Transformed into a heartthrob's simp, every day is a battleground.

Chapter 155 A Defiled Faith

Yan Xun: "..."

Song Baiyuan: "..."

"Never mind, you tell me." Yan Xun looked at Mu Yuanming.

Mu Yuanming's arm was still in a cast, making him appear to have difficulty moving. He was sitting next to his assistant when he heard Yan Xun's words, and pointed to himself, "Me?"

"Didn't you remember everything?" Yan Xun asked.

Mu Yuanming did not deny it. After thinking about it, he decided to stick to the timeline.

"I didn't mean to deceive you."

He was looking at Yan Xun and Song Baiyuan when he said this.

“When I joined the group, I forgot a lot of things. Most of my childhood memories became blurry. I remember things after I was adopted.”

"And... the monsters around me."

Mu Yuanming said.

“I don’t know what it is. Anyway, it’s always been by my side. I know I’ll be considered crazy if I tell you, so I never say anything. Fortunately, it just watches me and stays by my side. It never speaks.”

"It wasn't until this car accident that I remembered that I had met you before."

“I even have many memories that shouldn’t exist.” When Mu Yuanming said this, he looked at Yan Xun again, as if to imply that he remembered content from other timelines.

Mu Yuanming then began to recount his childhood life in the Chi family and the Bodhisattva Fairy they worshipped.

Ning Xinian was hearing this for the first time and stared at Mu Yuanming in disbelief. "You mean? You were controlled by an evil god when you were a child?"

"Not an evil god, but a wandering ghost."

Mu Yuanming said.

"It's the ignorant beliefs of the countryside that have attracted these wandering ghosts..."

Mu Yuanming described the scene that day: one day, his parents told him that he was not an ordinary child, but the reincarnation of the Golden Boy under the guidance of the Fairy Bodhisattva. At the same time, they pointed out some of his family's troubles in a dream.

The parents, who were initially skeptical, became completely convinced after receiving benefits from the experience.

“I was young at the time, and the things in my dream were so real that I could even hear her voice, so I naturally believed that I was the reincarnation of the Golden Boy.”

Yan Xun guessed that people like Mu Yuanming, who have a high level of "inspiration", are easily able to hear these things and be influenced by them, which is commonly known as having a low birth chart.

After hearing Mu Yuanming's account, Song Baiyuan's expression also turned ugly.

Because he already knew who this person was.

"...Fairy Bodhi?" he asked, looking at the woman in the photo Yan Xun had taken.

"Mm." Mu Yuanming nodded.

"Wait a minute." Ning Xinian still didn't understand. "Then wasn't she possessing your body? Why would she marry your agent?"

Yan Xun glanced at Mu Yuanming, and after obtaining his consent, he began to talk about the tragedy of the Chi family.

Ning Xinian was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He felt both sympathy for his teammates and a sense of mental overload—he couldn't understand how all these strange things had happened to them. But when he thought about how he had also been brought back from the dead and that Song Baiyuan had intentionally chosen them as his teammates, Ning Xinian shut up.

"Then I met Yan Xun and Song Baiyuan," Mu Yuanming continued.

"He told me about his parents, saying that they also believed in a deity called Jiaye."

Mu Yuanming sighed as he finished speaking.

“I couldn’t bear to see them being bewitched by those wandering ghosts. I thought that Jia Ye might be a good god, so I secretly prayed in my heart that Jia Ye could help me solve these problems.”

"To prevent my family from being bewitched by the fairy Bodhi."

But what happened next was something no one could have predicted.

—The wish was fulfilled in a distorted way.

The Chi family of four did indeed escape from the fairy Pugu, but they also lost their names.

“You couldn’t accept this, so after being adopted by your current parents, you firmly believe that there are no ghosts or gods in the world, and that everything can be explained by science,” Yan Xun said.

Mu Yuanming was silent for a moment, then said, "More or less."

“I pretend not to look, but those things are right beside me.”

As Mu Yuanming spoke, his gaze fell on a certain spot... as if to tell everyone that the thing beside him was right there.

He Jinqiu sneered, unable to stand this hypocrite's pretentious act.

"Aren't you most familiar with that thing?"

Mu Yuanming looked at him.

"That's exactly it..."

"Your deceased family members?"

Mu Yuanming was stunned for a moment, then looked in that direction again, but finally remained silent.

Ning Xinian showed a touched expression, seemingly finding it very moving that Mu Yuanming's family members would stay by his side to protect him even after his death.

Yan Xun: "..."

He discovered that this person might be the silliest in the group.

Whether Mu Yuanming's desire to free his family from the control of the Fairy Bodhi led to the twisted wish and the tragedy, or whether his initial wish was for all his family members who controlled him to die, only Jia Ye and Mu Yuanming himself probably know the answer.

Are his family members around him there to protect him, or to find an opportunity to devour him completely? Yan Xun thinks it's more likely the latter.

However, Mu Yuanming was more cunning. His family members who were with him had all been controlled by him, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to catch He Jinchun off guard so easily.

“The reason why Fairy Pugu married you is probably because she resents you for having Yan Xun with you, which deprives her of her incense offerings and faith,” He Jinqiu said. “And your identity is suitable. If you can take the opportunity to possess someone, the company’s feng shui formation and your identity will make things much easier.”

Upon hearing this, Song Baiyuan realized that some of his memories from this period of time were indeed hazy.

Sometimes, he didn't even understand why he made certain decisions.

“But don’t I worship Jia Ye?” Song Baiyuan asked again. He worshipped Jia Ye according to her instructions. Logically speaking, a wandering ghost like the Fairy Bodhi should be afraid of Jia Ye. He didn’t understand why she would choose to attack me.

“Perhaps His power has weakened, or perhaps He is already dead?” Yan Xun asked.

"No." Ning Xinian suddenly spoke up.

Yan Xun looked at him.

Suddenly, three pupils appeared in Ning Xinian's eye sockets, and soon these pupils covered his entire eyeball.

Anyone with trypophobia would feel nauseous and want to vomit upon seeing this image.

'His identity was stolen.'

Yan Xun was about to ask who had stolen his identity, but in an instant, a figure appeared in his mind—

Lou Yanchuan.

Whether it was the evil practice of "striking the living stake" in He Jinqiu's family or Song Baiyuan, they all learned about the so-called "decree of Jiaye" from Lou Yanchuan.

No one doubted Lou Yanchuan's identity.

After all, everything he did seemed to be just to make people believe in Gaya and fear Gaya.

'Gaya is a god who sees through the truth and does not need these beliefs.'

'A defiled faith makes it difficult for the true God to descend.'