I Am Your Natural Enemy

I find these entities without a physical form, not even a soul body, extremely annoying. They’re very troublesome to handle and difficult to verify.

Moreover, the most important issue is that messing with them can leave behind some residue, playing a trick akin to reincarnation from impure soil.

Honestly, if the Skeleton Dog were not personally enlightened by him, and if it had ever abandoned its enlightened dog head, leveling up with full gear, disposing of a max-level account without hesitation, Wen Yan wouldn’t dare to bring it out.

Now that the storage cell of the creator has been dealt with, turned to ashes, it’s time to handle the upcoming matters.

He called Zhang Qihui, who picked up immediately.

”Brother Wen!”

”Has Scorching Sun Department contacted you?”

”Yes, they’ve contacted me, and they’ve talked to me as well as the Celestial Master Mansion. Thanks a lot, Brother Wen!”

Zhang Qihui’s voice carried a cheerful tone. It’s fine if he doesn’t focus on cultivating, after all, not every Zhang Family member is suited for cultivation. Doing something else is fine; in this era, they aren’t too pressured by these things.

However, the things Zhang Qihui was doing were genuinely incomprehensible to the older generation.

Being able to let him play around was already considered quite lenient, as long as he didn’t claim to be a Zhang family member.

Now the General Director of the Scorching Sun Headquarters personally contacted the Old Celestial Master, discussing a very important project, and Zhang Qihui was an indispensable part of it.

Regarding related matters, be it the degree of compatibility or professional level, no one is more specialized than Zhang Qihui so far.

Most importantly, Zhang Qihui is a direct descendant of the Zhang lineage, having undergone strict education, and trust is never an issue.

With the contact made, the Old Celestial Master gave direct praise, and Zhang Qihui brought great pride to the Zhang lineage.

The kid hadn’t been praised by the elders for many years, and now even the Old Celestial Master personally praised him. Saying Zhang Qihui was unhappy is impossible.

Not to mention, even though he only knew part of this big plan, he felt it particularly matched his ideas and interests.

In the past, he made spirit soldiers with the aim for refinement and sophistication, but now he has a new direction.

Spirit soldiers are not required to have consciousness, but the entry level must be low, and while keeping it low, a series of issues like safety must still be ensured.

This requirement is actually not low at all; only those with low professional skills would think it’s easy. The higher the professional level, the more challenging it seems.

Having a challenge is good, as it highlights the immense value of what he’s been researching all these years.

All roads lead to Rome; he’s walking a different path, but it can still lead to achievement.

For this, Zhang Qihui is most grateful to Wen Yan. He overheard the Old Celestial Master saying that the main planner of this project seems to be Wen Yan, who strongly recommended him.

If Wen Yan hadn’t repeatedly recommended him at the General Director’s place, this wouldn’t involve him at all.

Aside from the eight White Bone Dao Soldiers, whatever Wen Yan wants, he’s willing to give.

”Alright, alright, that’s enough. We can talk more before the New Year. I was just wondering, how’s the progress coming along?”

”Honestly, it’s not easy. To fully mimic a human, the precision level is too high, and it would require at least a dozen qualified major suppliers. Additionally, with help from the Qingcheng people, maybe it can be done.”

”To simply make a dog without too much precision, is it possible?”

”What kind?”

Wen Yan thought about the size of that dog head, which was obviously not a very small dog, but just by looking at the skull, he couldn’t determine the breed.

Presumably, even the Skeleton Dog itself didn’t know what kind of dog it was.

The first thing that came to his mind was a Four-eyed Mole Cricket he saw when he was young — smart, obedient, not picky, and very diligent in guarding the house.

”For the size and appearance, just make it like a Four-eyed Mole Cricket. No need for consciousness, but it should be able to receive commands. You should start with this; going too high-end from the beginning isn’t good, and cost issues need to be considered.”

”Okay, Brother Wen, just wait a bit, no more than three days.”

Zhang Qihui was full of energy. Since it’s practical training, making a Talisman Soldier Dog was quite suitable.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Qihui glanced at the eyeball in the glass case next to him. The pupils of this pair of artificial eyeballs can even dilate and contract based on different light intensities.

This was a carefully prepared gift for Wen Yan, the most presentable thing he could think of.

With the dust settled, a series of subsequent plans could begin to be prepared.

Wen Yan could also have a few days of good rest. After returning to Virtue City, he remembered the ghost he saw in the morning and, having nothing to do, found the family member’s phone number to schedule a call and convey the message.

In the Miracle World, where the flow of time is different, upon returning, Wen Yan found it particularly hard to adjust, like he was forcibly battling jet lag, feeling odd.

Within the Virtue City Funeral House, not having gone anywhere all day, even having the director casually grab lunch at the office, he finally let out a sigh of relief after a morning of tension.

He walked out of his office, looked at the usual scenes outside, lifted his thermos, blew on the tea leaves, and took a delightful sip.

It’s good when there’s nothing wrong; everything just needs to stay as it is.

That’s all he seeks.

After the lunch break ended, Big Sister Ye from the mortuary restoration department returned to work.

The real big job starts in the afternoon.

After dealing with a car accident client in the morning, another one came in the afternoon due to an unexpected accident, with a completely disfigured face. This restoration isn’t easy, and there wasn’t really anyone else who could handle it.

The client’s family said that although theirs is just an ordinary family, the client is the type who would always shave before leaving the house, and every freshly washed shirt would be ironed each time, very concerned about personal image.

The client would say, even if it were his death day, he would still dress up sharp in a suit, crisp and clean.

Therefore, the family now hopes this client can leave in a dignified manner.

Big Sister Ye stood in the workspace, looking at the completely unrecognizable client with no scalp on the stainless steel table, then at the photos given by the family, feeling somewhat troubled.

Restoring the client to a recognizable state as himself would be quite challenging.

But remembering the tearful family who almost kneeled for her and even offered a red envelope, she sighed, turned into the room inside, and took a box from a cupboard.

Opening it, inside lay layers of skin with a bit of snake skin pattern, a special restorative material she had acquired.