Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 932 - Its an Accident_1

Chapter 932: Chapter 932: It’s an Accident_1

Chapter 932: Chapter 932: It’s an Accident_1

Mr. Ghost Hayes seemed a bit stunned.

He scrutinized Purple Summers carefully; such a beautiful young girl—if he had seen her before, he should have remembered her.

As Mr. Ghost Hayes sized up Purple Summers, she was also sizing him up.

Strangely enough, none of the mages she met 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 someone like him could master the art of resurrection.

“Oh!—” Mr. Ghost Hayes suddenly realized and recognized Purple Summers, “So it’s you!”

Purple Summers asked with a smile, “Recognize me now?”

“It’s been so long since I last saw you, you’ve become 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 Summers’ mouth twitched slightly.

Mr. Ghost Hayes, picking up on the cues, immediately retracted half of his sentence, and tentatively asked, “… did you come to me to look at the geomancy of the store?”

Purple Summers still remained silent: “…”

“Did you buy talisman paper from me?”

“…”

Mr. Ghost Hayes laughed sheepishly, “I’m getting old, my memory isn’t what it used to be.”

Purple Summers 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 Summers herself.

Can’t these kinds of mages see through appearances to essence, through the body to the soul?

Can’t they?

Purple Summers sent the servant and bodyguard away and said to Mr. Ghost Hayes, “Thanks to your profound magic, I have come back to life. I’ve always wanted to thank you in person these past years, but never had the chance to meet you.”

Mr. Ghost Hayes stood there, dumbfounded and unable to snap back to reality for a long time.

“You… you are… are…” He hesitated, then took two steps closer to Purple Summers, as if suddenly understanding, and looked her up and down in amazement, “How is this possible?… The ritual failed, yet you can actually come back to life!”

Purple Summers 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 performed 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 came back to life!”

Purple Summers 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 performed by anyone before! And I’ve done it!”

“It’s not really a success, is it?” Purple Summers couldn’t help but douse his enthusiasm, “The soul artifact you prepared wasn’t used at all, was it?”

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Mr. Ghost Hayes’ expression froze, and after a moment, he smiled sheepishly, “The most important thing is that you have great fortune! You weren’t destined to die! The moment I saw you, I knew you were someone 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 Summers suddenly felt that her rebirth might just have been an accident…

“Are there any wontons left?” Mr. Ghost Hayes asked.

Purple Summers came 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 demeanor; he seemed to regard himself as a benefactor, sitting across from Purple Summers nonchalantly, picking up his bowl and eating heartily.

Seeing this, she reckoned he probably wouldn’t think of escaping anymore.

Purple Summers 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 times and the odds would improve. He kept bringing those nearly dead people to me, demanding I perform the ritual! How could I have an appetite?!”

Purple Summers’ expression shifted slightly, “And then?… Did any of your rituals succeed?”