I Am Your Natural Enemy

The General Director contemplated repeatedly, beginning to suspect that perhaps they were sending undercover agents here in reverse.

Specifically, the General Director didn’t ask, nor did he want Wen Yan to tell him.

Many things are like this; everyone understands the situation internally, but on the surface, as long as it can pass, it’s a good thing overall. Some flexibility is acceptable.

But you can’t openly talk about everything thoroughly; once you do, it might not be accomplished.

For instance, there is a verification procedure. The regulation requires checking photocopies, but you brought the original document. Isn’t that better?

It’s obviously better, but if you insist on stating the rules explicitly and strictly adhering to them, then it won’t work.

You have to bring a photocopy; the original won’t do!

The General Director cannot lead deviations from the regulations, or at least not before the dust settles.

If that Ghost Wealth God named Zhou Xiaorong achieves significant accomplishments, and materials are supplemented afterward, saying he’s a mole personally planted by the General Director, the Director would acknowledge it.

Beforehand, he could only authorize Wen Yan and let Wen Yan handle it; frontline individuals always need moments of improvisation. If everything strictly follows regulations, then expect little efficiency from frontline people.

Moreover, regulations cannot cover every situation.

Listening to Wen Yan briefly, the General Director speculated that Wen Yan was overselling. He directly allowed Wen Yan to proceed.

It has been so many times now, and Wen Yan is quite measured.

On the other side, Wen Yan hung up the phone, returned home, and continued watching the translations emerging continuously from the Black Box.

He found it somewhat strenuous, like observing a paper that had been revised multiple times to reduce plagiarism rates.

Fortunately, Zhou Xiaorong’s words weren’t too complex initially, and no matter how they’re altered, Wen Yan could grasp the meaning.

Zhou Xiaorong indeed took it seriously; he’s been sending continuously, and has already reached the records of what can be exchanged in the great hall.

A lot of items can be exchanged, aside from a valuable, identified body.

Within these include sacrificial paper money to wondrous items, and even abilities can be exchanged.

Zhou Xiaorong truly wasn’t lying; he was so idle that he memorized the prices, having nothing else to scratch on.

Wen Yan frowned, observing the abilities that could be exchanged inside.

Low-Level Illusion Art, capable of casting illusions to confuse ordinary people or regular Ghosts.

Paper Money Conversion, capable of converting specialized sacrificial paper money into general offering paper money.

Wind Riding, the ability to ride the breeze.

Money Talisman, transforming specialized sacrificial paper money into Money Talismans.

A series of subsequent abilities appeared not to be strong, but all were suitable for a Ghost Wealth God.

However, among the wondrous items, there were strange and eerie things.

Items such as a controllable Ghost Servant, Temple Priest Stone Talisman, a hanged ghost’s rope, Ghost Bone, and Corpse Oil—a myriad of chaotic objects.

Finally, an advanced ritual was mentioned, with quirky items used in the ceremony.

There were even thoughtful notes indicating that some seemingly weak abilities naturally come within reach upon advancement.

There were also abilities that, even if exchanged, had prior level restrictions.

After Wen Yan looked through it, he felt like this was a system used by many people.

It also seemed like one of those mini-app games where, after reaching a certain extent, if you don’t spend money, you can’t keep playing.

The similarity was overwhelmingly strong.

After a cursory check, Wen Yan put away his phone and entered the underground structure.

He opened the door to one of the small rooms, encountering Men Xinsheng again.

The intelligence from Men Xinsheng had to be cross-referenced with that from Zhou Xiaorong.

He needed to proceed carefully.

It’s clear that in the great hall of the Ghost Wealth God, there are signs of possible human intervention.

It suggests that Men Xinsheng or Zhou Xiaorong could potentially be undercover agents sent by the other side.

Or perhaps, the undercover agent might be unaware they’re an undercover agent.

With so many strange abilities, it’s always necessary to be cautious.

”Anything else you’d like to say? Have you thought it over? Speak up quickly.”

Wen Yan didn’t exploit any contract loopholes with Men Xinsheng.

Firstly, Zhou Xiaorong voluntarily defected without negotiating any deals, having already committed without reservation.

Men Xinsheng was apprehended by Wen Yan, but Men Xinsheng understood the wisdom of knowing when to yield.

So, whatever outcome he desires in terms of treatment depends on the intelligence provided by Men Xinsheng, entirely up to Men Xinsheng.

Secondly, Wen Yan needed a control group.

Even Gauss felt the contract was peculiar, resembling a Devil Contract, yet seemingly indifferent to violations, settling with a breach fee.

What kind of Devil Contract is better-hearted than a capitalist’s?

How could it allow an easy exit? Signing it means squeezing out every last drop, even using the bones to pave a path!

Wen Yan wanted to see what other differences the contract held.

Moreover, with retaliation present, it would be easier to delve into its power and decipher the information within, according to Gauss.

Wen Yan disappeared for a couple of days, leaving Men Xinsheng alone, who thought he was being intentionally ignored.

Men Xinsheng didn’t know where he was, but he understood that his retaliation was thoroughly suppressed here.

Additionally, there was a frightening entity, seemingly not powerful at first glance, yet capable of handling the power of retaliation barehanded, speaking dismissively about the contract restraining Men Xinsheng.

Men Xinsheng had long prepared what he wanted to say.

”There are many small temples there, all of them projections of real-world small temples...”

”A total of 118, skip it. Anything else?” Wen Yan interjected Men Xinsheng.

Men Xinsheng hesitated slightly.

”Bodies can be exchanged there, identified bodies, should be living people.”