I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 480: Chapter 196: Take On, Bullhead (5k)_2

Now only half his body remained, yet he could still grin, showing two full rows of teeth.

He glanced at Wen Yan, who was holding a bluish-purple child in his arms—even though it was his first time meeting Wen Yan, somehow it just felt completely logical to him that Wen Yan would be able to solve the problem here.

The little girl knew him, and seeing her this happy, it made sense—he was different from the others in the Scorching Sun Department.

The Red Skirt Ghost followed Chen Qimo down from the other side of the stage, and with Wen Yan’s permission, they disappeared into the domain.

Meanwhile, Wen Yan stood on the stage, watching the ghosts swarming forward. Seeing Chen Qimo and the Red Skirt Ghost vanish made them surge even faster, their malice no longer even trying to hide itself.

They started to shriek, to roar, rushing toward the stage.

They wanted to be freed, to leave this place, but even though Wen Yan radiated such strong Yang energy, not a single one of them seemed afraid.

”All together! This is our one shot!”

”Today’s the day! If we can get out of this damn place, it starts now!”

”He’s an official! He has the power to kill all of us! But he won’t dare!” a short-sleeved man cried out, face twisted and stoking the chaos.

Yin Qi and ghostly energy still boiled, as sinister ghostly faces began to surface.

Some of the ghosts even started transforming into evil ghosts.

Wen Yan stared, taken aback by what he was seeing—listening to the wild howls, and looking at these ghosts who, just a moment ago, had huddled timidly like quails with their heads down, only to morph so drastically in an instant.

He couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

”Honestly... you guys are something else.”

Wen Yan dropped his original plan, shook his head, and with a thought, the entire domain began to fold in toward the center from both sides.

He stood atop the stage, his Yang energy blooming, forcing all the ghosts near the stage to fall back.

The whole domain began to collapse in from the front, dragging every single ghost along with it.

Gradually, the domain rolled back and condensed, turning into a section of tongue that dropped into Wen Yan’s hand.

This piece of tongue was the very foundation carrying the entire domain.

Without hesitating, Wen Yan placed that tongue directly into the mouth of the child in his arms.

What surprised Wen Yan was that the child, wide-eyed and hollow, simply began to quietly fade away as he held him.

In his hand now, a ball of light appeared, along with a clump of grievance. The light fused with the resentment, slowly coalescing into a black stone about the size of a thumb.

Wen Yan stared in a daze at the black stone.

He hadn’t expected the domain’s ghosts, after the Big Head Ghost died and those countless infant phantoms were transcended, would even dare to make a move against him.

Nor had he expected that the most difficult of these phantoms to transcend, what he desired was so simple—not even revenge, just an instinct to retrieve what was lost, and nothing more.

Wen Yan gripped the stone. That was the domain—sent away, and in the end, fell right back into his hand.

He took a steadying breath and put it away.

He looked to the side. On a stone block by the roadside, the Red Skirt Ghost sat, her figure clearly still thanks only to Wen Yan’s Yang energy holding her together, keeping her from dissolving.

Chen Qimo stood next to her, blocking her from view.

Wen Yan followed Chen Qimo’s gaze—and saw, standing there, a two-meter-tall man shape wreathed in Yin Qi. He had the head of a water buffalo, hooves for feet, muscles knotted all over his body, thick black chains wrapped tight around him. He glared this way with massive bovine eyes, bellowing.

”I’m a field agent from the Scorching Sun Department. My name is Niu Zhiqiang—official civil servant.”

”Little girl, trust me, that thing behind you is a fierce ghost.”

”Don’t be deceived by the ghost. Trust the authorities—officials can handle these things.”

”Come here quickly.”

”We will act with justice, even if he is a fierce ghost.”

”We will not wrong a good ghost, but we won’t let the bad ones go.”

Wen Yan blinked. To be honest, he hadn’t expected to face something like this when he came out.

He figured there would be dozens of guys holding special-issue rifles, encircling the area and ready to open fire at any time.

Never in a million years did he expect a guy who looked half ghost, half ox demon.

Central Plains County really was blazing new trails.

Wen Yan walked towards the guy. The ox-head suddenly turned to look at Wen Yan.

”Who are you!”

Behind the ox-head, the driver from earlier hurriedly came out.

”This is Wen Yan from Nanwu County, a disciple of Fuyu Mountain. The Minister brought him especially.”

The ox-head showed a look of amazement and quickly saluted.

”Apologies, apologies! I’m Niu Zhiqiang. I didn’t see you just now, truly sorry—my eyesight’s not so great and glasses for me are hard to get fitted.”

”It’s fine...” Wen Yan was full of curiosity—he had a lot of questions, but now wasn’t the right time to ask.

He glanced back at the Red Skirt Ghost and said,

”It’s handled. The Big Head Ghost has been executed on the spot.”

”You’re really something. I read the case file—that was a unique ghost with its own domain, supposed to be extremely difficult to deal with.”

”He was a real headache. Took me a lot of work to use the domain’s own rules to kill him.”

”And that fierce ghost...”

”As for that fierce ghost—she’s my informant.”

”Huh...” The ox-head was seriously shocked, dropping his voice: ”We can develop informants?”

”Why not? We just don’t usually call them that—I’m just used to the term.”

”Oh, I get it, I get it. Nanwu County, right? I’ve watched a lot of TV shows from there, they always call them that on those shows.”

Wen Yan looked at the people beside him.

”Anyone got a jade pendant? Any kind will do, just something a ghost can temporarily inhabit.”