"My face's aura?" Feng Yu asked, puzzled.
Was there something different about his face compared to ordinary people?
Old Ghost nodded, "That's right, Daoist Master, there is an aura on your face, and it's very strong. Only those who cultivate the Dao possess such an aura."
Upon hearing this, Feng Yu nodded, adopting an air of a master, and said, "You answered very well. You may leave."
Hearing this, Old Ghost quickly cupped his hands in a salute, "Then this humble one shall depart."
He was eager to leave. It was best not to provoke such a powerful Daoist master.
Even if he weren't a Daoist, he wouldn't want to provoke him.
At this critical juncture, once one killed someone and their body was tainted with blood qi, death would not be far off.
Seeing Old Ghost dissipate into a wisp of green smoke and float away, Feng Yu also let out a long sigh of relief, his doubts largely dispelled.
If his guess was correct, he had been a cultivator in his past life.
But he didn't know what level he had attained.
However, judging by the reaction, his strength should have been considerable.
Otherwise, Old Ghost wouldn't have been so terrified.
Yet, many questions remained unanswered, and Old Ghost had already become suspicious.
If he continued to ask, Old Ghost might realize he had amnesia and no real skills, and then he might make a move.
Seeing Feng Yu standing there alone, Feng Ru said, "Why are you just standing there? Let's go quickly."
Feng Yu nodded and followed Feng Ru back to his villa.
Back in the villa and in his room, Feng Yu lay directly on the bed, letting out a long sigh, and exclaimed, "I almost died twice going out at night. That was really thrilling."
Feng Yu knew in his heart that this couldn't go on.
Seeing those ghosts every night when he went out, it was false to say he wasn't scared.
He had to find a way to protect himself.
If only he had a way to deal with those ghosts.
Then, out of sight, out of mind, and he wouldn't be so afraid.
But Feng Yu thought about it and shook his head.
That wouldn't work either. Knowing that ghosts existed in this world, not seeing them would make him even more panicked.
Whether he saw them or not, he was still panicked.
What should he do?
Feng Yu drew the dagger from his waist and pondered, "Would this ordinary dagger have any effect on those ghosts?"
"Dong... dong... dong..."
Just then, there was a knock on the room door.
Seeing this, Feng Yu quickly hid the dagger under the pillow and said, "Sister, come in."
Feng Ru pushed the door open, holding a glass of water and a pill as she walked in.
Seeing Feng Yu's nervousness, Feng Ru smiled and teased, "Did you do something you regret again?"
Feng Yu shook his head and smiled, "No, Sister. Aren't you asleep yet?"
Feng Ru shook her head, handed him the water and pill, "Take the medicine quickly, and then get a good night's sleep. If you still feel unwell tomorrow, you must go to the hospital immediately."
Feng Yu nodded, took the glass of water and the pill, took a sip of water, and then swallowed the pill.
Seeing that Feng Yu had taken the medicine, Feng Ru left with peace of mind, "I have to go to work tomorrow, so I'll go back to my room to rest."
Feng Yu suddenly thought of something and asked, "Sister, can I ask you a question?"
Hearing this, Feng Ru turned back, looked at Feng Yu, and smiled, "Ask away, what do you want to ask?"
Feng Yu thought for a moment before asking, "Sister, before I lost my memory, did I have anything on me?"
As soon as he said this, a hint of nervousness flashed across Feng Ru's face, but she quickly regained her composure and smiled, "Nothing at all."
Hearing this, Feng Yu continued to press, "What about a phone? No phone either?"
Hearing this, Feng Ru was completely flustered and asked tentatively, "Have you recovered your memory?"
Feng Yu shook his head, "No, I just don't recognize any of my old friends. It's a pity."
He had wanted to ask if he had any magical artifacts or anything on him before he lost his memory.
Now he knew nothing and could see those ghosts.
Having a magical artifact would at least provide some self-defense.
Seeing that Feng Yu had not recovered his memory, Feng Ru breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Don't think too much about the past. You still have your sister."
It seemed he was lonely.
It made sense. He remembered nothing now, didn't even have a single friend he recognized. Every day, apart from going for walks, he just stayed home reading.
This was indeed quite lonely.
This made Feng Ru even more determined to send him to school.
Feng Ru smiled and comforted him, "During this time, I will use my connections to get you into university. Let the past memories drift away with the wind. Consider it a new beginning."
Feng Yu nodded and smiled, "I understand, Sister."
Feng Ru nodded, also relieved.
As long as he didn't remember, she would always be his sister.
And he would always be her brother.
After Feng Ru left, Feng Yu lay on the bed, feeling helpless.
It seemed there was no hope from his past self.
However, he heard his sister say that he used to live alone outside.
He would ask his sister another day if she knew where he used to live.
Perhaps his magical artifacts were there, and he might even recover his memory.
With that thought, Feng Yu felt sleepy.
He was truly exhausted today. He had escaped death twice, and an ordinary person would have collapsed long ago.
In the room next door.
Feng Ru walked to the bedside drawer, took out the key, opened the lock, and pulled out the drawer.
Inside, she saw a black stick, a mobile phone, and a palm-sized fish scale.
These were the items Feng Ru had taken from Feng Yu before he fell unconscious.
Looking at the items inside, Feng Ru slowly said, "What exactly did you do before?"
After half a month of living together, Feng Ru could feel that Feng Yu was no ordinary person.
If nothing else, Feng Ru had confiscated four daggers from Feng Yu in the past half month.
His sense of caution was extremely high.
He often slipped a piece of paper under the door.
These were not things an ordinary person would do, nor would an ordinary person carry a dagger with them at all times when going out.
Although he looked harmless, his mind was extremely deep.
He gave the impression of a cold-blooded killer from a movie.
But so what? No matter what he was before, he was now just her brother.
His name was Feng Yu.
Looking at these items, Feng Ru fell into thought.
Should she throw these things away?
If she threw them away, he could completely bid farewell to his past.
After a moment of internal struggle, Feng Ru ultimately decided to hide these things for now.
Perhaps these items were very important to him.
If he ever recovered his memory, she would return these items to him.
But she still hoped that he would never recover his memory.
And always be her brother.
Although this decision was somewhat selfish, she truly... didn't have much time left.
Before Feng Ru knew that Feng Yu was an orphan, she had paid to have the phone repaired and the screen replaced.