My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 71

Chu Lin’er was true to her word—she really stayed with Lin Hai and refused to leave.

Every time Lin Hai turned his head, he could see Chu Lin’er’s stunningly beautiful face. And each time, she would flash him a bewitching smile, one that could stir any man’s soul.

If she were human, Lin Hai would’ve pounced on her long ago.

But no matter how gorgeous or alluring she was, the damn girl was still a ghost.

A human-ghost romance? Lin Hai wasn’t that bold yet.

He barely slept a wink all night.

Meanwhile, Ah Hua—thanks to Chu Lin’er—was spared from being kicked out and finally got to enjoy a comfortable night indoors.

At dawn, Wang Peng called, saying someone was looking for Lin Hai and waiting in his dorm. Then he hung up.

Lin Hai had no idea who it could be. He left the house and headed to campus.

As soon as he started the car, someone suddenly appeared in the empty passenger seat.

“Dammit! Can’t you stop popping up out of nowhere? You scared the hell out of me!”

Lin Hai clutched his chest, glaring at Chu Lin’er.

“Hmph!” She ignored him.

“Hey, enough already. Are you seriously gonna follow me around forever?”

“I told you—unless you tell me where that place is, I’m sticking with you.”

“I already said I made it up—”

Chu Lin’er turned her head away, refusing to listen.

“Fine. Believe what you want. Follow me if you like.” Lin Hai drove off without another word.

Chu Lin’er pulled out her phone and sent a message to King Chu Jiang.

Chu Lin’er: Father, Lin Hai let something slip yesterday. A year ago, he encountered both celestial and underworld fate in the same place. That’s where he learned the Golden Needle Soul Revival and the Yin-Yang Eyes.

In the underworld, King Chu Jiang was leisurely sipping tea when the message arrived.

“Clang!”

The teacup slipped from his hand and shattered on the ground.

Stunned for a moment, he snatched up his phone.

King Chu Jiang: Lin’er, are you saying he encountered BOTH celestial and underworld fate in the SAME place?!

Chu Lin’er: Yes, that’s what he said.

King Chu Jiang: Then hurry and ask him where exactly this place is!

Chu Lin’er: I did. Now he’s denying it.

King Chu Jiang: This… Lin’er, listen carefully. Don’t return to the underworld for now. Stay by Lin Hai’s side. I’ll explain things to the other Kings of Hell. And whatever you do, DON’T speak of this to anyone else. Remember that!

Chu Lin’er: Don’t worry, Father. I understand how serious this is.

At the same time, in the Western Paradise of Thunderclap Monastery…

Taishang Laojun: Buddha, this overlapping of celestial and underworld energies must be the only passage connecting the Three Realms. Yet, even with our combined powers, we’ve only sensed its existence—not its location.

Tathagata Buddha: Indeed, Dao Ancestor. This place is shrouded in mystery. Only one with immense fortune may uncover it. Let us wait and observe. When the time is right, the truth will reveal itself. But enough of this—you rarely visit the Western Paradise. Let me show you around, and we shall discuss the Dao amidst its wonders.

…

“Huh?”

The moment Lin Hai stepped into his dorm, he saw a middle-aged couple in their forties.

Judging by their clothes, they weren’t wealthy. Their faces were etched with anxiety and sorrow.

“Hai Zi, you’re back. These folks have been waiting for you,” Wang Peng said quickly.

“Who are you?” Lin Hai didn’t recognize them.

“Are you Lin Hai from Jiangnan University?” the man asked, voice trembling with hope.

“Yes.”

Thud!

The man dropped to his knees.

“Doctor Lin, I beg you—save my son!” He clutched Lin Hai’s legs, weeping.

The woman knelt too, kowtowing desperately.

“Doctor Lin, he’s our only child! Please, I’m begging you!”

Tears streamed down her face as she banged her forehead against the floor.

Lin Hai was stunned.

What the hell is going on?

“Please, get up first! Let’s talk!” He helped them to their feet and onto the bed.

“Uncle, Auntie, what’s this about?”

“It’s all my fault!” The man broke down.

Their names were Wang Yue and Liu Mei, farmers from the outskirts of Jiangnan City.

A month ago, their home had been marked for demolition.

At first, it seemed like good news—until they saw the pitiful compensation offered.

The villagers refused and sent negotiators, Wang Yue among them.

The developers pretended to agree—but that night, a gang of thugs stormed the negotiators’ homes, smashing everything in sight.

Wang Yue had been away, caring for his sick mother. Only his son, Wang Lei, was home.

Wang Lei, a former scout in the military, fought back fiercely, taking down four or five men.

But the gang turned vicious. Outnumbered, Wang Lei was beaten unconscious.

By the time Wang Yue and his wife returned, their son lay in a pool of blood.

They rushed him to the nearest hospital—but it was too late. The doctors said nothing could be done.

Then, by chance, they overheard medical staff talking about two miracles at City First Hospital.

A Jiangnan University student named Lin Hai had saved two patients—one with a brain hemorrhage, the other a vegetable—both declared hopeless by the eminent Dr. Du Chun.

Desperate, they tracked Lin Hai down to his dorm.

“Doctor Lin, please! Save my son! We’ll do anything—even be your slaves!” Liu Mei sobbed.

Lin Hai’s heart ached. He was about to agree when—

“Lin Hai!”

Chu Lin’er materialized behind him.

“If you dare steal another soul from the underworld’s envoys, don’t blame me for what happens!”

“Oh? And what’ll you do?” Lin Hai shot back. “Look at the crap your underworld pulls—good people die young, while the wicked live forever. The only ones who deserve to die are your damn judges!”

“You—!” Chu Lin’er was speechless.

“Uncle, Auntie—let’s go.” Ignoring her, Lin Hai stood and strode out.

Wang Yue and Liu Mei, realizing he meant to help, hurried after him, hope flickering in their eyes.

“Get in!” Lin Hai drove straight to City Fifth Hospital.

Ten minutes later, they rushed into the ward—only to find an empty bed.

“Nurse! Where’s my son?!” Wang Yue’s heart plummeted.

“Your son? He’s already been moved… to the morgue.”