To be precise, what Fu Shanming wanted to seize was not the Dark Command Seal, but the wisp of spiritual sense that Xuan Qi had divided onto the Dark Command Seal.

He didn't mean to provoke the Court of Ghost Prison. He just coveted the "fierce ghost" beside He Yan and wanted to capture it into his own magic weapon. But as it happened, the "fierce ghost" he had his eyes on was the avatar of the Court of Ghost Prison's chief, so attacking the black shadow was equivalent to attacking the Dark Command Seal, which represented the rules of the Court of Ghost Prison!

He Yan sized up the pale-faced, very weak-looking young man in front of him and suddenly asked, "Are you Fu Chenhua?"

After learning about Xuan Qi's official duties this time, he had briefly looked up information on the Fu family and had some understanding of their current situation. Naturally, he also knew that among the younger generation of the Fu family, there was an extremely talented figure.

The young man opposite him had already calmed down again. Meeting his gaze, his tone was neither servile nor overbearing: "Yes."

This was indeed a good seedling. Not only was he talented, but after interacting, one could see that his temperament was also good. Given time, he would surely achieve great things and occupy a place in the metaphysics world.

It was just a pity that he was born into the Fu family.

The decline of the Fu family was already unstoppable, and more than half of the foundation accumulated by their ancestors had been depleted. The younger generation was generally mediocre in talent, with no outstanding people except for Fu Chenhua. They were even more decadent than the previous generation.

It could be foreseen how seriously Fu Chenhua would be dragged down by his family after inheriting the position of patriarch.

But these had nothing to do with him. He Yan just felt a little pity and didn't have so much overflowing sympathy to lend a helping hand to the Fu family.

The karma of cause and effect all had its destined numbers. Since ancient times, no country or family had been able to prosper forever. The Fu family had been powerful for nearly a thousand years, and it was time for them to go downhill.

Just from saying a brief sentence, his hand was secretly grasped a little tighter by Xuan Qi. He Yan felt a little helpless in his heart. After nodding to Fu Chenhua, he didn't talk to him anymore, but followed the man's footsteps to the bed.

The middle-aged man lying on the bed had a greenish complexion. Because Fu Chenhua had just taken some more of his essence blood, he could be said to be at death's door. Even if they hadn't come today, this person definitely wouldn't live past a month.

The man raised his free hand and lightly tapped above the middle-aged man's Baihui acupoint, then gently lifted upwards. A deep gray, semi-transparent long shadow drilled out from his forehead. This long shadow could vaguely be seen to be in human form, but due to the instability of the soul, it appeared blurry. The edges of the soul body alternated between condensing and dispersing, as if it would scatter in the next second.

Human souls were differentiated by color. The purer and more transparent the soul, the closer to white it was. The deeper the sins, the darker the color. There were few greatly virtuous people in this world, and greatly evil people were also rare. The vast majority of people's souls, when extracted, were light gray. And for those who had done more bad things, their soul bodies would be deep gray like Fu Shanming's.

Not wanting to disturb Xuan Qi's work, He Yan originally wanted to withdraw his hand from Xuan Qi's grasp, but this person had no intention of letting go at all. He actually held his hand like this, completing this series of operations with one hand.

He Yan: "......"

Fu Chenhua pretended that he couldn't see the actions of the two people in front of him, and focused his gaze on his second uncle's soul body, quietly shrinking to the side to serve as a qualified background board.

He was also quite open-minded. Knowing that he was powerless to change anything, he instead watched with a trace of curiosity to see how this Underworld official would punish his second uncle.

Although the Court of Ghost Prison's trials were famous in the metaphysics world, the process was mostly carried out in hell. There were very few people in the mortal world who had seen underworld officials of the Court of Ghost Prison openly execute people. This kind of spectating opportunity was also something that could be encountered but not sought.

A wisp of black energy emerged from the man's fingertips, drilling into the deep gray soul body like a small snake, rudely reading his memories.

Fu Shanming's soul body twisted for a moment due to pain. The man's pupils suddenly became deep, and no light could be seen in his eyes. All the good and bad things the ghost in front of him had done when he was alive turned into frame after frame of images, flashing before his eyes in great detail.

Although these memory images flashed by really quickly, He Yan stood by the man's side, his spiritual power connected with the man's, and still glimpsed some fragments.

As the saying goes, if you walk by the river often, how can you not get your shoes wet?

The bad things Fu Shanming had done were far more than just the two things of intending to obscure the Heavenly Secret and seizing the black shadow. It was just that those things were not major, and he also had many magic weapons by his side, so he had been lucky enough to be at large until now.

Now he had finally kicked an iron plate and was being picked out for a reckoning, which could be said to be his just desserts.

In just a few short seconds, Xuan Qi finished reading Fu Shanming's life. With another scoop of his hand, that wisp of black energy drilled out from Fu Shanming's soul body again, turning into a slender brush, automatically carving a few pitch-black words on that deep gray soul body.

With each stroke carved, Fu Shanming's soul body would twist and struggle soundlessly, as if enduring great pain.

That string of words was very strange. Fu Chenhua, who had grown up in a scholarly family since childhood, couldn't discern the meaning of these few words at all. Moreover, those words seemed to carry some untouchable taboo.

After just looking at them for a few seconds, it made his eyes sting and his spiritual sense unstable, and he had to look away.

He closed his eyes and regulated his breathing for a moment before he felt his spiritual sense tentatively stabilize.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the black shadow had turned into a jet-black chain, bundling the constantly struggling and twisting soul body, and neatly stuffing it through a black-glowing crack in the air that had appeared at some unknown time.

After Fu Shanming's soul body disappeared, the youth who was held by the black-clothed man in an extremely possessive manner with interlocked fingers swept a glance at him with a smile that wasn't quite a smile. The next second, the two of them vanished into thin air in front of him.

The cold pressure in the room also dissipated with them.

In a daze, Fu Chenhua suddenly felt that what he had just experienced was only an illusion.

He stood there in a daze for a few seconds before hurriedly walking to the bedside and leaning over to check.

His second uncle lay quietly on the bed, his body without the slightest movement. The vitality that was originally scarce on his features had completely disappeared. His life force had been severed.

After a person dies, the blood cells in their body will also quickly swell and die, so the blood of a dead person used for spells is much less effective compared to the blood of a living person.

Fortunately... before those two people came, he had already taken some blood from Fu Shanming.

He straightened up, clutching the porcelain bottle in his hand, and strode towards the door.

Outside, it was unexpectedly calm, no different from before he went in. The guards saw him come out and respectfully greeted him, "Young Master."

Fu Chenhua solemnly set up a prohibition spell at the door, a hint of gravity in his eyes. He instructed the guards, "Watch this place well. No one except me and the Patriarch is allowed to enter for half an hour."

The guards were puzzled and stunned for a moment before responding, "Yes."

Although they didn't understand why Fu Chenhua would give this order, he was the Young Patriarch and held great power in the clan, second only to the Patriarch. Since he had given the order, they could only obey.

The guards stood in place, watching the Young Patriarch's white figure hurriedly disappear in front of the courtyard gate, vaguely feeling that the already turbulent days of the Fu family might be stirred up again.

*

This official business was handled very smoothly. Including the round trip time, it only took about half an hour to complete. It was not even 11 o'clock yet, there was still some time before lunch.

So after leaving the Fu residence, He Yan decided to take his partner to complete the plan that couldn't be finished last night due to the "accident".

They planned to buy a mobile phone, a computer, and a few decent sets of clothes.

Han Ziyu's clothes were really too old, with many faded from washing. Although He Yan didn't pursue luxury in food, clothing, housing and transportation, he also didn't want to make himself suffer too much if his financial ability could afford it.

The Fu family's old residence was located near the suburbs of this city. Since they were not in a hurry anyway, the two of them took the subway directly, planning to get off at the shopping mall station in the city center.

It was not the peak commuting time now, and they had boarded the subway from the starting station, so there were hardly any people. There were only two or three people sitting sparsely in a carriage.

He Yan sat in his seat, holding his phone and browsing the metaphysics forum.

This forum was very lively, containing all kinds of strange posts including popular science research, quarrels, and gossip. Although the overall traffic was not large, user participation was very high. Posts with thousands of replies could be seen everywhere, and the homepage would change every time it was refreshed.

He Yan read posts very indiscriminately, clicking into almost all types to take a look. The metaphysics world was a bizarre world he had never seen before. He had only just come into contact with a few people and things in the metaphysics world through Xuan Qi, and still had great interest in this unknown field.

Xuan Qi sat close beside him on his right, legs slightly spread. It was unknown whether it was intentional or unintentional, but his left leg in cold, stiff suit pants touched He Yan's right leg.

He Yan glanced down, seeing through his little thoughts. He didn't say anything and didn't move his leg away, continuing to be immersed in browsing posts.

However, seeing that he silently indulged his intimacy, the man actually became bolder. He had only been browsing posts for five minutes when he felt his left shoulder sink. Taking a look, the man was leaning back slightly, his gaze falling on the ground leisurely. He reached his long arm over the chair back and loosely draped it over He Yan's shoulder.

He Yan: "..."

This guy really knew the essence of taking a mile when given an inch.

He spoke helplessly, wanting the man to restrain himself a little: "You..."

Although it was just a small action like putting an arm around the shoulder, this was after all a public place. Not to mention anything else, it wouldn't be good to set a bad example for children.

Xuan Qi's eye color was very dark, and his appearance was also on the sharp side, but when he looked down at He Yan, the deep black pool in his eyes seemed unusually docile, with a hint of not very obvious attachment, making even his features look much gentler.

Looking at the man's particularly obvious, thick and slender eyelashes due to his downward gaze, the words of reproach on the tip of He Yan's tongue suddenly couldn't be spoken.

Forget it, it's just putting an arm around the shoulder. Nowadays, many friends with good relationships often put their arms around each other's shoulders. It couldn't be considered out of line.