Chapter 80: We Are Your Ancestors

Chapter 80: We Are Your Ancestors

Unfortunately, Heaven did not hear his inner plea, and things still moved toward the worst possible outcome.

Realman Qingxuan entrusted White Impermanence to investigate, and after some thought White Impermanence agreed.

He left the vortex of yin energy and returned only a few minutes later.

“According to the records in the Book of Life and Death, Qin Jie did indeed die at Bai Jia’s hands.”

Realman Qingxuan said, “This case is too old. The evidence proving Bai Jia as the murderer is probably long gone. Without evidence, it is basically impossible to proceed through mortal administrative procedures. I will contact Mr. Yu Jianlong, then file the case with the Celestial Masters Alliance.”

Pei Ye said, “The two people who helped Bai Jia alter his fate should also be monitored by the Celestial Masters Alliance.”

Realman Qingxuan said, “Stealing life and changing fate is a forbidden evil art. Once discovered, the Celestial Masters Alliance will hunt them down relentlessly.”

Pei Ye asked, “Do you need my help?”

White Impermanence and Realman Qingxuan had arrived late and did not see the true faces of the couple claiming to be Bai Jia’s parents.

Realman Qingxuan said, “Of course we do.”

Pei Ye once again “borrowed” Qin Jie’s memory and pulled up the image of that couple.

Realman Qingxuan: “???”

This can even be done?

Wait.

Soul searching is also forbidden in the Celestial Masters world!

Realman Qingxuan quickly had no time left to worry about it.

“Holy shit!!!”

Realman Qingxuan nearly jumped in place.

But he quickly remembered he was a senior master and needed to maintain dignity. He could not curse casually.

He forced himself to suppress the urge to shout obscenities, his face turning dark and stiff as if he might suffocate.

White Impermanence reacted even more strongly. The Soul Binding Chain in his hand rattled violently.

Pei Ye looked at them in confusion.

“What is wrong?”

Realman Qingxuan took several deep breaths, gradually regaining his unfathomable expert demeanor.

“These two are escaped evil ghosts from the Eighteenth Layer of Hell, extremely cunning. We have not been able to catch their true identities.”

“Escaped evil ghosts from the Eighteenth Layer of Hell?”

“Yes. That is old history from more than twenty years ago.”

In simple terms, over twenty years ago Fengdu fell into chaos, and evil ghosts from the Eighteenth Layer of Hell broke through the Gate of Ghosts and entered the human world to wreak havoc.

Fengdu reinforced its forces to capture them, but too many escaped.

The Celestial Masters Alliance and Fengdu have been working together for years, and even now there are still fugitives at large.

These so called “Bai Jia’s parents” are two of those escaped evil ghosts.

“I heard that evil ghosts sentenced to the Eighteenth Layer of Hell are all extremely wicked. Why would they help Bai Jia steal a life?”

Ye Wei was trembling, but as a professional, her curiosity could not be restrained.

Evil ghosts would not help humans without reason.

It would already be good if they did not exploit the living endlessly.

Pei Ye’s cold gaze fell on Bai Jia, causing him to shiver and instinctively shrink back.

“This question should be asked to Bai Jia himself.”

Bai Jia said in suppressed fear, “I know nothing!”

Pei Ye reached toward him, a cold smile curling at her lips.

“If you refuse to speak, I will find out myself.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

Pei Ye said, “Look into your memories. Let me see whether the great movie emperor is acting, or whether you truly do not remember.”

“No—”

Bai Jia had already seen Pei Ye’s abilities. She could even search a ghost’s memories, let alone a living person.

This was not something he could stop by refusing.

Pei Ye activated her mental domain, and the surrounding space transformed once again into Bai Jia’s memories.

Bai Jia’s childhood was extremely difficult.

His father was a useless alcoholic and gambler without stable work. He occasionally did odd jobs at construction sites. When he had no money for cigarettes or alcohol, he would violently beat his wife, demand money from her, or scam relatives for cash.

All valuable items in the house had already been stolen and sold by him.

Bai Jia’s mother could not endure this life and left decisively.

After she left, the father did not reflect. Instead, he believed she was greedy and despised poverty.

When drunk, he would shout about killing people and killing all women.

“Women are trash. I will kill them all sooner or later!”

When he had nowhere to vent his rage, he used Bai Jia as an outlet, beating and insulting him.

While doing so, he constantly brainwashed him, saying all misfortune came from women.

“You are just like your mother, trash!”

“You little beast, what are you looking at!”

“If you keep looking at me, I will dig out your eyes with a kitchen knife!”

When drunk, the father nearly strangled Bai Jia to death, still holding a rusty kitchen knife, repeatedly almost hacking him.

He poured all his violence and darkness onto his young son every day.

Neighbors initially tried to intervene, but after too many times, they grew used to it and watched coldly.

“Did you steal my money?”

“You little animal, just like your mother, trash!”

“I will beat you to death!”

Bai Jia later entered the best junior high school in town with excellent grades, and as a poor student many fees were waived.

However, there was still a two hundred yuan textbook and miscellaneous fee that could not be waived.

To continue studying, Bai Jia gathered courage and secretly took the two hundred yuan while his father was drunk.

On the first day of school, he happily returned home holding new textbooks.

What awaited him was not a warm meal, but a violent drunk father holding a kitchen knife.

Perhaps driven by survival instinct, after a chaotic struggle, Bai Jia regained clarity.

At the same time, he fell into a deeper nightmare.

Panting heavily, he held a kitchen knife covered in flesh and blood. His drunken father, who had caused him countless traumas, lay in a pool of blood. Half his body hung on the bed, half fell to the floor, blood and flesh scattered across the dark room.

Bai Jia trembled in fear, but still tightened his grip on the knife.

“This is not my fault—”

“I did not want to kill you…”

“…but I do not want to die…”

He muttered, trying to reduce his guilt.

The next second, a third voice sounded in the empty room.

“Yes, it is not your fault.”

Bai Jia shuddered violently and looked toward the source of the voice.

In the previously empty dark corner, two figures appeared.

These two figures were none other than the “parents of Bai Jia” from Qin Jie’s memory, the escaped evil ghosts.

“Who are you?”

Bai Jia felt the air turn freezing cold, making him tremble uncontrollably.

The two shadows stepped out of the darkness.

At the moment he saw them clearly, Bai Jia knew they were not living humans.

Their faces were deathly pale, their eyes completely black without whites, and their toes slightly lifted off the ground.

This eerie sight filled the young Bai Jia with terror.

He gripped the kitchen knife tightly, retreating until his back hit the dirty wall and he had nowhere left to go.

“We are your ancestors!”