Chapter 49: Beginning of the Yang World Blessed Land

“Doctor, wake up.”

“The inspector’s appointment is here.”

Wu Xian pushed himself up from the desk, barely standing.

For some reason.

His body was utterly exhausted, joints aching, his mind foggy and heavy, like staying up all night reading novels only to realize it was already noon the next day and he wanted to sleep.

After standing up.

Wu Xian’s vision gradually sharpened.

“That old woman was a long-tongued ghost trying to strangle me—I cut out her tongue, and while she rolled on the ground, I chopped off her head…”

【Please complete this psychiatric evaluation. You have the authority to determine the prisoner’s mental state. If you judge him mentally ill, he will be confined to a special prison. If you judge him sane, he will be executed.】

Logically, psychiatric patients should come to the doctor’s office—but now Wu Xian must seek out the patient himself. Perhaps this patient is part of the danger within this blessed land.

“The younger woman was a slit-mouthed ghost—she had incredible vitality. I stabbed her over a dozen times before killing her. Even though she begged me, I couldn’t let her out to harm others.”

But Wu Xian’s attention wasn’t on her.

Is judicial evaluation in this world this crude?

A man’s life hangs in the balance, yet only one doctor conducts the evaluation, supervised by one inspector? This is far too reckless, far too childish.

But if all these descriptions were applied to malevolent spirits…

“There was also a child spirit trying to escape—I…”

The inspector cursed.

If his wording described a human, he’d be a cold-blooded serial killer without doubt.

“Huh… not in Li Hen Tian.”

Wu Xian’s expression froze.

“Murdered a family of four—elderly, woman, children. The method was exceptionally brutal. The scene was too horrific to look at. But due to regulations, I can’t reveal the identities of the killer or the victims.”

“I didn’t kill people—I killed malevolent spirits!”

This item is his only current means of survival—he must prepare it in advance.

The voice that woke him belonged to a slender, beautiful nurse. She held a stack of files, urging Wu Xian with a clear, melodious, pure, and captivating tone.

Finally, Wu Xian began to wonder what his patient would look like.

The prisoner described the crime scene in great detail: four victims, each with a clear cause and appearance of death.

“I knew it—you’re a good doctor, you wouldn’t be fooled by this man’s lies. Now he can’t escape justice—he’ll only face execution!”

The guards led the prisoner out of the interrogation room.

Wu Xian rubbed his forehead in frustration.

【Please focus on playing your role. Do not act beyond your character’s Sheding .】

The man had half-curled hair, a calm and composed expression, and bloodshot eyes that had fixed on Wu Xian since he entered.

At least give me a tutorial!

“I only said he has no mental illness—I didn’t say he’s not lying.”

Two others were in the room.

The inspector called out to Wu Xian and sat casually beside him.

The first thing he saw was a calligraphy painting on the opposite wall, bearing four large characters written in brush ink.

The room was spacious and bright, sunlight streaming through the transparent glass, warming Wu Xian’s back, the air filled with a faint incense scent.

Wu Xian asked tentatively: “What is the prisoner’s crime?”

Wu Xian felt he’d been too lenient.

Wu Xian’s expression shifted slightly—he realized this blessed land operated under a different social system than the real world.

When Wu Xian sat down, the man offered a sunny smile.

“Dr. Xu, we can begin.”

He had neither the Ten Souls Banner nor the Spirit Pass—only a crumpled piece of soft cloth, two palms wide. He pulled it out and glanced quickly—it was a fragment of the Ten Souls Banner!

Wu Xian began searching his clothes for the Ten Souls Banner.

After a moment’s thought, he told the inspector: “I’ve completed the evaluation. This prisoner has no mental illness.”

On a metal chair sat a man wearing a restraint suit.

This blessed land is surprisingly mundane?

The inspector kicked the man and punched and beat him: “I’ve told you a hundred times—you only answer questions. You don’t have the right to speak freely!”

“He’s just a common serial killer. Why send him for psychiatric evaluation?”

Upon hearing the word “malevolent spirits.”

The inspector’s face lit up with joy; he slapped Wu Xian’s shoulder and laughed heartily.

Role-playing Wu Xian didn’t bother him.

“It seems in the last blessed land, worshipping a deity right away was a beginner’s perk. Now that I’ve got a fixed position, I don’t get that treatment anymore.”

He’s just an unemployed layabout—he’s not a psychiatrist!

He was observing.

First, he confirmed this was a psychiatric hospital.

The inspector turned to the prisoner: “Tell us how you killed them.”

Wu Xian’s lips curled slightly.

According to the rules of the blessed land, the Ten Souls Banner should have been in Wu Xian’s hand upon entry—but now it was already damaged from the start.

“Oh.”

“This place is definitely off!”

Finally, something like this appeared—this is the proper tone.

Next, through the glass along the corridor, Wu Xian saw his own appearance.

A blessed land with malevolent spirits is normal. That earlier peace and harmony had left Wu Xian uneasy—now he was finally in character.

One of them was the inspector who had made the prior appointment. He wore a black uniform resembling Nazi military attire, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, clearly indifferent and eager to get it over with.

The room was empty, windowless, its walls lined with soft rubber padding—more like an interrogation room than a ward. At the front stood a double interrogation table; opposite it, a metal chair with shackles.

Xu Ming, attending physician.

So this blessed land’s format is a role-playing game?

Wu Xian didn’t bother observing the two others—he saw something unexpected.

A line of text appeared in his vision.

“Honestly, there’s no need to evaluate him. I know you’re not one of those corrupt doctors who take bribes. This scum should just die sooner—no need to waste energy on him.”

The font matched that of the Spirit Pass—meaning the Spirit Pass hadn’t vanished; it was hidden within Wu Xian’s consciousness. This message was the Spirit Pass’s directive to him.

But as he reached for it.

His appearance was utterly different from his real self. Even his gray coat was gone—he wore a white lab coat, its chest tag bearing his name.

As Wu Xian’s surprise rose.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Wu Xian’s expression remained calm.

The nurse walked ahead, leading Wu Xian to his appointment. Her slender waist swayed lightly, radiating youthful energy—she was a sight to behold.

Wu Xian was stunned.

The nurse opened a door. Wu Xian hesitated at the threshold, toeing the edge several times before stepping in uneasily.

The harmonious, beautiful hospital before him suddenly felt steeped in malevolent energy!

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

But Wu Xian didn’t understand the situation—he could only go along with it for now.

The prisoner frowned angrily and firmly rebutted the inspector.

“Doctor, we meet again.”

Wu Xian didn’t know how to tell if a patient had a mental illness—he had no medical knowledge at all. How was he supposed to complete the evaluation?

Then Wu Xian began observing the room.

Wu Xian signed the evaluation form, picked up the files, walked to the door, and turned back to say:

Two shadows flashed across the iron door—belonging to the inspector and the prisoner.

Then three, four, five, six…

Infinite Manhunt, ongoing serial!

(End of Chapter)