I lowered my face and said, "Do you know that searching for souls is against the laws of heaven?"

The hanged man's tongue stopped trembling, and his eyes dimmed: "I just want to see if he is doing well."

"What exactly do you owe him?" I couldn't help but frown.

Because I can't see any traces of cause and effect on this person, let alone people involved in debts from his previous life.

"I owe him a life." The Hanged Ghost said in a deadpan tone: "I can be regarded as an unlucky ghost who was caught by a ghost and took a substitute, but before that, my life was not mine. I promised that I would go back, but I...

…”

Having said this, the Hanged Ghost tugged on the rope around his neck and sighed: "I was blinded by the ghost on the way, and hung myself in a daze without saying a word. I was also inexplicably imprisoned in this temple for hundreds of years, so...

…”

I was so disturbed by the sadness in the eyes of the Hanged Man that I had no choice but to grab the Hanged Man's head, hold him tightly in my arms, and sink my consciousness into the memory of his past life.

This hanged ghost was a young farmer who lived a fairly decent life during his lifetime. Although his family was not completely bare, it was not much better.

His parents died when he was young, and he grew up eating hundreds of meals and wearing hundreds of clothes. He was modest and dull, so villagers with evil behavior often took advantage of him openly.

The life this man lived in the first half of his life can simply be described as horrific.

Once he was tricked into going hunting in the mountains, and after he lost his footing and fell off a cliff (this is a cliché plot), he was taken back by a down-and-out scholar.

I couldn't help but think to myself: Could this be the reason why I owed him my life?

The hanged ghost suffered a heavy fall. Under the careful care of the scholar, he lay there for more than three months before he could walk.

For more than three months, the hanged ghost knew that this poor scholar was framed because of his outstanding talent and offended the powerful, and had to hide in the mountains to live a hard life.

The scholar also knew about the state of the hanged ghost in the village. The two of them cherished each other, as they were both fallen people in the world, and they became friends as soon as their brains got hot.

After that, the two depended on each other and supported each other. After the hanged ghost's injuries were completely healed, the scholar took his only remaining jade pendant and asked the hanged ghost to pawn it. The two agreed to become companions and go south together.

So... the hanged man took the jade pendant to pawn money and came back. Because the road was too far and it was getting dark, he was afraid that the scholar would be worried, so he chose the shortest path. It didn't matter if he walked there, he would never go back

Can go back.

I recovered from the fragments of his memory and was no longer able to complain: "That scholar must have thought that you took the money and ran away, and he must hate you to death."

The eyes of the hanged man were also full of sadness: "He is the only friend I have ever had in this world. I owe him my life. I still remember the way he looked at me before leaving. He gave me countless instructions and told me to be careful in everything."

, you must come back safely..."

"So many years have passed. No matter what the truth was back then, he is already dead. Besides, you don't have his resentment or debt, so he didn't really hate you back then." I patted the head in my arms.

He raised his head and sent a message of comfort.

"I can't pretend that nothing happened. I want him to know that he didn't misjudge the person. I didn't seek wealth, and I didn't abandon him." The hanged man said stubbornly: "You don't understand, you don't understand.

Yes, after all, he is the only friend I recognize, the brother who kowtows too much..."
Chapter completed!