Ghost Tamer End
“You remember everything now?” Ji Fuqing’s voice was inexplicably low.
Tang Xi blinked in slight confusion. “Mm.”
He keenly sensed a subtle shift in his poop scooper’s mood—something dangerous, yet fleeting, almost as if it were just his imagination.
Ji Fuqing stood up, his voice restrained. “Do you have anything you want to say?”
He had envisioned countless possibilities of what the little shiki might say after regaining his memories.
Perhaps he would feel attached to this world and no longer wish to be bound as a mere shiki under someone else’s control. Perhaps he would push Ji Fuqing away, unwilling to be held so thoughtlessly, to be teased so easily.
But in reality, Tang Xi simply gazed at him with wide, round cat-like eyes. He clung to Ji Fuqing as always, speaking in his usual soft tone. “Are you unhappy?”
His expectations shattered, Ji Fuqing lowered his gaze to the dazed little shiki in his arms. His voice carried an unprecedented gentleness. “I’m very happy.”
Tang Xi tilted his head. [1551, the poop scooper seems a little strange.]
1551, afraid of being discovered, spoke in a guilty whisper. [Must be your imagination.]
It glanced down at the report it had just received.
It was a response from a judge overseeing this world—confirming that there were no anomalies detected.
Everything in this world was normal and within control.
But as 1551 glanced at Ji Fuqing, it couldn’t shake the feeling that this man, no matter how he looked, was anything but “within control.”
Still, with that official answer, even if it felt doubtful, it had no choice but to let it go for now.
Tang Xi let out a small “Oh.” He tugged on Ji Fuqing’s sleeve. “I want to eat meat.”
Ji Fuqing nodded, ruffling his hair. “I need to take care of something first. Wait for me to come back, then we’ll eat together, okay?”
His tone was completely that of someone coaxing a child.
Tang Xi obediently nodded. He knew Ji Fuqing was going to deal with the person lurking in the shadows—
The very same person who had attacked him on Lexian Temple.
That person had also been the one to pull him into the illusion earlier, carrying the same eerie, chilling aura.
Clearly, they were two people who had never met before, so why was he the only one being targeted?
Tang Xi combed through all of the original host’s memories but found no trace of an enemy involved in the exorcist world.
Even his stepmother and that illegitimate son had no connection to exorcists at all.
“If you can’t remember, it’s fine,” Ji Fuqing said. “We’ll catch them in the end anyway.”
There was no need to ask what he meant by “catch.” That kind of absolute confidence suited him perfectly.
He had every reason to be confident. For someone like him, “worrying about enemies” simply didn’t exist. As the absolute pinnacle of this world, killing anyone was as easy as crushing an ant.
He traced a faint shape with his fingertip, and instantly, several tiny paper figures appeared.
The little paper figures scurried around Tang Xi, sniffing him eagerly. Though they had no facial features—no noses at all—they moved like search dogs, holding hands as they traced a path in a single direction.
Tang Xi felt an itch in his paws, resisting the urge to transform back into a cat and pounce on the nimble little figures.
Following the lingering spiritual energy on his body, the paper figures happily darted toward the enemy’s hiding place.
That person believed he was concealed well enough.
But he had underestimated just how much Ji Fuqing valued his shiki.
He never imagined that a celestial master would go to such lengths for a wandering ghost.
To make spellcasting easier, he had actually hidden himself in a small wooden cabin near the old estate, using a turtle-shell array to blend the house into its surroundings.
An intricate and sophisticated technique—
But in Ji Fuqing’s eyes, it was nothing more than a child’s party trick.
The moment the paper figures arrived, the illusion would shatter, exposing him completely.
Wang Fa tried to run, but he was immediately discovered and caught.
Wang Fa’s face was almost twisted in pain, his body still carrying wounds—wounds from the severe injuries he had sustained in the illusion.
In fact, Tang Xi had misunderstood something back then. He initially thought Wang Fa was injured because Ji Fuqing had torn apart the illusion, but in reality, half of those wounds were caused by his own ghostly flames.
Just as Wang Fa was clinging to a sliver of hope, his barrier was instantly shattered.
Ji Fuqing, along with Tang Xi, blocked his path, while the small paper figures surrounded him from all sides.
In that moment, he became the trapped prey, with no way to escape.
The instant Tang Xi saw Wang Fa, he finally understood why someone had been fixated on him—a ghost.
It turned out this was the very exorcist who had come years ago to banish the original character, only to end up captured and nearly killed by it.
After escaping from Tang Xi’s grasp, that exorcist had disappeared without a trace. He never expected him to resurface in such a manner now.
It was clear he had come for revenge. Tang Xi vaguely remembered that Wang Fa had once been a normal exorcist. But now, the eerie aura surrounding him was even more sinister than that of a vengeful ghost.
This was proof that he had strayed onto a dark and forbidden path.
Exorcists who went down that path completely lost their humanity. To strengthen themselves, they killed more people than vengeful ghosts ever did.
At some point, it became impossible to tell whether they were human or ghost.
Wang Fa’s eyes were bloodshot with fury. “You are an exorcist! Why are you helping a vengeful ghost?”
His voice cracked as he roared at Ji Fuqing in despair.
Then, turning to Tang Xi, he spat out, “You injured me back then! Because of you, I can no longer exorcise ghosts. Now, I only want your life—”
Before he could finish speaking, his body burst into flames.
Ji Fuqing had merely moved a finger, releasing a trace of spiritual energy, which ignited all the malevolent forces within Wang Fa.
Being burned by Ji Fuqing’s spiritual fire meant that the pain would be imprinted onto the very soul. As long as that imprint remained, the agony would never cease.
Tang Xi could sense an overwhelming amount of resentment from Wang Fa—hatred that had been suppressed and manipulated for his own purposes.
It was through these very forces that Wang Fa crafted and sold forbidden spirit jade.
From the moment Tang Xi arrived at Changqing Academy, he had sensed it—the presence of that vengeful ghost who had nearly killed him years ago.
Wang Fa had been lying in wait ever since, seizing his opportunity when they ventured to Lexian Temple.
The school principal had merely been bait. But the trap Wang Fa had meticulously prepared never reached its full potential. It was stopped before it could even touch a single strand of the ghost’s hair.
So he waited even more cautiously, watching with his own eyes as the young man entered the old mansion and dared to open the illusion realm.
Now, consumed by unwillingness, Wang Fa writhed on the ground, screaming in agony as the spiritual flames burned through him.
Tang Xi felt no sympathy for the man who had nearly killed him. He raised his hand and released several clusters of ghostly fire.
Unlike ordinary flames, these spectral flames clashed with Ji Fuqing’s spiritual energy. Rather than being extinguished, they absorbed the energy and burned even more fiercely.
The ghostly fire shattered Wang Fa’s control over the resentment he had been suppressing.
In an instant, the resentful ghosts broke free, manifesting as several massive black masses. They twisted into human faces, swarming onto Wang Fa’s body.
Among them were children—souls obtained through sinister means. One was no larger than a fetus, yet it carried the heaviest resentment of all.
It latched onto Wang Fa’s shoulder, biting down with unwavering force. Even as the flesh rotted away, it refused to let go.
The countless vengeful ghosts who had perished due to his sinister ways suddenly descended upon him, overwhelming him in a brutal invasion of ghosts.
From Wang Fa’s agonized screams, it was clear that he wouldn’t last.
In the end, he was tortured to death by the very sins he was meant to repay.
With Wang Fa—who had been lurking in the shadows—finally dealt with, Tang Xi felt his body become more solid once again.
This time, it wasn’t the artificial solidity that Ji Fuqing had forced upon him with spiritual talismans, but a real, tangible presence. Even without Ji Fuqing, he could now move like a human.
At that moment, he finally heard 1551 send him the joyous notification of his mission’s success.
Tang Xi looked up in surprise. The man before him still wore a cold, indifferent expression, but the faintest hint of a curve touched his lips.
The mission’s criteria required the villain to completely abandon his desire to reject the world, yet Tang Xi had no idea why simply holding Ji Fuqing’s hand suddenly triggered the mission’s completion.
All he could sense was that the man was genuinely happy, so he simply grinned in response.
After dealing with Wang Fa, they traveled abroad to personally bring to justice the illegitimate son who had committed murder and fled, along with the couple who had hidden the crime.
With the original character’s lingering regrets finally resolved, the ghostly aura surrounding Tang Xi completely dissipated.
Bai Qiaosheng eventually learned the truth about Tang Xi’s identity from Ji Ziang. One day, when Ji Fuqing wasn’t around, Bai Qiaosheng sought him out.
Looking at Tang Xi with sincerity, he said, “If you want to run, I’m willing to help you.”
After all, he was the one who had originally found Tang Xi in that haunted house. He carried a deep sense of guilt because of it.
Tang Xi shook his head. It seemed many people misunderstood his situation, assuming he was a pitiful creature forcibly bound to Ji Fuqing.
Bai Qiaosheng was among them. His expression was resolute as he continued, “Don’t worry. I’m not one of those so-called orthodox exorcists. I’m not bound by their rules. If you want to leave, just say the word, and I’ll take you away right now.”
Tang Xi sighed helplessly. “I really do like being with him. I’m not being forced. In fact, our contract is an equal one.”
It was only later that he realized this. The contract Ji Fuqing had signed with him wasn’t a typical master-servant ghost-binding contract but rather an ancient, long-lost human-ghost equality pact from centuries ago.
The only reason Ji Fuqing had been able to suppress him after the contract was formed was that Tang Xi had been too weak. To protect his dignity as a young shiki, Ji Fuqing had never revealed the truth.
Most of the people who shared Bai Qiaosheng’s perspective were ordinary exorcists. However, the higher-ranking exorcists all treated Tang Xi with deep respect.
Anyone who had witnessed their interactions even once wouldn’t naively believe that their relationship was merely contractual. As a result, all sorts of rare and valuable ghost-nurturing artifacts were sent their way as if they cost nothing.
Bai Qiaosheng left empty-handed, and not long after, Ji Fuqing returned as if nothing had happened.
Normally, his poop scooper would never let him out of his sight, but he had deliberately disappeared when the original protagonist shou arrived. He was definitely hiding somewhere, eavesdropping.
Tang Xi covered his mouth and chuckled, choosing not to expose Ji Fuqing’s little jealous antics.
He continued living in this world in his ghostly form for another three years. But eventually, the treasures that nourished spirits could no longer sustain him, and his body became even weaker than a newborn soul.
A vengeful ghost could only persist in the world by clinging to resentment. Yet Tang Xi had neither resentment nor unfinished regrets. His days had been carefree and fulfilling, so it was inevitable that he would start fading away.
One day, while sitting on the sofa enjoying the scent of incense, his body weakened so much that he nearly dropped it.
Ji Fuqing steadied the incense for him, then lowered his gaze and asked, “Do you want to become human?”
His tone was casual, as if he were merely asking whether Tang Xi had eaten.
Tang Xi blinked in surprise and instinctively nodded.
After all this time consuming incense, he still felt an emptiness inside. He longed to once again experience the feeling of real food filling his mouth.
Ji Fuqing simply nodded, as if agreeing to the most trivial request.
The next day, when Tang Xi woke up, something felt… different.
He reached out and pinched his own cheek—warmth.
[1551, I’m alive!?] Tang Xi gasped.
Overjoyed, he kept squeezing the soft flesh of his face, relishing the long-forgotten sensation. Even the tip of his tail twitched excitedly.
[Do you know how long you’ve been asleep?] 1551 asked.
[A day?]
1551 let out a scoff. [A whole week!]
Tang Xi dumbly rubbed his stomach. [No wonder I’m so hungry.]
Wait. He was a ghost. Why did he feel such an intense hunger?
1551’s voice was tinged with complexity. [The villain turned you into a human.]
Tang Xi’s tail froze mid-wag and quickly switched to frantic swishing. Panic surged through him, and despite his weak body, he forced himself upright.
“Where’s Ji Fuqing!?” he blurted out, voice shaking.
His heart pounded. The ability to turn a ghost into a human—it had to come at a terrible price.
Just then, Ji Fuqing pushed the door open, catching the wobbly boy before he could collapse. His voice carried a hint of reprimand. “Why aren’t you wearing shoes? Where are you trying to run off to the moment you wake up?”
Tang Xi stared blankly at his poop scooper, who looked exactly the same as before. Then, without thinking, he threw his arms around him.
“…I’m so glad you’re okay.”
Ji Fuqing’s gaze softened.
Though he appeared unharmed, what he had done went against the very laws of this world—one could not bring the dead back to life.
Ji Fuqing had given Tang Xi almost all of his own lifespan.
He had only a century left.
For the next hundred years, they traveled the world like an ordinary couple. To avoid suspicion over their unaging appearances, they moved every few years, exploring every romantic place on Earth before finally returning to the old mansion in the mountains.
The mansion, protected by spiritual energy, remained as pristine as the day they left. No wandering ghosts had dared to take residence.
There, within its walls, they kissed. And as the golden hues of the setting sun bathed them in light, they closed their eyes together.
As Tang Xi felt himself being pulled away from this world, he sensed a gentle pinch on his cat ears.
“Little kitten,” Ji Fuqing murmured, “See you in the next world.”
Author’s Note: This world’s arc is complete!
Awww another sweet ending. And ML seems to “know” about their identity. I wonder how many arcs left… I’m not ready for this silly kitty to end his spoiled-and-pampered-by-ml journey 🥹❤️
If you like this story I recommend ‘he’s super sticky’. It’s not the exact same but the ml is the same through the quick transmigration and instantly recognized them. Readers constantly have dog food shoved down their throats.