I Am Your Natural Enemy

At dawn the next day, with the ”Liver Emperor’s” special effect, Wen Yan felt a bit weary. Lying in a chair, he slept soundly to the gentle sway of the ship.

Meanwhile, on several decks of the Dahlia, seven to eight thousand lost souls stood densely packed, their resentment soaring to the sky.

Including the first island that was visited, only three islands had been visited so far.

And these were just people killed as expendable materials by those sorcerers, and they had to have not been dead for too long.

Just like the lost souls on the first island, even souls that hadn’t yet dissipated had their soul bodies full of holes and scars.

If they had been dead too long, their souls would have vanished long ago, consumed as expendable materials.

Based on what Wen Yan had seen and heard in the past few days, even within the Water Ghosts, there were people from Nanyang.

They had been brainwashed for too long, their cognition and thoughts as if stamped with ideological seals.

Wen Yan had talked with several Water Ghosts on the sunken ship, and they generally felt that, after being killed by the sorcerers, they would also seek revenge against the ”Party A” who hired them, viewing the sorcerers merely as tools.

Sometimes, those harmed by sorcerers would even think about paying a huge price to have the sorcerers eliminate ”Party A”.

Even in such an environment, where those lost souls with scarred soul bodies insisted on seeking revenge on the sorcerers.

Wen Yan didn’t need to delve too deeply to imagine the amount of torment they must have experienced to start reversing such ingrained thoughts.

Some lost souls were harmed by offending others; after being summoned, they also sought revenge on those who had previously hired the sorcerers.

But some, upon awakening, saw that their old enemies were also among the lost souls.

Some, upon going to another island, saw the souls of their old enemies emerge from the ground, scarred and damaged.

Such a magical scene led to the result where Wen Yan didn’t have to manage or say anything; all the lost souls’ targets began to unify.

The number of lost souls increased, and the resentment grew, yet the management difficulty sharply decreased.

Eerie, yet extremely reasonable.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, but not a drop of rain fell. Around the Dahlia, the fog was thick, the wind eerie, and a large number of resentment-filled lost souls stood quietly on the deck.

The only living person, Wen Yan, lay on the deck, sleeping soundly.

With his rhythmic breathing, a gentle Yang energy, accompanied by a special guiding power, spread slowly like sunlight.

All lost souls illuminated by it felt as if they had been actively blessed with Yang energy by Wen Yan, ensuring they wouldn’t be harmed by the overly intense Yang energy from him.

They silently held their peace, quietly guarding and waiting.

The scene looked oddly harmonious.

On the bridge, the Deformed Corpse was at the helm, looking at this unprecedented scene, a slight smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

Wen Yan was different from the Thirteenth Ancestor of Fuyu, different from the Sixteenth Ancestor, completely different.

The sense of oppression was considerably less, but the feeling he gave was very comforting.

Sometimes he would ask seemingly foolish questions, like asking about left-hand path practices or corpse disintegration while leisurely walking around.

If anyone else asked, the Deformed Corpse might think they were mentally ill or had ulterior motives.

But when Wen Yan asked, he only felt that Wen Yan was purely curious, with no ill intent.

The Deformed Corpse thought for a moment and took out his phone, clumsily taking a picture through the window.

During the time of the Thirteenth Ancestor of Fuyu, this kind of scene couldn’t have happened.

While eerie winds blew and resentment festered on the Dahlia, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

It wasn’t so harmonious elsewhere in Nanyang.

When on the first day, the number of lost souls surged to seven or eight thousand, too many people couldn’t sit still.

If it were only the Dahlia and only the lost souls, the people of Nanyang would have used other methods long ago and would have likely sunk the Dahlia first.

After all, those lost souls died on land, and there is a vast sea-land separation.

Who knows, perhaps there’s a chance to let these lost souls sink into the sea, never to set foot on shore again.

But the helpful Wen Yan was aboard the ship.

The Southern Sea Fleet headed south, stopping and going, coincidentally staying within a hundred nautical miles of the Dahlia.

There were even drones ”monitoring” the Dahlia.

In such a situation, who dared to touch the Dahlia? No one could guarantee what unexpected situation might occur.

For example, some people in Nanyang believed that if they dared to be rash, the drone ”monitoring” the Dahlia would undoubtedly ”be attacked” and perform a zero-scoring dive on the spot.

Moreover, the blood-red forest was completely uncontainable; within a day, it was bustling with talk. In the era where everyone is a media outlet, once revealed, it could never be covered up again.

So, compared to the peace on the Dahlia, many places in Nanyang seemed quite lively.

Some Taoist Masters had long been displeased with those sorcerers. But usually, those sorcerers acted as the black gloves of wealthy and influential people, and without direct conflict, risking one’s life to fight them wasn’t worthwhile.

But now, with someone asking them to intervene, there was nothing more to be said.