Ye Shuang was simultaneously repeating what that invisible guy said and exposing the holes in his lies.

Clearly, that invisible guy didn't know that Ye Shuang's notebook automatically starts recording video when opened, and the recorded video is backed up in another location.

It was also clear that the guy didn't expect Ye Shuang to pick apart everything he said.

Wen Yan watched the video and casually remarked.

"Well, just this one sentence is enough to confirm that he's probably an old relic who's been lying in a tomb for ages without fresh air.

If he were used to modern ways, he wouldn't have fallen into such obvious traps so precisely with every step he took.

Moreover, he's either an ignorant old relic.

Or someone completely detached from reality, who doesn't know the hardships of life, and has no idea why the poor can't eat cake."

"Not necessarily." Feng Yao shook his head and added: "In ancient times, many of the people they referred to as citizens weren't necessarily the same as what we consider, those whom we perceive as citizens might not even count as such in their books."

"True, I'm behaving like that guy, stuck in a habitual thought pattern."

They continued watching the video, seeing that Ye Shuang hadn't planned to argue with the invisible guy on screen, but soon the guy brought up the subject of curses.

When Ye Shuang heard the details about the curse, he became even more alert and immediately prepared to leave.

Unfortunately, the invisible guy seemed to know a lot more about the curse, much more than Ye Shuang did.

You could see the struggle on Ye Shuang's face and in his eyes, as he realized this guy likely had no good intentions, yet the curse was his greatest obsession.

The more the villagers saw, the more they wanted to resolve it, never content with leaving things be.

Ye Shuang was a typical case; as a child, he had attended the funerals of clan members who died of the curse, without quite understanding it.

For a long time afterward, he couldn't fathom why if it was a bad thing, some were relieved to survive, and if it was a good thing, others seemed so sad and depressed.

Growing up and learning more, he finally understood why this contradictory feeling existed.

Wen Yan watched Ye Shuang's video records and sighed inwardly.

Despite being knowledgeable and thoughtful, he was still trapped by one thing. Knowing there was likely a big pitfall, he couldn't resist jumping in.

Wen Yan didn't say anything; standing in his shoes, he thought he might make the same choice as Ye Shuang.

That's how people are, driven to give it a go, fearing regret more than failure, wanting to take the chance, no matter how slim the hope of success.

Without trying, it's a definite no, but trying might just work out.

Wen Yan had seen the books Ye Shuang read, the things he sought, traced his path, understanding his mental journey from ambition to despair to acceptance, finally calming down to make a last effort with the courage of facing an impending end.

Wen Yan thought it was such a pity, just seeing these cold records.

If he were in Ye Shuang's shoes, he doubted he could withstand it. Accepting futile surrender might be the inevitable outcome.

If Ye Shuang wanted to join the Scorching Sun Department, there shouldn't be any doubt.

Unfortunately, the villagers and the Scorching Sun Department didn't see eye to eye, conflicts that festered for decades, impossible to untangle.

They weren't like people elsewhere, caught up in the fast-paced era; everything moved quickly, as Wen Yan noticed from the way Brother Ye was addressed.

This time, Wen Yan didn't wait for the Scorching Sun Department people to give him summaries. He watched the videos himself from start to finish.

Ye Shuang left many videos, and Wen Yan wasn't in a hurry. Every day, he watched them at the Scorching Sun Department during the day, returning at night to cultivate.

The cultivation originally started at 12 hours a day, slightly reduced by three to four hours, yet Gray Cloth seemed unperturbed.

After three days of intense video watching, Wen Yan personally watched all the key videos in their entirety, without fast-forwarding.

Ye Shuang's records were very detailed, and even if something invisible was involved, he would find a way to repeat or weave the other's words and affairs into his own words, all recorded in the video.

Wen Yan saw how Ye Shuang began getting involved in these matters.

Ye Shuang obtained a lot of information about the curse from that guy.

The guy said the curse on Ye Shuang originated from King of Qin, Brother Zheng.

Through repeated probing, Ye Shuang confirmed it was during the period when Brother Zheng had become King of Qin but had not yet unified the six states.

More specifically, it should be after taking full control internally in Qin, having destroyed Han and Zhao, yet not having unified the six states.

The invisible guy had a lot of personal opinions, constantly spewing nonsense, but Ye Shuang summarized that this self-proclaimed ancestor thought it was normal for each to serve their own master to the death, but he believed the King of Qin was too ruthless, relentlessly criticizing in hopes of resonating with Ye Shuang.

Unfortunately, Ye Shuang was independent-minded and well-read, with loads of Qin slips being unearthed these years.

At Mount Li, a troop of soldier terracotta figures patrolled every night.

Anyone sensible knew many things were purely black due to differing standpoints.