I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 458: Chapter 189 Halfway Modeling, Got Stuck (5k)

Wen Yan thought for a long time before he finally understood—not that the Netherworld was too barren, but that he had arrived too early, and a lot of things just hadn’t appeared yet.

The Netherworld game was basically like just building a map and immediately launching it, and up until now, it had only been updated once.

Wen Yan wanted to go back, not because there wasn’t enough food—there was plenty—but water was far scarcer than food.

There used to be a well in the backyard, but after coming to the Netherworld, the well gradually dried up.

Forget about taking a bath or anything, that’s way too much of a waste—just eating and drinking is enough.

After getting things more or less ready here, Wen Yan was preparing to leave with everyone, to search for a way out of the Netherworld.

What Big Aunt said was probably really the way out.

After sending off Chen Qimo, he told her that he was going on a long trip this time, and he’d let her know if he came back, but she shouldn’t come again.

Wen Yan looked at all the stuff in the manor—he really hated to just leave so much of it here.

He didn’t bother with the medicinal herbs in Lord Zhu’s garden, but once in the Netherworld, they somehow grew like crazy.

The books in the study—many were unique, real treasures, and to just leave them here... what if some illiterate player came and wrecked them? That would be tragic.

As for those paper dolls, since not a single evolved one has popped up, he decided not to bring them—just leave them here to guard the manor anyway. This environment was pretty suitable for paper dolls, after all.

The Steward was definitely coming, having evolved into a Spirit and Monster, and besides, the Steward himself wanted to come along.

After a whole day of packing, he sealed up the matured medicinal herbs, sealed up the books, and with Old Zhu’s memorial tablet added in, huge bags and bundles were hauled away by the warhorses as they left the manor.

Before leaving, he shut the manor gates, let those paper dolls operate freely, and told them if they saw enemies to just avoid them, not to fight head-on. Maybe, if enough time passed in this environment, even the paper dolls might develop spiritual intelligence.

Finally, he blessed the place with some Yang energy. Wen Yan looked at the home he’d lived in for days—still reluctant to leave. What a great manor it was.

Thinking a bit, holding the Blood Warm Jade in one hand, he pressed the other hand to the center of the courtyard, used the power of the Blood Warm Jade to channel surging Yang energy and washed it over—blessing the entire manor with a burst of Yang energy in one go.

May this place last a while longer if possible.

He was bringing too much stuff this time, so rather than move over the tomb mounds, he went over the ground instead.

With a clear direction, their pace wasn’t bad at all. The warhorses pulled them along, and as long as you fed these Blue Mane Horses some Paper Money and blessed them with Yang energy, they’d never feel tired even without sleep.

Wen Yan only needed to double-check the direction.

Two days later, at the first small Earth City they encountered, Wen Yan, a living person, showed up with dozens of Nether Soul horses, dragging a giant fire basin three or four meters wide.

With Little Fire Seed, Lin Jue, the Grave Walker, the Steward, and all his supplies and gear, they set off from the little Earth City in grand style, heading westward.

He really didn’t want to come back to this haunted place—at least not until they’d updated in something new.

Hopefully this time he’d find a way out smoothly.

The night before, Fourth Great-uncle Master had messaged to say that Fusang next door had an outbreak of the Night Parade of Hundred Demons, and these ghosts had no interest in coming to the Netherworld and just wanted to stir up chaos in the real world.

Last time Fu Guangfei visited, he said even the streetlights around his place were running low.

What Cai Heizi enjoys most now is handing out salaries and bonuses—just the direct losses avoided this time could pay Pei Tugou ten thousand years of wages, no need to even count it up.

If you estimated it based on Fusang’s situation, the prevented follow-up economic losses could pay Pei Tugou tens of thousands of years of wages.

And that’s just a preliminary estimate.

Running out of streetlights is no big deal—Divine Land has nothing if not production. The only headache is finding a market for it all.

So just allocate funding to purchase, pay cash straight away, and within three days, the manufacturer can set up over a hundred new streetlights where there aren’t any, just as planned.

Actually, twenty of those were free gifts from the manufacturer since the money was paid upfront.

Wiring, planning, everything sorted—no need to worry as long as you pay immediately.

With the money in place, anything’s negotiable.

This manufacturer might not get another such straightforward order in eight hundred years—even earning a little less is better than not getting paid at all.

This Cai Heizi guy really is something else—to boost deterrence there, he even started spreading rumors himself, saying the Scorching Sun Department had gotten thoroughly beaten there and had to swallow their pride, that kind of thing.

Whenever he thought of Cai Heizi, Wen Yan always wondered how come he couldn’t send messages through dreams—otherwise, he’d mess with him every night at three a.m.

Once done, Cai Heizi definitely wouldn’t dare speak up. If someone asked, all he could say was, ”Why are you dreaming about me? Are you a pervert?”

He’d have to keep an eye out in the future, see where he could get that kind of ability.

With his mind wandering, accompanied by the clopping of hooves, three days slid by in a flash.

If Big Aunt hadn’t mentioned there was a big pocket of moisture here, and since he was good with directions, he’d have thought he’d messed up somewhere.

Riding ahead with the warhorse, the distance they covered in three days was at least equal to him walking seven or eight days. Six or seven hundred kilometers easy.

As they traveled, the Little Fire Seed sleeping by his neck suddenly stirred, reached out a tiny hand, and grabbed Wen Yan’s collar.

Wen Yan closed his eyes, and as a gust of wind blew over, he felt a trace of humidity in the air. Having come from a parched place, he was especially sensitive to that feeling.