"I possess several supernatural abilities, which means I have several sources of them."

"Then..."

The source of the abilities switched again, and the sword blade turned purple.

Green.

Yellow.

Black...

Finally, they began changing in rapid succession, faster and faster!

It gradually became a kaleidoscope of darkness.

Five minutes later.

Chen Yu had had his fun, retracted his abilities, as well as his sister's front tooth, and turned back to examine the charred object on the stone platform.

He was considering whether this piece of shit could still be "utilized" again.

But after some thought, he found no solution.

So he decided to just sit down.

There were still two or three dozen graves on the three levels below, waiting for him to explore.

No need to hang himself on one tree.

"Good dog, well done." Turning back to the alert husky, Chen Yu gave a thumbs up before heading down to the second level.

He was ready to bring up another "millennium-old corpse."

But just then, from above his head, came a lingering call.

"Chen Yu, come up."

He stopped in his tracks and looked up at the ceiling, puzzled.

After a moment's pause, the voice came again.

"Chen Yu, come up."

Chen Yu recognized the voice.

It was the "old man upstairs" with the white beard.

With added reverberation...

Frowning, Chen Yu thought about pretending not to hear and continued to descend the stairs.

But then he abruptly considered the "messy" situation of the ancestral tomb; if the white-bearded old man couldn't summon him and came down to look...

That would be a fucking mess!

Hesitating with an ever-changing expression, Chen Yu still chose to obey and returned to the cubicle on the first level, opened the door, and jumped up.

Reaching the top,

Chen Yu saw the young man with the duckbill cap standing in front of the hut.

Eyeing the young man, he felt an ominous premonition and hurried into the straw hut.

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He bowed to the white-bearded old man sitting cross-legged inside.

"Greetings, elder."

"Hmm," the old man nodded, his eyes half-closed.

"Elder, did you need me for something?" asked Chen Yu.

The white-bearded old man remained silent.

The young man with the duckbill cap stepped forward and said, "Chen Yu, your sentence is up. Come with me."

"What the fuck?" Chen Yu turned in astonishment.

"Just now, that subordinate of the secondary enforcer arrived in the capital city to take you back," the young man sighed. "I've only managed to buy you an hour. Say your goodbyes to your friends, and to Li Yao."

"Fuck!" Chen Yu's expression soured. "That was quick, wasn't it?"

"Your escape pissed off that secondary enforcer considerably," the young man said seriously. "Chen Yu, what you need to consider now isn't about how quick it is, but how to explain yourself to the enforcer. Judging by the attitude of the subordinate, you're in for a rough time once you get there."

"Son of a bitch."

Chen Yu paced irritably on the spot.

Why not come later, not come later?

Of course, they had to come so early!

The more than twenty corpses in the third layer of the ancestral tomb of the human race were still waiting for him to exploit!

Isn't this just playing the thug?

He simply didn't want his epic to end so soon.

"Bro, can you ask for one more hour? No, wait, an hour's not enough, that dog hasn't finished digesting yet. Four hours! Can you ask for four more hours?" Chen Yu clasped the young man's hands, pleading.

"What hasn't finished digesting?" the young man with the duckbill cap was taken aback.

"Never mind that. Just ask for four hours, can you?"

"No. Getting that subordinate to wait another hour is already the limit. They're still causing a fuss in the temple. The Chief Steward is keeping them company with food and drink."

"Every man must die," the white-bearded old man who had been silent until then spoke up. "It can be as light as a feather or as heavy as Mount Tai. If this calamity is fated for you, why struggle against it? Life or death does not hinge on a few more hours. Let it be."

Chen Yu: "..."

Chen Yu: "Old Deng, at the age where your pee splits in two, you've also learned to talk nonsense?"

"What?" On hearing this, the white-bearded old man's eyes suddenly sprang open, a murderous look flashing across them.

Chen Yu spread his hands: "Every man is naturally cursed. You might be cursed behind your back, or cursed right to your face. If it's your fate to be cursed out by me, why care? Let it be."

The white-bearded old man: "..."

"...Chen Yu," the young man with the duckbill cap turned pale with fear, "what are you raging about? Why would you snap like that? Quick...apologize to the elder!"

"No need," the white-bearded old man pondered for a moment before closing his eyes again. "What he said isn't without reason."

Chen Yu: "..."

"But, what did you mean by 'talk nonsense'?" the old man opened his eyes again, asking in confusion.

"Nothing. I was complimenting you."

With a dismissive wave, Chen Yu lost any desire to converse further and turned his head to the young man: "So I really only have one hour left?"

"Yes," the young man nodded. "Now, you have just over fifty minutes left."

Turning back to look at the entrance to the human ancestral tomb outside the straw hut, Chen Yu began to calm down.

He knew he would return.

"Then let's not waste time," Chen Yu said, gesturing grandly and stepping out of the hut. "Let's go."

The young man with the duckbill cap bowed deeply to the white-bearded old man, then followed Chen Yu: "Chen Yu, the subordinate of the secondary enforcer is in the great hall. If you want to leave the temple, follow me; we'll sneak out the side door so they don't see you."

"Alright."

"Who do you want to see first? Fatty or Li Yao?"

"No need to see them," Chen Yu stopped walking and looked up with a deep sigh. "It would just add to the sorrow."

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