The male supporting character was actually myself.

Eliminating the highest-level suppression mark requires the use of magic arrays and magical artifacts to ensure that his soul is not affected in the slightest. Therefore, Qu Wenqing, the steward of the underworld, prepared for a while before officially starting.

"After all, it's about removing the suppression seal, which requires gradually peeling it away from your soul. It's bound to be uncomfortable, so you'll have to bear with it." Qu Wenqing personally presided over the magic array and comforted him, "Don't worry, the process is very short. After it's cleared, just rest for a couple of days and you'll be fine."

Jiang Chen thanked him again, then stood in the magic array waiting for the magic weapon to be activated.

The overall feeling was a bit like being trapped in a giant oven. As the complex runes on the magic circle lit up one by one, he felt a powerful energy rising from the bottom up, just like taking a sauna.

It wasn't too painful. Jiang Chen just felt something being peeled away from his body. While it was uncomfortable, he also felt a vague sense of exhilaration at breaking free from constraints and being reborn.

A dozen seconds later, as the giant "oven" above his head sucked away a rune that was flashing with golden light, the magic circle beneath his feet instantly went out, and the steaming sensation disappeared.

"Phew! I've finally broken free from the shackles of the suppressing mark." Jiang Chen felt a slight loss of energy in his body, yet also an extreme sense of lightness. He bowed and thanked the underworld official.

Qu Wenqing waved his hand and smiled, telling him not to be so polite. He then gestured to his subordinate to bring out a thick ledger.

“This contains information about all the people and ghosts in Dujiang. Tell me your parents’ names, hometowns, and preferably their birth dates and times, and I will help you find out where they are now and how they are doing.”

Jiang Chen immediately reported the detailed information based on the original owner's memories.

Qu Wenqing made a hand seal with his right hand and chanted incantations. The ledger, shimmering with a faint golden light, began to flip through many pages before two human figures floated out.

"Yes! They are my parents!" Jiang Chen's eyes lit up, thinking to himself that as expected of an official product of the underworld, their ghost-finding efficiency was incredibly high.

The other person glanced at him, grinned, and frowned. "Sigh... Your parents aren't in the wilderness or the ghost market right now; they're still being tortured in hell."

Your parents' biased and unfilial behavior towards your children, which led to the falling out between your brothers, caused all the grievances and resentments. They must atone for this sin.

Although your brother Murong Liangchen was sent to the countryside for adoption and lacked parental love, he was relatively happy in comparison. You were in poor health when you were young, and your parents, busy with work, often abused you because they felt you were a burden. This is no small sin either.

In addition, after years of doing business, they have committed many things against their conscience. After each and every case is settled, your mother will have to suffer punishment in hell for thirty-one years; your father will have to suffer punishment for fifty-six years. Only after they have finished their punishment and cleansed their sins can they enter the underworld.

"If you want to fulfill your filial duties, you'll have to wait here for thirty to fifty years. You suffered abuse since childhood, yet you are kind-hearted and want to be filial to them. You are truly a good but unfortunate young man."

Jiang Chen: ...

The original owner was so pitiful. She suffered emotional abuse as a child, grew up being envied, and finally died a mutilated death. I wonder if things are going well for Duan Tang and the others, and whether the little white cat has found Murong Liangchen.

It was already "late at night" when I came out of the underworld office, and the streets were even more deserted.

Jiang Chen ate a portion of ninth-grade ghost food to replenish the energy consumed when eliminating the suppression seal, and a lot of power overflowed out, making the black lines wrapped around his wrist seem almost tangible.

Following the direction he remembered, he drifted for a long time until he finally saw three magnificent characters on a mountaintop: "Looking-Homeward Terrace"!

This is the only place in the underworld where one can see the human world again. Once a ghost enters the underworld, there is basically no chance of leaving except for reincarnation. When missing loved ones who are still alive, one can climb the Looking-Home Terrace to ease homesickness.

It was already "late at night," and the free Qingming Festival event had just ended; there wasn't a single ghost in sight on the Wangxiang Terrace.

Jiang Chen floated up and knocked on the tightly closed door, politely asking, "Excuse me, may I go up to the Looking-Homeward Terrace now?"

"It's not free anymore since the Qingming Festival just ended. It costs 10 Yin Si coins for eight hours of viewing. If you leave and come back in, you'll have to buy a new ticket. Do you want to go up now?" The small window on the door opened, and a blue-faced, fanged, sleepy-eyed ghost face peeked out.

Peeking inside curiously, Jiang Chen smiled slightly and asked sincerely, "Excuse me, do you have a monthly subscription package for Dengwangxiangtai? The kind where you pay once and can come anytime for a month without any time limit?"

Can Chapter Thirteen be purchased on a monthly subscription basis?

Qu Wenqing told him to wait where he was and then turned and went to the back hall, leaving Jiang Chen alone in the large hall.

He was looking around curiously when he suddenly heard a slightly hoarse voice sigh heavily, "You've come? Sigh... In the end, I couldn't escape it after all."

Jiang Chen: [?_??]

"Who? Who's speaking?"

"Of course it's me. Look ahead, I'm standing right in front of you." The 3D surround sound rang out again, and Jiang Chen subconsciously looked at the bronze mirror in front of him. Sure enough, a hoarse voice came from the mirror, "You, you've been ripped off by those guys!"

The bronze mirror sighed and automatically turned on, its surface shimmering again, but this time it was a strange man who appeared on the big screen.

"Is this the old you? Do you remember me?"

"The original me?!" Jiang Chen was stunned, unable to recall when she had become like this.

On the "screen," he and a long-haired woman with a graceful figure whose face is obscured walk hand in hand through the streets and alleys, scenes resembling movie shots revealing the sweetness of a peaceful life.

But what city is depicted in the picture?

Who is that woman?

Why do I have absolutely no recollection of this?

"You really can't remember anything?" The bronze mirror continued playing, its voice urgent. "You can't stay in this daze any longer. You have to find what you've lost! The Soul Weapon, the sleeping clone, and that little girl—Jiang Chen, you have to hurry!"

Everything happened so suddenly that he hurriedly asked, "Who is that girl? Where did she go? How can I repair my Horcrux? And where is my clone?"

"The answer lies within your heart. I am a guide, not a solver." The bronze mirror's voice gradually faded. "Time is running out. Only by following your heart can you break through this impasse."

The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. You are not capable of bearing so many truths and answers before you have awakened. Saying more will only make things worse for you.

I can tell you more information when you can remember it.

I have to go now. I'll come back to find you if I have enough energy.

Remember to get back as soon as possible, that area... is the headquarters... it's about to... descend into chaos..."

The copper mirror image is a phone that has run out of battery, shut down with a long tone and never rang again.

Jiang Chen was furious. The Guide? So he was the Riddler?!

What kind of truth could be so unbearable for me?

As for the Horcruxes, they could no longer be sensed once we entered this mission world. Is it a problem with the mission world, or is it because I commanded the Horcruxes to attack when I saw that "eye" in the script selection space?

What exactly is that "eye"?

How could the script selection space be broken?

A multitude of questions surrounded him, and Jiang Chen was completely baffled.

"Murong Jiangchen? Murong Jiangchen!" A faint ghostly figure called out twice, and when he didn't hear it, it stepped forward and gave him a push. "The steward wants you to come in."

He suddenly realized what was going on, quickly thanked them, and went to the back hall.

Eliminating the highest-level suppression mark requires the use of magic arrays and magical artifacts to ensure that his soul is not affected in the slightest. Therefore, Qu Wenqing, the steward of the underworld, prepared for a while before officially starting.

"After all, it's about removing the suppression seal, which requires gradually peeling it away from your soul. It's bound to be uncomfortable, so you'll have to bear with it." Qu Wenqing personally presided over the magic array and comforted him, "Don't worry, the process is very short. After it's cleared, just rest for a couple of days and you'll be fine."

Jiang Chen thanked him again, then stood in the magic array waiting for the magic weapon to be activated.

The overall feeling was a bit like being trapped in a giant oven. As the complex runes on the magic circle lit up one by one, he felt a powerful energy rising from the bottom up, just like taking a sauna.

It wasn't too painful. Jiang Chen just felt something being peeled away from his body. While it was uncomfortable, he also felt a vague sense of exhilaration at breaking free from constraints and being reborn.

A dozen seconds later, as the giant "oven" above his head sucked away a rune that was flashing with golden light, the magic circle beneath his feet instantly went out, and the steaming sensation disappeared.

"Phew! I've finally broken free from the shackles of the suppressing mark." Jiang Chen felt a slight loss of energy in his body, yet also an extreme sense of lightness. He bowed and thanked the underworld official.

Qu Wenqing waved his hand and smiled, telling him not to be so polite. He then gestured to his subordinate to bring out a thick ledger.

“This contains information about all the people and ghosts in Dujiang. Tell me your parents’ names, hometowns, and preferably their birth dates and times, and I will help you find out where they are now and how they are doing.”

Jiang Chen immediately reported the detailed information based on the original owner's memories.

Qu Wenqing made a hand seal with his right hand and chanted incantations. The ledger, shimmering with a faint golden light, began to flip through many pages before two human figures floated out.

"Yes! They are my parents!" Jiang Chen's eyes lit up, thinking to himself that as expected of an official product of the underworld, their ghost-finding efficiency was incredibly high.

The other person glanced at him, grinned, and frowned. "Sigh... Your parents aren't in the wilderness or the ghost market right now; they're still being tortured in hell."

Your parents' biased and unfilial behavior towards your children, which led to the falling out between your brothers, caused all the grievances and resentments. They must atone for this sin.

Although your brother Murong Liangchen was sent to the countryside for adoption and lacked parental love, he was relatively happy in comparison. You were in poor health when you were young, and your parents, busy with work, often abused you because they felt you were a burden. This is no small sin either.

In addition, after years of doing business, they have committed many things against their conscience. After each and every case is settled, your mother will have to suffer punishment in hell for thirty-one years; your father will have to suffer punishment for fifty-six years. Only after they have finished their punishment and cleansed their sins can they enter the underworld.

"If you want to fulfill your filial duties, you'll have to wait here for thirty to fifty years. You suffered abuse since childhood, yet you are kind-hearted and want to be filial to them. You are truly a good but unfortunate young man."

Jiang Chen: ...

The original owner was so pitiful. She suffered emotional abuse as a child, grew up being envied, and finally died a mutilated death. I wonder if things are going well for Duan Tang and the others, and whether the little white cat has found Murong Liangchen.

It was already "late at night" when I came out of the underworld office, and the streets were even more deserted.

Jiang Chen ate a portion of ninth-grade ghost food to replenish the energy consumed when eliminating the suppression seal, and a lot of power overflowed out, making the black lines wrapped around his wrist seem almost tangible.

Following the direction he remembered, he drifted for a long time until he finally saw three magnificent characters on a mountaintop: "Looking-Homeward Terrace"!

This is the only place in the underworld where one can see the human world again. Once a ghost enters the underworld, there is basically no chance of leaving except for reincarnation. When missing loved ones who are still alive, one can climb the Looking-Home Terrace to ease homesickness.

It was already "late at night," and the free Qingming Festival event had just ended; there wasn't a single ghost in sight on the Wangxiang Terrace.

Jiang Chen floated up and knocked on the tightly closed door, politely asking, "Excuse me, may I go up to the Looking-Homeward Terrace now?"

"It's not free anymore since the Qingming Festival just ended. It costs 10 Yin Si coins for eight hours of viewing. If you leave and come back in, you'll have to buy a new ticket. Do you want to go up now?" The small window on the door opened, and a blue-faced, fanged, sleepy-eyed ghost face peeked out.

Peeking inside curiously, Jiang Chen smiled slightly and asked sincerely, "Excuse me, do you have a monthly subscription package for Dengwangxiangtai? The kind where you pay once and can come anytime for a month without any time limit?"

Chapter Fourteen: The Protagonist's True Colors Revealed

"Uh..." The doorman paused for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled, "To be honest, no. But if you need it, sir, we can have a monthly subscription! Please wait a moment, I need to contact my superiors to see how much it would cost for a monthly subscription with unlimited uses and duration."

The clever little devil closed the small window and door and then fell silent.

A moment later, the small window opened again, and the ghost face peeked out with a grin, saying, "I've asked for permission. It's 800 Yin Si coins a month, unlimited times, unlimited time, and I'll also give you a VIP cabin, guaranteed to be free of ghosts! If you don't mind the chill and wind on the mountain, you can stay there."

Jiang Chen readily paid the money and received a makeshift monthly pass. Then, the little devil opened the door and invited him to climb the Wangxiang Terrace and go up to higher ground.

"Actually, you can see this whole mountain from anywhere. Every year during the Qingming Festival and Spring Festival when it's free, all the ghosts in the ghost market will come over. At that time, the magic array can be set up to contain them all."

"It's only been a short time since the Qingming Festival, and with the magic array removed, the place doesn't look very big, but it's also quite deserted without ghosts."

As the young man led the way, he enthusiastically explained, "The VIP cabin that we're giving you is the original workroom. After the reforms, those rooms were no longer needed, so some were demolished and a few are left. Sometimes, employees can store some items or stay for a couple of days, which is convenient and safe."

Here are your keys, sir. You'll need to return them when your monthly pass expires.

If you lose it, you'll get ten underworld coins to replace it. Failure to pay on time will also be recorded on your credit report, and problems with your credit will affect your future reincarnation assessment, so please remember that.

The row of rooms with red roofs and white walls on the back hill has an antique feel, and all the doors are locked.

"This room is now yours to use. As long as you don't tear down the roof or demolish the house, you can do whatever you want inside." The little devil pointed to the first room on the right and said with a grin, "There are only simple tables and chairs inside. If you want to stay for a long time, you can add some furniture yourself."

After opening the door and taking a quick look, Jiang Chen expressed his satisfaction and the other party left happily.

"Tsk tsk, you see all sorts of weirdos in a big forest. This is the first time I've seen someone ask for a monthly stay at Wangxiangtai. What's there to hold onto now that they're already dead?"

"You're too naive. After the reforms, in order to generate revenue, the Wangxiangtai (Viewing Home) started charging a fee, and it wasn't cheap. That's why there are almost no weird ghosts left. Before, when it was free all year round, there were tons of ghosts that wouldn't leave the Wangxiangtai."