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When did Jiang Shui Su become a Ghost Messenger?
Even he himself could not clearly explain this matter. From the day he could see the world, he knew that his perception of it was different from that of others. Unable to speak, he could only let his body be wrapped in swaddling clothes, shifting between the bed and the arms of adults. Memories that did not belong to his current self surged forth from dreams, filling his mind with countless mysterious things, not just from the world he had traversed in his past life.
His childhood memories never aligned with the narratives told by his parents. They said that when he opened his eyes, he did not cry; instead, he stared intently at his father without looking away. His pitch-black eyes made even the usually stern family head smile, revealing crow's feet around his eyes. Yet in his own memory, after leaving the warm and comfortable womb, the first figure that appeared before him was a “person” dressed in black robes, their face obscured.
That figure stood among many colorful people, surrounded by swirling black mist. Although their face was unclear, he could distinctly feel their gaze fixed upon him like a needle. But what was a needle? At that time, he had no idea; it was simply the sudden appearance of this dark figure that held his attention captive.
It wasn't until the man at the center of the crowd suddenly smiled and others joined in laughter that the figure vanished, and the prickling sensation disappeared as well. Only then did he realize and begin to cry—not out of fear, but simply because it felt like something he should do at that moment.
Growing up is never a private affair; it is witnessed by all who pass by. He was born into a family with countless assets and members, taking each step of his life under everyone's gaze.
Even before he could express his thoughts, he knew he was different. Grateful for peers with whom he could grow up, he imitated everything that differed from his own understanding and smoothly navigated through what was called childhood. However, many things could not disappear just because of imitation; people still noticed that he was not like ordinary children.
His premature maturity and keen understanding of things led many to regard him as a "genius."
I am not.
He responded silently in his heart but did not voice it. He maintained his composure and gradually countered everything that seemed beyond his age with other means, successfully shedding the label of "genius" by the time he reached school age—he was merely a child who was slightly smarter than usual.
The deepest secret he harbored was his connection with that figure in black. That glance marked the beginning of their eternal companionship. The black-clad figure rarely appeared during the day but frequently visited him at night and in dreams, bringing stories from past lives and this life alike, all ultimately converging on one fact: he was human and also a Ghost Messenger—a truth unchangeable through multiple reincarnations. Although this life lacked memories from his previous one, they helped him recall them simply so he could regain his abilities and work sooner.
Limited by the body of a young child, when he could finally move freely and persuade his parents to let him learn martial arts, the Ghost Messengers happily piled their so-called tasks—tasks that were originally "his"—before him, completely unconcerned that this colleague was still just a little over three years old.
"You don't act like a child at all." This remark accompanied him as he grew up, and it wasn't until he became a true adult that people finally forgot it, only to say that he was no longer a child.
What difference does it make whether it is true or not? He didn't care at all; he simply used his abilities to accomplish everything required of him by the The Mortal Realm and the Underworld, leaving no room for others to criticize.
Revealing his identity as a Ghost Messenger was intentional. On that rainy night, he made sure those around him saw his unique abilities, letting them know that he could achieve more than anyone else present.
There were Ghost Messengers who wished to retain their human forms while keeping the powers of a Ghost Messenger. They sought ways to have the best of both worlds but repeatedly hit walls; all answers pointed back to the cycle he had experienced. It was impossible to preserve the powers of a Ghost Messenger while becoming a complete "human." At best, he was merely stronger than an ordinary person, but the gap between that and being a Ghost Messenger was vast.
When those few Ghost Messengers betrayed their kind and chose to remain in the human realm to pursue their desires, Shui Su understood their thoughts but couldn't guess what they would do next. He wasn't particularly interested in their affairs. After all, for a Ghost Messenger with a human body, confronting a true Ghost Messenger head-on was akin to striking a rock with an egg.
As a result, those who sought to exchange souls and exploited their own advantages ended up breaking many rules, causing chaos in both the Underworld and The Mortal Realm. He, who had the freedom to move in the human realm, became the prime candidate to deal with this mess.
The officers below were also straightforward with him, stating it was the big shots' orders, leaving him no chance to refuse. Xiao Mei, who knew everything, took it lightly and shrugged, saying they would settle the bill anyway; it was an excellent opportunity, so they might as well go for it.
Thus, while covertly "undercover" at New Life Hospital, he encountered those few Ghost Messengers. Those who had somewhat satisfied their desires for perfect bodies were not content; they wanted more.
How could an ordinary body be worthy of them as Ghost Messengers? Those individuals laughed flamboyantly, their eyes filled with unwilling desire. They wanted to take advantage of the ongoing investigations by various parties to insert their subordinates—who had already successfully obtained perfect bodies and abilities—into higher positions in this world.
Ghost Messengers might still be feared by humans, but at most they were just officers. Now that they had grasped methods for eternal life with numerous abilities, they naturally intended to utilize them well to secure better prospects for their future lives in the human realm.
So his invitation came as no surprise.
These few still feared his abilities, worried that he might discover their weaknesses in the human realm and collaborate with others and Ghost Messengers to disrupt what had already been largely established.
It was impossible to kill him; the best course of action was to invite him along. However, before discussing this, it was necessary to employ some means to remind him that he was not to be trifled with.
Shui Su scoffed at their willful ignorance, feeling that these Ghost Messengers had lost their wits after thousands of years of existence.
"On what grounds do you think I would agree to join you?" Behind the door lay a scene starkly different from what was visible outside. The old house connected to a new space, where several Ghost Messengers, now satisfied with their bodies, lounged lazily in Armchairs, grinning as they met his gaze.
His question elicited hearty laughter from them, as they felt secure in their advantage and unafraid of his refusal.
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