A Talk with Li Xinghe

After leaving the Post Office, Wang Ye glanced at his phone.

There was still plenty of time.

It was only around noon. He had wasted a total of thirty minutes going into the Post Office.

Twenty of those minutes had been spent arguing with that monkey.

Yes, wasted.

Granted, the note on the second floor had left him quite a bit of information, but he had received that sort of information several times already.

There was absolutely no substance to it.

He had thought he would at least get to experience that legendary empowerment, getting boosted straight to the level of the Six Imperials. How great would that have been?

Even possessing his body would have been fine.

At least then all that preparation would not have been for nothing.

And in the end...

That was it?

Wang Ye could not help sighing. Since it was still early, he might as well deal with the other matter too.

Suburban Cemetery.

If the little girl believed that the old man had sealed Wang's left hand purely by coincidence, Wang Ye was certain it had been deliberate.

The reason was simple.

The gravekeeper was Ran Deng's benevolent side.

Ran Deng was the Buddha's teacher.

So even if that benevolent side was not particularly strong, his insight remained. There was no way he could have failed to recognize the origins of that left hand.

As for what exactly he wanted, Wang Ye had no idea.

That would have to be discussed in person.

But when he recalled how he had previously tricked the address of Ran Deng's malevolent side out of him, only to fail to kill that side and instead make him even stronger, Wang Ye felt a little guilty.

Although it had little to do with him. Even if Wang Ye