Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 549

Chapter 549: Chapter 549 Where is Mr. Ghost Hayes_1

Nathaniel Summers wanted to ask more, but the taoist priest swept his sleeves and left.

He didn’t know what he had done to upset the other, feeling utterly defeated. After traveling such a long way to this mountain, he had finally found what was said to be an expert, yet he still hadn’t found the answer.

He wanted to know why Suzanne Saunders had come back to life.

And why was she living in Purple Summers’ body?

How could he get her to return? Even if it was impossible for her to return to Suzanne Saunders’ previous body, it should at least… at least not be Purple Summers!

Purple Summers was his sister!

What he needed was a wife, not a sister!

Nathaniel’s emotions collapsed as he felt the gnawing pain of a thousand ants.

He thought he should be overjoyed at the resurrection of Suzanne Saunders, but the reality was… it caused him even more pain than her death.

As he was descending the mountain, urgent footsteps came from behind.

Nathaniel turned around, seeing a young taoist priest hurrying down the stairs and gesturing to him.

Nathaniel was skeptical, wondering if the old taoist priest had changed his mind. He had come today with a sincere desire to learn.

The young taoist priest approached with a somewhat ingratiating smile, “Mr. Summers, you shouldn’t have brought up such a matter today. It’s a great taboo; of course, the master would be angry.”

“A great taboo?” Nathaniel was puzzled.

The young priest explained, “It’s like asking a respectable businessman how to evade taxes; tell me, wouldn’t that person be angry?”

Nathaniel suddenly realized, could it be that the priest felt insulted?

The young priest continued, “If you want to inquire about a person, or a matter, it’s actually more convenient to talk to the people below.”

Nathaniel sized up the young priest, and understood clearly. It seemed that even in this serene mountain retreat, there were always those looking to profit.

He took out some money from his wallet and handed it to the young priest, “Tell me what you know.”

A deeper smile appeared on the young priest’s face; he quickly pocketed the money and said, “Resurrection from a possessed body does exist. As long as there is a suitable soul and a suitable soul artifact, it is very likely to succeed. However, such rituals gravely damage one’s moral integrity, and ordinary mages dare not attempt it lightly. Moreover, whether the ritual can succeed also depends on the right combination of time, place, and people. So… the chance of successfully bringing back the dead is exceedingly small, and the people capable of performing such a ritual can be counted on the fingers of one hand.”

After a moment of thought, Nathaniel asked, “Do you know anyone who can perform such a ritual? Can your temple master do it? I am in urgent need.”

“Mr. Summers, just as the master said, this is crooked and evil, and our taoist temple absolutely will not touch such morally damaging matters. You have truly come to the wrong place today,” the young priest reminded him, “Have you ever heard of someone called Sorcerer Hayes?”

Nathaniel furrowed his brows, “Sorcerer… Hayes?”

“Yes,” the young priest nodded, “As long as you give him money, he dares to do anything. He has quite a few sinister tricks; hence, some people also call him Mr. Ghost Hayes. If you want to know about resurrecting from a possessed body, it’s best to find him.”

“Where is he now?” asked Nathaniel.

The young priest smiled, shaking his head in silence.

After a moment’s reflection, Nathaniel took out some more money from his wallet and asked again, “Where is Mr. Ghost Hayes?”

The young priest hesitated, eyeing the money in Nathaniel’s hand, “Mr. Ghost Hayes is elusive… for ordinary people, it is indeed not easy to find him…”

He took the money, continuing, “However, I do have a way to find him.”

The young priest pointed out the way to Nathaniel and whispered a place name to him, telling him, “I don’t know the exact time, but he goes there and stays for a few days every year.”

Upon hearing this, Nathaniel frowned; the answer was far from reliable. Not to mention the place was hidden in a wasteland village and lacked a precise time, was he expected to just wait there like waiting for a rabbit?

“Why would someone in good standing hides away?” Nathaniel couldn’t help asking, “Does he have enemies?”