Who wants to become a god? Aren't you all forcing me?

"Strange," Li Chenqiu muttered to himself.

Although he had doubts and concerns, he still stepped into the abandoned residential building.

The stairwell was dark and cold due to years of vacancy; the peeling paint emitted a strange and pungent odor; and in some corners, one could see the decaying corpses of unknown creatures.

Li Chenqiu stepped on the dust-covered stairs, each step kicking up a little dust, the muffled footsteps quietly echoing in the empty stairwell.

First floor... third floor... fourth floor... sixth floor!

Li Chenqiu walked to a wooden door full of scratches and knocked on it.

Knock knock knock!

After a few seconds, the wooden door made a harsh "creak" and was pulled open from the inside.

A gaunt young man appeared in front of Li Chenqiu, the very same young man who had handed him the note earlier.

"Please come in."

The young man stepped aside, respectfully making way.

Li Chenqiu sized him up and asked curiously, "Have we met somewhere before?"

"Ah?" The young man smiled awkwardly. "Yes, just now!"

Li Chenqiu smiled faintly and stepped into the room.

The room was small, filled with dust-covered furniture, except for the sofa and coffee table in the center of the living room.

Besides the young man, there was also a man and a woman in the room. Li Chenqiu had seen the woman before; she was the one who had been traveling with the young man. At this moment, she was standing respectfully beside the sofa, massaging the middle-aged man's shoulders.

The middle-aged man had fair skin and chiseled features, wearing a well-tailored retro plaid suit, with his legs crossed, leaning elegantly on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Hearing the movement at the door, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Li Chenqiu, their eyes meeting directly.

Li Chenqiu's eyes were deep, a trace of imperceptible apprehension flashing within them.

When facing a powerful life, his sixth sense would give him a warning, such as an accelerated heartbeat and rapid secretion of endorphins.

Earlier, the moment he walked into the room, Li Chenqiu's sixth sense had sensed a very powerful presence near the sofa, but the sixth sense was not pointing to the middle-aged man, but to the woman.

The man was like a puff of air, dispensable, without any danger.

But the more it was like this, the more vigilant Li Chenqiu became. Even if a normal person was weak, he could sense their existence, how could they be so weak that he couldn't detect them at all?

Seeing Li Chenqiu standing there staring at him, the middle-aged man revealed a gentle smile, pointing to the other end of the sofa and saying, "Sit down, don't be so reserved."

"Okay," Li Chenqiu replied casually, walked to the sofa, sat down steadily, and then just quietly looked at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked gently towards the door. "Ma Mian, make tea for our guest."

The young man at the door trembled and braced himself to respond, "Okay."

After speaking, he lowered his head and walked to the coffee table, carefully making tea for Li Chenqiu with somewhat unfamiliar movements.

"Ma Mian?" Li Chenqiu leaned over and looked at Ma Mian.

Ma Mian nodded tremblingly, not daring to make eye contact with Li Chenqiu.

The middle-aged man smiled and explained, "Ma Mian possesses a mystic artifact called the Soul Return Needle. As long as this needle is inserted into anyone's brow, once Ma Mian is killed, he will be reborn in the person with the needle, and he can accurately locate the killer."

Li Chenqiu suddenly understood, smiling and nodding, "Interesting, I didn't expect there to be such a heaven-defying mystic artifact."

"Just a one-time use mystic artifact. If it could be reborn infinitely, I wouldn't give it to him." The middle-aged man's eyebrows curved like crescent moons, continuing to Li Chenqiu:

"Let me introduce myself, I am Yama, one of the Ten Kings of Hell. You can just call me Yama. The one behind me is Niu Tou of Hell, and like Ma Mian, they are both Yin Generals of Hell."

The woman standing behind nodded to Li Chenqiu.

Li Chenqiu leaned back on the sofa and said in a deep voice, "Yama, Yin General, your Hell has quite a few job titles. What do you want me here for?"

"Didn't the note explain it clearly? We are here to help you clear your name regarding the Calamity Water," Yama said with some surprise.

Li Chenqiu looked at Yama in confusion. "I killed people from your Hell and stole your spiritual mystic artifact. Not only are you not seeking revenge, but you're also helping me clear my name. It's a little hard to understand!"

"What's so hard to understand? A gifted genius with dual identities, and who also controls a revived spiritual mystic artifact, of course our Hell wants to recruit him," Yama said matter-of-factly.

"Even if I'm a gifted genius, I'm only a Second Restriction now, and my identity as a Fated One is highly questioned. As for the so-called spiritual mystic artifact, if you kill me, it will become an unowned object. I still can't understand," Li Chenqiu shook his head.

"Drink your tea!" Yama raised his hand to indicate the hot tea on the table.

Hearing this, Li Chenqiu picked up the teacup and took a small sip.

Seeing Li Chenqiu drink his tea, Yama asked expectantly, "I grew this myself, how is it?"

Li Chenqiu lowered his head, savoring it for a moment, and said faintly, "I don't know how to appreciate tea, but it feels pretty good."

Yama smiled contentedly, then explained, "If it were just your talent and dual identity, it wouldn't be enough to carry much weight, at most it would make Hell interested, but adding your spiritual mystic artifact is completely different.

The previous owner of this spiritual mystic artifact was from our Hell. That Awakened was originally an ordinary ghost soldier, but after being recognized by this spiritual mystic artifact, his strength increased by leaps and bounds.

If he had a few more years, this Awakened would definitely become the mainstay of Hell, but... a common man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure. What right does an ordinary ghost soldier have to possess such a strong spiritual mystic artifact?

Later, he was killed, or rather, he was killed by people from Hell, but what was surprising was that with the death of that Awakened, that spiritual mystic artifact also turned into a bloody mist, disappearing into the world out of thin air, and reappearing, only today, a hundred years later."

"Bloody mist?" Li Chenqiu frowned in confusion.

Yama nodded. "Spiritual mystic artifacts all have self-protection mechanisms. If the owner is killed, it will resist in its own way, but it usually only resists symbolically, it won't be as fierce as your spiritual mystic artifact."

Hearing this, Li Chenqiu reached out and touched his "Ember." He didn't expect that the previous owner of "Ember" was actually from Hell.

Yama smiled and extended his hand to Li Chenqiu. "Join Hell, we will provide you with barely breathing High Restriction lives for you to slaughter, and we can also help you clear your name regarding the Calamity Water, allowing you to live a comfortable life in human society."

Li Chenqiu lowered his head, seemingly hesitating.

A few minutes later, he slowly raised his head, his indifferent and cold eyes gradually revealing themselves from the shadows.

"If I join Hell, can you help me kill those three people from the Anbu?"