I Am Your Natural Enemy

Sensing the wanton killing intent emanating from Pei Tugou, a tall, skinny figure emerged.

In the next moment, Pei Tugou, holding a blood rope in one hand, shook it with the other, and the strands of blood-soaked rope split again and again, transforming into dozens of blood snakes, exploding outwards in a frenzy.

The newly appeared man wore a look of terror, let out a screech, and turned to flee.

But he’d only taken two steps before a blood rope looped tightly around his neck, adding him to the ranks of human helium balloons.

Pei Tugou gripped the blood rope, his whole body reeking of malice, a thick shroud of black aura engulfing him, leaving only two rows of vicious, predatory white teeth visible in that darkness.

Wen Yan led the others to keep their distance from him.

The Yang energy in his own body flared up on its own from agitation.

He reached out and touched the others one by one, bestowing them each with an extra touch of Yang energy as added protection.

So they wouldn’t get caught up by Pei Tugou before they even found their real target.

Pei Tugou advanced step by step, the scattered blood ropes dragging in everything living within this domain without discrimination.

No, to be precise—a sweep of anything that moved.

In a grave, a corpse was yanked out by the neck as the blood rope shattered the earth above.

A panda inside a cage was no exception, hoisted neck-first—cage and all—into midair.

There was a cow, over a dozen ducks…

And living people, ghosts, demons—in just a matter of ten seconds.

The blood ropes had already suspended over thirty different creatures mid-air.

One rope had even shrunk, hanging up an insect less than ten centimeters long.

Wen Yan stared at a farm chicken dangling in the air, a look of brief stupefaction in his eyes.

I just told you to be careful, but did you really have to be so literal, leaving neither chicken nor dog behind?

Even people’s chickens for meat had to be strung up? Isn’t that a bit much?

Dozens of creatures of all kinds hung midair; Pei Tugou looked like some helium balloon vendor, dragging behind a floating cluster of life, step by grim step, preparing to bulldoze this entire domain.

But seeing none of the suspended beings were obviously dead, Wen Yan wanted to speak up, but held himself back.

He figured anything caged up probably wasn’t the target.

Probably those chickens and ducks weren’t the target either.

But when even bugs were strung up, he decided it was best not to presume.

He peered more closely; he really couldn’t tell quickly which ones were demons and which weren’t.

And there was no way judging by looks alone would reveal good or evil here.

Better to play it safe for now.

They pressed on deeper inside. Tong Si followed just behind Wen Yan, her eyes tearing from the pungent air as she continued to help discern and take note.

The Demonic Corpse raised her head, staring at the writhing blood ropes—like tentacles—before she suddenly spotted a scrawny figure.

”That’s the skinny one. He took my eyes.”

The Demonic Corpse raised her hand, directly pointing at one of them.

But the killing aura on Pei Tugou only grew heavier and heavier; the people dangling there were clearly on their last breaths.

Wen Yan sighed and quickly interjected,

”Bro, if you kill everyone, we’ll lose our lead to the real perpetrator. Let me question them first.”

The Jade Cicada’s Ice Heart Spell activated, a cool energy sinking into Pei Tugou’s skull, helping him regain some composure.

The skinny one, lead by a red rope, was lowered to the ground, and the blood ropes at others’ necks also slackened a bit, giving them all a chance to breathe.

Pei Tugou moved on, blood ropes like hideous snakes slithering into the building, scouring every nook and cranny for any suspicious targets.

Wen Yan stepped forward, eyeing the frail figure sprawled on the ground, gasping so hard his eyes trembled.

”I ask, you answer. You get one shot and I’ll only talk my brother down once.

And by the way—I’m not with the Scorching Sun Department. Got that?”

Skinny collapsed on the ground, nodding frantically.

Not from Scorching Sun—that means if I want you dead, there’s nothing to stop me. No rules to protect you.

”Her eyes. Where did they go?”

The skinny one squatted on the floor, his face still a sickly purple, glancing back at the building.

”Inside. Maybe already gone…”

”Gone? What do you mean?”

”Boss Tao said those eyes were perfect. No nearsightedness, crystal clear, carrying absolutely pure intent—a real rarity these days. Because before, it was almost impossible for anyone to donate their eyes to someone else…”

The skinny one’s voice petered out, growing quieter and quieter.

”And Boss Tao, where is he?” Wen Yan’s face darkened.

”Probably inside the room…”

”Lead the way.”

Skinny stumbled ahead, walking like a feeble old man.

Tong Si stayed at Wen Yan’s side, whispering,

”His real form’s a yellow weasel, but his outward appearance carries another’s aura. He must be bargaining for blessings, borrowing the other’s fortune.”

Wen Yan said nothing, just glanced at Skinny.

He’d heard stories before—up in the Divine Land’s Northeast, the Scorching Sun Department’s top targets were those demons that went around trading for blessings.

One case detected, one case thoroughly crushed.

This guy must have fled down here to Nanwu County from up north.

Because up there, demons who chose the righteous path were called Baojia Immortals, properly worshipped, and allowed to exist.

The forests up there are boundless, rife with mountain spirits and demon ghosts—a long-standing balance has formed, human and certain demons living together in harmony.