Under One Person: God Profiler

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Finally, we arrived at Zhang Chulan's small county town.

Xia Linyuan didn't know where the cemetery was, so he went directly to the police station.

At this point, Xia Linyuan didn't care about politeness anymore, but considering that his grandfather was from out of town and probably not many people knew Xia Huaisang's name, he asked directly, "Excuse me, where is Zhang Xilin's grave?"

Officer Song's heart skipped a beat: "Why are you looking for his grave?"

"Something happened."

"What's the matter?" Officer Song looked at the refined-looking but indifferent young man in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"I'll take you there."

"Thank you."

Officer Song led Xia Linyuan northward.

The population gradually dwindled.

The surrounding trees were also bare, with only the occasional cawing of crows.

Officer Song could feel the aura emanating from the young man behind him growing colder and colder.

Finally arrived.

Just then, his phone rang, and Zhang Chulan's voice came through: "Uncle Song! If someone comes looking for my grandfather's grave later, please don't take him there!"

Officer Song was startled. He looked up at Xia Linyuan.

But they found the young man laughing at a tombstone.

Officer Song looked over, and the inscription on the tombstone read:

The Tomb of Xia Huaisang

Chapter 19 Testament

'Grandpa, so you were hiding here.'

'My grandson really had a hard time finding it.'

Dying quietly isn't in your nature; you'd always leave something behind, right...?

At least, they'll leave me with a few words.

Xia Linyuan stood in front of the grave, staring intently at the tombstone.

It was as if there were some rare treasures on this tombstone.

Officer Song felt a pang of panic: "Chu Lan, he's already standing in front of the grave. Should I take him away?"

"Uh, never mind, Uncle Song, just stay away from him."

"Okay, whatever you say." Officer Song had been a policeman in this area for so many years; if he didn't realize the strangeness of the Zhang family, he would have wasted his time.

He reported everything concerning the Zhang family as required, and handled his own affairs personally. He was disciplined and law-abiding. He wasn't curious or meddlesome. He was also quick to leave whenever he wanted.

The moment Officer Song turned around, he saw it all clearly.

The young man simply broke the granite stone apart with his bare hands!

Their behavior confirms they're someone you shouldn't mess with!

They took a step and left without lingering for a moment.

Xia Linyuan then took an envelope from the broken granite. He tore the envelope open and unfolded the letter inside.

It was a letter without any format.

'Grandson, you really are a grandson! You even went so far as to steal your grandfather's tombstone! Remember to erect a new one for me, this time with black granite!'

Xia Linyuan smiled slightly, "You're already dead, do you still want to tell me a joke?"

'Grandson, by the time you read this letter, your grandfather will be dead.'

If you can see this letter, you must be doing quite well in the world of supernatural beings.

Death was my own choice.

Don't be fooled by the fact that my grave is next to that big-eared thief. He can't do anything to me. So what if he's mastered the Eight Extraordinary Techniques?

My entire life has been dedicated to opera. My perfected divine mask is absolutely no less impressive than the Eight Extraordinary Skills!

The process of perfecting it, although it made many enemies, resulted in a good outcome.

Learn from the strengths of all schools of thought and endow them with divine skills.

Good things should be passed down.

Gao Gen and Gu Qiting always laughed at me for not having any special skills to show for myself and for not leaving anything good for future generations.

Hmph, let's see if he still dares to say that now.

Zhang Huaiyi and I slaughtered the remnants of the Jia Shen rebellion indiscriminately.

Leaving a peaceful world for you future generations is the greatest good I've ever done in my life...

My poor little one, you must live well even without your grandpa.

Remember to practice your vocal exercises and your physical training diligently.

Life is a play.

Grandpa's performance is over.

When you read this letter, Grandpa will have no regrets. Now it's your turn to perform.

Seeing his grandfather's grave, Xia Linyuan didn't feel much heartache, but rather a sense of relief, a peace of having found the root of the problem.

All that has happened before is now as painful as death.

As Xia Linyuan read those few words, it felt as if he had been freed from shackles. He experienced a kind of spiritual and physical elevation.

That is……

'free.'

Feeling relaxed and at ease, Xia Linyuan closed his eyes. At that moment, he felt as if he had returned to that small earthen courtyard, lying on his grandfather's rocking chair, humming softly.

Pear blossoms bloom in spring rain

I will only go for one person in this life.

Pear blossoms fall into the mud in spring

The Song of Everlasting Regret has captivated hearts and minds for millennia.

Lingering in the bustling world

Meeting again among millions of people

Your embrace makes my smile so warm

We continue our predestined relationship amidst the sounds of opera.

I won't let you be lonely anymore.

Pear blossoms bloom in spring rain

I will only go for one person in this life.

Pear blossoms fall, spring sinks into the mud.