Chapter 932: Chapter 932: It’s an Accident_1 Chapter 932: Chapter 932: It’s an Accident_1 Mr. Ghost Hayes seed a bit stunned.
He scrutinized Purple Sumrs carefully; such a beautiful young girl—if he had seen her before, he should have rembered her.
As Mr. Ghost Hayes sized up Purple Sumrs, she was also sizing him up.
Strangely enough, none of the mages she t ever looked like mages.
Hunter Dalton looked like a business elite, and the Mr. Ghost Hayes before her… he just looked like a timid and crafty old man; it was hard to imagine that soone like him could master the art of resurrection.
“Oh!—” Mr. Ghost Hayes suddenly realized and recognized Purple Sumrs, “So it’s you!”
Purple Sumrs asked with a smile, “Recognize now?”
“It’s been so long since I last saw you, you’ve beco more beautiful! I almost didn’t recognize you.” Mr. Ghost Hayes said, “Back then, you were heartbroken and sought my help to resolve the peach blossom evil spirit…”
“…” The corner of Purple Sumrs’ mouth twitched slightly.
Mr. Ghost Hayes, picking up on the cues, imdiately retracted half of his sentence, and tentatively asked, “… did you co to to look at the geomancy of the store?”
Purple Sumrs still remained silent: “…”
“Did you buy talisman paper from ?”
“…”
Mr. Ghost Hayes laughed sheepishly, “I’m getting old, my mory isn’t what it used to be.”
Purple Sumrs thought that maybe she had overestimated these extraordinary people…
During the ritual, her body had been so decayed it was barely recognizable, so even if Mr. Ghost Hayes recognized what her spirit looked like, he couldn’t recognize Purple Sumrs herself.
Can’t these kinds of mages see through appearances to essence, through the body to the soul?
Can’t they?
Purple Sumrs sent the servant and bodyguard away and said to Mr. Ghost Hayes, “Thanks to your profound magic, I have co back to life. I’ve always wanted to thank you in person these past years, but never had the chance to et you.”
Mr. Ghost Hayes stood there, dumbfounded and unable to snap back to reality for a long ti.
“You… you are… are…” He hesitated, then took two steps closer to Purple Sumrs, as if suddenly understanding, and looked her up and down in amazent, “How is this possible?… The ritual failed, yet you can actually co back to life!”
Purple Sumrs didn’t know what expression she should wear.
This felt like she had gone through a major life-and-death surgery and, when she returned to thank the doctor who perford the operation, brimming with gratitude and surprise, the doctor was even more astonished than she was: wasn’t the surgery a failure?
Mr. Ghost Hayes’s face was filled with joy, he was even dancing with glee, “Ha! You really ca back to life!”
Purple Sumrs forced a smile, tugging at the corner of her mouth.
“I succeeded!” Mr. Ghost Hayes declared with pride, “This set of forbidden arts of borrowing a corpse to resurrect the soul has never been successfully perford by anyone before! And I’ve done it!”
“It’s not really a success, is it?” Purple Sumrs couldn’t help but douse his enthusiasm, “The soul artifact you prepared wasn’t used at all, was it?”
Mr. Ghost Hayes’ expression froze, and after a mont, he smiled sheepishly, “The most important thing is that you have great fortune! You weren’t destined to die! The mont I saw you, I knew you were soone blessed with deep fortune and destined for long life! You really have a good life!”
Watching Mr. Ghost Hayes spitting all over in front of her, Purple Sumrs suddenly felt that her rebirth might just have been an accident…
“Are there any wontons left?” Mr. Ghost Hayes asked.
Purple Sumrs ca back to her senses, “Ah… yes, there are.”
She then called the servant to bring over an additional bowl of wontons.
Mr. Ghost Hayes didn’t stand on ceremony, dropping his previously compliant deanor; he seed to regard himself as a benefactor, sitting across from Purple Sumrs nonchalantly, picking up his bowl and eating heartily.
Seeing this, she reckoned he probably wouldn’t think of escaping anymore.
Purple Sumrs sat quietly to the side, and seeing Mr. Ghost Hayes eating with such relish, she couldn’t help but ask, “Didn’t you have anything to eat over at Damian Howard’s place?”
“Even if there was food, I had no appetite!” Mr. Ghost Hayes set down his bowl and complained bitterly, “I told him it was a forbidden art! A forbidden art! Even if initiated, it only had a 30% chance of success; he said it didn’t matter, to try a few more tis and the odds would improve. He kept bringing those nearly dead people to , demanding I perform the ritual! How could I have an appetite?!”
Purple Sumrs’ expression shifted slightly, “And then?… Did any of your rituals succeed?”
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