I Am Your Natural Enemy

”Everyone, go to the second floor.”

Looking at the listless black mist surrounding Brother Ye, he carried Brother Ye, entered the room, and walked all the way towards the basement.

As he brought Brother Ye downstairs and reached the basement entrance, the previously listless black mist on Brother Ye instantly all retracted into his body.

Even though Brother Ye was blessed by the Explosive Great Sun, the black mist still forcibly drilled inside to hide.

Wen Yan saw this scene and suddenly felt at ease.

Just as he had guessed.

He presumed, nothing happens without a reason.

He had previously guessed that Big Sister Ye must have a curse on her too, but Big Sister Ye had always been outside, and over the years, the curse never erupted.

It couldn’t possibly be due merely to good luck.

While at school, where the Yang Energy is most intense, the vigor is strongest, and the fortune is at its peak, being able to suppress it seems quite normal.

After all, since childhood, Wen Yan heard that during his elementary school days, the school was once a graveyard.

During middle school, he heard that the school used to be a mass grave.

When he went to college, he heard that the new campus was once an execution ground.

Although Wen Yan himself estimated that these were mostly untrue, he later learned that the spread of similar legends was quite extensive, and though not everyone had heard of them, at least half of the students had heard similar stories.

Since such tales circulated so broadly, at least some part must be true.

Even the Scorching Sun Department dared to do these things, which meant that there must be an effect, something valid about it.

Big Sister Ye stepped out of campus, went to work, and over the years, nothing happened, so there must be something else suppressing it.

As for whether it was a matter of identity, Wen Yan thought that was unlikely.

The most likely explanation is that Big Sister Ye works at the Funeral Home, and that the Funeral Home itself is sufficient to suppress a mere curse.

Wen Yan had been pondering why he could see the black mist, even though he wasn’t Tong Si.

His cultivation had just completed his limbs, his torso was only halfway done, and he hadn’t practiced his head and senses yet; how could he see them for no reason?

Now, seeing the black mist on Brother Ye voluntarily dive into Brother Ye’s body, completely quiet, Wen Yan finally confirmed.

It was because of the four worshipped at his home.

Uncle, Big Aunt, Grandma, and the nameless tablet.

His ability to see the black mist is highly likely unrelated to Grandma, probably not related to Uncle and Big Aunt either, as he never heard of any link between Big Executor and a curse.

The connection is probably, and most likely, with the nameless tablet he worships, provides offerings for, along with others.

This tablet was something his Grandma worshiped when she was alive, and after Grandma passed away, Chen Qimo worshiped it when paying respects to Grandma.

Later, when Grandma asked him to take Chen Qimo away, she specifically said to take that tablet.

Wen Yan brought Brother Ye to the nameless tablet, looked at the unconscious Brother Ye, and saw no more black mist on him, causing the idea forming in his mind to begin to flourish.

Wen Yan lit incense, holding it with the Incense Grasp, and offered it to the four at home, adding offerings.

”Thank you, esteemed elders, for your protection these days.”

After respectfully offering the incense, he carried the unconscious Brother Ye and continued out the door, and drove about a mile away from home before he saw some black mist emerging from Brother Ye again.

He wanted to do an experiment and verify whether his assumptions were correct.

Driving, he headed straight to the Funeral Home.

This time, he hadn’t even reached the Funeral Home entrance yet; he could only just see the gate in the distance, at least two to three hundred meters away.

Wen Yan watched as the black mist on Brother Ye retracted again.

Great, this works perfectly, no need to go to the unit at all.

Saves him from the Director finding out and scolding him for not resting properly, asking why he even comes to work.

Wen Yan looked at his workplace and started understanding the Director.

Even from this far, it could directly suppress the power on Brother Ye.

Things were so calm and peaceful for so long, he forgot that the Virtue City Funeral House itself is a deeply dangerous pit.

Big Sister Ye working here keeps any ghosts or curses suppressed, unable to show their heads.

If something went wrong here, it would be like the sky was falling for the Director.

Giving Wen Yan a salary, occupying a quota, what’s the big deal?

Just like how the Scorching Sun Department gave Pei Tugou a salary; they used him once, and just that once, the economic recovery alone would be enough to pay Pei Tugou a ten-thousand-year salary.

Thinking from another angle, Wen Yan suddenly understood the Director’s perspective.

If he were the Director, letting an employee take a break, regardless of any concrete reason, if it could avoid some risk, the cost-effectiveness would be super high.

Wen Yan parked the car by the roadside and called Chen Tao.

”Hey, Master Chen, busy?”

”No, just idling; I just picked out a location for a store, not far from the West River, and the rent is very cheap.

I’m free now, do you want to come by for some tea?

I just brought some pine nuts from the Northeast, come by and have a seat.”

”As long as you’re not busy, brother. I have a little something to inquire from you.”

”Sure, where are you? I’ll come over.”

”I’m on the road. Where are you now, is it convenient? If so, I’ll bring someone over.”

”Then come on over.”

With that, Wen Yan continued driving, bringing Brother Ye along.

Meanwhile, in the Southern Virtue City, in a small shop not on the main street, without a signboard, just a few wooden frames inside, with nothing else for now.