I Am Your Natural Enemy

This time coming in, it’s clearly different from last time.

Moreover, on the way in, Wen Yan carefully sensed that the situation was like a shattered labyrinth, which was indeed not deliberate by the Mountain Ghost.

It should be the sealing itself that is repelling everything from the outside. Originally, there should be no way to get in here, not even that fragmented spatial labyrinth.

This seems more like someone from the outside is trying to break the sealing, only to find it futile. The harder they try to break it, the more they can’t get in.

Finally, they changed tactics, turning the area into a fixed pit, trapping people like Wen Yan who can find the entrance.

Wen Yan doesn’t know how the other side did it, but upon arriving a second time, he can basically judge that these influences are from the outside.

It could also be that the Mountain Ghost cooperated a bit, but the main force is definitely external power.

Under the dark night, Wen Yan stood at a high point, looking out at the entire village. Ghostly energy was eerie, yin energy permeating the air, making the whole village seem like a ghostly realm.

Wen Yan wondered, with Old Master Wang staying in the village, how can these little ghosts still be so rampant? Isn’t this like dancing in the Yama King Palace?

Wen Yan first went to Old Master Wang’s house, the only place in the whole village not tainted by yin and ghostly energy.

Wen Yan knocked on the door, but no one answered from inside. He thought for a moment, then climbed the wall, lying on top of it to see inside, which was pitch black and silent.

He released Tong Si.

”Help take a look, see if anyone’s inside. My senses aren’t very accurate.”

Tong Si was released, glanced at Old Master Wang’s door, then took two steps back.

He looked closely and shook his head.

”No one’s inside, I dare not approach. With my strength, if I forced my way in, I would die very miserably.”

”Look at the whole village again and see if there’s any danger, especially targeting you.”

Tong Si scanned the entire village and immediately shook his head.

”Even those little ghosts can jump around here, surely I won’t have any problems.”

”Alright, then find out all the different races.”

Wen Yan, taking advantage of the night, wandered the village with Tong Si.

The villages of Guanzhong County in this era are not extravagant enough to have lights everywhere at night. With Wen Yan’s speed and the cover of darkness, he went around for about ten minutes, and when he returned to Old Master Wang’s door, he had already dragged over twenty little ghosts behind him.

A gray cloth blessed with Yang Energy was tied in a knot around each little ghost’s neck, like leading a string of grasshoppers.

The more the little ghosts struggled, the tighter the gray cloth around their necks became. The little ghosts’ sharp claws couldn’t even leave a mark on the gray cloth, which was calmer than Wen Yan.

Compared to the pressure from assisting Wen Yan’s cultivation, these claws couldn’t even scratch an itch.

Dragging over twenty little ghosts, Wen Yan sat at Old Master Wang’s door, casually brought over a frame, placed it on the ground, sat on it, and looked at the first little ghost.

”Come on, tell me, what’s going on here?”

The first little ghost stiffened its neck, very defiant, clearly intending not to say anything.

”I just love tough bones,” Wen Yan chuckled, grabbed the little ghost with one hand, and hurled it towards Old Master Wang’s door.

At the moment the little ghost hit the door, the things Old Master Wang had arranged on the door were instantly activated, and the little ghost was instantly reduced to ashes and completely dissipated.

Wen Yan continued to look at the next little ghost.

These types of little ghosts are considered a collective term, and also a standalone name.

Weak in power, they like to ride on ordinary people’s necks, confusing them. The most common place is the casino.

These little ghosts like to ride on gamblers’ necks, confusing them, watching them play cards. Sometimes, at a crucial card, they would stretch out their hands to cover the gambler’s eyes.

This is the purest malevolence, just wanting to see you down, preferably forcing the gambler to the top floor’s elegant seat.

When they do a Leap of Faith, the little ghost will reveal itself, laughingly telling you it was all because of it, overjoyed.

As soon as the gambler dies heavily burdened with resentment, the little ghost will devour the newly formed resentment directed at it, getting full in one go.

The ghosts here cling to many ordinary people, not for food or drink, just for their own amusement, or to execute the controller’s commands.

Wen Yan didn’t even want to say a few extra words to these little ghosts.

Seeing those unwilling to speak, he’d simply toss them onto Old Master Wang’s door, sending them to their end, ensuring they perish painlessly—instantly reduced to ashes.

After three or four in a row, the little ghosts at the back began to feel fear. They realized that when Wen Yan tossed them onto the door, his expression was just like villagers feeding chickens.

Expressionlessly scattering a handful of corn, waiting for the chickens to rush up and eat the corn.

They are just the corn now, not even qualifying as bugs.

One little ghost couldn’t withstand the fear of queuing up for sudden death, and just as it was about to say something, it turned its head to see another little ghost at the back, its neck almost broken by the gray cloth, yet still glaring fiercely at it.

The little ghost hesitated, saying nothing, and just like that, the hesitation was fleeting.

The next little ghost was obviously not so defiant; hesitantly, it said,

”We’re just following orders, I really don’t know anything else...”

”Well, what’s the difference between not knowing and not saying?” Wen Yan said, then directly tossed it onto the door, continuing its reduction to ashes.