I Am Your Natural Enemy

Becoming a ghost, he found it difficult even to kill himself, at least for the current Fifteenth Wang who hadn’t learned how to be a ghost.

An hour later, a record along with a preliminary report appeared on the General Director’s desk.

The General Director looked at the record, then at the report.

The preliminary conclusion given by the interrogation expert was that Fifteenth Wang, being particularly vicious, did everything for his own benefit, and it was impossible for him to remain steadfast for decades without any contact with the Mountain Ghost.

People are very changeable, and thoughts at different ages are not quite the same.

Fifteenth Wang also experienced this process over the decades.

There might have been some carrot dangling in front of Fifteenth Wang during these decades, occasionally tempting him, urging him to stay firm and believe he was right.

Or there might have been something powerful supporting him.

The possibility that he was just holding on and brainwashing himself could be ruled out because he was a typical extreme egoist, caring only about tangible benefits, not any position, much less brainwashing himself.

But currently, no tangible thing was found, nor was any special event interrogated that made him steadfast for decades.

The conclusion was that Fifteenth Wang occasionally met people who reinforced his beliefs over these decades, but those he contacted were not the Mountain Ghost.

Yet Fifteenth Wang firmly believed it was the Mountain Ghost.

The last contact should have been after Huo Yong broke the seal.

Fifteenth Wang knew Wang Jianjun might return to the village and was waiting continuously.

Someone had told Fifteenth Wang this information.

The General Director glanced at the very simple confession, clearly not word-for-word from the interviewee, with many repetitive parts omitted.

The General Director didn’t ask how the interrogation was conducted; he just wanted the results.

With key targeting time, place, or person, they could continue the investigation.

These were Scorching Sun Department’s specialties.

The General Director instructed the secretary to break down the tasks and distribute them, letting the people below investigate.

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After finishing a day of routine cultivation, Wen Yan looked at the Black Mountain Stone Sculpture in front of him, pondering that he himself was a bit slow; he needed someone’s assistance.

He took the Black Mountain Stone Sculpture, grabbed the glass box containing the Black Stone, and the newly delivered openable box from Scorching Sun Department, opened the window, and came to Fuyu Mountain.

Arriving at the backyard, he saw the Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor and immediately smiled.

”Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor is here too, that’s great, I was about to invite you here.”

But as the Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor sensed the glass box Wen Yan was holding, he seemed startled, looked wary, jumped back seven or eight meters.

”What are you carrying?”

Wen Yan stopped, looked at the glass box in his hand, and gazed at the Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor in bewilderment.

Unexpectedly unfolding, this Great Zombie of an Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor seemed to be wary to a great extent of this Black Stone containing a large amount of death and corpse energy, like a mouse seeing a cat.

”I went to the Scorching Sun Headquarters, just happened to have accumulated three chances of self-selection, discovered this thing, so thought it might be useful and brought it back, Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor, what is this?”

The Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor seemed to be resurrected, with his temples slightly pulsating.

”I don’t know, approaching this thing, I feel my heart racing, scalp tingling, like... like encountering a natural enemy.”

Wen Yan looked at the glass box, sank into silence. When he brought this thing home, the Little Zombie was sitting on the sofa with Sparrow Cat watching cartoons, didn’t react at all.

To this thing, there was neither fear nor interest, even disdained it as a pillow because it was too hard. The Little Zombie preferred soft feather pillows, of the kind where the head would sink right in.

Seeing the Little Zombie totally uninterested, Wen Yan decided to bring this thing to Fuyu Mountain for the elders to take a look.

Didn’t expect such a big reaction from the Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor.

With Wen Yan taking a step forward, the Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor stepped back several meters.

When Wen Yan reached the Grand Uncle Master’s side, the Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor was already standing on the distant rooftop.

”Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor, is it really necessary?”

”Absolutely necessary!”

”I mean, can’t you be a bit braver? Even a bit of bravado?”

”Only the living have bravado!”

The Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor admitted defeat promptly and decisively, with two great jumps, he disappeared from Wen Yan’s view, leaving Wen Yan utterly dumbfounded.

”Grand Uncle Master, please take a look.”

Grand Uncle Master and Fourth Great-uncle Master both examined, couldn’t make sense of it, could only detect the enormous amount of death and corpse energy contained within this Black Stone.

Even for them, it seemed this Black Stone was particularly suited for Fuyu Mountain.

They also wondered why there was such a big reaction from the Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor.

After waiting for a few minutes, a silhouette was seen flying from the direction of Zombie Cave.

Gan Tang landed on a distant rooftop, gazing at the Black Stone within the glass box with slight furrowed brows, yet not approaching.

Wen Yan saw Gan Tang and hurriedly ran over.

”Aunt Gan, have you sensed anything?”

”Did you take this thing home?”

”I did, but the little one had no interest in it, nor any reaction.”

”Hm?” Gan Tang paused, gazing from afar at that Black Stone, even from this distance still felt the heart-thumping, scoping as if getting closer would encounter great danger.