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"Name."

"Yang Feiyun".

"gender."

"Ok?"

Yang Feiyun glanced down at his clothes, then asked the man in charge of taking notes, "Brother, can't you tell?"

The other person simply repeated the question: "Gender."

"male."

"Have you ever studied Taoist arts before? What level are you at? Do you have any notable achievements in your life?"

"I used to..." Yang Feiyun cleared his throat, just about to begin.

"Wait, can you write?" the other person asked again.

"meeting."

"Hey, go fill out the form over there." A form was slapped in front of Yang Feiyun.

Yang Feiyun picked up the watch and glanced at it briefly. He found dozens of questions written on it, ranging from his proficient spells and past adventures to his most skilled techniques and the proudest things he had ever done. No detail was left unasked.

If it were just this kind of problem, he wouldn't be nervous at all.

Even your own "secrets" don't matter; they just want to probe your bottom line. As long as you don't take it seriously, they can't do anything to you.

But as he wrote, he found these problems to be increasingly inexplicable.

For example, questions like, "If an elderly person falls down in front of you, do you choose to help them up or pretend you don't see them and walk away?" left Yang Feiyun completely baffled.

Multiple choice questions require you to select an answer.

The questions gradually lost their connection to Taoist arts and became all kinds of multiple-choice questions. Yang Feiyun keenly sensed that something was wrong. These questions were essentially trying to determine what kind of person he was.

He made his choice after careful consideration and believed he had answered the question almost perfectly.

Turning to look to the side, I saw Zhao Xiaofang scratching her head, deep in thought; she also wanted to make a form.

In Yang Feiyun's view, Zhao Xiaofang has a good foundation, but unfortunately she is too old and her calcaneus has closed, so even if she wanted to learn Taoist arts, she would no longer have the opportunity.

As if sensing his gaze, Zhao Xiaofang turned her head and chuckled, then began to ponder again.

"Brother, I've filled out the form." Yang Feiyun took the form and walked back.

The other person didn't take the form Yang Feiyun offered, but instead waved him away, indicating that he should walk to the other side: "Give the form over there."

"it is good."

When Yang Feiyun walked over and handed over the form, the other person didn't even look at his choice carefully. Instead, he took a piece of paper, compared it with the form, scribbled and drew, and then gave it a high score of 100.

It turned out to be the case.

Yang Feiyun remained expressionless, but a slight smile played at the corners of his lips; everything was pretty much as he had guessed.

"100 points." The man giving the score looked up and carefully examined Yang Feiyun.

Zhao Xiaofang, who was standing next to her, exclaimed "Wow!" and then said with a bitter face, "I only got 20 points, Master Yang, how did you choose?"

She made the best choice she could think of, but the score was disappointing.

"Take him to see Boss Tan!"

Immediately, someone came over and gestured to Yang Feiyun, saying, "Sir, please come with me."

"Does that mean the higher the score you choose, the more problematic it is?" Yang Feiyun asked the guide.

"No, the higher the score, the more it shows you are a selfless and dedicated good person." The man said with a strange expression, "An ordinary person with a score of ten or so means that they are a good person who abides by morality and order, and a score of twenty or so means that they are a very polite good person."

"Was your score high?"

“Not high, only 11 points,” the man said. “But our boss also said that if someone scores more than 80 points, it means he may have mental problems. If he scores more than 90 points, it means he is likely a killer who is good at disguising himself. If he scores 100 points, he is an out-and-out psychopathic killer. If we encounter such a person, we will definitely control him immediately.”

Yang Feiyun: "..."

He said that he was too clever for his own good, because he could guess what they were trying to test behind each question, and thus played right into their hands.

He became even more interested in "Boss Tan," a highly respected "senior" in the supernatural world whom he had never met. Although they had never met, he felt that they had already fought each other, and that the other party's skills were no less than his own.

"If that's the case, shouldn't you lock me up? Why did you take me to see Boss Tan? Aren't you afraid I'll disrespect him?"

The man said with admiration, "Within a radius of a hundred miles, the best kung fu, the most accurate marksman, and the strongest man is Boss Tan. He can take on a hundred men single-handedly and doesn't even consider your small frame a threat."

Yang Feiyun: "..."

After all that, it turns out he thought he was very strong, so he didn't care.

“But you don’t need to worry too much,” the man added. “Our boss also said that there are bound to be good people in this world who want to selflessly dedicate themselves.”

"Since he is a selfless and kind person, why invite him in this way? Aren't you afraid of hurting his feelings?"

"Haha, our boss Tan said that if there really is a pure good person who scores 100 points, then we should bring him over to see for himself. If he likes selfless dedication so much, he must like doing things that harm himself to benefit others. He just likes good people."

Yang Feiyun: "..."

As they spoke, the two arrived at a heavily guarded area on the magic mountain. They entered a small courtyard, and after passing the wall inscribed with "Taishan Stone Guardian," they saw a handsome young man talking to others.

Upon seeing them arrive, the young man immediately stopped speaking, waved for the others to leave, and then walked towards them.

"Boss, this Mr. Yang Feiyun got 100 points."

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Tan." Even though he was misunderstood, Yang Feiyun remained gentle and humble. He cupped his hands and said, "I am Yang Feiyun, also a disciple of the Daoist school. I have long heard of Fellow Daoist Tan's profound skills and his public-spiritedness, so I have come to pay my respects."

"100 points?" Tan Wenjie frowned. "Then why didn't you kill him right away? What are you doing bringing him here?"

Yang Feiyun: "..."

The gesture of bowing in greeting froze.

The guide stammered, "Boss, didn't you say that if the other person really wasn't a bad person, you would bring him to see you?"

"You...I...you..." Tan Wenjie took two deep breaths, composed himself, and asked, "What's your name? Who hired you to do this job?"

"My name is Gouwa. I was recruited by Uncle Zhu Dachang."

"You look more like Zhu Dachang than Zhu Dachang, and you still call him 'uncle'?" Tan Wenjie almost couldn't resist kicking the man away. "Can't you understand what I'm saying?"

Gouwa: "?"

"Don't do this kind of brain-intensive work anymore." Tan Wenjie waved his hand, signaling Gouwa to leave.

Standing still, Yang Feiyun had already guessed a certain possibility.

"Does Fellow Daoist Tan truly believe that no one in this world deserves 100 points?" he asked. "May I ask, what score did you get?"

"0 points." Tan Wenjie looked extremely confident.

Yang Feiyun: "..."

"Everyone experiences joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, as well as love, hate, and grudges. Even gods and Buddhas cannot be completely selfless, so how can you possibly be?"

He had seen the holy monk Tang Sanzang and the Third Holy Mother who used the Lotus Lantern with the power of compassion, but each of them had their own preferences and were limited by their own short-sighted understanding.

"I see." Yang Feiyun did not offer any explanation.

Tan Wenjie then said, "Judging your character and deciding your life or death based on a score on a form is disrespectful. You should leave now."

"Farewell." Yang Feiyun clasped his hands in a fist salute, turned around and left.

After watching the other person leave, Tan Wenjie waved, and Yue Qiluo, wearing a red cloak and nicknamed "Little Red Riding Hood," walked over.

"Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots."

Yue Qiluo, who listened in the whole time: "..." She had been a demon and monster for long enough, but she never expected that someone would have even less of a bottom line than herself.

You say you'll let them go, but then you turn around and try to kill them. Please, have some decency!
"Remember to clean it thoroughly."

Tan Wenjie was able to look through the Book of Life and Death and learn about the other person's character. The test questions he had just taken, which seemed to be just some unimportant questions, actually only involved a small number of psychological issues. In essence, they were the answers derived from the Book of Life and Death.

No life can lie before the Book of Life and Death.

Now that it has been determined that the other party deserves to die, there is no need to delay and ignore it. In the long run, it may cause more innocent deaths.

Moreover, the people who reviewed the questionnaires were not ordinary people; they were all "ghost messengers" that Tan Wenjie had borrowed from the underworld. It was definitely more appropriate for the ghost messengers to use the Book of Life and Death themselves.

With Tan Wenjie's permission, they donned human skin, absorbed yang energy and incense offerings, and came to work.

With Tan Wenjie personally covering for them, very few people in the world could see through the true identities of the ghost messengers.

Even those around him could only marvel at Boss Tan's extraordinary abilities, how he easily found a group of capable people to help him. Not only did they work hard without complaint, but they even skipped meals and were incredibly responsible in their work.

"How could they spot Yang Feiyun's problem so quickly?" He raised his voice and asked towards the door, "Among those responsible for reviewing the papers, who was it that reviewed Yang Feiyun's questions?"

The man standing guard at the door replied, "It seems so, a man named Zhao Li."

"Zhao Li?"

……

On the other side, Yang Feiyun left the courtyard and ran into Zhao Xiaofang on his way back.

"Master Yang, what's going on?"

"I may not get along with Fellow Daoist Tan in some ways, so I'll take my leave first."

"Huh?" Zhao Xiaofang asked in surprise.

In her opinion, Yang Feiyun was a truly good person.

"Xiao Fang, come here quickly, I'll teach you how to practice flying swords." Xiao Yue waved from a distance.

Ultimately, her desire to learn flying swords suppressed her concern for Yang Feiyun. Zhao Xiaofang simply nodded hastily and jogged after him.

After descending the mountain, with no one else around, Yang Feiyun's face immediately darkened.

He admitted that he came here with ulterior motives.

Now that Tan Wenjie had seen through his disguise, there was no need to waste any more time. He quickened his pace and headed straight for Zixia Temple.

We must win over the Zombie King Xuan Kui.

Because the "enrollment" on Magic Mountain was in full swing, the entire Zixia Temple was very deserted. Only the injured Wangcai was guarding the place, sitting on a rattan chair and dozing off.

Yang Feiyun entered Zixia Temple silently and took out a compass from his pocket.

The pointer swung rapidly before settling on the northeast. As it approached the northeast room, it twitched its nose slightly and immediately caught a pungent smell of corpses.

The moment his fingers touched the door, a slight, needle-like stinging sensation shot through his fingertips. This was the "Heavenly Sensing" he had developed after reaching a certain level of cultivation, indicating that some kind of trap had been set inside, and if he forced his way in, he would definitely trigger it.

Yang Feiyun flipped his wrist, took out a copper coin, and dropped it through the crack in the door.

Finger mudra.

A ghastly green light burst forth from the crack in the door. After two breaths, the light dimmed, and Yang Feiyun finally raised his hand and pushed the door open.

Inside, the Eight Trigrams Formation was indeed set up with array flags, and the zombie king Xuan Kui was trapped inside.

Upon seeing the strangers arrive, Xuan Kui opened his mouth and let out a low, hoarse whimper and roar.

“Xuan Kui, you’ve been trapped here and lost your freedom,” Yang Feiyun said. “I want to make a deal with you. I’ll let you out, and you’ll do things for me.”

"Roar!" Xuan Kui roared.

"You don't need to pretend like that, I know you can understand."

After Yang Feiyun finished speaking, Xuan Kui indeed shut his mouth, replacing the ferocious appearance of an ordinary zombie, and his eyes were even filled with the wisdom unique to humans when they are thinking.

"Roar."

“With my magic and your strength combined, we might not be a match for the people here, but don’t worry,” Yang Feiyun said. “I’ve already located the location of another foreign zombie king, Gloucester. As long as the three of us join forces, we can definitely defeat Tan Wenjie in one fell swoop. Didn’t you lose to him?”

Xuan Kui: "Roar?"

That's bullshit. He didn't even get to see Tam Man-kit before he was taken down by one of his henchmen.

"Then it's settled." Yang Feiyun didn't understand Xuan Kui's meaning at all.

"Roar!"

Seeing Xuan Kui's serious roar, Yang Feiyun smiled.

The zombie king is enraged; the opponent must be able to unleash considerable power.

Yang Feiyun turned and left, unaware that Xuan Kui's roar wasn't about a battle, but rather, "I'm not going! If you want to go, go by yourself, don't take me with you!"

There's a saying that it's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. What's wrong with being a zombie king? There's no reason to commit suicide.

Unfortunately, the living person couldn't understand at all and left with a confident look on their face.

……

By evening.

Basic information entry has been completed.

Zhao Xiaofang followed A Xing and Xiao Yue to the accounting office.

"Isn't this a bad idea?"

Zhao Xiaofang was still a little embarrassed. She had been discovered to have talent without her even realizing it, and then she had followed the two of them to the accounting office to collect an expense report and get a magic weapon that belonged to her.

“We can save you a lot of time,” Xiaoyue said. “Everything is in accordance with the regulations, it’s just that they don’t understand them.”

"Ok."

Zhao Xiaofang nodded. Just as she reached the accounting office, a sudden gust of cold wind blew by, making her shiver.

There were more than twenty people standing straight in front of me, each of them motionless, radiating a chill.

She wasn't paying attention and took a step too close, bumping into the person at the back of the line.

"Excuse me."

The other person turned their head stiffly, expressionless and lifeless.

"Ah!" Zhao Xiaofang was startled.

Everyone in front turned their heads, their bodies still, their necks stiff as they turned, their lifeless eyes all staring at them.

It was as if she were being stared at by a row of corpses; her heart was so terrified that she dared not beat.

"You've received your money!" someone shouted from ahead.

The group of people, who had looked like corpses, immediately came to life.

Zhao Xiaofang breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out she had been overthinking things. There was nothing wrong with these people at all. Maybe they were just too tired after a long day of work, which was why they were so listless.

She followed Ah Xing and Xiao Yue inside and stopped at the counter next door.

Ah Xing and the others didn't notice anything wrong with the people here. Instead, they said, "We're here to collect our magical artifacts. Here's the receipt."

After checking the documents, the man behind the accountant went to the small room at the back to find the ritual implements.

Zhao Xiaofang couldn't help but turn her head and glance to the side. The money that the group of people were receiving was actually sheets of joss paper.

In an instant, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. (End of Chapter)