I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 522: Chapter 210 Almost Succeeded, Would Not Die Content Without A Glance (5k)_2

In the old man’s muddy, lifeless eyes, it was as if a sudden light flickered, and mustering all his remaining strength, he mumbled, ”I just want to have two cups of Xifeng before I die.”

Wen Yan couldn’t bear it, so he went to prepare, but by the time he returned, he heard the old man had been rescued but was still in a coma.

Not many days later, he went again, but this time Wen Yan couldn’t get close, couldn’t go near; the man had already passed away. In the end, he truly looked nothing like himself, pitiful and wretched.

Back then Wen Yan felt awful; he even regretted not trying earlier to fulfill the old man’s wish.

That expression—a mix of regret and relief—is something Wen Yan just can’t forget, no matter what.

The family members were still moved, saying the old man couldn’t bear to leave his grandson, couldn’t bear to leave this or that.

Wen Yan knew best: all the old man wanted was to have two drinks before dying, just that simple.

Now, even without talking to that terminally ill player, Wen Yan more or less understood what he wanted. He knew, there’s no point trying to persuade.

It’s not that, knowing there’s a pit, people won’t jump in.

Wen Yan lifted his head, meeting the gaze of the statue inside the temple, his expression calm. He was wearing a mask anyway, so what was there to fear?

Some strange thoughts began floating in his mind.

Do you want to change your fate?

Do you want to alter your lonely, bitter life?

If you wish, you can have a happy family, a big clan with four generations under one roof, loving and supporting one another.

If you wish, your fate can be changed for you.

Unbidden, scenes of Wen Yan’s difficult childhood surfaced in his mind—the hardest times, eating a handful of noodles for a week, even collecting broken honeycomb briquettes from others for fuel, and getting near to carbon monoxide poisoning once.

Then memories of the old orphanage director—beatings, confiscating money—followed.

Wen Yan rubbed his head, thinking, Is that all?

Just dredge up his bad memories?

Don’t they know, once that time passed, all that’s left are just memories?

Sure, he’s living a dangerous life now, but the Scorching Sun Department pays generously enough—one big case, risk it all, and if it’s just for money, that’s already enough to live comfortably for the rest of his life.

Why should I change my fate?

I’ve got a cat, a bird, a steward, a little zombie, a son, a goddaughter—every meal is fancier than most people’s. Why would I want to change anything?

Wen Yan shook his head; his expression stayed calm, disregarding the seductive force.

If it had been earlier, tempting him this way, maybe he’d have been a little shaken.

But now, it’s too late.

Ever since he’d met the Heart-Probing Ghost, he’d already made peace with himself.

Now, this kind of question couldn’t shake him at all.

Wen Yan snapped out of it, glanced at his watch—half an hour had already passed.

He turned and left.

The statue’s gem eyes gazed at Wen Yan’s back as he vanished into the mists of the Netherworld, then slowly closed.

Wen Yan walked out of the mist, and when he reached the limit of his sight, he stopped.

He mounted his horse and patted its neck.

”Good horse, I need to keep time. Looks like you’ll need to make a few runs. Let’s head back to the mountain range first.”

Coming from the mountains to here took half a day. He hadn’t hurried then, and Wen Yan hadn’t realized the temple was just north of the range, not too far away.

Back in the mountains, Wen Yan unloaded the cargo from the horse, found a spot to bury it, covered it with black earth and made it blend in with the surroundings.

Wen Yan rode his horse, charging north at full speed, and once there, dashed back as fast as he could.

Looking at the time, the whole trip took around two hours; if he fed the Blue Mane Horse more paper money for enough blessing and Yang Energy, it could be shortened by another ten minutes.

Wen Yan wasn’t in a rush; he needed to nail down the timing.

He had to control the time precisely.

Again he rode the Blue Mane Horse to the spot where he could just make out the ruined temple’s outline, got off, and once more walked to the temple’s door, peering in. The statue’s eyes were closed and he hadn’t received any prompts—just like the first time he’d seen it.

Wen Yan checked the time; it should already be dawn by now.

He waited at the door, ate some energy bars, stubbornly waited an entire day, and as sunset approached in Divine Land, he fell back to the furthest point his eyes could reach.

After another half an hour or so, that terminally ill player he’d seen before appeared again.

The sick player left after less than two hours, followed by another player showing up.

This player stayed more than three hours, then left.

Wen Yan didn’t rush in; he watched the clock and waited until half an hour before sunrise to appear at the temple door.

He arrived at the door. The statue’s eyes were already open, looking outside.

As always, the moment their eyes met, a new and blurry scene surfaced in Wen Yan’s mind.

A great ape, bound in chains, churning up the waters, with nothing but those golden eyes blazing with dazzling light.

That look, brimming with malice and naked killing intent—as if, in the next instant, the Giant Water Monkey would tear him to shreds.

The sense of being right there was so strong that Wen Yan’s whole body broke out in goosebumps.

He could already feel the terrifying aura of the Giant Water Monkey, its enormous form needing him to look up just to see.

With only the slightest movement, the waves surged and the earth trembled. It felt as though the chained Giant Water Monkey could haul two mountains with it just to bludgeon him to death.