Hunger

Perhaps there wasn't a single ghost that didn't want to truly become the person it imitated.

To take that person's place and have everything they had—their identity, appearance, and abilities—and live beneath the sunlight like a living person.

What a sweet, tempting fantasy.

Yu Shiqi thought that if "he" weren't "him"—if he hadn't inherited Yu Xing's memories—perhaps he would have been just like countless other ghosts, trying to kill the real person so he could take their identity.

Luckily, he was very clear-eyed about it.

Not only was his current intelligence insufficient to come up with such a plan, but even if he simply weighed their respective strengths, he knew he was no match for the real Yu Xing.

After all, this instance wasn't high-level enough. Even if it had created someone like him, he'd be no more than a toothpick for Yu Xing.

Yu Shiqi sat at the investigators' table, observing everyone.

Of the three candidates, the young woman seemed the calmest. Perhaps the others had been left with lingering shock after going through so many resets. The middle-aged woman had it the worst. She hadn't even seen the person at the register who looked exactly like her, yet she was already unable to sit still.

The Little Heavenly Master was a pretty warm-hearted young man. Yu Shiqi wondered if the title would become "Heavenly Master" when he was a few years older. His only shortcoming was probably his limited strength. Also, the talismans decorating the Little Heavenly Master's clothes reminded Yu Shiqi of the Luo family in his memories.

Could he be a newcomer from the Luo family?

The killer had a very faint presence. He probably had some special ability that made it impossible for others to make out his face when their gaze fell on him.