The man who got slapped in the face

  "My name is Ye, and I am your supervisor!", the man who called himself Ye smiled lightly, with a hint of clear brightness flashing in the corner of his eyes.

  "Supervisor?", Ziyan furrowed her brow, narrowing her eyes.

  It is said that every exorcist has a supervisor of the opposite sex who follows them from birth to supervise their impartiality, and this kind of exorcist refers to those like Zi Tong who are born with a third eye and can ascend to heaven and descend into the earth.

  The supervisor's authority far surpasses that of the exorcist, in name it is supervision but in reality it is control. In necessary situations they have the right to execute their matched exorcist, holding the power over life and death. However, if the exorcist is not a criminal who has committed unforgivable sins, the supervisor will not lightly take their life because when heaven arranged for them to be matched, they had already tied their lives together, making them cherish each other's lives and die together.

  However, it's strange that Zi Tong knew his identity as a demon hunter after opening his heavenly eyes at the age of six, but this man had never appeared before. It seems that his recent actions to summon ghosts have attracted him.

  "Isn't it strange that I didn't show up before, but now I'm here?", Ye's mouth curved into a good-looking arc.

  The man immediately saw the doubt in Zi Tong's eyes, not because of his cleverness, but because each supervisor and their corresponding exorcist would have a spiritual connection. Realizing this, Zi Tong quickly sealed off her own mental space to prevent the supervisor from probing again.

  "I don't care why you're showing up now! I just hope you never show up again from now on!", Zi Tong gave Ye Yi a cold glance, turned around and walked away.

  Her heart has always been cold and indifferent, but facing this so-called supervisor, she can't help feeling uneasy for no reason, perhaps it's because she doesn't like the feeling of being controlled.

  Since the age of six, when her third eye opened, Zi Tong had noticed that she was different from others. However, seeing the ghosts and monsters wandering around didn't scare her at all. On the contrary, in the aura of those ghostly creatures, she sensed fear and unease, which made her realize where her abilities lay.

  Afterwards, Ziyan had a vague feeling that there was always some kind of energy following her around, inseparable from her. It was as if it were the amniotic fluid in her mother's womb that wrapped and protected her, or a warm and gentle gaze that stuck to her without being sticky. When looking at herself, she would feel a warmth, a heat that burned away all the loneliness in her heart.

  Was it at that time that this supervisor had already quietly lurked beside him?

  "You won't be following me all the time, will you?" Ziyan suddenly turned her head to look at Ye and suddenly realized a very embarrassing question.

  "Hmmph!", the night hanging young man touched his chin, and a playful glint flashed in his ink-colored eyes. "I've been following you since your birth! However, you've always been diligent with your duties, so I didn't need to appear!"

  "What does it mean?", Zi Tong raised her voice, her eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

  "Hmm, to be honest with you! For the past twenty-two years, we've been inseparable!", Ye Yang's good-looking lips slightly curled up.

  "Always together?!", Ziyan suddenly grabbed Ye's clothes, her face flushing red. "You mean, even when I'm taking a bath or going to the toilet, you'll be by my side?!"

  "Gently!", Ye lightly pushed open Ziyan's hands, with a serious face looking at her angry little face, "What do you take me for?! Who wants to see such things as going to the toilet?! Especially after someone threw sanitary napkins in my face a few years ago, I vowed never to go to the toilet again!"