Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?
Chapter 624 - 626: Just Let It All Go

Chapter 624 -626: Just Let It All Go

The entire company was engulfed in silence, with everyone’s expressions carrying a tinge of diffusion. Just moments ago, it seemed as if they had seen Sun Zhen arguing with someone, but there was a gaping hole in their memories. Fortunately, this void was being gradually filled by some substance, and the general awkwardness was dissipating,

“Sun Zhen, you’ve already been fired. Stop causing trouble at the company,” an older employee said awkwardly, as if some logic within him had jammed.

Sun Zhen felt a chill. He had just pointed out the manager’s ghostly identity, after which the other party exploded into a cloud of skin flakes before his eyes, leaving behind only a piece of human skin. This scene had been witnessed by quite a few people, causing their common sense and memories to suffer greatly.

It took nearly ten minutes for their systems to reboot and they hadn’t yet fully recovered.

But at least they were now able to converse with him, which meant this awkwardness was being suppressed by some memory.

“I’m about to leave, no need to rush me,” Sun Zhen said. He certainly didn’t want to stay—of course, he was preparing… what he was preparing for, he had forgotten, but he remembered that going back was important.

After all, that ghost was nothing more than a fragment of skin. Who knew how many more lurked in this world after one had died?

Moreover, he had discovered that revealing the ghost’s identity to others so that they could acknowledge its existence wouldn’t make them immune to the ghost’s influence, as he was.

Of course, there was another possibility: they didn’t believe in the existence of ghosts, which could be why their perceptions were twisted.

He had come to know of them through other means and had once believed in their existence—of course, when he was a child. Back then, he was young and took the tales in ancient books as the truth. As he grew up, he no longer paid much attention to these matters.

A group of employees watched Sun Zhen leave, their faces devoid of expression like malfunctioning robots. With cold sweat seeping down his back, anyone in his shoes would have been uneasy, especially Sun Zhen, who had just experienced such a terrifying event.

In a rush to leave the company, he initially thought of hailing a taxi, but considering he might encounter a ghost again, he decided to take the bus instead.

It was somewhat more comforting to be in a crowd.

The journey home went smoothly, but he was tense the entire way. Many passengers on the bus looked at him with strange gazes, and some even asked if he wanted to go to the hospital.

“I’m back, I… wait, why do I need to say that?” Sun Zhen’s mind drew a blank. He had the nagging feeling that he had forgotten something important.

“Right, I was supposed to study ancient texts back home. I remember doing it with someone… why can’t I remember who? And that person wasn’t a ghost but had special powers,” he mused.

Sun Zhen’s expression was perplexed as he sat on the couch, clutching the piece of skin left behind after the ghost had taken shape.

He remembered he was supposed to deliver it to someone, but he had forgotten upon arrival.

“Stop dawdling, it’s time to hit the road,” Qin Muye said from beside him.

At the sound of her voice, Sun Zhen looked at Qin Muye and a flood of memories he had subconsciously overlooked came rushing back: “Damn, your presence is so low that my memory nearly overlooked you completely if you hadn’t spoken up.”

At that moment, Sun Zhen realized just how inconspicuous Qin Muye really was. From the moment he had stepped out to press the elevator button, he had completely forgotten about her, retaining only some memorized details that didn’t include her.

“Yeah, everything’s packed. Let’s go,” Qin Muye said.

“Going home, returning to one’s hometown, visiting relatives—any of these phrases would work. Isn’t ‘hit the road’ not quite right…” Sun Zhen muttered somewhat sullenly.

“Then let’s head back to our hometown,” Qin Muye glanced at him and spoke.

“…” Sun Zhen ultimately said nothing and started to follow Qin Muye out with the things she had packed.

What else could he do? Argue with her about whether it was auspicious or not? No matter how auspicious, they had to consider the situation.

The two boarded the bus, Sun Zhen paid the fare, then watched dumbfounded as Qin Muye settled into a seat without paying, his eyes bulging.

“Aren’t you paying?” Sun Zhen asked.

An elderly man in front of him said displeasedly, “What kind of look is that, young man? I swiped a senior citizen’s card.”

“Ahem—my mistake, sorry about that,” Sun Zhen replied sullenly.

He then realized that with Qin Muye’s low presence, one would naturally ignore her without direct interaction.

“By the way, are you confident?” Sun Zhen whispered, sitting beside Qin Muye.

“Honestly, at this time, it’s better if you don’t talk to me. Otherwise, people might think you have a mental disorder, and if you’re sent to a psychiatric hospital, don’t blame me for not saving you,” Qin Muye retorted.

Sun Zhen looked up to see the woman sitting next to him glancing over with a scared expression.

Even though he thought he was being discreet, in reality, that was just what he thought.

“Do you believe me if I say there was someone sitting next to me?” Sun Zhen said resentfully.

“I believe, for someone my age, of course, I’d believe. But young man, if there’s a problem, don’t keep it bottled up inside. It’s best to go have it checked out,” the old lady said earnestly.

She had noticed that although the young man might have mental issues, and quite severe ones at that, he seemed to be kind-hearted, so she gently offered a word of advice.

“I understand, I get it. I’m actually on my way to a major hospital,” Sun Zhen acknowledged that arguing was pointless at this time and it wasn’t possible for Qin Muye to step forward and explain.

While Qin Muye’s explanation would certainly be effective, he guessed these people would forget about it as soon as they turned their heads.

So, it was better for him to bear the brunt instead. His reputation didn’t matter anymore.

After the ghost incident, Sun Zhen had become more philosophical about many things; a good reputation wasn’t as important as staying alive.

nobody on the bus ridiculed or belittled Sun Zhen for this matter. If you knew he had a mental illness and still deliberately provoked him, you might end up being killed without any repercussions; after all, people aren’t fools.

Instead, everyone gave him a bit more space, fearing that Sun Zhen might have an episode.

Sun Zhen then continued, “This time we’re taking the train back, which will likely take about three days. If it weren’t for your refusal to fly, we could’ve arrived in just about three hours.”

The other passengers glanced at Sun Zhen and quickly looked away, thinking he was having another episode.

Qin Muye was amazed by this, all right, the guy had decided to risk it all. But this also had its advantages, as no one would think there was anything wrong with him; they would just think he was a simple-minded lunatic.

“Oh, so we need to buy sleeper tickets, huh? Shame one identity can only buy one ticket,” Qin Muye sighed.

“Wait, what do you mean? You’re not planning to buy a ticket.” Sun Zhen’s expression froze. He could understand not paying the bus fare, but how could you take a train without a ticket?

“Even if I did buy one, do you think that would solve everything?” Qin Muye said leisurely.

At that moment, Sun Zhen also realized the dilemma. Given Qin Muye’s inconspicuousness, even if he bought a ticket, it would still be considered as though nobody existed there.

“Alright, you make sense,” Sun Zhen had to admit that was the case.

He and Qin Muye were chatting openly, and everyone thought he was talking to himself due to his mental illness, let alone what would happen later.

“How much do you know about your parents?” Qin Muye suddenly asked.

This question took Sun Zhen aback. Why suddenly ask about his parents?

“A lot, why?”

“Nothing, just wondering, is there a chance that your parents are also human ghosts?” Qin Muye said slowly.

“That’s impossible. How could they be?” Sun Zhen immediately objected to Qin Muye’s suggestion.

“It’s good that you’re confident,” Qin Muye didn’t say much more.

There were many suspicious points to consider, such as how the author of the ancient texts knew about human ghosts and how he remained unaffected, among other things.

Or, what was the situation with the very first human ghost?

Qin Muye had many thoughts but needed to see the ancient text firsthand since Sun Zhen’s account was brief and not the original text.

The original text and oral accounts differ greatly.

It’s like a story; what is recorded and what is implied in parables are not the same.

Moreover, Sun Zhen was a child when he read the ancient text, so the content might even be somewhat disjointed.

Sun Zhen was also silent. What should he do if his parents truly were human ghosts?

The possibility wasn’t out of the question, so he was indescribable at the moment, and even the joy he had felt about going home had faded, replaced by various inner conflicts.

After all, if what Qin Muye said was correct, should he confront their identities or not?

Once exposed, it would be tantamount to killing his own parents. But if he didn’t expose them, what would be the consequences?