The First Ghost Hunter

When I was ten years old, I asked my dad, "Where did I get my name?" My father said that the day before my mother gave birth to me, she picked up a book. She flipped through it and found a page. She pointed at the one that pleased her eyes and said, "Here, my baby will be named this from now on." But then the literate people in the village looked at my name and realized it was unknown. But my mother died, and my father wanted to miss her by relying on my name, and he refused to change it no matter what. People in the village were taboo and would never call me by my name directly. Only my father would call me by her first and last name, as if to remind himself of his deceased wife. Later, my father also died. For more than ten years, no one in the village remembered my original name anymore. They called me "Ning Shi". Another hundred years later, the name "Ning Shi" was also forgotten. I left the place where I had lived for many years on a snowy day and wandered around the world ever since. Someone asked me my name. I said—— "Ning Hang." - Private ghost hunter x Special Investigation Bureau Overlord Flower, people attack and ghosts suffer. Buddhist health-preserving veteran cadre attacks white-cut black pornographic ghost (Everything will be adjusted before writing) Notes for reading: 1. 1V1 mutual love of body and mind, third person, focusing on modern supernatural literature, involving multiple cultures, and do not overestimate reality. 2. The protagonist is not a perfect character, and the author is not a party-controller. The perspective is only required by the plot, and party-controllers should be careful when entering. The main plot, with non-background panels and group portrait descriptions. 3. If you don't look or can't stand it, turn left and go out. Please give me your opinion. Intention: Take a flower bush and look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.