I Am Your Natural Enemy

Didn’t involve those wealthy and powerful people.

Wherever the sorcerer on the list goes, these lost souls will follow.

In a few days, it’ll be meeting time, and I have to attend, so I won’t have the energy to follow these lost souls any longer.

They will have to handle the remaining matters on their own.

Oh, and there’s one more thing, I heard from some aware lost souls.

This kind of burial ground with many victims might not be the only island.”

Feng Yao felt a chill down his spine upon hearing this.

Over two thousand lost souls filled with resentment have already nearly scared some people in Nanyang to death.

If there are more islands, and tens of thousands of resentful lost souls gather together.

Plus, the process of dying tragically has great similarity.

There’s a high chance it’s going to spawn some Big Ghost.

No, it’s not just a high chance.

This is the most favorable scenario for ghosts; once it’s over 10,000, it’s guaranteed that qualitative change will occur from the quantitative change.

Along with the exposure of the tragedy on that island, public anger boils...

Once it starts, there will be no way to stop it.

Cold sweat broke out on Feng Yao’s forehead.

”Bro, it’s not that bad, it really can’t be that bad.

We’re not playing the game of overthrowing governments, not going that far.”

”Uh, you think I’m bluffing you? I just heard this, and I have two hours left until I reach the next island. I hear that it should also be buried with many; some lost souls’ relatives might be buried there, and they will surely go.”

”Oh my goodness, wait a minute, I’m going to handle it right away.”

Feng Yao hung up the phone and immediately reported the matter to the General Director.

Then, within half an hour, an unverified rumor circulated into the ears of several prominent figures in the Nanyang Union.

Two hours later, several prominent figures originally scattered in various places gathered together for a small meeting.

They held materials and invited professionals to review them together.

Once the professionals finished reviewing the materials, their expressions were like they had eaten bitter bile, faces greener than one another.

”Can it be solved?” someone asked.

”It can’t be solved, powerless.” The professionals immediately shook their heads and pointed at the photos, saying: ”That martial artist from the Divine Land can guide these lost souls not to go berserk, not to target others, which is already a miracle—perhaps he carries some treasure given by his master to barely manage this. But judging by the situation, he won’t be able to guide them for long, three days at most, before he has to flee.”

During the small meeting, one person’s secretary hurriedly came in and whispered a few words.

Online, people are already starting to lead one of them.

Because the island where the Blood Tree Forest is located is precisely within the control range of one of them.

Listening to this, the person’s face turned as black as charcoal; political enemies were leading the charge, and what if those lost souls don’t find the sorcerer for revenge but are guided to directly target him?

Can’t possibly reason with that bunch of lost souls.

They’ve already looked for people, and all the experts good at dealing with ghosts refused to participate with various excuses.

Some Taoists with masters expressed that it was too big a burden to take.

Some Nanwu Taoists even started cursing, and they cursed quite nastily.

Anyway, no one dared to stick their neck out, all fearing and avoiding it.

Because just moments ago, that lost soul group had expanded to nearly four thousand, and during their march, the overly massive resentment could noticeably affect weather changes.

Now there’s no way to shift blame; news media have already gone to the Blood Tree Forest island and reported the discovery of bodies there.

There were conflicts, with people digging open some trees, finding more bodies and bones underneath.

Covering it up is impossible, and this matter, in anyone’s view, has little to do with people from the Divine Land; trying to pin it on one martial artist is simply unreasonable.

Thus, only those masters involved can be somewhat inconvenienced.

Half an hour later, a plane that was about to fly out of Nanyang had to return due to ”mechanical failure,” and under the professionalism and calmness of the pilot, it landed at the airport completely intact.

Passengers, including a certain master, were forced to disembark.

Meanwhile, on a small island, several Taoists whose ancestors came from the Divine Land, accompanied by a large group of fully armed soldiers, surrounded a master’s retreat here.

By a small lake, an elder who had always followed that boss stood at the gate of a small manor, with a hint of regret in his tone.

”Sorry, the boss said he doesn’t want to see that lunatic, holding the banner of cutting down injustice, occupying absolute righteousness, leading over 10,000 resentful lost souls landing on the island in two days, which would be unacceptable trouble for everyone.

Therefore, we can only bother you to die first; your grandson, the boss will send him to Europa, he’ll live there with no worries for the rest of his life.”