Human hearts are wicked; in every profession, there are good and bad people.
It's impossible for everyone to be bad, just as it's impossible for everyone to be good.
Feng Yu had long seen through this.
Until he knew whether they were good or bad, he couldn't take the risk.
His immediate priority now was to find a way to deal with ghosts.
At ten-thirty, Feng Yu finished his morning run and returned to the villa.
After showering, as Feng Yu was about to read for a while, the phone suddenly rang.
Without a second thought, Feng Yu knew it was his sister calling.
After all, she was the only contact in his phone.
He answered the call, and Feng Ru on the other end asked, "How are you, still not feeling well?"
Feng Yu shook his head and smiled, "I slept for a while, I'm fine now."
Hearing that Feng Yu was alright, Feng Ru on the other end was relieved and said, "By the way, tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the seventh month. If you're free, help your sister buy some things needed for visiting the graves."
"Okay, I'll go to the funeral shop at noon," Feng Yu agreed.
He had nothing else to do now, so he might as well go and take a look.
The ghosts wouldn't come out during the day, so he didn't need to worry about them.
"Do you know what to buy?" Feng Ru asked from the other end of the line.
Feng Yu hummed, "I know."
While he was idle inside, he had been studying books on gods and ghosts.
He knew what was needed for visiting graves.
Seeing that Feng Yu knew, Feng Ru hummed and said, "Alright, then you go buy them. I'll send you the money first, you can collect it."
Feng Yu replied, "Okay."
After a few more instructions, Feng Ru hung up the phone.
After lunch, Feng Yu took a taxi to the nearest funeral shop.
Getting out of the car, Feng Yu looked up at the various items inside, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.
Feng Yu walked in, and an aged voice came from the side.
"Young man, what do you need?"
Feng Yu followed the direction of the voice.
He saw a thin old man, around sixty years old, looking at him.
The old man also sized up Feng Yu. Upon seeing Feng Yu's face, he frowned slightly and smiled, "So, a fellow practitioner. Nice to meet you, nice to meet you."
A fellow practitioner?
Feng Yu was a little confused, then he realized and, like in the movies, cupped his hands in a greeting, "I am Feng Yu."
The old man, seeing this, also cupped his fists and said, "My name is Zhang Hua. I have no sect or school; I learned some magic by chance in my youth."
Hearing this, Feng Yu speculated.
It seemed that cultivators were also divided into sects.
He just didn't know if he was a rogue cultivator or had joined a sect before.
Zhang Hua looked at the strong Taoist aura on Feng Yu's face and asked, "May I ask, fellow Daoist, which sect do you belong to?"
"I..." Feng Yu hesitated.
He had no memory of his past and didn't know what sects existed among cultivators. If he made up a name, he would surely be exposed.
What should he do?
Did he have to tell him that he had amnesia?
No.
That would be too risky.
He didn't know if this old man was good or bad. If this old man was a ruthless person, he would truly be in trouble today.
But this was also a rare opportunity. This old man must know how to deal with ghosts.
And this was exactly what he needed right now.
Even getting one method to deal with ghosts would be of great help to him now.
If he missed this opportunity, he didn't know when he would be able to find a way to deal with ghosts again.
But the risk was too great.
He might lose his life here.
Seeing Feng Yu's prolonged silence, Zhang Hua sensed that he seemed to have some hidden reasons and smiled, "If fellow Daoist is unwilling to say, it's fine. I was too presumptuous."
I'll take the gamble.
Betting it all, turning a bicycle into a motorcycle.
Besides, this old man was sixty or seventy years old, his legs and feet must be inconvenient.
He had a dagger at his waist. If the old man made any suspicious moves, he would draw his sword and stab.
Could a twenty-year-old young man like himself not defeat an old man?
Feng Yu shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist is joking. It's not that I'm unwilling to say, but I truly don't know."
Hearing this, Zhang Hua was a little confused, "What does fellow Daoist mean?"
Feng Yu replied truthfully, "Fellow Daoist, to be honest, I have amnesia. I've forgotten everything from my past."
After speaking, Feng Yu watched Zhang Hua's every move, his hand already reaching for the dagger at his waist.
As soon as the old man made a move, he would immediately flee. If he couldn't escape, he would draw his dagger and fight him to the death.
The other party was a cultivator, and he was now just a cultivator with amnesia.
He didn't know any magic and couldn't fight at all.
If he could escape, he would escape. If he couldn't escape, he would fight to the death.
He would take the old man with him before he died.
Zhang Hua did not speak but looked at Feng Yu in thought.
It seemed he was trying to discern if what the other party said was true.
But looking at Feng Yu's nervous expression and the way he kept his hand near his waist, it didn't seem like a lie.
Otherwise, with his strength, he wouldn't be afraid of him.
After all, he couldn't even see through the aura on his face.
Dealing with him would be as easy as picking up a stone for such a powerful person, and killing him would be as simple as drinking water.
It seemed he had truly lost his memory.
However, the habits developed from a long time of traveling the martial world remained; even with amnesia, he was still so vigilant.
"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to be nervous. Although I am a cultivator, I have only learned some simple magic."
Zhang Hua understood.
Since the other party was so vigilant, he had to let him know first that he meant no harm.
Hearing this, Feng Yu did not relax his guard and smiled, "I'm sorry, I was being overly cautious."
Zhang Hua shook his head and said, "No, if one isn't vigilant enough when traveling the martial world, they won't even know how they died. Why don't we sit down and talk first?"
Seeing that Zhang Hua seemed to have no ill intentions, Feng Yu nodded and followed him to a nearby table.
However, he maintained his vigilance.
Arriving at the table, Feng Yu chose a seat closest to the shop entrance, resting one hand on his thigh, ready to draw his dagger at any moment.
Zhang Hua, having lived most of his life, naturally understood Feng Yu's little trick but said nothing. Instead, he got up to get some tea to make.
Looking at the funeral items in the shop, Feng Yu was filled with curiosity and a strange feeling.
Compared to staying at home, he felt more comfortable here.
Feng Yu then looked at Zhang Hua, who was making tea nearby, observing his every move.
He found that Zhang Hua wasn't tampering with the teacups, which put him at ease.
Zhang Hua brought over two cups of tea and placed them on the table, seemingly letting Feng Yu choose.
Feng Yu understood Zhang Hua's intention.
This was his way of telling Feng Yu that he hadn't tampered with the teacups.
Feng Yu casually picked up one cup and placed it in front of himself. Zhang Hua then picked up the other cup.