I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 457: Chapter 188 Worse Than Me, Share (5k)_3

A little girl saw him, wasn’t scared, didn’t misunderstand him, and even offered him three sticks of incense. She just didn’t understand the rules very well and let the incense carry a bit of chili sauce smell and some foul air—nothing worth mentioning.

The Red Skirt Ghost finished the incense and was about to leave, but after seeing the direction the little girl went, he hesitated, took a step forward, thought again, turned around to walk away, but after three steps, he heaved a long sigh and turned to follow after her.

It had been a very, very long time since he’d eaten incense offered just for him. He’d forgotten how long it’d been.

Even though the incense the little girl offered didn’t taste all that great...

He trailed far behind all the way, watched the little girl go home, and sure enough, just as he expected, saw the Green-faced Evil Spirit.

The Green-faced Evil Spirit was sneering. As soon as he came out from a corner, a thick, muscular arm wrapped around his neck.

The Evil Spirit was about to struggle, but when he lowered his head, he saw red shoes and a red dress. He knew exactly who it was.

”What are you doing! That’s my target!”

”Touch that little girl, and I’ll kill you.” The Red Skirt Ghost’s face was solemn, murderous intent flashing between his brows, his eyes glowing red.

”That’s my target! Go find your own!” The Evil Spirit’s expression twisted even more, his eyes filled with a savage gleam.

But in the next second, the Red Skirt Ghost’s arm suddenly bulged thicker, his hair wilder and wilder.

The Green-faced Evil Spirit was caught so tight his head felt like it would explode.

”This is the last time I’ll say it. I don’t care about anyone else’s life or death, but if you touch this girl, I’ll kill you. If anything happens to her, you’re the first I’ll come after!”

The Green-faced Evil Spirit was startled for the first time by the sheer ferocity radiating off this psycho Red Skirt Ghost.

The Red Skirt Ghost let go of him and turned to leave.

The Green-faced Evil Spirit stood rooted, grinding his teeth, shot one last hateful glance, and turned away with a snarl.

He really didn’t dare anymore.

Fierce ghosts are all obsessive maniacs. If he pushed it, the Red Skirt Ghost would probably go down with him just for revenge.

The Green-faced Evil Spirit spat out foul air. He figured this little girl must have triggered some obsession for the Red Skirt Ghost—otherwise, surely he wouldn’t have nearly started a fight over her.

Forget it, no point arguing with a madman.

But looking at that little girl, he really was reluctant to let her go—she was such a perfect vessel.

The Green-faced Evil Spirit looked back three more times, but in the end, he could only give up for now.

...

Chen Qimo arrived home, her heart still pounding chaotically. She lit three sticks of incense in front of Grandma’s photo.

Then, she suddenly remembered with a shock that she’d accidentally blown out the incense while fumbling earlier.

Maybe... she should offer incense again tomorrow? Or go apologize?

The girl returned to her room. Thinking there was no class tomorrow, she hesitated, then couldn’t resist and took out her device to log into the Cyber Netherworld.

...

Wen Yan walked out from the grave mound and collapsed into a chair.

Hunting down remnants of the Sacred Fire Sect was exhausting—he’d traveled at least a thousand kilometers in the past few days.

He’d finally destroyed the last Sacred Fire War Spirit he could find.

He opened his small bag. Inside were six black iron tokens, each with a different mark.

At least the material was decent—they couldn’t even be burned by Yang Fire.

Sitting in the chair, the steward brought him hot tea.

And in the firepit in the yard, the little fire seedling saw Wen Yan come back, immediately tossed aside the stick it’d sneaked away, and waved its tiny hands excitedly.

Start a fire, cook, everyone eat together—a little celebration.

They’d just started eating when a glow flashed outside the manor—Chen Qimo showed up.

The girl spotted Wen Yan at home and instantly beamed with delight.

”Big Brother Su, you’re back!”

”Mm, just finished a phase, back to rest for a while.”

The girl sat obediently at his side. After a few words, she couldn’t hold it in and started sharing today’s adventures with Wen Yan.

She saw a buff uncle-like ghost in a red dress and red shoes—looked strange, pretty fierce, but he turned out to be nice, helping an old lady who’d been killed catch her murderer.

She’d seen most of it. From what the bystanders said, the old lady had a big hole in the back of her head, lost a lot of blood, and was already dead.

She even saw the uncle ghost take away two murderers, and that’s when she realized what that creepy-looking ghost uncle had done.

She remembered what Wen Yan had told her: humans are complicated, so ghosts must be too. Not all ghosts are out to harm people.

She saw it firsthand today, boldly offered incense—but totally forgot you shouldn’t blow out the flame.

The girl talked about rare bits of excitement in her otherwise calm life, then asked Wen Yan if she should go apologize tomorrow. She remembered Grandma saying it was impolite to blow out incense flames with your mouth.

”Then just go apologize, and maybe bring some snacks and a new offering of incense. Since that uncle helped a stranger, he probably won’t mind, but apologizing is your call.”

”Okay.” Chen Qimo made up her mind to visit tomorrow night and apologize to that uncle ghost.

”When did you start seeing ghosts?”

”I don’t remember.”

”Just don’t pay attention to them. Just treat them like strangers.”

Wen Yan thought for a moment, then placed his big palm on Chen Qimo’s head, infusing her with loads of Yang energy with the Scorching Sun Blessing.

”Alright, now ordinary ghosts can’t get near you.”

...

In a rundown old house, three ghosts were bickering—things had gotten tense. The Water Ghost, who’d been lying low, said they sensed someone from the Scorching Sun Department nearby. The Red Skirt Ghost and Green-faced Evil Spirit immediately started blaming each other—each saying the other had drawn trouble.

Now, they had no choice but to leave this small town for somewhere even more remote.

The Green-faced Evil Spirit felt uneasy, thinking it was because he’d drained too much Yang energy today and drew the Scorching Sun Department’s attention.

But the Red Skirt Ghost knew better—in the past few days, they’d run into those two ruthless youngsters, one of whom could definitely see ghosts. After being taken away, who knew what they’d said.

He’d done something good today, but in the end, they might still be exposed because of it.