We still remembered what he looked like.
That meant he had not erased our memories.
But there was another possibility. The face he showed us might not have been his true face, or perhaps the Bamboo Guest we had met was not him at all, but merely a substitute puppet. That was also possible.
After parting ways with the Bamboo Guest, we headed back the way we had come. I had no idea whether Ying Gou had returned or whether he had caught up with that gunman.
On the way back, I saw Sixth Brother again. This time, he was alone, without his two lackeys.
"Mr. Jiang, thank you. If it hadn't been for you, we wouldn't have regained our freedom." Sixth Brother bowed to me.
I looked at him. "You're a Taoist priest?"
He froze for a moment. "Why do you say that, Mr. Jiang?"
"When you left the Bamboo Guest earlier, you referred to yourself as 'this poor Taoist.' Maybe you didn't notice it yourself."
Sixth Brother looked somewhat embarrassed. "I was indeed a Taoist priest once, but that was a long time ago. Still, I belonged to the Zhengyi Sect, so there weren't too many strict rules."
I nodded slightly. "You waited here just to thank me?"
Sixth Brother pursed his lips. "That's one reason. The other is that I wanted to remind you, Mr. Jiang, not to be fooled by what he said."
"Oh? What do you mean?" I was somewhat puzzled.
"Although I can't remember what he looked like, he definitely didn't look like the person you just saw. He didn't show us his true face. You must still remember what he looked like, right? I remember too. That means he didn't tamper with this meeting in any way. There's only one possibility: what we