There were no supernatural Supernatural in his body or consciousness, so how did those memories appear in his mind? There wasn't even the slightest flaw, as if... he really had experienced that kind of life.