The scene was much like the one from a moment ago, when the Courier Ghost appeared. The only difference was that the Courier Ghost had now become a head dangling from the hand of the ancient-costumed ghost.
Gripping the Courier Ghost by the hair, he walked all the way to the office.
There was no blood at the severed neck, just a smooth, even cut.
Black-green smoke suddenly billowed from the head, and it slowly disappeared.
The courier receipts scattered around the room underwent the same change, turning to ash.
I stared at the ancient-costumed ghost, my face grim. I was wary and on guard, but I had other thoughts as well.
The ancient-costumed ghost's loyalties were unclear. I could never make sense of his actions. He was like a double agent, allied with Ye Qing on one side while helping the Ghost King on the other.
He had killed Master Xuanqing, then come to warn me.
Enemy or friend—he had no clear position at all.
I didn't know whether the ancient-costumed ghost standing before me at that very moment remembered me. The Courier Ghost had forgotten me, so logically, he should have forgotten me too.
The ancient-costumed ghost's expression was calm. He watched the courier receipts around him turn to ash before finally looking away.
"What a hassle." He scratched his head and sighed. "You really are a hassle. I said you were too slow before, and now..."
My eyelid twitched.
He still remembered me!
He didn't just know another version of me. He remembered me!
He had all his memories!
"What on earth is going on?" I asked at once, unable to hide my urgency.
Sirens sounded outside the building.
The ancient-costumed ghost lowered his hand and sighed again. "All right. I should finish my job first."
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