Chapter 854: The Psychic Master 18

He Tongyang’s brows drew together tightly, a trace of displeasure surfacing at the thought in his mind. If a ghost lost control, a psychic’s duty was clear—suppress it, or destroy it. But when it came to Tang Wan, he didn’t want to do either. The idea alone made him uncomfortable.

After a long moment, the tension in his expression gradually eased. The unease in his eyes slowly settled into something firm and resolute. He was the most powerful psychic the He family had produced in a hundred years. If he stayed by her side—watching her, guiding her—then nothing would go wrong. As long as she could fully digest those fragmented memories and stabilize herself, transforming from a ghost into a true spirit body, there would be no risk of her losing control.

Yes. As long as he remained with her, she would be fine.

Not long after, Tang Wan returned. Having just enjoyed a full table of offerings without worrying about weight or consequences, she was in an excellent mood. The moment she appeared, she noticed He Tongyang staring at her intently, his gaze unusually focused.

“Tongtong? What’s wrong?” she asked.

At her voice, his expression shifted instantly. The clarity in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a layer of confusion as he looked at her blankly. “Wanwan?” he called out, as if nothing had happened just moments ago.

Tang Wan: …

So he was still acting.

She suppressed her reaction and played along. “It’s me. What’s wrong? Does your head hurt again? Should I call someone to get a doctor?”

He Tongyang shook his head. Then, as if dropping the act halfway, his gaze cleared again, steady and composed. “I’m fine. There’s no need to call a doctor… I’ve recovered my memory.”

Tang Wan immediately widened her eyes in surprise and floated closer. “Really? You’re fully recovered?”

The distance between them suddenly shortened. He Tongyang’s ears grew warm, and he subconsciously avoided her gaze before nodding. “Mm. I’m fine.”

After a brief pause, he lifted his eyes again, this time with a more probing look. “Then… are you really the He family’s ancestor? If so, why have I never seen you before? I’ve been able to see spirits since I was a child.”

Tang Wan didn’t hesitate for even a second. “I’m not sure either. When I woke up, I was already here. I just had some memories related to the He family, so I assumed I was their ancestor.” Her tone was natural, her expression flawless—there wasn’t the slightest sign she was lying.

He Tongyang listened and nodded slowly. “Maybe… you absorbed part of the ancestor’s soul.”

“Maybe,” Tang Wan replied lightly. Then her tone softened, her gaze steady on him. “But the first person I saw after waking up was you, Tongtong. And when I saw you, I felt familiar. I liked you immediately.”

Those words landed quietly, but they stirred something unexpected.

He Tongyang’s heart skipped, and a faint, unfamiliar emotion rose within him. No matter how composed he usually was, he was still only fourteen. Being looked at like that—spoken to like that—left him slightly flustered.

“But…” he hesitated, then asked, “why did you scare me before? Those monsters I saw… were they all you?”

When he was younger, he had been afraid of ghosts. Only after learning to suppress them had that fear faded. But recently, those grotesque apparitions had been too deliberate, too targeted. If he wasn’t mistaken, they had all been her doing.

Tang Wan paused for a moment, her expression turning slightly awkward. Then she let out a light cough and said, almost defensively, “That’s because you were too cute. I just… wanted to see you cry. You’re very cute when you cry.”

He Tongyang froze.

Cute?

Him?

And wanting to make him cry just because of that?

What kind of strange preference was that?