My Master Disconnected Yet Again (Part 3)

Chapter 370: A Ghost with Dementia

Chapter 370: A Ghost with Dementia
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Five minutes later...

"I... I'm dead?" The ghost finally had enough of his own panicking and stopped to compose himself. He sat on the floor, helplessly trying to grasp the fact that he was dead.

"Speak – who exactly are you?" Lonemoon asked as he stepped forward, scanning the ghost from head to toe. "Why are you in the immortal realm? And where are Little Black and Yu Hong?"

"What?" The man's eyes widened. He looked even more shocked than before. "This... this is the immortal realm! Your immortals?" He looked around and only just then seemed to realise the thick and rich immortal Qi surrounding him. His eyes were bulging out of his skull. In disbelief, he asked, "Could it be... I rose to heaven after I died?"

His eyes brightened. He became very excited and joyful. Lonemoon did not think he was acting.

Lonemoon frowned even more deeply as he exchanged a meaningful glance with Yi Qing. What's happening? This doesn't look right.

"You don't know how you got to the immortal realm?"

The man paused. He looked at them, no longer fearful. Instead, he looked... respectful. "Didn't immortals bring me up here? I... Am I going to become a god?"

Lonemoon pursed his lips. This ghost indeed had a wild imagination.

"Then how did you generate so much grievous energy in your body?"

"Grievous energy?" He looked confused, as if he had never heard that term before. Awhile later, he cupped his fists and said, "Immortals... your lowly subordinate really has no idea what you are talking about... What's... What's wrong with me?"

He lost his memory? That can't be!

Lonemoon's expression darkened. Yi Qing, on the other hand, stepped forward and asked, "Do you still remember how you died?"

The man paused,. He scrunched up his face, like he was using all the willpower in his body to will his memories back. The remnant grievous energy in his body seemed to stir. But a moment later, he said, "I... I really don't know. Am I really dead?"

What was going on? He really was a ghost that lost his memory? But why is his body still producing grievous energy?

"What do you remember?"

The man shook his head and said in a low voice, "I only remember... I'm Song Ren, a citizen of Qing He province. I've studied extremely hard for the last ten years and was planning to go to the palace next year to take the major exams."

"You're not a cultivator!"

"What's a cultivator?" He looked confused once again.

"..." He really was a nerd.

Alright, it looked like they were not going to get anything out of him. He was clearly just a mortal who had never trained before. Yet, why was he generating so much grievous energy? And how did he break through the gates of the immortal realm?

The most important thing was, how did a ghost not even remember how he died? How were they going to find out where Yu Hong and Little Black were now?

"Sect Master, Elders..." Just a Lonemoon was thinking, Si Yu walked in and called out anxiously.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"Elder, you told me to watch the Deed-Signing Stage yesterday. There seems to be something happening over there now." She frowned, as if not knowing how to explain herself. "It's.... Elder, just come along with me and you'll understand."