I Am Your Natural Enemy

Wen Yan quietly listened to Chen Jiuming speak of these things, and a thread in his mind gradually became clearer.

Sorcerers, Fateless Pawnshop, gold leaf chocolate...

No wonder the sorcerers here are openly visible, with various legends widely circulated.

Sure enough, there are reasons, there are huge benefits.

Being open like this, then, when there are huge conflicts among ordinary people that cannot be resolved, they will seek the help of sorcerers.

As for the sorcerers, this so-called ”one life for another” is probably referring to the lifespan.

When such a trend and legend spread, those who are forced to find sorcerers probably don’t care about anything else, ”one life for another” naturally doesn’t matter.

This is an ongoing harvest.

Harvesting one’s lifespan, while incidentally harvesting other things from others, such as flesh, soul, and the like.

In Nanyang, many sorcerers use materials like corpse oil, internal organs, nails, hair, eyeballs, teeth, and so on—the more tragic the death, the greater the grievance, the better the effect.

Looking at all these matters connected, Wen Yan felt much more sensible.

No wonder Fateless Pawnshop root themselves in Nanyang, as indeed only here is most suitable for them, and only here can they play like this.

And likewise for those sorcerers, if they were in the Divine Land, they would have been crushed violently, even their ashes scattered.

But here, the mentality is different. Listening to Chen Jiuming speak, Wen Yan could clearly feel that he doesn’t seem to harbor a particularly large hatred towards sorcerers; all his hatred is mostly directed at those who seek out sorcerers.

This kind of mindset likely isn’t cultivated in just a few years; over the decades, they have probably been cultivating the idea that sorcerers are merely tools.

It’s like when a person is killed, one doesn’t blame the knife.

This is the most chilling point for Wen Yan.

Even more nerve-wracking than killing a few, dozens, or hundreds of specific people.

After chatting with Chen Jiuming for a while, letting the Long Blade Floating Ghost lead people away, Wen Yan took his phone and surfaced on the sea, directly calling Feng Yao.

”There’s something I need to discuss with you first, you’d best inform the descendant from Mount Laojun not to view problems like we do back here; ordinary people need to be cautious here, otherwise they might suffer a great loss.”

”How so?”

Wen Yan recounted the news he just received.

”That’s about it, I feel the issue is probably more complicated than expected.

Not only are there officials colluding with them, it might even be that they have insiders.

Among the ordinary people, there could also be quite a few.

You should warn the descendant from Mount Laojun to be vigilant, lest he gets shot from behind.”

”Hmm, the likelihood of him getting shot from behind probably isn’t large.

I see he’s almost off the plane, I’ll talk to him.

As for the rest, don’t worry too much.

When Mount Laojun stated ’declaring campaign against the unjust,’ it signals their willingness to step up.

Feel free to act, you don’t have to worry about the aftermath.”

”Alright.” Wen Yan hung up the call.

He returned to the sunken ship, checked the map-marked location, and coincidentally started from the northernmost point, slowly wandering over.

”Is there a blank ship flag?”

”No.” Long Blade Floating Ghost’s eyes gleamed: ”Is the Star Lord hanging a flag?”

”Yes, hanging a flag.”

”Please wait, Star Lord, I’ll go prepare right away.”

Since Feng Yao advised him to act freely and not worry about other things, Wen Yan didn’t hold back; after all, a justified cause has to be declared.

After a few minutes, Long Blade Floating Ghost floated over carrying several boxes.

Each box opened revealed a flag without symbols, text, or images.

Wen Yan took out one of the black-bottomed flags and spread it out before him.

Looking at the flag’s material and style, he knew that Long Blade Floating Ghost had long been prepared.

Now sunken ships do not hang flags, hanging a flag for a ship isn’t just a matter of affiliation, but also a declaration.

Wen Yan extended his hand, Yang Energy flowed at his fingertips, and he used Yang Energy as ink to write three large characters on the black flag.

”Declaring campaign against the unjust.”

Ordinary people might not see these three characters, but different races or some professionals will definitely see these characters at a glance.

This moment, the Gray Cloth slightly lifted its head, its surface condensed into the shape of an eye, glanced at the black flag, then at Wen Yan, and strands flew out, fell onto the black flag, and quickly penetrated inside.

Gray Cloth split off a thread of itself, not only outlining those characters again but also using the thread to carry the blessing of Yang Energy, clearly supporting a longer duration.

Wen Yan smiled and enhanced the blessing further.

Previously, when he had Gray Cloth working overtime, training for over ten hours a day, Gray Cloth would often play ’hide and seek’ with him.

Recently, during his practice, needing Gray Cloth’s help wasn’t particularly frequent, yet Gray Cloth cheekily cozies up to him.

”Go, hang it up, a name is certainly needed.”

Long Blade Floating Ghost beamed with joy, promptly carried the black flag to the sunken ship’s deck, and personally hung the black flag.

The black-bottomed flag fluttered in the water, the three crimson characters on it seemed to burn with flames, the handwriting bold yet casual, casual yet somewhat domineering.

Raising a flag is something they’ve always wanted to do, but both Long Blade Floating Ghost and a group of initial Water Ghosts felt their own raising of a flag was pointless, better not to raise a flag at all.