“That's very strange,” Samuel Clark said. “Before I met this young man, I never remembered having such memories, but after seeing him, those memories surged forth like a spring.”

But why is that? Samuel Clark has seen countless souls of the dead over the past thousand years, so why is it that only William Dawson appears in his memories?

After thinking for a moment, Samuel Clark came up with a bold hypothesis and couldn't help but grow excited.

“Young man, let me ask you, did you choose reincarnation or to become an underworld official?”

“Reincarnation, as a rich second generation.”

Seeing William Dawson answer without hesitation, Samuel Clark shook his head.

“Young man, although I can rule your death as unjust, you should know that in recent years, the number of unjust deaths is enormous, and reincarnation requires waiting in line.”

William Dawson nodded. “I know, the two underworld sisters just told me.”

“You know you have to wait in line, but do you know how long you'll have to wait?”

“I don't know.”

“Seven hundred and twenty-six years.” Samuel Clark smiled. “Before that, you can only be a wandering soul in this underworld.”

“Over seven hundred years?!” William Dawson was truly shocked. After more than seven hundred years, would that world still be the world he remembered? Would it still be the world he wanted to return to?

Seeing the meaningful look on Samuel Clark's face, William Dawson suddenly realized things might not be so simple.

“Boss, do you have something else to say?”

Samuel Clark smiled and nodded. “That's right. I want you to do something for me. If you do it well, I'll use all my connections to help you cut in line for reincarnation as much as possible. Deal?”

Do something?

Not only William Dawson, but Grace Bennett and Emma Foster also didn't quite understand. Samuel Clark is, after all, a high-ranking underworld immortal. Though not all-powerful, he still possesses great abilities. With such cultivation, what could he possibly need a wandering soul's help with?

“I need to ask first, boss,” William Dawson said. “Is this thing dangerous?”

“Extremely dangerous. If not handled well, the living will die, and the dead will scatter.”

“This...”

William Dawson was just asking out of formality, but he didn't expect Samuel Clark to admit it so directly.

“...Boss, are you serious? It's really hard for me to agree like this.”

“I don't want to lie to you. What I need you to do is truly dangerous, but it's all just my speculation and hypothesis. It's possible you won't need to do anything at all. So I hope you think it through. Seven hundred years of waiting, or a chance to take a gamble?”

“I...”

William Dawson was clearly hesitating.

When he was alive, there were many such opportunities, but without exception, William Dawson always gave them up. He was never someone who fought for things, not even during his days in the orphanage. Maybe that's why he was never adopted.

“I agree.”

William Dawson answered very seriously.

“I'll go do that extremely dangerous thing for you, and you let me return to the human world.”

Samuel Clark nodded and said to Grace Bennett, “Forty li west of the Gates of Hell, there is a mountain shrouded in yin energy. Half the mountain is green, half is black. People call it the Peak of No Return. At the foot of the mountain, there is a house. You two take William Dawson there.”

Grace Bennett didn't dare delay and quickly set off with William Dawson and Emma Foster.

After bidding farewell to Samuel Clark, the three returned to the van.

“Sister Bai, what's going on?” Emma Foster muttered as she started the vehicle. “The chief judge gives off a weird vibe.”

“How could we possibly understand what those big shots are thinking? Just do as we're told.”

William Dawson looked out the window, feeling complicated inside.

“William Dawson, did you ever meet Lord Samuel Clark in the world of the living?” Grace Bennett asked.

“No, this is my first time meeting him.”

“That really is strange.”

As they were talking, Grace Bennett's phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, Grace Bennett immediately straightened up.

“Hello? Yes, The Ancestor.” Grace Bennett answered the call respectfully.

“Oh, Grace's Grandchild, who are you with?”

“Reporting to The Ancestor, I'm with Emma of the Foster Family, and we're escorting a soul who died unjustly.”

Hearing Grace Bennett mention her, Emma Foster also spoke into the phone: “Hello, Seventh Grandfather.”

“Xiaoguo? Hello, give my regards to Eighth Elder.”

“Thanks to you, Eighth Grandfather talks about you every day at home.”

“Talks about me? That old ghost still owes me a meal. Say, Grace's Grandchild, you promised to teach me how to use photo editing software today. It's been half a day already, and you're still not done?”

“Ah, The Ancestor, I'm really sorry.” Grace Bennett apologized repeatedly and explained the whole situation to the person on the other end of the line.

William Dawson thought to himself, anyone Grace Bennett calls The Ancestor must be the one people call Seventh Elder, White ReaperEdward Bennett.

After listening to Grace Bennett's explanation, Edward Bennett was silent for a moment. “Grace's Grandchild, what did you say the name of the person you're escorting is?”

“His name is William Dawson.”

For some reason, there was silence on the other end of the line.

“What's wrong, Seventh Grandfather?” After a while, Emma Foster, who was driving, asked in a low voice.

“I don't know...”

Suddenly, the van flying through the air shook violently, and the sky changed color.

“Huh?”