[Have they already forgotten the encounter just now? Sigh.]
[Even though they forgot the encounter, they're still just as helpful as last time.]
[I wonder if Gugu has any way to help them.]
Qi Gu stepped forward to the side of the boat, only a few dozen centimeters from the Helpful Ghosts' fishing boat. The fishing boat was considerably taller than the speedboat; even standing straight, his head did not reach the cabin deck, so he could only speak with his head tilted back.
"How many times have you been to the Sea Lord Temple?" Qi Gu asked solemnly.
The Helpful Ghost merely thought he was curious. After some thought, he said, "We go every time we head out fishing at the end and beginning of the year. But in the past, we brothers didn't all go together. After all, there's a lot to do around the end and beginning of the year, and we're busy. Sending one or two representatives counted as a visit."
Qi Gu had intended to remind them through conversation that they were already dead and end this eternal cycle, but unexpectedly, his question had stumbled upon a new clue. The year and month of one's birth often held unusual significance in Metaphysics. For instance, demons and ghosts often wanted to use a pure yang person or an extreme yin person to accomplish something.
This undoubtedly gave Qi Gu a new angle. His gaze swept over the deathly pale faces aboard the fishing boat. In the bright light, although the fishermen's faces were pale, he could also discern clues in the black and red threads wound around them. Then he pointed to the boy standing at the very back, whose face still looked youthful. He had a broad frame and a thin build, with regular features,