Orphanage.
Wang Ye stood in his old bedroom, staring blankly at the wall once more.
Over the past few days, he had repeatedly recalled every sentence, every word he had exchanged with Meng Po, even every expression that had appeared on her face.
The more carefully he thought about it, the more inconsistencies he found.
The most obvious one was the black-robed youth. He had appeared far too many times, each time focusing all his attention on Wang Ye. He had even imparted techniques to him and left him messages on several occasions.
If Wang Ye was merely a vessel, wasn't the attention the black-robed youth had given him a little excessive?
It made no sense.
There was also the black shadow that had appeared behind him, as well as the metal plates the Underworld had sent him several times.
All of this proved that he was more than just a vessel.
Even Zhong Kui's attitude toward him—if Meng Po had merely been acting with him, then what about Zhong Kui?
And Lu Qing. During their several conversations, it had been obvious that Lu Qing did not regard him as completely insignificant, as Meng Po had claimed.
The Post Office had tricked him. That was true.
Lu Qing had set him up. That was true as well.
Even the tasks the Underworld had assigned him did not seem to have been arranged casually.
Especially Lu Qing.
After all, once he had just become familiar with the Post Office's task rules, the first thing he encountered had been Room 404 in Qinyuan Residential Area.
That definitely had not been a coincidence.
Or perhaps it had been Lu Qing's test of Meng Po.
After Wang Ye began doubting Meng Po's intelligence, a thought had briefly crossed his mind. Perhaps the one who