I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 507: Chapter 205: Entanglement, Together Forever (5k) _2

He wanted to tell Wen Yan, but felt it wasn’t appropriate; he wanted to pretend he didn’t know, but his conscience wouldn’t let him.

...

Nan Yuncai went home, to the big flat in the second ring district. Everything about the décor screamed just one thing: money.

He came from an ordinary family, had an average job, but married a rich girl; now he never had to worry about daily life, and what was more enviable, everyone thought they were a loving couple—a perfect story.

When he got home, their housekeeper had dinner ready. His wife was resting in bed, said she had no appetite; whatever she ate today, she threw up, and had vomited several times.

Nan Yuncai went into the bedroom, looked at his wife lying in bed, and asked,

”Are you sick? Do you want to go to the hospital?”

His wife turned over, stretched her arms out, and hugged Nan Yuncai, her mood a bit down.

”I thought I might be pregnant, but I took a test and it turns out I’m not. Got excited for nothing.”

”It’s fine, no rush, we’re still young.”

”Honey, if I can’t have a baby, will you leave me?”

”No. Don’t worry.”

”Then say you’ll never leave me.”

”I’ll never leave you.”

Nan Yuncai coaxed his wife to sleep; he let out a slight sigh of relief, ate dinner, went into another room, got a burial goodie bag out from the cupboard, closed the door, lay down on the bed, and quietly fell asleep.

Again, Nan Yuncai appeared in front of the small temple in the wilderness, meticulously repeating the previous day’s routine, not missing a step.

The idol on the altar opened its gem-bright eyes, looking down at Nan Yuncai, unmoving.

Meanwhile, at his house—

The woman who’d slept all day got out of bed, gave the housekeeper a three-day vacation, told her to take a break.

She went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, took out a piece of fresh meat, held it to her nose to sniff, and in the end couldn’t help herself—opened her mouth and tore into the raw meat.

An indescribable feeling of fullness washed over her. Once she was full, fear crept in.

All day, she’d thrown up whatever she ate, but now eating bloody, fresh raw meat, she actually felt satisfied.

She started to worry if something was wrong with her, if maybe her infertility was her fault. Her husband had been distant lately; maybe he really did want to leave her.

She curled up in the kitchen corner, blood trickling down from the corner of her mouth; her face slowly took on a bluish-white tint, and a chill began to seep into her body.

She grew more and more afraid, hiding in the corner, sobbing uncontrollably, her expression constantly shifting.

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Lin Jue tried to sleep. He tossed and turned for two hours, still couldn’t fall asleep. He sat up and called Wen Yan.

”Hey, Brother Wen? It’s me, Lin Jue.”

”How’s your recovery?” Wen Yan was still keeping Qing Xuzi company—he didn’t dare go home, either.

He wasn’t affected by Jinx, but he still worried about bringing some bad stuff home—if that happened, he’d be in trouble.

”Recovery’s fine, actually. The doctor told me to walk around more, exercise a little. My family just worries too much, that’s all.”

”Good, just focus on recovering, forget about everything else.”

”Brother Wen, I’ve got something really bothering me. I really don’t know who else to talk to—everyone else just seems wrong.”

”Then maybe you shouldn’t tell me either.”

”Brother Wen, you’re the only one I feel like I can talk to.”

”Man, you... All right, spit it out. What’s going on?”

Lin Jue explained everything, then continued:

”Honestly, I wasn’t that worried at first, but he keeps talking up the Netherworld thing—I’m starting to feel like something’s off.

He seems obsessed, almost possessed, keeps trying to drag me along to play with the Netherworld stuff.

But I’ve been to that ghost place—it’s totally barren, there’s nothing out there worth seeing.

And if you do run into anything, it’s always super dangerous.”

Wen Yan chuckled, couldn’t help it. What’s there in the Netherworld? The only decent place is that manor now.

Is there really anything else worth seeing?

”Hmm, I’ll say something a bit harsh: I think he’s trying to screw you over.”

Lin Jue didn’t answer, just sighed. He didn’t want to admit it, but looking at their chat history, that feeling just wouldn’t go away.

”Brother Wen, what should I do?”

”What can you do? You’re not his dad. You’ve already tried to talk sense into him. You can’t just tie him up, can you? Even if you tell the Scorching Sun Department, they can’t tie people up. If someone insists on seeking death, who can stop them?”

Lin Jue sighed, helpless.

”It’s just... watching my friend like this, I feel like I should at least do something.”

”Even if he thinks it’s none of your damn business and you end up not being friends anymore?”

”I’ve been tossing and turning, can’t sleep for hours.”

”All right, why don’t you just drop it. I’ll let someone know over there; it’s not your problem. Right now, all the burial product kits are being tracked, so if this guy hasn’t been flagged, he probably used some other method.”

After getting the name, Wen Yan hung up, took out the Scorching Sun Department phone, and checked it out.

He found only this Nan Yuncai’s purchase record for incense sticks.

Because incense that you can bring into the Netherworld all needs to be recorded now.

He hadn’t been flagged, just because he only bought high-quality incense here and nothing else.

Especially with the good crossbow machines—even though they’re not regulated yet, whoever buys them and wherever they’re bought, it all has to be recorded.

Wen Yan simply added a note to Nan Yuncai’s file. The rest, well, that’d be dealt with by Scorching Sun Department following standard procedures.