The Line of Ambiguity

A chill rose from the depths of Wang Ye’s heart. He lightly patted the ground with his palm and stood up, carefully observing his surroundings.

He discovered the bronze nails and hemp ropes silently lying on the ground.

But the three-eyed ghoul was nowhere to be seen.

Just what had happened while he was unconscious?

What surprised him even more was that his body, which had previously hit a bottleneck, had now silently broken through that bottleneck.

To put it simply, before breaking through the bottleneck, his muscles had been as solid as steel and as hard as iron, and he could have punched Jia Nan into the ground within ten minutes, though he would have suffered some damage himself.

But now, vital energy endlessly welled up within him. At most it would take three minutes for Wang Ye to have the confidence to pound Jia Nan into the dirt and scatter his ashes, with little harm to himself!

Was this the effect of the iron shards?

Wang Ye was lost in thought as he glanced at the time on his watch.

Three hours had passed.

Did the Post Office really give him this task just to punish him for such a trivial matter?

Or had something else happened while he was unconscious?!

This trip to the Wasteland had brought Wang Ye far too much information, which he would need to slowly digest after he returned.

But first, was there anything useful he could take from this wooden house?

He didn’t dare touch that candlestick, and the rocking chair and wooden chairs were really too big.

Wang Ye pondered.

He wondered if it would cause any issues if he took one of the table legs...

With that thought, Wang Ye decisively began to act!

When he first entered, he noticed that the wood of this table seemed similar to that of his wooden chair, just with far less energy contained within.

But carrying around a whole chair would be inconvenient. A single table leg would be much easier.

Wang Ye carefully placed the candlestick on the floor, then flipped the wooden table over and drew out his Ghost Blade, chopping down toward one of the legs.

This table was unexpectedly tough!

His first blow only left a tiny nick.

But...

It had an effect!

This tiny nick gave Wang Ye endless motivation. With his current physical abilities, like a piledriver, the Ghost Blade chopped and hacked at lightning speed.

Ten minutes later.

One of the table legs fell to the ground.

Wang Ye let out a breath, carefully righted the wooden table again, and leaned the missing leg side against the wall.

After restoring everything as it was when he entered, Wang Ye placed the candlestick back on the table, satisfied with giving a slight nod. He put away the Ghost Blade and picked up the table leg, pushed open the door of the wooden house, cautiously looked around, and seeing no sign of the old man, hurried into the ghostly fog, jumped into the mail truck, and slammed down the gas pedal.

Fortunately, perhaps because the suppressive power of the table leg was insufficient, the mail truck started up normally and soon disappeared into the void.

...

After some unknown amount of time, the decrepit old man with the guttering candle life staggered into the wooden house, different from before in that this time he held an ancient tome in his hands.

Sitting in the rocking chair, by the light of the candle the old man ceaselessly flipped through the pages.

Perhaps tired, he placed the tome on the wooden table.

In the next moment, the wooden table, crooked and warped, toppled over in the direction of the rocking chair with the old man still sitting in it.

In that critical moment, the old man's figure disappeared from the rocking chair and reappeared at the side.

Looking at the collapsed table and smashed rocking chair, the usually placid face of the old man was unusually gloomy for once.

...

Returning to his familiar small district, Wang Ye wearily got out of the mail truck, the table leg in hand, and went back to his home.

Before entering, he carefully checked the crack in the door again.

That strand of hair was still there.

Sitting on the sofa, exhaustion Wang Ye couldn't conceal showed on his face.

Handling two tasks at once had truly consumed too much mental and physical strength.

By now it was almost noon. Wang Ye heavily collapsed onto his bed and fell asleep.

...

When he awoke again it was nighttime.

After washing his face and regaining alertness, Wang Ye turned on the light in his study, took out his notebook, and with a thoughtful expression, occasionally jotted something down.

Qin Mansion.

The maid in the guest room, and the man on the other side of the wall.

It was obvious the man was watching the maid, especially vicious when she went out.

So...

Did this man and the maid have an affair?

But the maid hanged herself in the guest room, and the man also made a peephole in the guest room wall!

The maid had an affair with the guest room's owner, and was peeped on by the man with the eyeball?

Or could it be the maid actually had an affair with the guest room's owner, and the man with the eyeball one-sidedly loved the maid?

Who was the owner of the guest room?

Lv Qing?

The sound of cups clinking from outside the room could not have been unfounded.

As names appeared one by one, Wang Ye gradually restored what had happened at Qin Mansion that year.

Lv Qing went to Qin Mansion as a guest.

He stayed in the guest room.

Then he had some unspeakable relationship with a maid.

But it was seen by the person in the next room.

It seemed Qin Mansion had other disorder at the time, and Lv Qing had refused to save someone?

And when I stayed in the guest room, I was mistaken for Lv Qing?

But no matter what reason Lv Qing came to Qin Mansion, the maid's crime was not deserving of death.

Unless...

News of the old master of Qin Mansion's death!

Lv Qing came to mourn, but fooled around with a maid!

Only with such solemn circumstances could the maid have been sentenced to death.

But why was the maid's tongue cut off...

Was it because she said something she shouldn't have to Lv Qing?

Or was Lv Qing's purpose in seducing the maid to extract some information from her.

And what was the deal with that guy in the servants' quarters that I saw in the bone-carving knife vision fragments?

Why was there no corpse in the coffin?

Looking at the names filling his notebook, Wang Ye ceaselessly pondered.

The Qin Mansion thread was too chaotic.

It was even hard to fit Xiao Si into it.

And was that tomb inscribed with 'Qin' in the Ten Miles of Barren Land the grave of Qin Mansion's old master?

Were those two wearing mourning clothes also people of Qin Mansion?

What exactly was the relationship between Qin Xin and them?

The alternate space accessible from the main room of Qin Mansion, what sort of place was it?

And who was that person locked on the bridge wearing the crimson robe...

These countless threads tangled in Wang Ye's mind, and just when he thought he had it sorted out, some contradiction would emerge and throw it back into disarray.

For now, Qin Mansion seemed even more complicated.

And for the Wasteland, Qin Mansion was merely a drop in the ocean.

...

What worried Wang Ye the most was the scene he saw in the Sea of Blood.

Even just seeing them in that vision, he could feel the overbearing aura emanating from that holy woman and man in black robes.

It was like just looking at them instilled a sense of powerlessness.

True...

Divine might.

At the same time, it reached midnight, 12 o'clock.

The wooden door leading to the Post Office appeared once again.