In the courtyard of a typical Jiangnan water town landlord residence, the death rushes to the sky. Deep in the courtyard, Yuan Qingwei looked at the bookshelf in front of him with interest.

"Senior, we are all here!" A handsome young man stood in front of Yuan Qingwei, but his trembling expression made people look down upon him.

After looking at him, Yuan Qingwei picked up a volume of secrets and read the records about the Heavenly Court according to the catalogue.

‘It’s broken here again! It seems that the man really doesn’t want anyone to find the information of the heavenly court in the past!’ Yuan Qing frowned slightly, turned the secret message in his hand to the front, and checked it page by page from the beginning, trying to find the traces of the heavenly court from the side.

"Senior!" The moment Yuan Qing frowned slightly, the young man's legs became weak and collapsed on the ground, fear spreading his cheeks. Suddenly he thought of something and hurriedly said, "Senior, our lineage is actually a branch of the earthly land, and there are still some records about the underworld here."

As he said that, the young man found a book from a pile of secret books and handed it to Yuan Qingwei.

After Yuan Qingwei took it, he was a little surprised that the family where the young man was located was just a small family of corpse refining. The reason why Yuan Qingwei was causing trouble was that they foolishly hit Yuan Qingwei on the head.

It would be fine if he didn't see it, but when he saw it, Yuan Qingwei didn't mind sending the family to the underworld in advance.

The young man in front of him was the first person to find something wrong and knelt in front of Yuan Qingwei begging for mercy. Yuan Qingwei also wanted to see the collection of this family, so he spared his life. However, he seemed to be frightened by his way of dealing with some of their elders just now, and paid great attention to his every move and interpreted it too much.

So much so that he hadn't asked anything yet, the young man just told all kinds of secrets.

Speaking of which, it is also a misfortune for the family. Before the Ming Dynasty, several ancestors in the family worked in the Yinsi. Accumulating virtue and doing good deeds is a family motto, and they are also famous in the world of cultivation. Unfortunately, most of the magic they inherited requires the power of the Yinsi ancestors. After the underworld disappeared, their inheritance was considered aborted.

In the early Ming Dynasty, we could still rely on our past family background and several senior seniors to suppress and maintain some face skills. However, as the family foundation was consumed, the newcomers were promoted and the aristocratic families without a new path of wealth were becoming more and more biased.

After the establishment of the Great Qing Kingdom, they had completely forgotten their ancestral teachings and embarked on the path of refining human wax figures and selling them.

Yuan Qingwei shook his head secretly and continued to read the books in his hand, which recorded a lot of interesting information.

For example, the method of going to the underworld of the living people, some tips for avoiding the pursuit of impermanence, and even finding the prototype of their method of refining human wax figures.

These things seem useless, but for Yuan Qingwei, it is also a kind of information that can reversely deduce the operation rules of the underworld in the past. It also has a certain reference for him to improve his three-talent system.

"Is there anything useful?" Yuan Qingwei asked after visiting the young man calmly.

"Practical things... useful things..." The young man's forehead was sweating coldly, and he always felt that Yuan Qingwei looked at his eyes a bit like looking at a dead person. He thought about it for a while before he spoke: "There is another thing! It is information related to the elixir of immortality, which is basically confirmed."

"Oh?" Yuan Qingwei became a little interested. Most of the so-called immortal elixirs in the world are used to deceive people. If there is something of that level, it will inevitably have various restrictions and is definitely not something that ordinary people can take. But the meaning of the young man in front of him seems to have been taken by ordinary people. He was a little curious and asked, "Who has taken it?"

"Qin Shihuang!"

"Are you teasing me?" Yuan Qing's expression changed slightly. Although the world was different, Qin Shihuang in this world had a clear record and was already dead.

"That's not like this..." When the young man saw Yuan Qingwei's face change, he was so scared that he hurriedly told the things that followed. Although he was a bit confused, it was enough for Yuan Qingwei to piece together the beginning and end of the matter.

It turns out that the news that Qin Shihuang was not dead was spread from the underworld, and it was passed down by word of mouth by word of mouth in all generations. Although some people didn't care, they had to make an oath in front of the spiritual throne of their ancestors when they heard this news, so they had not been spread.

According to the young man, Qin Shihuang did not die back then. He was just plotted against, turned into a stone statue, and sealed somewhere. There are families loyal to the First Emperor in the world. These families have been pursuing ways to lift the seal, and families like the young man who are related to the underworld have the obligation to chase and kill these families.

‘Why is this statement so familiar?’ Yuan Qing thought about it for a moment and found a logical "full score" story from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

‘Shangri-La?’ Yuan Qingwei recalled the plot of the story and couldn’t help but turn his attention to Tibet.

"Ex...sen, I've told you everything I know. Can I leave?"

"Of course you can leave! But..." Yuan Qing nodded slightly, and then said a little playful: "I remember you said that you made an oath in front of the spiritual throne of our ancestors and would never tell the news about Qin Shihuang, right?"

“Yes…yes…yes!”

"Yeah!" Yuan Qing nodded with a smile, and asked again: "So, when you made a vow, you once said, what would be the consequence of violating?"

The young man's pupils contracted and he covered his mouth to stop him, but the words still erupted from his mouth.

"If you violate your oath, you will be hit by five thunder in the sky and die without a place to bury it."

"That's it!" Yuan Qing smiled: "It just so happens that I have fair authority, so I don't have to let your ancestors clean up the portal by themselves."

After saying that, lightning appeared, accompanied by the young man's painful screams, only a little bit of ashes remained in front of Yuan Qingwei.

"Okay! The last one is dead too! You can leave with confidence!"

Yuan Qingwei looked at the seven or eight twelve-year-old boys and girls around him. As he spoke, his hands appeared to wash away their resentment. But one of the teenagers seemed a little angry and opened his mouth to Yuan Qingwei. His remarks also resonated with the boys and girls around him, and tried to make conditions for Yuan Qingwei.

Yuan Qingwei listened for a while and said coldly: "I just saw you pitiful, so that you could watch these evil people die. As for the crimes committed by your parents, you will naturally have the number of days to reduce your blessings and longevity. You are not qualified to do the way for heaven. Let me rotate it!"

After saying that, he flipped his palm and strands of clear and saint aura fell, sending these young men and women into the cycle of reincarnation.

He stood up and collected the property here, and Yuan Qingwei burned down another big fire in this place full of sins.
Chapter completed!