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"What is particularly heinous here is that you, for your own selfish gain, coveted the property of others, and to this end, you raised sorcerers to use evil magic to swindle money and kill people! This has led to the cases of Yu Huai and Xu Hanzhang today!"

"These two used human sacrifices to practice evil arts and blood sacrifices, using their magic to harm the innocent! After their schemes failed, in order to escape punishment, they did not hesitate to wreak havoc on the human world and summon demons from beyond the realm. This is an unforgivable crime! You are the mastermind behind it all!"

"Now, having committed multiple crimes, the punishment is unforgivable! He is hereby cast into the Avici Hell to serve 1,200 years!"

As Judge Wu finished speaking, crisscrossing lines began to appear on the ground in front of Wei Feng, followed by charred and peeling surfaces. Large fragments fell away, revealing a world burning with raging flames beneath. The crimson flames and the mournful howls from within finally broke Wei Feng...

"I'm rich, I have a lot of money, I'm willing to build temples and erect monuments for the people of Shaanxi, and offer sacrifices every year! (Please forgive me, sir!)"

"My lord!! My lord, I want to be a good person!!! I want to be a good person, my lord!!!"

"Sir, I'm willing to donate all my money. I can save many people, and I can make up for my mistakes!!!"

"Your Honor!!! Please give me a chance, Your Honor!!!"

However, there was no chance. Wei Feng was grabbed by a ghost messenger and led towards the cave that was spewing flames...

"No!!! No, Your Honor!!!! Give me a chance! I want to atone for my sins! I want to atone for my sins!!!" Wei Feng struggled desperately, waving his hands as if trying to grab something, while desperately turning his head to look to the side, hoping that the judge would change his mind at the last moment...

However, the judge merely stared at him coldly, without uttering a single word...

In the end, he grasped nothing. The immense power of the underworld was completely irresistible to him. With a sudden loss of weight, he was horrified to find himself falling towards the raging inferno...

In that instant, his mind flashed by, and not long after, he found himself standing in the chairman's office on the 13th floor of the Hai Shang Bank headquarters building, looking down at the ant-like crowd below with great confidence...

An excerpt from the play "Changhe Camp" seemed to flash through my ears again:

"Laughing triumphantly, they watched as half of the imperial carriage stood in formation..."

"This glory is no ordinary one..."

"Who would dare to face such a perilous situation!"

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"No...no!!!!" He suddenly screamed in despair once more, his entire body plummeting into that infernal abyss, never to be seen again...

Volume Two: The Truth Hidden Behind History Books: Chapter 805 Wei Yuan's Return to Life

承和三裙十聊七年 妻201.6爾年彡4月7〇日04司:25久 ⑺建安s省司法a部特殊n医疗思中心

"Teacher Zhou, what's going on? New wounds keep appearing on the patient's body!" In the ward, Wei Yuan was now connected to a large number of monitoring devices, his clothes had been completely removed, and he had been turned over.

The doctor surnamed Zhou looked solemnly at the red marks that kept appearing on Wei Yuan's shoulders and back. These marks appeared quickly and then began to swell rapidly, eventually running like a centipede across his entire back...

His gaze swept back and forth across the various instrument readings, but even with his medical knowledge, he still couldn't determine what was wrong with the patient.

This was extremely unusual. Could it be some kind of acute infectious disease? Thinking this, Dr. Zhou became anxious and went to the computer to check the blood sample data again. However, the test report showed everything was normal, and several key indicators related to infectious diseases were also normal…

However, no matter how abnormal he felt at this moment, Wei Yuan's shoulders and back were still showing abnormalities. One wound after another appeared rhythmically. At this time, there were dozens of marks on his back, densely packed and shocking to behold.

“Teacher Zhou, I feel…” the young doctor beside him suddenly spoke up, his expression somewhat hesitant.

"What do you feel?" Dr. Zhou turned to look at him.

"Look at this soft tissue damage, doesn't it resemble... the characteristics of whiplash injury caused by someone whipping him with a whip or stick?" the young doctor said after a slight hesitation.

Dr. Zhou's heart skipped a beat. Upon closer inspection, he realized that they were indeed very similar.

The Department of Justice's Special Medical Center has extensive experience in treating various types of external injuries. After all, as a professional hospital within the intelligence system, many of the injuries are left on undercover agents after being tortured. As a senior expert, Dr. Zhou is naturally familiar with this, but he simply hadn't considered it in this direction before.

Upon closer inspection, it does indeed resemble those external injuries...

"But it has characteristics similar to whiplash injury, with obvious soft tissue damage, local swelling and bruising..." Dr. Zhou murmured. However... it seems a bit strange that such an injury would suddenly appear on a hospital bed. No one attacked him, right?

In particular, apart from these increasing wounds, the patient did not show any other changes in vital signs.

However, as a chief physician at a special medical center, Dr. Zhou had vaguely heard about some bizarre incidents within the system. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion. He glanced again at the unconscious patient on the bed. In that short period of time, several more conspicuous and rapidly swelling wounds appeared on the patient's body.

The location of these wounds is remarkably regular, as if... the patient is being subjected to some kind of torture or whipping...

After a moment's thought, Dr. Zhou instructed the young doctor beside him to pay close attention to the patient's vital signs, then hurriedly turned and left.

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"The patient is rapidly developing symptoms resembling whiplash injury. We are currently investigating the cause. I would like to inquire about any previous events the patient may have experienced, as this will help us determine the nature of the symptoms."

"Well... all I can say is that when we found him, he was in the wild and unconscious. We also found no signs of a struggle or that he had been attacked."

"Could you describe the situation in more detail? For example, what events happened around him, and what was he doing at the time...?"

"I'm sorry... this is classified information and we cannot disclose it to any outsiders..."

“I understand…I understand…but in that case…” Dr. Zhou wasn’t surprised by the other person’s answer, after all, he wasn’t a doctor from an ordinary hospital. However, he then said with some difficulty, “In that case, it’s difficult for us to further determine the exact nature of his symptoms…”

Before he could finish speaking, a nurse pushed open the door and rushed over: "Director Zhou, the patient has woken up!"

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"Ugh...where...where am I?" Wei Yuan was still in a daze when he woke up from his hazy state. At the same time, he felt pain all over his body and couldn't help but groan.

As he opened his eyes, the initial drowsiness quickly dissipated, and Wei Yuan found himself surrounded by a large number of medical instruments, with doctors in white coats busy around him.

"Sir, how are you feeling now? Look, how much is this?" A doctor standing nearby saw Wei Yuan open his eyes and immediately gestured a number.

“It’s three…” Wei Yuan answered after glancing at it, then subconsciously gasped again: “My body hurts so much…”

As soon as he finished speaking, he thought of the events that seemed to have actually happened to him not long ago.

Altar, underworld messengers, being taken away, going to the underworld, entering the underworld court, judge hearing the case, returning to life...

What a bizarre and strange experience...

Is this... a dream, or reality?

If it's true, that's just too outrageous...

However, if it was a dream... those scenes remain so vivid and clear in my mind to this day...

Ouch... What hurts so much? The pain in his body immediately interrupted Wei Yuan's thoughts. He subconsciously turned his head to look, and then he saw a terrifying whip mark on his bare shoulder that looked like a centipede.

This is……

The image of the ghost messenger wielding the whip flashed through his mind again... He couldn't help but shudder, followed by a strong sense of fear, relief, and palpitations.

That trip to the underworld was actually real!

That's not a dream!!!

But... if that's not a dream...

So, are Master Yu and Young Master Xu already dead?

Wei Yuan still remembered that they had all been thrown into that infernal hell...

In addition, there was something that worried him even more: he remembered that when he was being dragged away to be whipped, he heard the judge in the underworld say that he wanted to summon the Second Master Wei Feng...

He was then knocked unconscious, and no one knows what happened to him afterward.

But now that I've been brought back to life, at least I've gotten through this ordeal...

Ouch... that really hurts! My entire back feels like it's been ripped apart; even the slightest movement makes me wince in pain...

Wei Yuan tried to move, then gasped for breath, his face contorted in pain.

Volume Two: The Truth Hidden Behind History Books: Chapter 806 Inquiry

He was worried that he might have been crippled and that there might be some long-term effects.

"Sir, please don't move around. We're still examining you. Your injuries are strange; they appeared suddenly just now, and we can't determine what kind of injury it is yet..." said the doctor standing nearby, who was none other than Director Zhou.

"Oh...this is a whip mark..." Wei Yuan only then realized that he was lying face down, and a doctor was still examining the wounds on his back. He said weakly, "You...you...put some medicine on me, ouch...hiss...it really...it really hurts."

"Whip wounds?" The doctor was clearly taken aback, then asked, "How do you know it's a whip wound? How did you get injured?"

"I...I was just...guessing..." Wei Yuan suddenly realized something and hurriedly tried to cover it up. He then realized that his current situation was probably unusual, but he couldn't remember how he got to this hospital. He could only turn his head and grit his teeth to ask the doctor next to him, "Excuse me...Doctor, may I ask...what hospital is this? Who...who brought me here?"

"This is the Special Medical Center of the Ministry of Justice of Jian'an Province. As for the rest, someone will answer your questions later."

The Special Medical Center of the Ministry of Justice of Jian'an Province? Wei Yuan immediately felt a sense of unease. Just then, the doctor brought over more equipment to examine his wounds. After nearly an hour of work, they finally treated him, applying medicine to his entire back. They painted his back brown and bandaged some areas appropriately.

At this moment, Wei Yuan was like a turtle carrying its shell, awkwardly lying on the bed, still unable to move.

After a while, two people in uniform walked in as the doctors around were busy coming and going: "Director Zhou, how is the patient?"

"The wounds have been treated, and they seem to be more conscious than when they first woke up. They will need to undergo another examination in a while." Director Zhou nodded at the two of them and said, "These are the injuries, and they all appeared recently."

"Even Mr. Wei himself thinks it's a whip mark, right?" After watching for a while, one of them suddenly said thoughtfully.

“I… guessed… guessed…” Wei Yuan hurriedly said, lying there.

The uniformed man glanced at the wound again, neither confirming nor denying.

"After our examination, it does indeed show characteristics of a suspected whiplash injury. If you have any questions, please ask them as soon as possible. I'll be leaving now." The doctor clearly knew what they were there for.

"Okay, then thank you, Director Zhou. We need to take some time."

Director Zhou nodded, and soon after, the medical staff in the ward left.

Then the middle-aged man in the lead of the two uniformed men spoke up: "Mr. Wei Yuan, right? A director of the Maritime Bank."

The middle-aged man did not speak in a questioning tone, but rather in a declarative manner. Clearly, he had figured out Wei Yuan's true identity, which was not a difficult task for an intelligence agency.