Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Like a hurricane, time came and went.

The sun went down, the night rose and fell, the sun up.

Today was a brand new day.

Haru drove the Grandmaster to the airport, leaving the group to themselves.

Yes...

They also knew it was them for them to grow individually and not tag behind the Grandmaster for every little thing.

Some elders stayed in the academy, while others moved about searching for new enemies and missions to note.

Today, Bewoh had plans to meet up with M.S.S officers in the station.

(M.S.S was like F.B.I)

Sometimes, Bewoh felt it was a century since his eyes became open to the many truths around him.

During this time, he has been working hard, completing several small missions thanks to their new networking.

Would you believe it if he said most of their missions came from opening that roadside booth?

People would typically come over to mock them or stand in line for fun, not knowing they truly had issues hovering around them.

And when Bewoh and the rest received certain aspects or problems these people were facing, their faces would turn pale and their mouths open in horror.

"How did you know?"

That was always their first response.

Of course sometimes seeing was believing. So what did they do?

They gave simple talismans at discounted prices, asking these people to test them out during their difficult times.

Some placed the talismans in their sickly grandmother's head, others were one day saved miraculously, and so on.

In the end, the feedback was spectacular, with people becoming true fans. They now believed but dared not tell others in case they got locked up in an asylum.

Some people had seen creatures with their very eyes after Bewoh visited them.

And till now, they still come every week to find out if any move they were about to make was correct.

"Master, my sister is about to come for a visit this weekend. Can you know if her coming now is the right time?"

"Master, I crossed the street, and a black act appeared. Is this a sign of bad luck?"

"Master, are you sure no other ghosts are following me?"

"Master, please look at my picture. Is the baby my wife carrying mine?"

"Master, help. I choked on water last night. Will I be okay? Is this an ominous matter?"

"Master, can my hair ever grow again? What? You have a special hair-growth ointment that can make my hair grow back luscious and remain the same for 10 years max? Awesome! I'll take it, master!"

"Master."

"Master."

"Master."

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Bewoh can't recall how many people had rushed back after escaping some unfortunate fate thanks to the talismans.

And because of the visits he did, he was able to increase his kill count spontaneously.

Likewise, he also mastered the many skills, spells, and other aspects needed to upgrade his rank.

And like so, he moved from a Grade 9 H-rank exorcist to a Grade 6 H-rank exorcist.

Again, his strength had also grown tremendously, reaching the late stage of the 4th Dan!

If anyone in any other world saw how fast he and the elders were growing, they would boil in envy. The academy grounds were indeed a holy land too surplus with pure, heavenly qi.

But even though his strength had grown, Bewoh knew the real monster was his Grandmaster.

Before the academy started, the Grandmaster was at the 6th Dan. So after all this time, can anyone truly guess how strong the Grandmaster has grown?

Bewoh had a hunch he was no longer within the True Qu Realm.

For sure, the Grandmasters should be in the 2nd Dao, the Spirit Realm.

As for what Dan he should be in, only if the Grandmaster revealed it would they know.

F***!

The Grandmaster was always 1... No... 10 steps ahead of them.

Such a talent was monstrous. But Bewoh wasn't jealous. That was his master. His Grandmaster... A person not on their level and should never be used in comparison with them.

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All in all, Bewoh and the many elders had been accustomed to doing their own things over these past few weeks.

As for running the roadside stall, every elder would take on the task in rotation.

Today might be Haru's day, tomorrow elder Mia's day, and so on.

Customers could also contact them on the academy's WeChat account too.

This way, if it rains hard or snows in ten upcoming seasons, they could meet people irrespective of where they were outdoors or not.

In total, there were 16 Academy elders, excluding the Grandmaster and the guardian Pandrol.

These 16 would have to operate the roadside stall. So everyone only managed it twice a month.

"Master Bewoh!"

A voice energetically called out, seeing Bewoh appear at the station.

The uniformed man had a look of awe and respect.

Bewoh recognized him to be one of the M.S.S agents present during the time the Grandmaster opened the mirror world.

Yes... It happened in this station, blowing the minds of the few who brought in the 'dead bodies' of elders Endo and Mia.

Everyone thought they were dead, only to realize their real bodies were trapped in the mirror world.

Stranger things for sure were happening there.

Such a thing left Payne hugging his wife to sleep tirelessly.

Officer Payne had a bitter smile thinking of those days.

His dear wife thought he was being overly romantic by holding her so tight and giving her little sleeping space during that time.

But little did she know he was holding her from fear of the dark.

Of course he loved her. But what does love have to do with fear?

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During those times, Payne pushed his bed to the wall and slept behind his wife, using her as a shield.

Yup.

He wasn't ashamed to say it proudly.

No one had the right to judge him because he truly went through hell with his imagination and his fear scarring the living daylight out of him.

Now, because of that matter, he was afraid of mirrors.

It was the reason why he covered his bathroom mirror with a towel when showering.

His wife thought he did so to prevent the mirror from fogging up. But only he knew the truth.

He, Assistant Deputy Director Payne, was afraid of not just his mirror but his own shadow!