Throughout his journey, Jiang Chen had been caught in an enormous mystery. The further he traveled down the path of exorcism, the more he felt a sense of familiarity. Those terrifying, savage monsters and psychologically twisted freaks that ordinary people feared were, in his eyes, merely pitiful people worth redeeming.
He was certain that his eighteen years of schooling could not have cultivated such a calm, resolute, powerful mind.
There was only one answer: he had lost a part of his past.
And so Jiang Chen's original goals of avenging his parents and staying alive had shifted to recovering his lost self. He kept exorcising ghosts, fighting the evil, powerful Ghost Masters of the Sin Immortal Organization, and enduring countless dangers and hardships.
Only moments ago, when he heard "his own shadow" opposite him say those words, his mind had buzzed, as though he had finally grasped something.
Immense pain struck him. Countless fragments of chaotic information flooded his mind, as though the whole world were suppressing him, refusing to let him remember. Jiang Chen clutched his head and rolled to the ground in agony, struggling wildly.
The other "him" watched from across from him, excitement and worry showing on his face. "You're finally reacting. But, brother, you have to succeed this time! There's no time left. If you live another lifetime, a thousand years will have passed outside, and it'll be too late for everything."
Countless fragments of memory flashed past.
Jiang Chen began babbling. "Wenwen! No, don't leave me!... Ghost Auntie, your head fell off. Pick it up... So your name is Zhang Chunyu. What a beautiful name..."
"Even if your face is disfigured, I still love you to my very bones. I'll prove it any way you want... No. 02, No. 02, go, go get my... burial