I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 526: Chapter 211: Explosive Great Sun, Merge into One (5k)_3

”Don’t overthink it. Write it down quickly, then tell the Scorching Sun Department. As for the rest, you don’t need to concern yourself.”

Hmm, just by helping to transfer intel, you might already be under surveillance. The Scorching Sun Department doesn’t have much strength on that side.

How about this—I’ll give you a phone number. If you run into any danger, just call this number.

Just say I gave you this number.”

Wen Yan had Fu Guangfei note down a phone number, told him to hurry back, and that he didn’t need to come anymore after this.

Cai Heizi is really something—not even human, squeezing child labor again.

Any and all resources that can be used, once they’re in Cai Heizi’s hands, he’ll wring them dry without a morsel of courtesy.

Who knows what kind of benefits he gives out, I forgot to ask just now too.

I’ll ask later—Cai Heizi has the guts to even withhold Pei Tugou’s bonus, so would he really be scared to skimp a student’s reward?

Now that Fu Guangfei is delivering the intel outside, Wen Yan isn’t so pressed for time. No need for the Blue Mane Horse to rush like some stray hound.

As for that last Mushroom Bomb, there’s no way he’s bringing it back.

That thing is way too dangerous. There’s no way he’d dare take it onto the soil of the Divine Land.

So, Wen Yan thought it over: the safest place is to bury it in the Styx River. There’s nothing in the Styx, and no one will ever dare dig it up out of there.

...

In the northern part of Guanzhong County, deep in a natural underground tunnel buried beneath the yellow earth and the mountain ravines—

The Taoist stared dazedly at the wooden idol before him.

The decayed marks that already riddled the idol’s surface, in an instant, seemed to have aged several centuries, crumbling into rotten wood.

The statue, its eyes shut, retained the faintest glint of spirituality, but now, even that spark dissolved into silence, leaving nothing behind.

When the effigy had rotted to the limit, it collapsed with a crash, morphing into a huge ashen-brown giant python.

The python kept its eyes closed, utterly still. The incense qi, Yin Qi, and Yang Energy on its body gradually began to fade away.

Only then did the Taoist seem to snap from his trance, panic rising as he lunged forward, grabbing a thick stack of assorted talismans from his cloth pouch, trying to use them to seal the dispersing aura from the serpent.

”Wake up, please wake up! You can’t sleep, if you fall asleep you’ll never open your eyes again...”

But the power of the talismans—sealing, suppressing—none of it had any effect at all.

The aura on the giant serpent continued to dissipate, Yang Energy was the first to vanish completely, followed by Yin Qi.

When Yin Qi was exhausted, and even the incense qi faded away bit by bit, the Taoist slumped powerless to the side, his gaze dull and vacant.

He sat where was, and all the sounds around him seemed to drift far away.

In his mind, only a low buzzing remained; the world spinning, as if everything was receding, and yet he could hear nothing, could grasp nothing at all.

It was a long, long time before he managed to pull himself together from the blow’s suddenness.

Still clutching the giant serpent, he mumbled to himself while sitting on the ground.

”Impossible... how could it be... there can’t be anything in the Netherworld that not even you can escape from... Impossible...”

After calming himself, he immediately set up an altar and began performing the rituals, trying to summon the soul, trying to see if even a fragment remained.

But three hours passed, and the giant serpent showed no reaction, no matter what rituals he performed.

No trace of a soul was found, not the faintest flicker of spirituality returned.

The serpent’s soul had vanished utterly, so utterly there wasn’t even a mark left behind.

The Taoist sat on the ground, staring at the dead serpent, expressionless, silent for a long time.

He considered for ages, forcing himself to stay calm.

In the end, the only thing he could think of was the Scorching Sun Department.

Or rather, the only possible lead was Wen Yan in the Ghost Forbidden Area.

The one who’d fallen into the Netherworld, then somehow managed to return, and then vanished once again: Wen Yan.

This was the only possible variable left.

Still, he simply could not comprehend, in such a short span, mere days—how had the other found the statue?

And by what means, could he have killed the Statue Ghost so thoroughly, even to the point it couldn’t flee the Netherworld, not a trace of awareness escaping?

No one knew the Statue Ghosts better than he did—yet he truly had no idea what kind of power could do this.

Frankly, even if the Old Celestial Master himself descended into the Netherworld, absolutely impossible for him either—to not even give the Statue Ghost time to flee before killing it perfectly clean, not one shred of consciousness escaping back.

The Taoist recalled that mysterious man warning him at the doorway that day.

Too bad, at the time, he thought he’d been cautious enough, never expected it would end up like this anyway.

He sat dumbly where he was, for a long, long time, then finally closed his eyes, wordless, tears slipping silently down his face.

At last, he opened his eyes, raised his hand, and a talisman shone forth on his forearm.

He stroked the talisman, reached out a hand to pat the serpent’s head, and said softly—

”I’m sorry. I was careless. I’m afraid there’s no way I can bring you back, all I can do for you is get revenge.”

Luckily, you finished the organ-implantation and eye-opening. The talisman you granted me is still here.

We still have a shot. If we can’t stay hidden, then let’s not hide anymore.

Let’s turn his world upside down, and avenge you.”

He took a wire saw from the bag, cut off the entire head of the giant serpent, and split open its belly—inside were not normal organs, but all kinds of funerary organs in place of viscera.

The Taoist draped the serpent’s skin across his own body, and with its blood, drew twisted runes.

Then, the talisman on his hand began to glow faintly.

He cut open his own belly, replacing his internal organs with the funerary organs from inside the serpent.

All at once, strange powers began to rise from his figure—living Yang Energy, Nether Soul’s Yin Qi, and wisps of incense all appeared.

After stitching his wound with five-colored thread, the gash on his body began to heal at frightening speed.

Finally, he took the giant serpent’s head and fit it over his own, suturing flesh and bone together. As the talisman on his hand flickered, that serpent head gradually dissolved, merging with his body into one.