I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 434: Dusk Street, Gorgeous Clothes and Big Zombie (5k)

Wen Yan first checked the surrounding environment to determine whether there were any foreseeable risks.

But everything was normal, nothing looked dangerous.

Then Wen Yan suddenly remembered what the director had specifically reminded him of twice.

Don't use normal thinking to look at everything here, whether it is ordinary or unusual, and don't judge it entirely based on real experience.

He looked around quickly twice, and when Er Jin was about to speak, he immediately stopped him from speaking.

After careful confirmation, he found that there was nothing familiar here and he must have never been here before.

According to existing experience, this is unlikely to be his old dream, and the reason why the old dream appeared should have nothing to do with him.

So, this should be the reason for the second imprisonment, which caused the old dream to emerge.

This is very important and is something Wen Yan must confirm first.

Wen Yan did not let go of his hand. He pulled the panicked Er Jin Gong to the alley next to him.

"Are you familiar with this place?"

"Familiar... familiar, what... what's going on?" Er Jin jailed, trying to stay calm and suppress his fear of the unknown.

"You triggered something and fell into...an alternate dimension. These should be places you've been to before, and perhaps things you've experienced. Since you're familiar with them, then, what is this place?"

After Wen Yan asked, he thought for a moment and immediately added another sentence.

"Speak slowly. If I tell you to stop, you stop immediately."

"This place is called Wugu Town. It was the first place where Master Liu personally assigned me an important task. The sarcophagus was taken away from here."

Hearing this name, Wen Yan's expression changed slightly.

"When did this happen?"

"About twenty-six or twenty-seven years ago."

"Is it the twenty-sixth or the twenty-seventh? Be sure!"

"Twenty-seven." Er Jin Gong blurted out. Obviously, if he could come up with something from his old dream, it was impossible that he didn't even remember the specific time. It's just that this guy was used to saying it.

Wen Yan looked at the surrounding environment. He knew this place.

Because the black stone he had taken back before originally came from the villagers near this town. On the way back, he found a black stone that was of a suitable size and weight for pressing sauerkraut, so he took the black stone back.

This is the starting point of a series of subsequent events in the records of the Lieyang Tribe.

As for why the black stone was picked up by a villager, and what happened before it was picked up, there is no way to find out.

The most likely speculation is that a mountain torrent broke out nearby at the time, leaving traces of a landslide, and the black rocks under the ground were washed out.

At that time, people were not so extravagant as to spend a lot of money on slope stabilization projects in places where there were no roads. Even now, such projects are most common in places like roads or places where people often appear.

It is not uncommon for flash floods or landslides to occur in the mountains. Given the geographical environment here, they occur every year.

Now there is a risk of landslides and flash floods here, and people have moved away one after another.

That year, the black stone was picked up by someone, and then people died suddenly one after another. All the dead people became zombies, and in a short period of time, dozens of wild zombies appeared.

At that time, the Lieyang tribe suffered a great loss because of what happened here, and many people were poisoned.

There was no well-researched portable serum at that time, and poisoning was a very troublesome matter.

It was the people from Buyeo Mountain who came and settled the matter.

And that time was twenty-six years ago.

That was one year after he came here for the second time to transport a sarcophagus.

In that era, there were not so many cameras, no networking, and the authority and strength of the Lieyang Tribe were far less than they are now.

If Er Jin Gong hadn't revealed the news himself, no outsider would have known about this.

According to the second inquest, the stone coffin at that time should have been a set of coffins, and there was something inside that could move and struggle.

Wen Yan’s first reaction was that there were zombies inside.

Now, one year after the discovery, wild zombies have appeared in the local area.

There is probably a connection between the two.

If we calculate the time based on the progress of the spiritual energy recovery at that time, the time interval between the two would be approximately equal to one month now, or even less than one month.

There's no connection between them.

If these things were figured out outside, then I could take my time to think about them, but now that I’m here, I have to understand the details first.

Considering the time when he fell into the old dream after entering the palace for the second time, he was describing to Wen Yan the man called the Third Master, who had the obvious inverted triangle eyes.

This person, who had clearly died, was sent back to the palace for the second time, but came back to life the next day.

Obviously that's not normal either.

Wen Yan thought that this shouldn't be an accident, nor was it someone's doing something remotely.

It's more like someone had done something to Er Jianji a long time ago, or signed something like a contract.

When the second prison sentence starts to leak some information that cannot be leaked, this kind of advance preparation will be automatically triggered.

After all, those who can hang out with those who have been sent to prison twice are the ones who shout slogans loudly, calling each other loyalty and brothers. That means they have never encountered any trouble.

If you really encounter trouble, no matter who you are, you certainly cannot pin all your hopes on your brothers being loyal and trustworthy and refusing to surrender even when they die.

It is normal to be on guard against what happens when you go to jail for the second time.

Combined with the incident of the skeleton arch last time, it can be basically inferred that those people can use some means to send people to the old dream and directly evaporate from the world without even a corpse.

This time it can actually be seen as the same method, but the way it is triggered is obviously different.

If the information Wen Yan had gathered and the information he had inferred were correct, could he survive in Wugu Town after being incarcerated for the second time? And could he get out of here?
How lucky he is then.

Wen Yan looked at the second person who was in prison with anxiety.

"You should have figured it out, isn't this place exactly the same as the one you saw more than 20 years ago?"

"Yes..." Er Jin Gong was anxious and kept rubbing his hands. He had also seen some unusual things and knew the Lieyang Tribe. Of course, he knew that Shenzhou had developed for nearly 30 years, so how could it be exactly the same as what he saw at that time.

There is no other explanation except that it is a different dimension.

"Then you should also know that people like you know too much, and it's only a matter of time before you are silenced."

Er Jin Gong opened his mouth, and finally nodded dejectedly.

Come out and mix, always have to pay back.

They have known this since the day they started.

However, he had thought that he would be hacked to death or hit by a dump truck, but he never thought that it would be like this.

There was no need for Wen Yan to explain, he knew that he was being silenced.

"Tell me everything you know, all the smallest details, including how many times you went to the bathroom during the delivery and what pattern the bathroom tiles had.

You should know that it is unknown whether we can return alive this time.

I want to know all the details that might be useful and those that might not be useful.

Even if he dies, as long as he can send the information back, the person behind the scenes can be brought down.

At least you don't have to worry about your family anymore. Even if you die, at least you won't die with regrets.

Don't blame me for speaking bluntly. In this situation, if we keep beating around the bush, we'll all die together."

Wen Yan's words were impolite, and Er Shi's panicked heart calmed down a little.

At least so far, Wen Yan looked solemn, his eyes constantly scanning around, paying attention to the movements in all directions, but he didn't panic like him.

He now believed Wen Yan's words without a doubt.

Besides thinking that Wen Yan would not make such a big fuss for him, he also believed that he would be silenced, and he believed that the people above him would silence him in this way.

He went back to the palace for the second time to calm himself down, and followed Wen Yan, recalling the experience that he would never forget in his life, and telling it in detail from the beginning.

Wen Yan was listening and recording at the same time, but his attention was elsewhere.

It should be evening in the small town now. There was no one on the street, but it didn't feel deserted. Wen Yan inexplicably had a feeling that this place was quite popular.

It was as if many people were coming and going here, people were shouting in the shops along the road, and aromas were wafting from the restaurants on the street.

The empty road was very lively.

Especially when Wen Yan closed his eyes, he could smell the fragrance from his nose, hear the hustle and bustle in the wind, and the sky was about to get dark, but he could still feel the heat wave. When he opened his eyes, he saw a completely different picture.

Wen Yan picked up Er Jin Gong and flew away from the town. Er Jin Gong was picked up with one hand and saw the surrounding scenery, and then flew backwards, as if he was on a high-speed train passing through a busy city.

"If you can't stand it, just close your eyes and continue talking. Don't worry about what's happening outside."

The second time he was imprisoned, he was being moved at high speed, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He simply closed his eyes, concentrated on recalling the past, and recounted all the details he could think of.

Wen Yan carried Er Jin Gong and ran all the way out of the block and came to the mountain next to the block. He put Er Jin Gong under a big tree and looked at the main street of the town from a distance.

As the last ray of light in the sky disappeared below the horizon, on the empty main street, one figure after another gradually emerged from a vague shadow and gradually turned into a figure.

The empty main street was immediately filled with people, as if they were at a market.

However, with the appearance of these people, the feeling of the entire main street to Wen Yan completely changed.

There was no more liveliness in the bustling crowd, and it was filled with a cold, eerie, and dead silence.

Wen Yan took out his cell phone, turned on the camera function, and enlarged the image.

Then he saw that every single person on the street had a pale or blue face, and from head to toe, they all smelled of the strong smell of death.

A man, holding a pair of scissors, cut his own skin, peeled off his skin bit by bit, and then hung it on the shelf.

Then new skin began to grow on his bloody flesh, and he continued to peel the skin and hang it on the shelf.

The dead customer who came pointed at the skin that was still dripping with blood, and seemed to be asking about the price and bargaining.

Finally, the other party took out a blackened bone, handed it to the seller, bought one of the skins, then walked into the simple changing room, peeled off his own skin and put on a new one.

When he came out again, he had changed from a pale dead man to a blue-faced zombie.

At a street food stall, a zombie was holding a large kitchen knife. He was using it to cut his other arm, just like slicing noodles. Strips of flesh and blood kept flying out and falling into a big pot.

Every zombie that comes to eat will trade with black bones of different shapes.

It was too far away, and Wen Yan's phone couldn't capture the details of such a small thing clearly, but he could still recognize that it was probably a ghost bone.

The voice of Er Jin Gong talking beside him stopped unconsciously. He opened his eyes and looked at the main street in the distance with a pale face.

Of course he knew that if Wen Yan had not just left there at a speed that he could not bear, he would have been dead.

A living person appearing in such a place, he couldn't think of any way he could survive.

"You haven't seen these things before?"

“No… I haven’t seen it.”

Wen Yan nodded, it would be abnormal if she had seen it before.

This may be the reason why Gu Meng is dangerous.

So dreams are very big, and for an individual, the harmless and exclusive place may be only a corner of it.

Just like the store Wen Yan went to last time, only the lobby of that small store, the outside of the store and the back kitchen did not belong to this corner.

Beyond the corner is where the danger lies.

He calculated the time and it should be the same as last time. Only the first few minutes of entering the old dream were relatively safe.

If this time is exceeded, danger may begin to arise.

Therefore, most of the people who accidentally enter old dreams only enter for a moment, or for a few seconds, or even a few minutes.

This time, after waiting for a few minutes, there was still no sign of leaving. It was obvious that this was not a way to enter and leave naturally in secret.

It's man-made.

At this moment, the sound of rattling chains was heard from outside the main street.

There was fog, and eight zombies, carrying a large sarcophagus, walked out of the fog and entered the town.

The bustling crowd in the town immediately made way for the eight zombies carrying the coffin to pass.

"This is it, right?" Wen Yan held the phone and let Er Jin Gong take a look.

"That's it! This was the sarcophagus that was pulled at that time!"

Before he could finish his words, he felt a blur in front of his eyes and flew backwards.

Wen Yan stood in place, the yang energy around his body suddenly burst out, and the power as hot as fire suddenly exploded.

He stood there, his arms raised, their arms were thicker than before, and his two arms were crossed together.

In front of him, there was a man in gorgeous clothes with a face as pale as if he had been painted with lead powder. One of his sharp claws was blocked by Wen Yan's raised arms.

He frowned slightly, seeming a little surprised. His sharp nails only scratched a little bit of the skin on Wen Yan's arm.

That level of toughness is not like that of a human, but more like that of a big zombie.

But the flames burning on Wen Yan's body, that extremely huge yang energy, was not just yang energy, it made him extremely uncomfortable.

The man in fancy clothes disappeared in an instant and appeared a few meters away from Wen Yan.

Wen Yan put his hands together, made a random gesture with his fingers, and dispersed the power that was blocked in his arms.

This was just researched a while ago. The disadvantage is that it will block the pathway, causing great pressure, causing the muscles to become stiff and the sensitivity to plummet. The advantage is that it can allow the skin, blood and flesh to maintain extremely high strength and toughness under such circumstances.

At that instant, the strength of the flesh and skin membranes can directly surpass the strength of today's bones.

He took a look at the broken skin on his arm, and saw strands of black and gray color rapidly spreading around along the broken skin.

He was poisoned.

But he didn't have to do anything, the corpse poison was swallowed and absorbed by the black nail of his left middle finger.

The man in fancy clothes could naturally see this scene, and he was even more surprised.

Wen Yan stretched his body and grinned.

"Why do they start fighting as soon as they meet? The locals are so rude."

He was not afraid of corpse poison, and he was too familiar with the flash used by the opponent...

The little zombie at home appears on him every day, sometimes in his arms, sometimes on his back.

The moment he felt the crisis, a sense of familiarity emerged, and he knew what tricks the other party was using.

The man in fancy clothes looked at Wen Yan and nodded.

"not bad."

"I am the most polite person. When someone greets me politely, I always return the favor."

The next moment, Wen Yan saw a violent sun blessing himself. He took a step forward and disappeared from the spot at a speed comparable to flash. He took a step of forty to fifty meters and instantly appeared on the man in Washington.

Faintly, a roar was heard in the air. The man in fancy clothes flashed and disappeared when he was touched, but before he was touched, his figure had already been hit by a dump truck and flew backwards with a whoosh.

Blazing flames gushed out, and the yang energy, which was ten times more powerful than before, instantly enveloped an area of ​​several kilometers in radius.

Wen Yan stood still. About ten meters in front of him was a charred road.

At the end of the avenue, a man in fancy clothes, with a blackened area on his chest, stood there with his body slightly hunched.

He looked at his chest, then raised his head and looked at Wen Yan.

"Buyeo spearmen?"

"I am just an ordinary disciple of Mount Fuyu, I don't even have a Taoist name."

Wen Yan had heard of this title. The disciples of Fuyu Mountain practiced some martial arts and could fight with bare hands, but if they wanted to exert their strongest strength, they would naturally use weapons, and the most suitable one would be the spear.

But this name has not been used for a long time.

Qin Kun, who is the best at boxing, likes to practice with his bare hands.

The only ones who know this name are old zombies from at least several hundred years ago.

The charred marks on the chest of the man in gorgeous clothes quickly disappeared, and his slightly sunken chest returned to normal. Soon after, the gorgeous clothes he was wearing also strangely returned to their normal appearance.

He patted his clothes and smoothed them out.

"Alright, the greetings are over. No more fighting. When did Fuyu Mountain become so powerful? A disciple without even a Taoist name is actually so powerful."

"What is your name?"

"I forgot my name. You can call me whatever you like. Anyway, now that you are here, don't think about going back."

(End of this chapter)