You, a living person, are telling me I've served in the underworld for ten years?

Chapter 39: Showing Filial Piety to the Deceased?
Fang Wenhe's son is named Fang Jun, and he is 48 years old this year.

He owns an advertising and cultural company in Yincheng, has close cooperation with the education department, and is quite wealthy. He is a respectable person in the village.

But today, he was so angry that he felt cold all over, his hand trembled as he pointed at Chen Yang, and he roared hysterically!

"How dare you, a public official, say that my parents' deaths were their own fault?"

"You eat the government's food and are supported by us taxpayers, yet you curse me to die... Even if we take this to the government, we will never let you off the hook!"

"Brother Jun, stop talking!"

The villager who had been pointing his phone at Chen Yang and filming him quickly pulled Fang Jun aside and whispered, "Please, please stop talking, Brother Jun!"

He was genuinely terrified!
The young man's methods were like those of a master in a movie or TV series, "releasing true qi." At that moment, he even felt what death meant!

"puff……"

Chen Yang couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Fang Jun trembled with rage, his eyes red as he said, "You dare to laugh?"

His sister burst into tears, crying out, "Everyone, come quick! My parents are dead, and these people from the Criminal Investigation Department are still laughing..."

These people all thought Chen Yang was also Uncle Hat.

Not wanting to tarnish the reputation of the "Uncle Hats" team because of himself, Chen Yang quickly explained, "Gentlemen, I think you've misunderstood something. First of all, I'm not a public official..."

"Secondly, I'm not laughing at you for losing your parents; I'm just thinking of some happy things."

Chen Yang was too lazy to waste words with these people.

He immediately instructed Gu Jinghui to wrap the remains of "Teacher Zhang" in black cloth and retrieve them, saying, "Captain Su, you guys go ahead with your work, I'm going back to Wucheng."

Su Jianjun expressed his gratitude and then said, "Gu Jinghui, please see Master Chen off."

Chen Yang carried the remains and tried to get into the police car.

Fang Jun and some villagers surrounded him again, demanding that Chen Yang put down the remains.

Chen Yang didn't speak, he just looked over coldly.

The villagers and Fang Jun who had gathered around trembled and quickly retreated, their eyes filled with fear, as if they had seen some terrifying illusion for a moment. Some of the more timid ones even wet their pants!

Chen Yang glanced at the dumbfounded Gu Jinghui and said, "What are you standing there for... get in the car."

The police car started up and quickly drove onto a country road, leaving the riverbank behind.

"Old Chen...you're too awesome! You scared those villagers to death with just one look?"

In the car, Gu Jinghui couldn't help but ask, "Could this be the murderous aura or domineering aura mentioned in novels?"

That's some kind of domineering aura!
Chen Yang said, "That was just a little application of the power of the soul, similar to the Taoist method of bewitching the soul... To put it bluntly, for a moment I stirred up the deepest fear in their hearts and then used it to create a nightmare dream for them."

Gu Jinghui exclaimed in surprise, "You only glanced at it, and it can do so much?"

Chen Yang: "You don't understand cultivation... This is just the most basic application of spiritual power. When you reach the pinnacle, you can use your spiritual power to control objects and kill enemies from thousands of miles away. Your spiritual power can manifest itself through objects, and burning mountains and boiling seas in an instant is not a problem."

"This...this is a god!"

Chen Yang smiled and said, "You can understand it that way too."

The underworld ghost messengers are "divine beings." Although they are currently weak, once their achievements and strength increase... wouldn't they become the legendary immortals?

In the car.

The two then discussed the case in Shanshui Village.

Gu Jinghui sighed, "The villagers cannot escape responsibility for Teacher Zhang's death... It's a pity that the laws were not perfect back then, and the people in the village were very united. No one called the police when something like this happened!"

"Now that more than forty years have passed, it's impossible to hold anyone accountable."

Chen Yang said, "Teacher Zhang has already taken her revenge... She only killed four people and then stopped, which means the remaining villagers did not deserve to die. This was her own choice."

Whether or not someone is held accountable, so many years have passed, and Teacher Zhang's soul has already been sent to the underworld by his own actions. There's no point in discussing this anymore.

Chen Yang said, "However, there is something meaningful that I need you to do now."

Gu Jinghui: "What is it?"

“I’ve talked to Ms. Zhang…” “Her hometown is Jingxian County, Gucheng City. Her grandfather was the principal of Jingxian Middle School during the Republic of China era, and her father also served as a principal later… Her family is considered a scholarly family.”

"Go and check if she has any living relatives."

"Also, send Teacher Zhang's remains to the funeral home for cremation. Keep the ashes safe, and I'll send her back to her roots later."

Chen Yang wasn't concerned about the case in Shanshui Village, as Su Jianjun and He Wanzhong were handling the aftermath.

He is more concerned about...

I wonder when the letter I wrote to the "underworld" will be delivered!
"The realms of Yin and Yang are separated, the path between life and death is severed..."

"I forcibly opened the gate of life and death with the Rebirth Curse. I don't know if it can really send the souls of the dead into the underworld... If it can, then there is hope of contacting the underworld!"

The journey of less than 20 kilometers was completed quickly.

Chen Yang got out of the car at the entrance of the funeral home, while Gu Jinghui returned to Shanshui Village.

Open the shop door.

Chen Yang overheard the owner of the hardware store next door chatting and eating sunflower seeds with the owner of the tobacco and alcohol shop.

"Did you hear that?"

"Old Ma is possessed!"

Chen Yang quietly moved a chair and sat down at the shop entrance, asking the hardware store owner for a handful of melon seeds to become a listener.

Two middle-aged women lowered their voices and said, "I heard that Old Ma's wife went to see an imam... It seems she's being haunted by the spirits of their deceased relatives. Old Ma's family bought a cow, saying they're going back to their hometown to pay respects at the graves."

According to Hui customs, if someone encounters something unclean, they will usually slaughter an animal, invite an imam to chant prayers, or give away rice, flour, oil, and clothes to drive away the "unclean thing."

"Ah!"

The proprietress of the tobacco and liquor store sneered: "Now you know to buy cattle to honor the dead? What were you doing when you were alive!"

"Ladies, may I interrupt?"

Chen Yang said, "Isn't Uncle Ma quite filial?"

The hardware store owner slapped Chen Yang on the shoulder and teased, "You little brat, you can't just talk, why are you interrupting... What are you trying to say?"

These bold and inappropriate words made Chen Yang a little embarrassed.

"Filial piety?"

The proprietress of the tobacco and liquor store next door said, "What's the use of being filial in front of others? If you were truly filial, you wouldn't have left your old man alone in the countryside with no one to care for him... I heard that the old man was paralyzed for more than half a year and no one took care of him."

"When Old Ma discovered that the old man had passed away, it seemed like he had been groaning for three days (Hui people call the death 'groaning' or 'impermanence'), and flies had maggots all over his body!"

"Stop talking, Old Ma's son is here!"

The two middle-aged women suddenly stopped talking and started chatting idly about this and that.

Chen Yang turned his head and saw Old Ma's son carrying a bowl of rice noodle soup. A fried dough stick walked over and said, "Brother Chen, my family is having a feast today. Here, have this fried dough stick."

Old Ma's son seems to be only sixteen years old, a first-year high school student. He is still wearing the school uniform of Wucheng High School. However, kids these days don't lack nutrition, and he is already almost 1.8 meters tall.

His name seems to be Ma Qiang.

He gave the fried dough sticks and rice noodle soup to Chen Yang, then turned around and went to distribute them to the next customer.

Chen Yang watched Ma Qiang's retreating figure.

He walked with a noticeable limp.

A faint aura of yin emanated from him.

In the gloomy atmosphere, his grandfather's illusory figure was lying on his back.

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