Pei Yan pursed his lips slightly, sighed softly, and said slowly, "I know you very well. If I really had to entrust Ruan Ruan to someone, I would prefer that person to be you."
He paused, his gaze softening, and said, "I've raised her since she was born. Although I didn't take care of Ruanruan much as she grew older, and she mostly grew up on her own, she is still my sister. I can't really watch her suffer and be unhappy. But I still hope that she chooses you according to her own wishes. Do you understand what I mean?"
After listening to his words, Yan Wenjing remained silent for a moment, then nodded, "I know."
Pei Yan smiled faintly and said softly, "I came here today to tell you that Tang Yun and I are planning to go back."
Upon hearing this, Yan Wenjing looked surprised and frowned, asking, "So soon? Weren't you supposed to stay in the underworld for a while?"
Pei Yan chuckled, his eyes filled with doting affection and pride, "Seeing that she's doing quite well now, I won't get in her way anymore."
After hearing his words, Yan Wenjing remained silent for a moment, then produced a jar of wine in his hand. "I got this wine by chance before, but I haven't had time to drink it. It's been a long time since we drank together. Since we're leaving, let's have a drink before we go."
Pei Yan stared at him for a while, then said, "Okay."
The two drank quite a bit and talked a lot, and in the end they were both a little tipsy.
Before leaving, Pei Yan patted Yan Wenjing on the shoulder and said, "Remember what I said."
Yan Wenjing, having drunk too much, had a somewhat dark look in her eyes, and assured him, "Don't worry, I won't forget."
Pei Yan had just told him with a serious expression: "Only when she brings you to me will I truly approve of your relationship."
Pei Yan and Tang Yun left the underworld with the child, but Yan Wenjing did not feel any relief. He pressed his temples, stared out the window, and remained motionless for a long time, seemingly lost in thought.
After a while, the Book of Life and Death appeared out of thin air in front of Yan Wenjing, and he made some simple modifications to it.
He poured his spiritual energy into every stroke, yet it was still extremely difficult.
As he wrote, dark clouds suddenly filled the sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder.
Yan Wenjing ascended to heaven and used his spiritual power to thicken the barrier around the entire underworld.
After a while, Yan Wenjing's face was a little pale, but he still walked into the Yama's Palace with his posture upright.
If Fan Wujiu hadn't rushed out, and Yan Wenjing hadn't been a little slower than usual in dodging, he wouldn't have bumped into Fan Wujiu.
Xie Bi'an lagged behind and, seeing Fan Wujiu nearly collide with Yama, was startled and tried to stop him. But seeing that Yama had dodged, he respectfully called out, "Yama!"
Fan Wujiu had no idea what had just happened. He was startled to find that he had almost bumped into the King of Hell. He immediately called out respectfully, "King of Hell, I didn't mean to."
Yan Wenjing simply responded with a faint "Mm".
Then we went to the side hall.
Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu respectfully watched Yama leave before exiting the Yama Palace.
Not far from the Yama King's Palace, Xie Bi'an asked, "Don't you feel that something is wrong with the Yama King?"
Fan Wujiu, looking completely bewildered, asked, "What's wrong?"
Xie Bi'an rolled his eyes at him, then analyzed, "Your speed isn't fast, but given Yama's abilities, he would have dodged to the side long before you bumped into him, or you would have flown to some unknown corner. But today, Yama was almost hit by you. Even though you still managed to dodge, you were clearly a second or two late. Other ghosts might not notice, but based on my understanding of Yama over the years, he's probably acting strangely today. Moreover, when Yama passed by just now, I vaguely smelled a faint scent of blood. It wasn't strong, but I'm absolutely certain I didn't mishear it."
Fan Wujiu looked shocked. "Huh? You're kidding, right? The King of Hell is injured? I might believe it if it were anyone else! But there aren't many people in the world who could hurt him."
Xie Bi'an stroked his chin, deep in thought. "That's why it's strange, but I don't think I was wrong just now."
Fan Wujiu had a sudden inspiration, and his eyes lit up. "Ask Judge Cui. He spends a lot of time with King Yama. Maybe he knows?"
Immediately after Fan Wujiu said this, he sent a message to Judge Cui: "Judge Cui, since you're by King Yama's side, do you know that King Yama is injured?"
Judge Cui replied after a while: 【No, King Yama just finished drinking with Prince Pei Yan. It couldn't have been Prince Pei Yan who did it, could it?】
Upon receiving this news, Fan Wujiu was shocked and abruptly looked up at Xie Bi'an, exclaiming, "Holy crap! The King of Hell's injury was inflicted by His Highness Pei Yan!"
Xie Bi'an: "???"
What did he hear?
Was the King of Hell injured by Prince Pei Yan?
Why??
After Fan Wujiu finished speaking, he continued, "Let me ask Meng Po what's going on. Aren't King Yama and Prince Pei Yan always very close? How could they have really fought, and fought like this! Besides, if we're really comparing them, King Yama and Prince Pei Yan should be evenly matched. How could King Yama be so badly injured?"
Xie Bi'an vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't seem to find a reason to refute it. Fan Wujiu's words were exactly what he found strange. He could only wait and see what Meng Po had to say.
I always felt that Meng Po knew things they didn't.
Fan Wujiu: [Meng Po, we just encountered King Yama in the Yama King's Palace. King Yama seemed to be injured. I asked Judge Cui, and Judge Cui said he was beaten by Prince Pei Yan. Aren't Prince Pei Yan and King Yama on good terms? What happened between them?]
Meng Po replied quickly, almost immediately after Fan Wujiu's message: 【The fighting has only just started?】
Fan Wujiu: [...]
Fan Wujiu: [Meng Po, what do you mean by that? Do you know something? Tell me quickly!]
Meng Po: [You little kid, don't ask such questions.]
Fan Wujiu: "..."
Regardless of how old he was when he was alive, he's been a ghost for over a thousand years!
What a child!
Who's the child!
He's over a thousand years old! What couldn't he know?!
Seeing Fan Wujiu's angry expression, Xie Bi'an asked, "What's wrong?"
Fan Wujiu said with a frustrated expression, "Meng Po wouldn't tell me! She even said I'm just a child and shouldn't ask questions! Am I a child? How am I a child?!"
Xie Bi'an: "..."
I didn't realize it before, but now I do feel it a bit.
Xie Bi'an: "How about I take a look?"
Fan Wujiu shoved the phone into Xie Bi'an's arms. "Here you go."
After reading Meng Po's reply, Xie Bi'an's suspicions were confirmed once again.
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