I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 428: Bone Arch, Curator's Phone Call (5k)

In the old forest that spans more than a thousand kilometers, the man who was in the Ma's ancestral hall before, carrying his luggage, is still moving forward.

Of course he knew that this was a serious matter, and he wanted to have a chance of success, but someone didn't want him to have that chance, and they were already showing him some mercy by letting him run away quickly.

But after he ran away, he couldn't stand it after walking for half a day. Even on weekdays in the village, he hardly did any work. No matter how big or small the items he bought were, they could be delivered to the village.

In his early years, he could carry things and walk dozens of miles in one breath. The physical strength he had built up had long been wasted. Now, when he suddenly walked on the mountain road, he already felt his waist, legs, and feet were sore and weak.

I didn’t dare to make any phone calls, and I didn’t even dare to insert a card and turn on a new phone.

Only a dozen kilometers away from him, a helicopter was patrolling nearby. At this point in the northeast, it was already dark, and the infrared equipment was scanning all living things in the old forest. If it scanned anything that looked like a human, the equipment would automatically prompt, making it easy for non-professionals to use.

The old rat on the helicopter tried hard to keep his eyes open, waiting to make a contribution. It would be even more perfect if the objects of the contribution were those guys with Qingfeng Yanhun.

At the same time, after receiving the news that the Northeast Lieyang Tribe was dispatched and even specially invited an old rat to take action, in another place, two men who looked to be in their fifties or sixties sat opposite each other.

"I'm afraid the guy guarding the gate can't get away. I'm going to chase him down personally." The white-haired old man picked up a five-spice flower kernel and said casually.

“This is a bit troublesome. The Lieyang Tribe may not be able to do anything else, but if we give them some clues, as long as they are willing to investigate, there is a good chance that they will find out something.

If they are caught alive or their bodies are found, we will be in big trouble later."

An old man with black hair and slightly triangular eyes opposite said this with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

The gray-haired old man sighed and pinched the peanuts.

“It’s a pity that those guys in Nanyang are so unscrupulous and unbridled. Who would have thought that they would be so brutal and uncontrollable.

Without the gold coins from there, it would not be so easy for us to win people over.

It's not like decades ago. Decades ago, a color TV was considered a valuable item.

Besides, since they are all poor, money is the most useful thing.

But now, money doesn't have much effect on the people we want to win over.

If people want it, they don’t have to stretch out their hands to take it. The simplest thing is to go around a corner and start a project, and then they can make their family eat until they vomit.

Things that are truly valuable cannot be bought with money.

It’s not as easy as before to win over a group of people.”

"They have accepted our things, and their families have accepted our things. Once you get on this pirate ship, don't even think about getting off." The man with the inverted triangle eyes sneered.

"Don't be so extreme. If you push people into a corner, they can save their lives by confessing everything to the organization themselves. If they are forced to do something by you, they will be dead." The white-haired man advised slowly.

"So what do you say we should do? Shouldn't we just take care of the janitor?"

"Of course I have to take care of it."

“How to manage it?
The Lieyang Tribe is acting too quickly. It is impossible for us to directly intervene. We now have two options.

Or, just ignore it and let that guy be caught. If he is caught alive, the Lieyang Tribe can seize a lot of things by following his conditions.

Otherwise, we can only reveal something and send him away as soon as possible.

We found out too late. The Ma guy was too concerned about the old relationship. If he had solved the problem as soon as it occurred, there wouldn't be so many problems.

It is impossible to reveal nothing now, you choose.

The later you wait, the more you’ll be exposed.”

The inverted triangle eyes don't sound very good, and the gray hair also looks a bit helpless.

There is no choice now. If we choose the former, it seems that we will not expose many things, but who knows what the Lieyang Tribe will find if they catch the person. A living person is more important than other information.

If we choose the latter, some important means will definitely be exposed. The good thing is that the Lieyang Tribe will not be able to follow the clues.

The gray-haired man thought for a moment and said.

"Didn't I hear before that the locksmith was going to show up?"

"Yes, I heard the news. It's too obvious. The relevant power must have collapsed, and too many people gained some relevant power.

But it soon disappeared, and it is not known who the locksmith was, or how many others treaded his path.

Why are you asking this at this hour?"

"Since we have to expose something anyway, we might as well expose that door."

"Huh?" The man with the inverted triangle eyes was shocked: "Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy. Let the Lieyang Tribe see this and then ask them to investigate. We can't find the locksmith, but the Lieyang Tribe may not be able to find it, as long as there is such a profession."

The man with inverted triangle eyes thought about it and nodded.

"That's a really good idea. I'll go now."

The man with the inverted triangle eyes stood up, walked all the way into the house, lifted the carpet, opened an iron door, and went down the stairs to the basement.

He walked along the underground passage, taking small steps forward. Every time he passed several forks in the road, he would stop at the fork, look carefully, and calculate before moving forward.

A few minutes later, he walked out of the passage and came to an underground space.

This place looks like an underground building that has been abandoned for a long time. Inside, you can still see rusty steel stairs and a huge old generator.

He came to one of the rooms, where there were shelves filled with many glass jars.

Some of the jars contained fingers, some contained ears, some contained internal organs, and some contained some flesh and blood.

He found one of the jars, which contained a small piece of blackened meat. He took the jar and went to another hall.

All the places here are densely written with various symbols and patterns. On the four walls, there are also animal heads hanging, ranging from deer to bears, to owls and other birds of prey.

When I opened the can, a strong smell came out, which was a bit pungent and stung my eyes.

He took out the small piece of blackened meat inside and placed it on a small altar only one foot high in the middle of the room.

Then he went to the other side and shook the machine, and a strange altar rose up from under the ground.

The altar was covered not with yellow cloth but with blood-colored cloth.

What was placed on top was not the Yellow Talisman Sword, but a bone spear or hair embroidery, something embroidered with hair as thread. It was originally used to bury the dead, or as a token of sustenance left to family members if the relationship was too good.

The inverted triangle eyes waved a transparent flag as if to summon the souls.

His spellcasting was not much different from ordinary spellcasting. It seemed that talismans, incantations, finger gestures, and footwork were coordinated with each other, but the tools he used were completely different from normal spellcasting.

As he cast the spell, the small altar in the center began to move.

The small altar flipped upwards from the bottom, wrapping the small piece of black meat inside.

At the same time, in the old forest, the gatekeeper was still running. He had already seen the flashing lights of the helicopter in the night, and it was not far away from him.

Even though he didn't know what it was, he could guess that it might be coming after him.

Just when he was about to find a cave to hide in, he heard a faint sound of incantation. The tone of the incantation was strange and awkward, making people feel extremely uncomfortable, but as he listened to it, he felt addicted.

The gatekeeper's face suddenly turned as pale as paper.

He knew what it was because, as a janitor, he had seen it before.

He knew a little more than some of the outsiders, and when he started hearing that voice, it meant he was done.

In comparison, killing oneself or finding someone to burn oneself is considered a good outcome.

As the faint sound of the incantation with an odd tone gradually became clearer, the gatekeeper saw that the two hilltops nearby seemed to be beginning to twist.

The big trees around him began to transform into the style of abstract paintings. The straight trunks began to twist into strange shapes, and the branches seemed to have turned into claws, waving constantly and grabbing towards him as the wind blew.

The ground also began to shake at this moment.

And those twisted trees gradually began to weather and dissipate, turning into countless white bones. Countless bones of various kinds piled up together and stuck to each other.

Beneath the ground, these piles of white bones slowly emerged from the ground. At a height of seven or eight meters, two white bone pillars bent and overlapped each other, forming an arch.

Above the arch, animal skulls emerged. With light coming out of the eye sockets of each animal skull, they all turned their heads to look at the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper's face was as pale as paper. He wanted to run, but he could not move. His legs, which were already weak and sore, became even weaker.

He saw the arch, and when he looked back through the arch, he saw a darkness deeper than the night. The two mountains in the distance were like two giants, slowly turning their heads and looking at him. The huge pressure came over him, and he began to be unable to breathe, and his soul seemed to be suppressed.

Behind the bone gate, rustling sounds were heard, and darkness spread out from behind the bone arch like a curtain.

The gatekeeper could only watch with despair on his face, but his body was out of control and he couldn't move at all.

The roar of a helicopter was heard, and the skinny old man jumped down directly. When he was about to hit the ground, a thick gray tail emerged from behind his body, wrapped around the branch, swung his body, and rushed forward rapidly.

As soon as he landed, he got on all fours and rushed towards the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper trembled, slowly turned his head, and looked at the old man rushing towards him with despair on his face, while his body began to be swallowed up bit by bit by the dark curtain emerging from the bone arch.

The old mouse looked solemn. He could see that the other party had disguised himself. Even looking at the back, he could almost be sure who the other person was.

But when doing things, you need evidence.

He saw the extremely strange bone archway and the body of the gatekeeper disappearing bit by bit, but there was no bleeding and the man did not die immediately.

He knew that there must be something strange going on.

In this case, he cannot confirm it just by talking, he needs some evidence.

The old rat knew that there might be danger ahead, but he still rushed forward at full speed. He was on all fours, rushing from the side. When he was about to get close, some gray hair began to appear on his face, his chin and face began to protrude, and his two big teeth were exposed.

He bit the gatekeeper's finger, instantly breaking it, and then rushed to the other side without looking back.

After rushing out seven or eight meters, when he looked back, he saw that the gatekeeper had only one arm left, still floating in the air, and the rest of his body had mysteriously disappeared.

After the gatekeeper completely disappeared, the light in the eye sockets of the heads on the seven or eight meter high bone arch began to gradually fade. After waiting for another few dozen seconds, the bone arch began to retract into the ground and disappeared.

By the time the bone arch disappeared, all the trees within a ten-meter radius had died. Then, as if they had been eaten by insects, they were shattered into a large pile of fragments by the wind and fell to the ground.

In the distance, the old mouse's heart was pounding and his eyeballs were trembling. He looked back and saw that his tail was missing a piece.

He didn't feel any pain, nor did he feel what had happened. If he hadn't suddenly felt his tail become a little lighter, he might not have noticed it.

He opened his mouth, spat out a piece of finger, and then took out the intercom.

"Did you capture all those things just now?"

"Okay, as long as we can take the photo, we'll back it up immediately to make sure nothing goes wrong."

The helicopter was hovering not far away, and people landed one by one and began taking pictures, collecting samples, and so on.

The old mouse quietly took out an evidence bag and put the finger in it, feeling relieved.

According to his understanding, if the person just now was the one he had seen before, then the other party had committed a crime before. According to the rules of the Lieyang Tribe, the other party's DNA information must have been backed up, and by going back and comparing it, he would know whether it was the same person.

Sometimes, the blood type test may indeed change, but a piece of finger, from blood to flesh, and even nails, can be sampled from several places, and it can be done several times to ensure that there are no mistakes.

The old mouse looked at the busy field workers, and he looked at the empty space filled with ashes with a serious look in his eyes.

He looked at the field staff around him, took out his phone and made a call.

"Minister Ye, there is something I must tell you immediately."

Soon, the news came back.

The Minister of the Northeast Lieyang Tribe personally took over the follow-up matters.

Even those who participated in the operation only knew that the person was not caught. The person was swallowed up by a bone arch that emerged from the ground and disappeared without a trace.

The old mouse risked his life to cut off a piece of its tail, leaving behind a piece of the opponent's finger.

From this fresh finger, the Northeastern Lieyang Tribe only took a portion of the sample for testing, and the rest was immediately placed in a refrigerator and sent to the headquarters.

After the minister saw the expedited preliminary results, he knew that the matter was serious. He didn't dare to bet whether the higher-ups would believe their test results, so he sent all the evidence directly to the headquarters.

A man had committed a crime before and had been arrested and imprisoned by the Lieyang Tribe.

Later he died and was cremated, and all the procedures seemed to be fine.

But now it is proved that this person is still alive.

This proves that, from the death certificate to the crematorium, if not all of them, there are definitely problems in at least some places.

The crematoriums that cooperate with the Lieyang Tribe are not under the jurisdiction of the local civil affairs department at all, especially those that handle key personnel and financial matters, over which the civil affairs department has no say at all. Such funeral homes or crematoriums can basically be regarded as units under the jurisdiction of the Lieyang Tribe.

And it is the most important step in handling the remains and ensuring that nothing goes wrong.

If something goes wrong at this step, there will be countless more problems.

For example, in what happened before, it looked like the body was burned, but the ashes were not scattered into the sea, so they could still turn into ghosts, or even several ghosts.

Old Mouse was very cautious about the news about the finger. He didn't tell anyone and directly contacted the director of the local branch.

The people doing the testing cannot even see the identity of the target of the test. They only know to do the preliminary test as quickly as possible, and the test result is a match, that's all.

Subsequent more in-depth testing will take a lot of time.

When these things are happening, many people can't expect to get off work normally today.

Wen Yan was still at home when the phone rang.

Wen Yan glanced at the incoming call and was slightly startled.

curator?

curator!

Oh my god, the sun was rising in the west, and the curator actually called him on his own initiative.

Wen Yan quickly picked up the phone and asked tentatively.

"Hello? Director?"

"It's me." The curator's tone was steady, without his usual ease.

"problem occurs?"

"Are you at home?"

"At home." Wen Yan responded, and immediately added: "Director, let me make it clear first, I haven't appeared within a five-kilometer radius of our unit in the past few days!"

"It's not your fault. Something happened. I specifically told you not to come to the company. It's not because I'm afraid you'll get into trouble. It's because if you come, you might get into trouble."

"What happened? Are you all okay?"

“Everything is fine, the old ice house is fine too, I don’t know what went wrong, there are some changes here.

In the past, these problems would only occur at night, but now they occur before dark.”

When Wen Yan heard this, he immediately thought of the atmosphere at Decheng Funeral Home at night, which seemed to be a bit strange.

He had seen it once, and at that moment, the Decheng Funeral Home seemed to have become another world. Another time, he almost fell into it because of his personality.

"Is it where Lao Wang is?"

"Well, it appeared during the day this time."

"That's not a territory, right?"

"Well, it shouldn't be considered a field. There is a difference."

Wen Yan understood. No wonder he had obviously fallen that time, but it was as if the picture froze and he came back again. It was obvious that place was like a domain, but not a standard domain.

"I understand. I won't go to work. Director, please be safe. If you need me, feel free to call me. Also, Director, you can't blame me for everything in the future. This time has nothing to do with me."

On the other side, the curator hung up the phone, pretending not to hear the last sentence.

He stood in the yard and looked at the time. It was not yet six o'clock and the sun had not yet set.

He looked at the mountains behind the funeral home and recalled his previous feelings. At that moment, the mountains seemed to have turned into giants. Deep in the funeral home, a huge pressure suddenly broke out.

This is the first time this has happened during the day in a long time.

(End of this chapter)