Chapter 1708: Life-Commanding Book

"Um, I seem to have seen Miss Xinyu's name in the Underworld Yinming Division's Life-Commanding Book." Yinxian gathered his thoughts.

"What happened to her?" A cold glint flashed in Chen Yu's eyes as he stared fixedly at Yinxian.

It had been a long time since there was any news of Ye Xinyu; it had been over several months since they last parted. She was lurking with the Heavenly Mandate elder—how was she doing, exactly?

"Names that appear in the Life-Commanding Book mostly belong to those whose life patterns have changed, exceeding their original destiny trajectories," Yinxian said after a moment of contemplation. "If one is on the Life-Commanding Book, I'm afraid..."

"Say what you have to say directly; don't hem and haw." Chen Yu's brows furrowed slightly; Yinxian definitely knew something.

"Yes," Yinxian cupped his hands. "Those who end up on the Life-Commanding Book likely won't have a good end. Moreover, the one Miss Xinyu is on is the Red Book. For those on the Red Book, their fate is ambiguous and extreme. As for the specific, true situation, I do not know."

"You mean there's a possibility she might meet with trouble?" Chen Yu roughly guessed his meaning.

Although Yinxian was somewhat cryptic, Chen Yu guessed his meaning instantly. After all, there were some things he couldn't be sure of, so he didn't dare to comment casually.

"Yes, that is roughly what I mean. But regarding Miss Xinyu, I don't fear speaking recklessly: having appeared on the Life-Commanding Book, she will certainly encounter some matters in reality," Yinxian said.

"I understand. I will go and resolve her matters as soon as possible." Chen Yu nodded thoughtfully. He could disregard other things, but Ye Xinyu's affairs could not be ignored.

Yinxian nodded, then bowed deeply to Chen Yu. "Then this subordinate will take his leave."

"Go ahead." Chen Yu nodded slightly.

Yinxian bowed and slowly backed away. Only after he had retreated did Chen Yu let out a long sigh.

He took out his phone, dialed a number, and issued a series of instructions. Only after finishing all of this did he feel slightly at ease.

"Ye Xinyu, you promised me you would be fine. You must not break your vow," Chen Yu murmured after saying this.

He still had to wait for news regarding the situation over there, so Chen Yu had no choice but to wait patiently.

The next day, Chen Yu received news from Shandao, and the two arranged to meet at a coffee shop.

"Mr. Chen, I have already turned a group of believers and told them my true experience, but the problem now is that they are half-doubting me," Shandao said. "So I might need you to make a move; otherwise, they won't believe me."

"That's no problem. Call as many believers as possible, and I will demonstrate to them on the spot what it means to bring the dead back to life," Chen Yu said with a faint smile.

"That's good. Mr. Chen, we have already agreed on a place. A total of more than twenty believers will go this time, including some of your fellow Huaxia people. We are meeting at a factory," Shandao said respectfully.

"Are Huaxia people involved in this too?" Chen Yu's expression gradually became somewhat complicated.

He murmured, "It seems it will be difficult to stay out of this matter. Since that's the case, let's resolve it quickly."

Shandao naturally did not know that Chen Yu had other concerns in his heart, but he felt Chen Yu's words were somewhat unfathomable.

At noon, Shandao took Chen Yu to an abandoned factory.

This factory used to process nuclear wastewater, but after a leak occurred, the factory was directly abandoned. Although more than ten years had passed, the animals in the surrounding area were still deformed.

Chen Yu followed Shandao into a warehouse and saw that more than twenty people were already standing inside.

These people were wearing heavy clothing, their faces covered, and from time to time, bursts of coughing came from among them.

The person in the lead was indeed a Huaxia person; his name was Wang Dashan, a rough man.

And with him was a middle-aged man who was missing an arm.

This group of people was dressed strangely; Wang Dashan was considered to be dressed relatively normally.

"Shandao, is this the Mr. Chen you spoke of?" Wang Dashan walked forward, staring at Chen Yu.

"This is the Mr. Chen I spoke of. He cured my wife, and now my wife is very healthy. I swear on my character," Shandao raised his hand and said solemnly.

"I heard you are a Huaxia person?" Wang Dashan looked at Chen Yu. He did not fully believe Shandao; he just looked at Chen Yu with an inquiring gaze.

"Yes, a Huaxia person. I see you are also a Huaxia person, not an ethnic Chinese?" Chen Yu asked.

"I came here to work, I'm not some ethnic Chinese," Wang Dashan's tone was somewhat cold. "That group of people cannot be considered Huaxia people."

"It seems you have some Resentment toward them," Chen Yu looked deeply at Wang Dashan.

"Heh, living abroad, the ones who look down on you the most aren't the foreigners, but those who arrived before you," Wang Dashan sneered. "They think that because they took root there early, they can mock you without mercy. I've encountered plenty of that."

"Although these words sound uncomfortable, it is a fact," Chen Yu nodded slightly. "Can you represent all of them?"

"Of course I can represent them," Wang Dashan held his head high. "But that is on the condition that what you say is true; otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Chen Yu glanced at him. "As a Huaxia person, you should believe in the Three Pure Ones, yet you actually ran here to believe in their so-called bullshit Apocalypse Society? You're really something."

"The Three Pure Ones cannot protect me, and we have reached a dead end, so I have no other choice," Wang Dashan's expression darkened slightly.

"Speak, what kind of unsolvable problem have you encountered? Tell me, and I will solve it for you," Chen Yu asked.

Wang Dashan glanced at Chen Yu, then waved to a person beside him, signaling him to take off the cloth wrapped tightly around his head.

That man was a Dongyang person; he bowed heavily and then slowly unwrapped the cloth on his head.

At the moment it was unwrapped, Chen Yu's brows could not help but furrow slightly.

After the man before him took off the cloth worn on his head, his true face was revealed.

His entire head was almost covered in festering wounds. These wounds seemed to be caused by radiation—festering, unable to heal, and still oozing yellow liquid, giving people a feeling of nausea.

"We people were all injured by radiation on our skin. We originally all worked in this factory, but later a nuclear leak occurred, and our skin mutated. After that, we became like this," Wang Dashan said. "My situation is better than theirs, but the pain I endure is not low either."