I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 90 Conch Brand Communication Device

After Cui Jue finished speaking, Si Wuxie asked, "That child... just died like that?"

Cui Jue shook his head. "No, no... But what follows is a story for another time. You can listen if you want, or you can ignore it if you don't."

Si Wuxie said, "Since you have nothing else to do, just keep telling me... But I have two more questions. First, what is Ji Sheng's real name? Second, where exactly is Huangliang City in the human world?"

Xia Changfeng stood to the side of Si Wuxie's chair, remaining silent for a long time.

He had no interest in listening to any of this, but this time he actually chimed in, "I have the same question... You can't have just made it up, can you?"

"The myriad aspects of life on the Dust-Covered Terrace are all real events that have occurred. How can you say I'm making things up?"

Cui Jue looked at the two people below, his expression frozen. "Ji Sheng, whose real name is 'Ji Shao Yi,' Huangliang City is located in..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly collapsed onto the table.

A face was pressed flat against the table, and the hands hung down naturally like a zombie, swaying left and right.

"Tsk, how come this wine takes effect at just the right moment?"

Si Wuxie grumbled in dissatisfaction, stood up, and blocked Xia Changfeng's steps as he was about to step forward to investigate.

"Just to be on the safe side, I added some seasoning to the bone-changing wine. He usually drinks a whole pot before getting drunk, but today he passed out after just three cups."

The fox smiled slyly, "He's not drunk, he's completely passed out."

Si Wuxie walked behind the desk, grabbed Cui Jue's shoulder, pulled him back, and slammed him against the back of the chair.

Cui Jue fell into a coma, her limbs were weak and powerless, and her body slowly slid off the chair to the ground.

Xia Changfeng thought Cui Jue was in the way because he was lying on the ground, so he kicked him under the table.

The two listened to the story with great interest, but they did not forget the purpose of their visit to the Judge Temple.

Now that Cui Jue has fallen, the unfinished story can be put aside for the time being. They should finish the task that Li Tingyun asked them to do first.

Si Wuxie and Xia Changfeng stood in front of the table, flipping through two notebooks on it.

Each book was as thick as a brick, so heavy that it could kill someone if picked up, so no one dared to touch it and disturb the myriad living beings.

Each page is as thin as a cicada's wing, and it is easy to break if you use the slightest force, so you handle it with utmost care, for life is so insignificant.

Each character is the size of a soybean, and looking at them for too long hurts my eyes. So, a quick glance is all I see of the masses.

Si Wuxie first looked at the Book of Life and Death.

He had seen Cui Jue fiddling with this thing before, and after trying to imitate it for a long time, he finally grasped its principles.

He used magic to turn the pages of the book and quickly found Li Tingyun's name.

"Heavens, his lifespan is only twelve years... What kind of divine punishment has he suffered..."

A casual remark left both of them stunned.

Twelve, divine retribution.

Xia Changfeng said slowly, "Actually... Ji Shaoyi might not be his real name, but rather a riddle that Cui Jue came up with."

If you remove the top stroke from the character "季", you get the character "李".

Si Wuxie also instantly realized this, which was truly unexpected and hard to believe.

"What Cui Jue just said, could it be... Li Tingyun's past life?"

Li Tingyun... he actually had such a tragic past?!

When he heard the story earlier, Si Wuxie thought it was just a dream, a mirage, and he felt a lot of pity and sympathy for the child in the story.

However, if someone told him that the child was Li Tingyun, he would not feel any empathy.

I just want to say one thing: there's always a reason why someone is pitiful.

No wonder he grew up to be so ruthless and crazy. It turns out he dared to kill his father and mother when he was a child. He was born evil and deserves to be punished by heaven and earth.

"If it really is Li Tingyun, then that would be a real problem."

Si Wuxie looked at another merit book on the table and said, "Just for killing his father and mother, he has squandered all his good karma. It will be extremely difficult to make up for it..."

Tampering with one's merits is no better than altering one's destiny or ruining one's luck.

Who knows if there will be a backlash? Or if other unexpected situations will arise?

What goes around comes around; in the end, the retribution will come back to haunt you.

Xia Changfeng pointed to the Book of Merits and said to Si Wuxie, "Check this as well."

He was a little puzzled, "What's the purpose of having all these tally marks drawn on the pages?"

"Of course it's for counting. The character '正' has five strokes, and the number 'five' symbolizes the harmony of yin and yang, and the formation of all things."

Si Wuxie explained to him, "The number of '正' characters represents the amount of merit. Merit is added stroke by stroke. At most, each person can get nine '正' characters. 'Nine' is the ultimate number in heaven, which means perfection."

As for how many good deeds one must do and how much merit one must accumulate to add to this list, he had no idea.

Sure enough, the blank line after Li Tingyun's name was even cleaner than his face.

Si Wuxie pondered, "Everything in the world rises and falls. Li Tingyun can't possibly accumulate good deeds out of thin air. We can only transfer other people's merits to him little by little and pray that we can get away with it."

He flipped through his own and found only a pitiful horizontal line.

I looked for Xia Changfeng's too; his situation was a little better, with one horizontal and one vertical line.

"..."

Si Wuxie was speechless. After thinking for a long time, he said, "You should contact Li Tingyun and see what he has to say."

Xia Changfeng took a palm-sized conch shell from his waist.

This thing was originally picked up from the beach of Penglai Island in the East China Sea. It was originally unremarkable and worthless, but after being crafted by the professional weapon-refining immortals of Taiji Hall, it became a communication magic weapon that could be used to communicate with each other - the first generation "conch machine".

(Highly recommended by the Taiji Hall R&D team:)

This device is ready to use immediately, with no delays or phone bills. The signal is unaffected by severe weather or complex terrain, and you can even communicate normally in the underworld!

It allows you to make private phone calls, chat in groups to gossip, punch and kick the teleportation talisman, and even kick the image-recording bead. For only 998, you can take it home! Come to Tai Chi Hall, and we'll give it to you for free!

(Heh... *handprints mouth*)

Li Tingyun didn't have this kind of conch shell on him before, and he had to ask Wangcai to run errands to call Xia Changfeng to the area.

It wasn't that Li Tingyun disdained to bring this thing, but rather that he simply didn't know the Taiji Palace even had such a thing.

The "conch machine" was invented by the people below; the employees don't involve the boss. Ultimately, this is a matter of corporate culture.