The wine of the Underworld was not the least bit watery or weak. Chen Shi was plied to heavy intoxication by the beekeeper A Zhuo, and after a short while, A Zhuo was also heavily drunk, hooking arms with Chen Shi and calling each other brothers.
"My Lord, we have found the hiding place of the fugitive criminal Xue Daoren."
At this moment, a bee official came forward and bowed, saying, "Xue Daoren is one hundred and forty-three years old this year. His allotted heavenly lifespan was ninety-two, and his Underworld lifespan fifty-one. By rights, he should have died fifty-one years ago. Fifty-one years ago, he slipped away using a fake-death technique, and was later tracked down by Underworld runners, only to escape once more using a substitute-body technique. When he was tracked down a third time, it was already twenty years ago."
A Zhuo asked drunkenly, "How did he escape that time?"
The bee official consulted the ledger and said, "At that time, Xue Daoren bought eighty pregnant brood sows and placed them in a pasture. Viewed from the Underworld, they were simply reincarnation halos of all sizes, impossible to approach. Thirty-six Underworld runners brazenly charged the reincarnation array, and four of them were reincarnated. Taking advantage of the chaos, Xue Daoren used a lifespan-borrowing technique to borrow twenty years of life from a youth passing by the pasture, blinding the vision of the Underworld runners and escaping in the confusion."
Chen Shi's drunken eyes were askew as he laughed and said, "This fellow really is quite the expert at running for his life."
A Zhuo asked, "How was he discovered?"
"The young man whose lifespan he borrowed is dead. He was only forty-two years old this year. Originally, he should have died at sixty-two, but he died twenty