While Duan Yunfei was slightly stunned, I pointed at the blood letter and said, "This story is obviously not finished, so someone must continue it. The most suitable person to continue the story is the original author."
Duan Yunfei's face darkened slightly as he asked, "You mean, the person who wrote the story is at the Hell Gate?"
"Even if he's not at Hell's Gate, the story that follows must be related to Hell's Gate." I said calmly, "Hasn't the story been written? What did the roasted head look at in the end? What that person wanted to write about could be a person or an object. You should go back and find out who that person is!"
"Asshole!" Duan Yunfei slapped the table with his palm, leaving a wide crack. "You are trying to sow discord!"
I smiled and said, "I'm just stating a fact. It's your business whether you find it or not. It has nothing to do with me. I'm bored. I'm going to go back to sleep."
I took Xiao Baitang and walked into another room. The original house could no longer be used, so we had to find another place.
Xiao Baitang and Ye Jin searched the room carefully, but I just sat at the table thinking about something.
After Ye Jin felt that there was nothing wrong with the house, he spoke up: "Zhaozi, what do you think about this matter? Is what Lin Jingyuan said true?"
I said in a deep voice, "That witch should not have lied to us, and she has shown her sincerity in cooperating. If she doesn't want to seek cooperation, at least she has some ways to force us to submit."
Ye Jin exclaimed: "Is that blood letter really that evil? This is too..."
I said solemnly, "If I'm not mistaken, the ghost realm is actually a trap created by a powerful being who is proficient in fate. Here, everything written in the blood book represents the way of heaven."
Ye Jin didn't understand: "What do you mean?"
"Let me put it this way!" I explained as simply as I could, "What is the only thing in the world that cannot be avoided? Only fate. When fate comes, no one can escape it, even if you are a god or an immortal."
"Even if some fate-tampering masters can postpone the disaster or resolve it, what is coming will still come." I pointed at Xiao Baitang and said, "We were all in the house at the beginning, but no one could sense the invasion of the spirit. What does this mean? It can only mean that what came in was not a spirit, but something else that is more terrifying."
After I finished speaking, I pointed out the window and said, "Look outside. There were so many experts trying to stop the waiter, and the fight was going on outside, but who allowed the other party to stay for even a second?"
"The waiter didn't represent a ghost, but a calamity. No one can stop the arrival of the calamity, especially the master who used the pure yang finger force to ignite the talisman. His actions were equivalent to going against the will of heaven, so he was retaliated by the way of heaven and lost one of his arms."
"This..." Ye Jin said, "You're talking too much, aren't you? According to what you said, whoever gets the red pen is equivalent to the god of this world, right? He can kill anyone he wants to kill."
"No!" I waved my hands and said, "No one in this world can replace the way of heaven, even in a space isolated from the rest of the world. Besides, the place we are in is not some alien space."
I said in a deep voice: "Sun Xiaomei's words are actually the best proof. Sun Xiaomei hates me to the core. If she gets the blood letter, she will definitely write my name on it. The reason why she can't write my name is because she can't act on behalf of the way of heaven, so she can only draw a range."
"If I'm not mistaken, those two fortune tellers were destined to be torn into pieces. Sun Xiaomei's words brought this fate forward, so those two people died under the swords."
I turned around and said, "The reason why I'm fine is either because I wasn't destined to be hacked to pieces, or because we hadn't landed yet and weren't within the range controlled by the blood book."
"Hiss—" Ye Jin said, "You mean, those things that were written down are targeting people with bad luck. Then what we two just did..."
I said in a deep voice, "We both almost had our tendons cut just now, which is also a kind of calamity. My grandfather calculated that I have a calamity in my life. He didn't tell me how serious it is, but I guess it won't be too light."
"We were able to escape the disaster thanks to Xiao Baitang's amulet. I only targeted one sheep at the time, so the death of one person was enough, and the other party chose to change their target."
I paused for a moment and said, "Of course, this is just my guess. It will take time to verify whether it is right or not. In fact, I have always been suspicious of Lin Jingyuan's real motives."
Ye Jin asked: "What do you mean?"
I said slowly, "Mama Dou said that the reason why Xuanjing Division and Hell Gate sent experts into the ghost domain was because they suspected that the ghost domain was hiding the true "Wuxiang Zhenjie". According to the information we have now, Zhan Wuxiang is the master of the Half-Life Dao vein. And I am the heir of the ghost vein."
“Once the Half-Life Dao inheritance collides, it may be easier to verify whether this is the secret burial place left by Zhan Wuxiang.”
After hearing this, Ye Jin said, "Doesn't that mean that as long as you are here, we will be safe?"
"Perhaps it's even more dangerous." I said in a deep voice, "No one knows what kind of grudges and disputes happened between the nine half-life veins back then. Maybe the nine veins were killing each other."
"Moreover, all signs indicate that the secret burial site left by Zhan Wuxiang belongs only to his descendants. Even if I am also a disciple of the Half-Life Dao, in front of the secret burial site left by Zhan Wuxiang, I am still an intruder, and can even be considered a thief. Will Zhan Wuxiang give us such an opportunity?"
Ye Jin's face changed, and he hesitated and said, "Zhao Zi, there is something I don't know whether I should say... Sometimes when traveling in the martial arts world, you should weigh the pros and cons. If necessary, I think it is better to cooperate with the other party. After leaving the ghost realm, we can still fight them with swords."
I nodded and said, "I know that. But I can't be sure whether my guess is right or not. If we rashly cooperate with an opponent who is several times stronger than us at this time, it may not be a good thing."
Ye Jin nodded and said, "That's true. I also think that Lin Jingyuan still has some strength left. It's Duan Yunfei who is a little panicked. Did you deliberately set a thorn in Duan Yunfei's side just now?"
"Yes and no." I turned around and said, "Cunning people are bound to be suspicious. They often think about many things. Even if I don't say it, they will find reasons to interrogate their subordinates. I just gave him a reason. And..."
I paused for a moment and said, "Besides, I also want to know who wrote that paragraph. Why did he write it like that? I can understand why Sun Xiaomei wrote about the fortune teller, because her purpose was to kill me. But why did the person who wrote about the two-legged sheep do that? Could it be that he wanted to kill one of them?"
Xiao Baitang suddenly said, "What if the person holding the red pen can guarantee his immortality by writing a story?"
Ye Jin and I looked at Xiao Baitang at the same time. Xiao Baitang was startled. "Why are you looking at me? Did I say something wrong?"
"That's right! Why didn't I think of that?" I really didn't think of that.
I suddenly opened the door and said, "Duan Yunfei, Lin Jingyuan, among the people you brought with you, has anyone experienced a mission like 'roasting a whole lamb'? Find that person, the blood letter must have come from his hand."
Duan Yunfei said coldly: "Wu Zhao, what do you mean?"
I said in a deep voice, "If what I said is true, then the person who wrote the blood letter has already experienced the disaster in the story. The disaster under the same circumstances will not happen to the same person again, so no matter who will die after the blood letter appears, the person who wrote the book will definitely live."
Lin Jingyuan was furious: "Wu Zhao, you bastard!"
Duan Yunfei's face suddenly darkened: "If anyone says that Wu Zhao is not good at conspiracy, I will be the first to disagree. Your Excellency's simple words have caused our team of dozens of people to fall apart in an instant. I admire you, I really admire you!"
"Maybe it's a good thing!" I sneered and closed the door again.
Ye Jin looked at me with a strange expression on his face: "Zhao Zi, you've gone too far this time."
I shook my head and said, "It's not that I'm playing big, but they don't trust each other at all. I just stated the fact that 'whoever gets the red pen and blood letter will live.'"
Members of a group often think in the same way. Duan Yunfei and Lin Jingyuan are both people who can sacrifice their subordinates for victory at will. If they get the red pen and blood letter, they will definitely sacrifice their companions without hesitation, and the same goes for their subordinates.
If those people could originally unite under the constraints of Duan Yunfei and Lin Jingyuan to face the outside world, now they are wary of each other, and may even kill each other for a chance of survival when the red ink and blood letter appear.
Whether the situation can be controlled depends on the methods of Duan Yunfei and Lin Jingyuan.
Not long after that, I heard people from Hell Gate and Xuanjing Division coming out of the guest rooms one after another. Someone came to our door, knocked on it and said, "Mr. Wu, our hall master invites you to the restaurant for a chat."
I responded calmly: "Tell Lin Jingyuan that I'll be there soon."
I know what Lin Jingyuan and the others want to do. They just want to gather everyone in the restaurant. In this way, everyone can monitor each other, and no matter who gets the red-brush letter in their hands, it will be discovered at the first moment.
This is the dumbest, but also the most effective way.
This time, Lin Jingyuan would never allow anyone to stay in the room, even if she wanted to cooperate with me. (To be continued)