"She's probably no longer an ordinary ghost now. She's probably a vengeful spirit."
Zhou Ziheng asked doubtfully, "Evil spirit?" This was somewhat beyond his normal knowledge.
Wen Wan nodded: "Some ghosts have great resentment in their hearts before they die, and they may become vengeful spirits after death. After becoming a vengeful spirit, their Yin energy will be several times that of other ghosts, but they will lose their memories of their life and be trapped in the place where they died."
"Until one day she can recall her past and completely let go of her obsession, she can go to the underworld to reincarnate."
"The past?" Jingyi murmured, then covered her head with her hands, looking painfully, "I can't remember. I get a splitting headache when I think about it, so I don't dare to think about it. I don't know how long I've been here, I just know that I'm lonely."
Wen Wan comforted her: "Everything in this world has a cause and an effect. If you can't remember it now, it's just that the time has not come yet. Don't force it too much. You will remember it one day."
"But I don't want to stay here anymore. No one can see me and I'm in so much pain." Jingyi shed two lines of blood and tears as she spoke. She looked very scary. Although Wen Wan often saw various ghosts a thousand years ago, she still couldn't help frowning when she saw her appearance.
Then he said, "I'll go back and burn some clothes for you. Stop crying. Do you know that you look really scary right now? Red clothes, a face covered in blood and tears. Aren't you scared when you see yourself?"
Unexpectedly, she actually nodded. "Yes, that's why I don't like staying in the practice room. It's full of mirrors, but there are no mirrors on the rooftop."
Zhou Ziheng, who was standing by, didn't know what he was thinking. He pondered for a long time before speaking: "Do you have any way to help her?"
Wen Wan was a little surprised when she heard his words. She couldn't help but said in a trance, "You were almost killed by her, and you still want to help her?"
"She didn't mean to hurt me, and as you said, she suffered great pain in her life, which is why she became like this. So I hope you can help her. If you need anything, just tell me and I can help." Although his tone was still cold, his words made people feel warm in their hearts.
Obviously, he had also suffered a lot since he was a child, but why was he so gentle to these ghosts? Wen Wan couldn't help but be moved by him and agreed very readily: "Okay, I'll help her."
At this time, Jingyi's face also showed joy. From the process of Wen Wan arresting her, she had already felt that Wen Wan must be very capable. If Wen Wan was willing to help her, then the day of her liberation would not be far away.
Afraid that Wen Wan was lying to her, she repeatedly confirmed, "Really? Are you really willing to help me?"
"Why would I lie to you if I'm fine? How about this, you go into my soul-gathering bell first, and I'll take you out. When there's a chance, I'll slowly help you find your lost memories." Wen Wan said as she took out the soul-gathering bell and motioned her to go in.
Jingyi followed the instructions and turned into a wisp of green smoke and entered the bell.
Wen Wan put away the bell and turned to talk to Zhou Ziheng. Looking at his handsome profile, she couldn't help but be fascinated by his high nose bridge and lips that were neither thick nor thin.
"You're drooling."
After hearing this, Wen Wan subconsciously touched the corner of her mouth with her hand, but felt nothing. Only then did she realize that she had been deceived. She reached out her hand angrily, clenched it into a fist, and punched him on the back, "You lied to me!"
As a result, as soon as he touched Zhou Ziheng's back, he gasped in pain.
Seeing his painful expression, Wen Wan remembered that this person had been hit hard on the back by her flute, and she quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot you were injured."
Zhou Ziheng stared at her for a long time, hesitating for a while before finally asking, "Are you... a disciple of the hermit master?"
Wen Wan was completely bewildered by his question, but later realized that he was asking about her true identity. She certainly couldn't say that she was a reincarnated spirit and had been dead for thousands of years, so she could only stammer and evade him, "I guess so!"
She shouldn't be lying, right? She was originally a disciple of the Jingming Sect. Now that all the major sects of mysterious arts have almost withered away, the Jingming Sect should be considered a hidden sect.
"I want to know why I always encounter ghosts. Can you tell me?" Zhou Ziheng looked at him with cold eyes, but his tone was indescribably sincere. It seemed that frequently encountering ghosts must have had a great impact on him. At least now we know that it must have affected his normal life.
"You were born on Ghost Festival, right?" Wen Wan asked directly.
Zhou Ziheng nodded, indicating that she was right.
"That's right. You were born on Ghost Festival and your horoscope is extremely weak. People with weak horoscopes are prone to encountering ghosts."
"Also, your luck is very good, but your eight characters cannot suppress your luck. If you were a person with a heavy eight characters, he would be rich and prosperous and have a smooth life, but you are not like that. You have a light eight characters and excellent luck. In the eyes of ghosts, you will shine, just like the stars in the night sky, making people want to get close to you." Wen Wan explained to him slowly.
Zhou Ziheng recalled the first time they met. The female ghost in the elevator did say that he was very shiny and that was why she wanted to get close to him, so Wen Wan was right.
"It's not a good thing for them to get close to you. Some ghosts did bad things in their past lives, so they won't be able to be human in their next life. So when they see the luck in you, they will want to kill you and take away your luck. That way, with the blessing of luck, they can be human in their next life. So it's very dangerous."
"Don't be too naive. Don't think that all ghosts are good, otherwise you will suffer a great loss. And don't agree to other ghosts possess you casually, okay? Although Jingyi has been in your body for a short time today, you will probably get sick. You should be mentally prepared in advance." Wen Wan remembered his attitude towards Jingyi just now and couldn't help but remind him.
I don’t know whether Zhou Ziheng took her words to heart, but since she said it, it’s assumed that Zhou Ziheng heard it.
Zhou Ziheng pursed his lips and asked, "So, I've been able to live this long because of those Buddhist beads?"
"Yes, judging from the appearance of that Buddhist rosary, it seems to belong to a great monk. However, the mental power on it was exhausted after protecting you last time, so it is scattered. Even if you can restore it to its original state, it can no longer protect you without the mental power." Wen Wan remembered the last time in the elevator, when Zhou Ziheng squatted on the ground to pick up the Buddhist rosary unwillingly, and hurriedly told him.
"I have given the beads to a Taoist priest I have known for many years. He said he would try to repair it, but he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to do it."
Zhou Ziheng looked at her expectantly and asked, "Is there really no way to reverse my fate?"
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