Chapter 1087 Testing the Judge's Pen

Ye Wanxi was startled by the other party's sudden change in attitude and overly straightforward emotional shift, and subconsciously took a step back.

After realizing what had happened, he replied with mixed feelings, "I'm very sorry, but please believe me, I also regret your father's death."

He Shunan was stunned. She didn't expect that Ye Wanxi would not argue or get angry after hearing her words, but instead apologize to her.

She felt the breath she had been holding in suddenly dissipate, replaced by an endless emptiness.

After a brief moment of shock, her eyes suddenly reddened. She didn't make a sound, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, dripping onto the ground.

She knew perfectly well that Ye Wanxi was not to blame for her father's death. When her father hit someone, she had just had a relapse and was lying in the hospital.

The nurses at the hospital tried to keep it from her, but she overheard them anyway.

The family had already run out of money to pay for her medical treatment, and this car accident pushed them to the brink of despair.

He Shun'an, the daughter, learned of her father's death later than anyone else, because she had just undergone surgery and was unable to withstand the shock.

By the time her condition stabilized, it was already a week after her father had passed away.

He was a living, breathing person before he left, but when he came back, he had become a square box. How could He Shunan accept this?

But what could she do even if she didn't want to accept it? When she received her father's ashes, He Shun'an really wanted to die. Her father was her only relative in this world. How could she live alone without him?

However, her delicate heart, which usually went on strike at the slightest emotional turmoil, felt no discomfort whatsoever after her father's death, no matter how hysterically she screamed, shouted, and jumped around.

How ironic that when you want to live you could die at any moment, but when you want to die you just can't die no matter what you do.

He Shunan did hate Ye Wanxi. She hated that Ye Wanxi's car accident was the last straw that broke the camel's back for their already crumbling family.

But she also knew very well that Ye Wanxi was also a victim in this matter, and neither she nor her father had the right to blame her.

The reason she lost her composure after learning Ye Wanxi's identity was largely because Ye Wanxi's appearance reminded her of a past she had always been unwilling to recall.

He Shunan knew very well that if anyone was to be blamed for this, it was herself.

If it weren't for her, my father wouldn't have lived such a hard life. If it weren't for raising money for her surgery, he wouldn't have been so busy and restless, trying to take on more jobs while simultaneously hitting Ye Wanxi. After that, in order to raise compensation and her medical expenses, he overworked himself, driving while fatigued and causing a car accident that cost him his life.

She ruined her father; she destroyed their family.

He Shunan cried for quite a while, while Ye Wanxi and the other person watched her cry with complicated expressions, but did not make a sound to disturb her.

After He Shunan finished crying and calmed down, he looked at Ye Wanxi and the other person with a helpless expression.

Fortunately, she's not as resistant as before.

"What exactly are you here for? I don't want to see you, and I don't think you'd be happy to see me either."

Ye Wanxi and the other woman exchanged a glance and said in as gentle a tone as possible, "Miss He, we mean no harm. We just happened to learn about your father's situation and we deeply regret his death. So, we wanted to come and see him. If possible, please allow us to pay our respects to him."

After hearing Ye Wanxi's words, He Shunan's expression was rather complicated: "You want to pay respects to my father?"

A victim who was hit by her father and hospitalized, reportedly with particularly serious injuries and almost becoming a vegetable, did not feel relieved or satisfied after learning that the person who hit her had died. Instead, she felt regret and even took the initiative to ask for a memorial service.

He Shunan looked at Ye Wanxi with a wary and complicated gaze. If this person didn't have ulterior motives, she was probably a saintly white lotus whose thought process couldn't be deduced by common sense!

Ye Wanxi felt her scalp tingle under He Shunan's gaze, and she could roughly guess what he was thinking, but in order to know the truth, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and nod: "Yes, if it's convenient, I would like to pay my respects to your father."

He Shunan looked at Ye Wanxi with a serious expression for a while. Just when Ye Wanxi thought he was going to refuse, he relented: "There's nothing inconvenient about it. My father's ashes are in the village ancestral hall. If you want to go, come with me."

Ye Wanxi hadn't expected her to be so easy to talk to. She had a lot of things to say but no chance to say them. In the end, she could only turn to look at Feng Tianyu with an awkward yet amused expression.

Seeing this, Feng Tianyu couldn't help but laugh. He took Ye Wanxi's hand and followed He Shunan towards the ancestral hall.

As He Shunan led the two men out, it was the time when the villagers finished their work and went home for dinner. They encountered many elders along the way.

These people greeted He Shun'an warmly, and some even asked Ye Wanxi and her companion a few more questions because they were unfamiliar with them.

Because of these people's greetings, He Shunan's tense face finally showed some smiles, but he did not mention Ye Wanxi and the other person's identities in much detail, just giving a few vague words about them.

Hejia Village has a small population and is located in a remote area, but it attaches great importance to ancestral halls, the places where ancestors and elders rest after death. The ancestral halls are very large and well-maintained.

Since it wasn't a major day for unified worship, there were basically no people in the ancestral hall.

He Shunan was a villager, so he personally led the group over. The person guarding the ancestral hall only asked a few questions before letting them in.

He Shunan's father had passed away a few years ago, and because of his relatively low generational status, he was placed in a more peripheral position.

He Shunan led the two to the urn and said directly, "This is my father."

In front of the urn is an oval-shaped recessed photo area about the size of an egg, on which is a photo of He Shunan's father when he was young.

After hearing He Shunan's words, Ye Wanxi moved closer to see the person in the picture clearly.

Because it was a black and white photo with low resolution, and because this person had a causal relationship with her, Ye Wanxi was unable to glean any important information from He Shunan's father's face.

Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a while, Feng Tianyu asked in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Can you figure anything out?"

Ye Wanxi shook her head.

Feng Tianyu was not surprised by the result. After a moment of silence, he tentatively suggested, "How about we try the Judge's Pen?"

Ye Wanxi's eyes brightened slightly. The Judge's Pen, also known as the Soul-Hooking Pen, was called that because it was once the magical artifact of a judge in the underworld.

The judge holds the Book of Life and Death, and can use his pen to write down the various aspects of a mortal's life before death and their punishment after death.

The mortal karma could deceive Ye Wanxi's eyes, but it couldn't deceive the judge's pen that wrote the Book of Life and Death.

(End of this chapter)