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Chapter 507 Just consider this a threat from the underworld.
Looking at the complete darkness around him, Wang Xingping felt a little panicked.

But soon, he saw the underworld official who had brought him here, Yama!
After calming himself down, Wang Xingping cupped his hands in greeting to the Yama Walker.

"Wang Xingping greets the Traveling Official."

The Yama Walker waved his hand, and then spoke.

"It doesn't have to be like this."

With just one sentence, Wang Xingping felt a sense of warmth.

Wang Xingping was surprised by this person's ability to walk, and became more vigilant.

This ability to make people want to get close is truly terrifying.

You may very well fall into their trap without even realizing it.

Although his soul weapon is inextricably linked to the underworld, and he and Bao Lingqing even speculated that if people have past lives, his past life was likely that he was a servant of the underworld!

But after all, in this life he is a human being, a specialist at the Bureau of Investigation.

As someone in a position of power, he must fulfill his duties and uphold his principles.

With this in mind, Wang Xingping hardened his heart.

He straightened his back.

The level of vigilance towards this Yama on the move has been raised to the highest level!
But at that moment, Wang Xingping saw the Yama Walker in front of him move.

The other person removed the mask from their face and shed the possession that was attached to their body.

Staring at the face behind the mask, Wang Xingping was stunned for a moment before a surge of anger welled up inside him.

"Master, what are you trying to do!"

Are you threatening me using my family?

"If you don't want me, Wang Xingping, to be this official, just say so. Why put on this act?"

"You've made me very disappointed in the underworld!"

Wang Xingping looked at his nephew's face and said angrily.

At that moment, he felt both shocked and furious!
What's surprising is that the underworld, an organization that has always presented itself as amiable, would be so unruly.

What angered him was that the other party threatened him with his sister's orphan!
Could this be the reason why the underworld suddenly recruited underworld officials and released the quota for walking officials?

A conspiracy to control the Bureau of Investigation's elite through the walking quota?
Wang Xingping felt a chill run down his spine.

If it were any other non-governmental organization, he certainly wouldn't have any worries, but this is the underworld, an organization that even the Bureau of Public Opinion Research can only seek cooperation with.

What should I do?
What should he do if the other party threatens him with the lives of Chen Xin and his other family members?
The mental preparation I had just made suddenly collapsed.

……

Chen Xin naturally had no idea what Wang Xingping was thinking, but he seemed to know that his appearance had led his uncle to misunderstand.

How can I explain to my uncle that I am Chen Xin?

"uncle……"

As soon as Chen Xin opened his mouth, he saw that Wang Xingping's eyes had turned red.

"Even if I die, I will not let you succeed!"

As he spoke, a powerful surge of qi and blood ignited on Wang Xingping's body, and a qi and blood furnace appeared behind him.

Suddenly, the Qi and Blood Furnace behind Wang Xingping spewed out a burst of intense flames, propelling him forward in this space where there was nowhere to put his weight.

Just as his fist was less than twenty centimeters away from that familiar face, he found that he could not get any closer.

Even though the energy furnace behind him was still surging, and he could feel himself moving forward, he just couldn't bring himself to land his fist on that face.

Soon, Wang Xingping realized what was happening.

It wasn't that he couldn't get close, but that the guy opposite him was retreating at the same speed!

Feeling like he had been tricked, Wang Xingping roared and exploded once again!

The Qi and Blood Furnace itself disintegrated into countless streams of red energy, which then condensed in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, a flame of blood and qi as thick as a thigh shot out, hitting the person in front of him squarely.

Wang Xingping felt no joy at hitting the target; he simply tried his best to squeeze out all the energy and vitality from his body.

If the guy opposite him hadn't also been from the underworld, he probably would have already summoned his own soul weapon.

The flames of qi and blood sprayed for a full two minutes before gradually dissipating and shrinking.

But when Wang Xingping saw the unharmed figure in front of him, whose body was shrouded in a thin layer of red light, his anger immediately dissipated.

"I'll do as you say, just don't harm my family."

Wang Xingping said slowly.

Chen Xin felt complicated looking at his uncle's expression.

It warmed my heart, but also made me feel sorry for her.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Xin opened his arms.

A fluorescent butterfly appeared in his palm.

This is one of the abilities of the turbid ghosts that the Xia family had previously assigned to him. It is not very lethal, but it can create an illusion at will.

A fluorescent butterfly takes flight, leaving a trail of fluorescent light in the darkness.

Soon, the butterfly burst open, darkness engulfed it, and it vanished.

Wang Xingping looked around. This was his sister's house, and his nephew Chen Xin's room.

But Chen Xin, who was sitting at his desk at the moment, still looked a bit young.

Wang Xingping realized that this was an illusion; this was how Chen Xin looked before he went to university.

Wang Xingping didn't understand what the other person meant, but he was powerless to do anything about it and could only watch quietly.

Soon, he saw his nephew make a move, taking a small stamp from the book in front of him.

Wang Xingping was stunned for a moment. Then, he saw his nephew take out a white stick from the book, with many white paper wadding wrapped around it.

Looking at that familiar white pole, Wang Xingping's expression changed drastically!
This is the initial state of the soul banner he summoned when he first learned that he possessed a soul weapon!
But why would his nephew have it?

No, that's not right.

These are all fake, illusions conjured up by the guy in front of me!

Just then, the surrounding scenery changed.

They had arrived at another place, and not far in front of him was a figure wearing a sieve.

A rooster stood on its shoulder, its body ablaze with white, ethereal flames.

The white flames spread to all parts of the figure's body, including the white pole in its hand.

Around the figure were countless flying ghost money notes, which the figure burned to ashes by wielding a white pole with flames.

Then, the figure passed through the wall, and Wang Xingping, as if from a fixed perspective, followed that person to a room.

When the person stopped, the white pole was put away, the mesh screen was removed, and the face that Wang Xingping had seen for more than 20 years was revealed. Wang Xingping's expression became somewhat wooden.

The scene changed again, returning to Chen Xin's room.

At this moment, Chen Xin was writing something on a black card on the table; it was two lines of text.

"Do you want to know the truth about the world? Do you want to truly...live?"

"Want" or "Don't want"

Wang Xingping's pupils trembled as he looked at the two lines of text.

He had seen this black card and the words on it before.

He had seen this description in the archives when he was researching when the underworld first appeared.

According to the Bureau of Investigation's records, the earliest underworld messengers all encountered a black card delivered by a golden infant!
The words written on the card were exactly what Chen Xin had just written down.

But why was it Chen Xin who wrote it?
What does this Yama, the King of Hell, want to do by showing him these illusions?
Just then, a golden figure appeared beside Chen Xin.

Chen Xin handed the written card to the golden figure.

Then, the golden figure disappeared.

Wang Xingping could no longer hold back and turned to look at the fake Chen Xin.

"What exactly do you want! What's the point of showing me these illusions?" The fake Chen Xin glanced at Wang Xingping but didn't speak. Instead, he continued to focus his attention on the changing images.

This time, Wang Xingping didn't see his nephew, but instead saw the golden baby.

Jin Ying stood in front of a giant banyan tree, holding a white pole. Around him was an empty, deserted village.

"This is the Three Mountains Garrison, and it seems to be a Three Mountains Garrison without any underworld officials."

Just then, the camera panned up, and Wang Xingping saw blood spreading from outside the Three Mountains camp. Then, he saw Jin Ying holding a white pole and manipulating tree branches to drive away the blood.

Wang Xingping seemed to understand what the Yama Walker had shown him.

All of this seems to be the process of establishing the Sanshan garrison!

But why bring his nephew into this process?

Just as Wang Xingping was filled with doubt, the scene changed again.

This time, it was his nephew again.

When he saw the small paper cutout in front of his nephew suddenly grow larger and turn into a person exactly like his nephew, Wang Xingping's eyes widened.

He kept repeating to himself, "This is fake, it's fake!"

However, when the transformed figure entered the Sanshan camp with the net sieve and encountered the old man named Shen Zhihong, he overheard Shen Zhihong's conversation with his nephew.

"Hello, are you also a messenger from the underworld?"

"Yes."

"My name is Wuwai Jiangshan, what's yours?"

"Yama."

Wang Xingping stared blankly at the fake Chen Xin beside him. The other party wanted to make him believe that Yanluo was his nephew through this method.
That's so naive.

But then, Wang Xingping thought of something.

The underworld seems to have the ability to influence people's memories. Why would the other party use this method to explain this matter instead of directly altering his memories?
Wang Xingping didn't understand, so he continued reading.

He saw the crow perched on his "nephew's" shoulder, the Vajra statue his "nephew" had formed, the talisman his "nephew" had buried in his hometown to ward off evil spirits, the stone carving under the bed, and the chicken carving his "nephew" had given to Chen Yupei's family.

They also saw his "nephew" holding a sword, tearing a rift in the sky above Qiuye City and absorbing all the Styx Rivers.

All of this made him somewhat numb.

Wang Xingping didn't know when the surrounding scene disappeared, but he still hadn't woken up from the shock of the scene.

"uncle……"

"Don't call me uncle! I'm not your uncle, and you're not my nephew!"

Wang Xingping seemed to have been greatly provoked, and with bloodshot eyes, he roared at Chen Xin.

Chen Xin sighed.

Is it too late to say this? What should we do?

After thinking for a moment, Chen Xin and Wang Xingping stood at the door of their old home.

“Uncle, everything you saw is real, and I really am Chen Xin. I always thought I would tell you about this after a while, but I always put it off because of various things.”

"By the time I finally want to speak, the influence of the underworld will have become too great. I cannot guarantee that I will be able to save you when someone discovers your connection with the underworld and attacks you."

“Now, I feel it’s okay, so I’m telling you all this, Uncle.”

Chen Xin kept talking, but Wang Xingping maintained the same expression the whole time.

Just as the two were in silence, Mei Huixiang came out of the house.

"Huh? You two came back without saying a word, what are you doing standing here!"

After saying that, Mei Huixiang asked Chen Xin, "What are we eating later?"

"It's all right."

Mei Huixiang turned her head and looked at her son, Wang Xingping.

"What about you?"

"..."

"I'm asking you a question!"

"It's all right."

"Such a character!"

With that, Mei Huixiang went back into the house, and Chen Xin followed her in.

Wang Xingping watched the other person's back but did not follow them inside. Instead, he went to check the four corners of the house.

Sure enough, there were buried medicinal herbs there, and judging from their condition, they had been buried for a long time.

But he still refused to believe it.

During the meal, Mei Huixiang was the only one who spoke; the other two remained silent.

After Chen Xin finished eating, he left first. At this moment, Wang Xingping suddenly asked, "Mom, is that Chen Xin?"

Mei Huixiang glanced at Wang Xingping but didn't say anything.

"Mom, is he really Chen Xin?"

Wang Xingping looked at his mother with some confusion, while Mei Huixiang frowned.

"Have you gone mad from work? Who else could that be but your nephew?"

As Mei Huixiang left with the empty bowl, Wang Xingping continued to mutter to himself.

"How could he possibly be Chen Xin?"

But to think that he, an ordinary person, suddenly had a Horcrux and survived all sorts of dangerous moments.

Thinking about how easy and casual it was for me to participate in the underworld's examination, and how after I passed the title examination, the giant tiger delivered the order and the cloth dog whispered in my ear.

All these preferential treatments and special privileges left his mind in a complete mess.

If this is a sugar-coated bullet from the underworld, why are these bullets hitting him but not the other underworld officials?

……

That evening, Chen Xin was lying in his room, deep in thought, when Wang Xingping knocked on the door and came in.

How can I trust you?

Chen Xin remained silent.

Yes, how can I convince my uncle that I am Chen Xin, and not a conspiracy from the underworld?

It seems that no matter what he does, his uncle can always explain it away by saying "it's a conspiracy from the underworld," and the explanation always makes sense.

Even his uncle's Horcrux could be explained by the underworld orchestrating a grand scheme.

Chen Xin sat up and said, "Uncle, whether you believe me or not, I don't think it matters anymore."

"One reason I'm telling you this now is that you're destined to deal with the underworld. Rather than letting you be a lowly servant in the underworld, it's better for you to command others."

"As for the other reason, it is that I am preparing to do something very important. During this time, I may not be able to take care of the affairs of the underworld. So I want to tell you so that you can take charge of some affairs of the underworld as a person in charge of the underworld."

"If you can't believe I'm Chen Xin, then just do as you think."

"Just think of all of this as the workings of the underworld, a method you can't resist."

"Now, I'll tell you what the underworld is trying to force you to do with these methods."

Chen Xin got up and, in the blink of an eye, led Wang Xingping to the underworld.

"Now, the underworld's requirement is to maintain its operation as much as possible and protect the people you want to protect."

After Chen Xin finished speaking, he reached out and took Wang Xingping's Yin Messenger Token, replaced it with the only Yama-level Yin Messenger Token, and imprinted various suppressing seals on it.

When the Yin Messenger Order returned to Wang Xingping's hands, Chen Xin had vanished.

Looking at the underworld messenger token in his hand, he thought about what Chen Xin had just said.

Wang Xingping stood there, speechless for a long time.

……

(End of this chapter)