Chapter 82 Do you think I shouldn't meddle in the affairs of these lovesick men and women?
Feng Jin naturally reached out and took his phone from her slightly cool fingertips.
His movements were very light; his fingertips brushed against her fingertips unintentionally, bringing a subtle tactile sensation.
Shen Yuepo's fingers twitched almost imperceptibly.
Feng Jin seemed completely unaware, simply looking down and casually swiping the screen with his thumb.
"Of course," he replied without looking up.
"Shen Tu has ordered the craftsmen to replicate the internet in the mortal realm." He tapped the screen with his slender fingers.
Shen Yuepo could clearly see that the signal bars at the top of the screen were full.
However, the signal indicator displayed "Ghost 5G".
"Those old fogies in the Industrial Construction Department spent a few days tinkering and created a Netherworld Communication Network covering the core area, and also connected it to the human internet."
He looked up at Shen Yuepo, waved his phone, and a smile that could captivate the world curled at the corner of his lips:
“I didn’t follow you around in the mortal realm for nothing.”
As Shen Yuepo listened to Feng Jin's professional explanation of the "Netherworld Knowledge Network," his expression froze for a moment.
A rare hint of bewilderment appeared in her usually cool eyes.
The underworld...is it connected to the internet? Or is it a self-developed intranet?
This "tech illiterate" woman, who couldn't even unlock her phone just two weeks ago, is now skillfully demonstrating to her how to order Meng Po soup delivery using the Youming APP.
At that moment, several ghost messengers carrying tablets floated past outside the hall, their screens flashing the words "The Book of Life and Death is being synchronized in the cloud."
This absurd scene inexplicably exudes a strange harmony.
“It’s hard to imagine,” Shen Yuepo said softly, “that just half a month ago someone asked me if my phone was a magical artifact…”
Feng Jin raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at Chen Yuepo: "How is it?"
His deliberately drawn-out tone carried a hint of subtle pride: "My learning ability is passable?"
This straightforward question, coupled with his inherently dignified face, created such a strong contrast that Shen Yuepo was momentarily speechless.
She rarely praised him, saying, "The Emperor is exceptionally gifted."
At that moment, the invisible barrier outside the door rippled slightly.
A respectful voice reported in: "Your Majesty—"
The slight smugness on Feng Jin's face vanished instantly, replaced by his usual dignified demeanor.
With a wave of his wide sleeve, the restrictions on the palace gates were lifted: "Speak."
"Your Excellency Shen Tu, I have come to report," the ghost messenger kneeling outside the door said with awe, "there is news regarding the soul of Jiang Yubai that you ordered to be thoroughly investigated."
Shen Yuepo's mind stirred slightly.
Jiang Yubai?
Why did Feng Jin specifically ask Shen Tu to investigate his ghost?
The ghost messenger's voice continued: "Jiang Yubai just entered the underworld yesterday, but..."
The ghost messenger swallowed non-existent saliva. "His soul is severely damaged, his soul fire is almost extinguished, yet he stubbornly refuses to drink the Meng Po soup. Whenever he sees a ghost messenger, he shouts, 'I won't reincarnate! I want to find a ghost!'"
Feng Jin: "Where is he now?"
"Your Majesty, because he disobeyed orders three times and refused to be disciplined, he has been temporarily detained in the Soul Condensation Prison to prevent his soul from completely disintegrating."
Soul-Sealing Prison?
Shen Yuepo's heart sank slightly.
That was a place in the underworld used to temporarily stabilize souls on the verge of dissipation. The environment was cold and desolate, and although it could condense souls, it was not a good place.
After listening, Feng Jin ordered in a deep voice, "Bring him here."
"Yes!" the ghost messenger replied immediately.
"Wait." Feng Jin's voice rang out again, "Investigate another soul—Xiao Wanxing."
He paused slightly, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over Chen Yuepo, "Check if this soul has entered the cycle of reincarnation."
"I will obey Your Majesty's decree immediately!"
The ghost messenger's figure had just disappeared outside the hall when Shen Yuepo's gaze fell on Feng Jin, who was still looking down at his phone.
“Feng Jin,” she began, “why are you searching for the souls of Jiang Yubai and Xiao Wanxing?”
Upon hearing this, Feng Jin did not immediately look up.
He seemed to tap the screen a few times with his thumb, as if sending a message.
After doing all this, he slowly raised his eyes to look at Shen Yuepo, "Xiao Wanxing's matter is ultimately the result of Mingye's approach to Shen Yurou."
His voice was low and calm, "If it weren't for the evil spirits of the underworld, Xiao Wanxing wouldn't have died, and Jiang Yubai wouldn't be in this situation either."
"Since you gave him a soul-protecting talisman to keep his remnant soul from dissipating and allow him to enter the underworld, it means that his life was not meant to end, and it can be considered that he is destined to be with you and me."
Shen Yuepo's heart stirred slightly.
Feng Jin continued casually, "In that case, I'll just grant him and Xiao Wanxing a happy ending."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo was completely stunned.
From a young age, she read countless esoteric texts. The ancient books described the Emperor of Fengdu as majestic and ruthless, who held the power of life and death without mercy.
But the Feng Jin in front of her, who knows how to use a mobile phone, teases her, and even helps others get married, is completely different from the legendary image.
Feng Jin looked at Chen Yuepo's stunned expression and raised an eyebrow: "What are you looking at me for?"
Shen Yuepo blurted out, as if possessed, "Feng Jin..."
Her usually cool voice carried a rare hint of hesitation, "You wouldn't... be secretly working as a matchmaker, would you?"
The air froze the moment the words left his mouth.
Feng Jin's dark golden eyes narrowed suddenly, a dangerous glint flashing in them: "The Matchmaker?"
He slowly stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow in front of Shen Yuepo, carrying an invisible sense of oppression.
“Chen Yuepo,” his voice was low and carried a hint of danger, “do you think I shouldn’t meddle in the affairs of these lovesick men and women?”
Shen Yuepo: "..."
Seeing his face darken instantly, she belatedly realized that she seemed to have... angered this big shot in front of her.
Feng Jin looked at her silent expression and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
He flicked his wide sleeves and said in a cold voice, "Very well. Since it's none of my business, then I won't interfere."
He addressed the outside of the hall, his voice clearly penetrating the protective barrier: "Guards! Proclaim my imperial decree..."
Shen Yuepo's heart skipped a beat.
Jiang Yubai and Xiao Wanxing's plight had already stirred her compassion.
Even now, Jiang Yubai's soul is so damaged that he still clings to his obsession, and Xiao Wanxing has died an innocent and tragic death.
She also hoped that they could have a happy ending.
In the heat of the moment, Shen Yuepo barely had time to think before her body reacted.
She suddenly reached out and grabbed Feng Jin's wrist.
Feng Jin's voice abruptly stopped.
He lowered his head, his dark golden pupils filled with a hint of astonishment, and looked at the hand that was tightly gripping his.
Shen Yuepo was also stunned, as if he had just realized what he had done.
A surge of heat rushed to her cheeks, and she instinctively wanted to let go, but thinking of Jiang Yubai and Xiao Wanxing, she forced herself to hold back.
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