Matt's voice, unrestrained, exclaimed in surprise.
In this high-class restaurant, his voice was like a grenade tossed into a calm lake, exploding instantly, drawing everyone's attention.
The two priests, Father Matthew and Father John, were the first to recognize Matt's voice and looked over. Their peripheral vision caught sight of Zhang Wei, who was looking at the menu not far from Matt.
"It's him!"
"It's that Great Xia ghost exorcist!"
They recognized Zhang Wei.
At the same time.
They also noticed Matt looking at Zhang Wei.
Then, before they could react, they saw Matt, with a look of surprise on his face as he looked at Zhang Wei, then excitedly rush over. He spoke to Zhang Wei with great emotion:
"The Jade Emperor? Is it you, the Jade Emperor? My God, I'm seeing the Jade Emperor in Hawaii? Am I dreaming?"
He exclaimed.
Zhang Wei: "????"
The two priests: "?????"
The other restaurant patrons: "???"
Looking at Matt's excited state, he even grabbed his own hand with one hand and made the sign of the cross over his chest with the other:
"My God, Amen, no, I shouldn't say Amen, what should I say? Long live the Jade Emperor, long live, long live forever?"
He uttered the last sentence in broken Chinese.
His actions.
Confused Zhang Wei, who asked in bewilderment:
"Sir, what are you talking about? What Jade Emperor? You must have mistaken me for someone else."
During the ghost exorcism at Wanda Mall that time, Zhang Wei had handed over the task of dispersing the crowd to Mr. Wang's son, focusing himself on finding and dealing with the ghost. He was unaware of the conversation between Matt and Mr. Wang's son, nor of what had happened.
As he spoke.
Before Matt could reply, two more voices chimed in.
"Matt, what are you doing?"
"Matt, what's wrong with you? Have you become obsessed with worshipping the Jade Emperor?"
The speakers were the two priests.
When they saw Matt engaging with Zhang Wei, their faces turned pale with fear. While others might not know who the Asian youth talking to Matt was, they certainly did. He was a Great Xia ghost exorcist whose strength was at least comparable to that of a Ghost King.
Such a high-level expert was not only a guest of honor in Great Xia but also a valuable asset in any country, a top-tier combatant. Especially after they had witnessed the youth's unpredictable and violent methods of ghost exorcism, they were terrified that Matt might say something wrong and get his head smashed.
Because of this.
As soon as they recognized Zhang Wei, they couldn't sit still and hurried over to see what was happening.
"Mr. Great Xia, we meet again. Do you remember us? You helped us solve a problem this morning at the Sind Restaurant."
"Sir, I'm so sorry, my friend has some mental issues. Please don't take it to heart. He's been very fond of Great Xia's celestial culture lately, and he thinks every Great Xia person he sees is sent by the Jade Emperor. Hahaha."
The two priests quickly tried to smooth things over, pulling Matt along:
"Matt, stop being crazy, you've mistaken him for someone else. You can't afford to offend this person. He's a Great Xia ghost exorcist..."
Father Matthew whispered into Matt's ear, recounting how Zhang Wei had helped them exorcise ghosts that morning. To ensure Matt understood Zhang Wei's power, he specifically mentioned how terrifying Zhang Wei was when he killed the werewolf, casually finishing it off.
However.
As the story unfolded.
Matt not only didn't calm down but his eyes lit up, becoming even more excited. If he had any doubt about mistaking the person before, now, after his friend's explanation, he was 100% certain that the person in front of him was the one he had seen before.
"No, I'm not mistaken. He's just very powerful. Killing a werewolf must be easy. Don't believe me? Look at the shoes he's wearing, they're the same as the ones he wore back then."
Matt pointed at Zhang Wei's sneakers.
Zhang Wei listened and looked down. He did wear these shoes consistently. However, this didn't seem like conclusive evidence. After all, unlike girls who had various high heels and canvas shoes, most boys tended to wear the same pair of shoes for a long time before changing them, rarely switching between shoes, unless they were collectors or basketball shoe enthusiasts.
Thinking this.
Zhang Wei smiled and said:
"Sir, many people wear shoes like mine. They're cheap, available everywhere. I think you must have mistaken me for someone else. I have a good memory, and I don't recall meeting you."
Matt shook his head:
"It's normal that you don't remember me. You were busy exorcising demons back then. I don't know if you remember the Wanda Mall in Shuozhou City. Did you exorcise ghosts there?"
Hmm?
Zhang Wei was slightly surprised.
Wanda Mall in Shuozhou City? He had indeed been there, and he had exorcised ghosts.
Thinking of this.
Zhang Wei suddenly understood. It seemed he was one of the people evacuated from the mall that time. He probably happened to see him exorcise the ghost. Coupled with his own anger that day, when a ghost targeted Mr. Wang, he had unleashed some powerful techniques in his rage, which likely led to him being mistaken for a celestial being.
"Sir, I did go to the Wanda Mall in Shuozhou City, but I am not the Jade Emperor."
Matt, however, shook his head again:
"I don't believe you. I've investigated. Your method is the Yellow Talisman paper magic used by Great Xia Taoist priests."
"But the amount of paper you used was too much. I also asked my friends, and they said that for a Great Xia ghost exorcist to use so many Yellow Talisman papers, they would need to prepare in advance, and it's very troublesome to perform. How could a ghost exorcist carry so much Yellow Talisman?"
"I've asked about it. It was said that a ghost had targeted an elderly gentleman from Great Xia, and it was an emergency. So, it would have been even more impossible to prepare in advance."
"Also, I asked the son of that elderly gentleman, and he said you are the Jade Emperor."
Zhang Wei: "???"
What had Mr. Wang's son told him?
As he was thinking, Matt paused his speech and looked around, finally his gaze landing on a waiter nearby:
"Waiter, come here. Tell me, what is this gentleman's surname?"
In his words.
Matt, thinking that it was inconvenient to reveal a customer's privacy in the restaurant, specifically slipped a US dollar bill and added:
"You don't need to tell me this gentleman's full name, just his surname. No, don't tell me, just nod. I'll ask you, is this gentleman's surname Zhang?"
"Yes."
The waiter replied. After all, it was just answering a surname, not a name, and someone else had said it first. He was just nodding, not revealing any major privacy, especially since they had paid him, and he had to make a living.
Immediately after.
Hearing the waiter's words, Matt's excitement became even more uncontrollable. He quickly gestured to his two priest friends:
"Fly, look, look! I told you his surname is Zhang, and the Jade Emperor's surname is also Zhang."
The two priests were stunned. They suddenly remembered that Zhang Wei's surname was indeed Zhang. That old man who called himself his father had addressed Zhang Wei that way. If their friend Matt was meeting Zhang Wei for the first time, how would he know his surname was Zhang?
Inevitably.
They recalled Matt mentioning the Jade Emperor earlier, and how he had said the Jade Emperor's name was Zhang Bainian? Surname Zhang, given name Bainian.
The two priests exchanged glances, and in each other's eyes, they saw a hint of strangeness. It turned out that their friend's mention of the Jade Emperor was indeed true. Although they weren't sure if he was the Jade Emperor, they were certain that he was the Great Xia youth in front of them.
At the same time.
Zhang Wei stood there, somewhat surprised. This priest's train of thought...
However.
Despite his surprise, Zhang Wei didn't forget to speak:
"Sir, my surname is indeed Zhang, but my name is Zhang Wei, not Zhang Bainian. If you don't believe me, ask your two friends, they also know my name... Hmm?"
But before he could finish speaking.
As if sensing something.
Zhang Wei's eyes flickered, and he suddenly looked towards the entrance, or more precisely, the corridor by the entrance.
...