I Rely on Autopsy and Work as a Judge in the Fairy World

I, the chief medical examiner of modern times, have become the most unlucky "bone asker" in the fairy world. In this world where soul-searching techniques are used to solve crimes and the oath of heaven is guaranteed, my scalpel has become the biggest heresy. The genius of Xianmen "went crazy" and died suddenly? I examined the bones and injuries, and publicly identified his master as the real culprit. The immortal corpse does not rot in the ancient secret realm? I opened my skull to check my age and exposed it with a sneer: "This 'ancestor' was no more than a mortal when he died." They laughed at me like an ant looking at the sky, but I used a lancet as a pen to write the truth that the immortal world dare not look directly at. From being abandoned like a ruined autopsy puppet to being in charge of the prison, the "Judge" is feared by both immortals and demons. When I ascended to the prosperous world, I cut it open, revealing the dense white bones. It turns out that the end of the immortal road is already filled with lies.