I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 245: Chapter 118: Consciousness Revival, New World BOSS (5k)_3

”Awake?”

”And you are?” He Changfeng sat up, looking a bit confused at Wen Yan, and the two others beside him who radiated immense pressure.

”My name’s Wen Yan. I’m the one who woke you. There are some things I want to ask you.”

”Can I ask a few questions first?”

”Go ahead.”

”How long have I been dead?”

”Ten years. Almost eleven.”

”What about my wife?”

”She’s doing well—actually, she’s loaded now.”

He Changfeng let out a sigh of relief.

”Aren’t you curious how she’s doing? How she got so rich? What if she remarried?”

”Not asking. As long as she’s good, that’s enough. Asking too much isn’t good.” He Changfeng gave a small smile.

Wen Yan was a bit surprised. Damn, he could fake his words, but the resentment left in his soul—the part that hadn’t been cleansed—couldn’t be faked.

No wonder Liu Qiying is so loyal to him.

”Just joking, wanted to see how much you’ve recovered. Looks like you’re alright. The lingering resentment in your soul, you should be able to suppress that yourself. Just woke up, and the first thing you saw wasn’t your wife—were you surprised?”

He Changfeng nodded, then shook his head.

”I told her not to get involved, but I figured she wouldn’t listen. You guys know my wife, right? Did she hire you?”

”I’ve never met your wife, and I’m not hired by her. You could say I’m with the Scorching Sun Department. A lot has happened because of you. I need to ask you in person.

Your wife was caught in the city, summoning a devil, caught red-handed. And there’re a lot of other things before this, all related to her.

I have to ask you about some things. Start from the beginning. Tell me everything you know.”

”If I tell you, will you let her go?”

”If you come clean, she won’t face too harsh a punishment. Plus, I could ask our Minister and arrange for you two to meet.”

He Changfeng was silent for a moment, then started talking on his own.

Moments later.

”What did you say? Your wife actually died, and you resurrected her?!”

Wen Yan’s eyes went wide, thunder rolling in his mind.

Goddamn, now he finally got it.

Why Liu Qiying managed to do so much, so smoothly. Why powerful people in other commanderies spoke for her.

Why even the Dragon God of West River’s upper reaches wanted He Changfeng.

It wasn’t about using Liu Qiying for leverage—it was about He Changfeng himself.

He Changfeng let out a sigh.

”Yeah, it was an accident. My wife stopped breathing on the spot. I couldn’t save her.

I fixed her body, but I couldn’t bring her back to life.

The only thing I could do while she was freshly dead was use a desperate last resort.

I resurrected her, but the price was my own life.

I told her not to do anything, but clearly, she didn’t listen to me.

I can feel my soul isn’t whole—she’s trying to help rebuild my soul, isn’t she?”

Wen Yan said nothing, glancing at Seventh Great-Uncle Master and Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor.

Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor directly shook his head.

”Don’t look at me, I don’t know a thing.”

Seventh Great-Uncle Master was also frowning slightly.

”It’s true there have been resurrection cases in Divine Land, but the price is always steep, with strict conditions.

Usually, the longer someone’s dead, the harder it gets, the difficulty just multiplies.

One day, three days, seven days—the difficulty’s totally different levels.

If their lifespan isn’t up yet and they die just now, with certain Divine Skills and at huge cost, it is possible to bring someone back.

It’s not impossible.”

Wen Yan frowned at He Changfeng.

”What’s your profession?”

”Holy Knight.”

Wen Yan gave He Changfeng a full scan. The Natural Enemy Profession didn’t offer any prompts at all.

He still felt like He Changfeng was hiding something.

After some thought, he asked Seventh Great-Uncle Master to seal He Changfeng back into the Jade Pendant, then reinforce it with talismans.

”Seventh Great-Uncle Master, what do you think?”

”How do you see it?” Seventh Great-Uncle Master deflected, not answering.

”I think most of what he’s said is true, but definitely not all—he’s hiding things, too.”

”Then do what you think is best. We’re old, our minds aren’t as quick as yours. If you need us, just yell.”

...

In the Scorching Sun Department’s underground prison for different races.

Inside one of the cells, the Little Demon giggled, pulled out a lump of green shit, and smeared it on the camera.

In the monitoring room, the staff frowned and quickly switched to another imaging mode, building a line-drawing view using other sensors.

Someone promptly moved the Little Demon to another cell, but the Little Demon again deftly found where the hidden camera was, smeared it with green shit, blocking the view.

After three rounds of this, the guy got hit with a tranquilizer, knocked out and tied up.

In the fourth cell, the Little Demon’s eyes suddenly snapped open, pulled the same trick to cover the camera, then stuck his finger into his belly, using his own blood to quickly scrawl strange symbols all over the four walls.

Then he walked to the center, giggling maniacally as he split open his own chest, pulled out both beating hearts, and laid them in the center of the Magic Array.

”Ha... haha, stupid woman. Summoning devils this many times—like hell this is the whole price. Just need this last time, and this’ll be enough.”

The Little Demon collapsed, a satisfied smile still on his face.

The Magic Array activated, devoured both hearts, and with a strange ripple, disappeared instantly.

At the same time.

At Scorching Sun Headquarters, alarms blared.

On the always-open Doomsday Computer, a new alert flashed.

”World Boss Pain Demon Lord, about to descend...”

The text blinked, morphing into Virtue City.

A countdown appeared below.

”3:0:0:0”

One second later.

”2:23:59:59”