I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 446: Rebellion, Eighteen Generations of Ancestors (5k)

Grandma Fox really doesn't want things to escalate to the point where they are out of control. Of course, this out of control refers to the monsters, not the Lieyang Tribe or the Three Mountains and Five Peaks.

Although the policy is clear and each case is treated separately, humans and monsters are inherently different, so how can they be completely rational?

There is a large group of monsters here today, causing some big incident. This is a standard group incident.

So when this matter becomes a big deal and is suppressed, it will be pushing the speed limit.

If this happens twice, then people will naturally be wary of all things related to monsters in the future.

A matter that could have been minor or serious was blown out of proportion, and the outcome of the handling was completely different.

The people in the Northeast Military Region had just conducted a live-fire exercise not long ago. If this happened again, the general direction of future policies would inevitably be affected.

Monsters that have nothing to do with this matter will definitely be affected.

For example, for some monsters who like to enter the city, it will be more difficult to get approval, and for some monsters who may not know about this at all, the probability of obtaining an identity will be reduced.

In the early years, Grandma Fox has been committed to completing the transition and integration in a peaceful way. She has also come into contact with many people, and her opinions are also sought when many relevant policies are formulated. She understands the rules and the unspoken rules that are not written in black and white better than most monsters.

Therefore, when it is time to be ruthless, she will not show any mercy.

The purpose of inviting the golden eagle is not to make it reason with people, but to kill.

I had originally wanted to reason with them first, but the more I knew, and looking at the hateful eyes of these guys, Grandma Fox regretted trying to reason with them.

After calling Wen Yan, if I can’t get the answer before Wen Yan arrives, I’ll have to kill him.

She didn't even hesitate to break her own grandson's legs, so she would have no hesitation in dealing with outsiders.

Seeing that these yellow foxes didn't seem to want to answer, Grandma Fox turned her head to the stream, where the old golden eagle was still washing his claws while cursing.

"Don't wash it yet, you'll have to wash it again later. When you're done, find a warm place and wash it slowly."

As soon as Grandma Fox finished speaking, the old golden eagle turned into a residual shadow and instantly appeared in front of those yellow-skinned people. With his mouth wide open, his exaggerated hooked nose, and slightly sunken eye sockets, he looked like a standard villain.

The expressions of those yellow-skinned people who had been holding on couldn't help but change.

When facing serious natural enemies, they are still very strong and will kill them without mercy. In fact, they don't even have to pay a price, because they are now applying the internal rules of the monsters.

The Lieyang Tribe said every day that they had no intention of forcing all of the Lieyang Tribe's rules on other species. Monsters have their own autonomy, which includes the right to execute some monsters when necessary.

And the content written on paper was that someone killed Guoyi for no reason, so he had to go into the sewing machine.

However, Guo Yi killed Guo Yi, and there were no clear regulations, at least within the authority of the Lieyang Department.

These yellow foxes may not be afraid of humans, but their physical instincts and intelligence make them afraid of the golden eagle in front of them, who has killed seven or eight yellow foxes without blinking an eye.

Grandma Fox stood up and clicked on her phone, which brought up a five-minute countdown.

"When the countdown ends, I'll leave and not worry about what happens next."

Time passed bit by bit, and the aura of the old golden eagle became sharper and sharper. Even if he stood in the same place, there was wind blowing around him, and his body seemed to be shaking at high speed.

Five minutes were up, Grandma Fox put away her phone and turned to leave when a voice suddenly came from the group of yellow-skinned people.

"Can I ask what the priority of this incident is?"

The next moment, the old golden eagle moved instantly. Before the afterimage he left behind disappeared, he had already returned with a yellow leather thing in his hand.

However, the next moment, the old golden eagle's eyes condensed, and the yellow leather in his hand gradually softened and turned into a piece of skin.

Not far in front of him, a man in a yellow vest with a sullen face and steady eyes stood there.

Grandma Fox waved her hand and asked the old golden eagle to wait a moment.

"I'm not qualified to reveal these. You have to give me enough information before I can ask."

Hearing this, the yellow-skinned man with the vest looked even more serious. This meant that the priority was very high, so high that even Grandma Fox couldn't say it directly.

"Traitor!" Someone in the yellow-skinned group immediately yelled angrily.

The next moment, two bloody holes appeared on the head of the yellow-skinned man who had opened his mouth, and his body was thrown aside.

Four or five people who spoke were killed in succession by the old man with golden eagle. When he was mad with rage and was about to start a killing spree, the man with yellow vest spoke.

“You say I’m a traitor, then why are those guys who always get to enjoy food first and ask for titles first in the tribe? But what about here?
My great-grandparents, grandfathers, fathers, including my three brothers, my six children, and thirteen grandchildren are all dead.

Only I, with the highest intelligence, have survived to this day.

Even I don’t know why this battle is fought. Do you know?
Do you really believe those reasons? I am increasingly unconvinced, and I want to die with a clear conscience."

Grandma Fox looked at the yellow-skinned creature in vest. This yellow-skinned creature was obviously more intelligent, which meant it was more difficult to brainwash it.

"What do you know? Or, what do you want to know?"

"I want to know what the priority is this time."

Grandma Fox thought about it, took out her cell phone, made a call and communicated with someone.

After hanging up the phone, she looked at the man in the yellow vest in front of her.

"This is the top priority."

The man in yellow vest looked shocked.

"Because a deputy minister of the Blazing Sun Department was attacked?"

"No."

After being shocked, the man in yellow armor suddenly felt relieved.

"We really don't know anything and are just cannon fodder. I have long felt that they are doing something shady.

They even have to hide it from other members of the tribe, and many of their fellow tribesmen disappear every year.

But the answers we got were basically all that they died from factional confrontation.

Two years ago, I was wondering why there were still so many familiar faces among the weasels from the opposing faction after two years.

As for us, two years have passed and I don’t recognize many of my fellow tribesmen anymore.

Every year, none of the clansmen who came to ask for titles came back, all of them were gone.

I don’t know how to ask for a title without being discovered in this environment.

I don’t even have the qualifications to ask for a title.”

Having said that, the yellow-skinned man in vest looked at other members of the same tribe.

“You don’t have to look at me like that. I have already summarized the list and the rules. You are just like me. You are not qualified to ask for a title. You are only qualified to be cannon fodder.

Just like this inexplicable war, this thing they call war.

I'm not afraid of death.

There is one thing I think the elder from the fox clan is right about.

I don't want our entire clan to be expelled from the family from now on.

I don't want our entire clan to be tied to the irrational ambitions of some guys and destroyed together.

I’m doing what I think is right.”

The man in the yellow vest turned around and looked at Grandma Fox.

"I've told you what I know. Can you show some mercy? Many of the little weasels in the tribe don't know anything."

"It depends on how much information you can give us."

“I know the place they went to ask for the seal should be a domain. I know the approximate range of the entrance, but I don’t know how to get in. I have never dared to get close.

I also know where the temple is. I have been there to worship Huang Xianer.

I have met several people before. One of them was from the Qing faction, and one... was from the Hui faction.

There was another person who had a lingering smell of death and a pair of distinctive inverted triangle eyes. He was very dangerous and almost discovered me.

Some people have suspected me and tried to test me in some way when I was asleep.

Unfortunately, all my relatives and friends are dead. I knew it was fake, so I just tried to fool around."

When the yellow-skinned man in vest said this, he picked up the weasel skin he had used to escape. He turned the weasel skin inside out and licked it with his tongue. Then he saw a bunch of crooked words densely packed on the inside.

“The list is all here, some I dare not write the names of, there are no names, only characteristics.

The same applies to the location, I believe the Lieyang tribe should be able to find it. Are these enough for our tribe to have some chance of survival?"

Grandma Fox took a look and found that there was more recorded than what was said.

She looked at the yellow vest and said.

"Are you the rebel of this generation?"

The man in the yellow vest didn't hide it and nodded directly.

Mrs. Fox understood that this was a tradition.

In the thousands of miles of old forests in the northeast, when a group of wild boars encounter danger, they will run non-stop. The wild boar that falls at the back is the sacrificial bait to delay the upper predator.

In the weasel tribe, there will be rebels in every generation. The inherent ideas of these rebels are different from the mainstream. Most of the time, they will not really rebel, but when necessary, the rebels will take a completely opposite route.

Simply put, it is a double-sided bet engraved in our blood to ensure that the whole group is not wiped out.

There are two factions here: Fox Huang Bai Liu Hui and Hu Huang Chang Mang Qing. In the two factions, only "Yellow" is the same.

The root of this problem is that there was once a rebellion among the weasels, but unfortunately, the two waves of guys who took completely opposite routes at that time both survived and grew stronger.

As a result, the two groups of "yellow" regarded each other as heretics and fought each other countless times, becoming lifelong enemies.

This rebellious legend was originally beneficial to the tribe, but now it has become a situation where anyone found out will be shot.

Anyway, no matter which weasel died, it would not attract the Lieyang Tribe to the old forest to investigate the case.

Grandma Fox looked at the skin in front of her and thought that these guys were very cunning, and it was true that it was all engraved in their DNA.

If I hadn't heard that it was the top priority, I'm afraid this yellow-skinned guy wouldn't have defected so completely.

Everyone knows what the first priority of the Lieyang Tribe means and what the consequences will be if they are involved in a first priority incident.

Grandma Fox looked at the time. It had been more than ten minutes and Wen Yan had not arrived yet. Logically, he should have arrived.

On the other side, Wen Yan did not come here directly, but went to the Yuzhou Lieyang Tribe first and got some things.

The induction potion developed by the talented people of the Lieyang Tribe had not yet been delivered to him. Now that he was going to the Northeast, he came here to get it.

After getting it, Wen Yan sniffed the scent and frowned.

"Do you think I've never had herbal tea?"

"Have you ever tasted authentic herbal tea?" Feng Yao asked expressionlessly.

"There really isn't any authentic one."

"That's terrible. It just smells like it. Drink it quickly. This stuff has a shelf life of only one day. It was delivered once before and someone else drank it."

Wen Yan pinched her nose and swallowed it in one gulp. She could still feel some crumbs at the bottom. It was so bitter that there was no comfortable fragrance at all. It was rare.

"Just drink it, right? How long is it valid?"

“Just drink it. The effect varies from person to person and has a lot to do with one’s constitution.

Current experimental results show that it can be maintained for thirty-six hours, and the sensing range ranges from fifty meters to five hundred meters.

The main effect is similar to that of ordinary herbal tea, and it can help sense whether someone nearby has eaten gold coins, but this is actually a side effect.

As for other effects, it has been discovered that people with weak spleen and stomach should not drink it because the medicinal effect is too strong. "

"Is this really herbal tea? How did you come up with this?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know either."

Wen Yanxin thought that this might have been accidentally done by a researcher in Nanwu County.

He remembered that the director seemed to have said that it was an accidental product and it was not specifically researched in this direction at all.

Wen Yan fumbled in her bag and took out a candy, ready to balance the bitter taste in her mouth.

Feng Yao quickly stopped him.

"During the duration, you can't eat sugar. Eating sugar will eliminate the effect."

"And they still say it wasn't someone from Nanwu County who did it! The herbal tea beverage factory in Nanwu County compromised and added sugar!"

"..."

Wen Yan could only drink some water to wash away the bitter taste in his mouth.

He left the Lieyang tribe in Yuzhou and hurriedly set off, heading straight to the northeast.

When he walked out of the graveyard and stood on the hillside, he looked around and suddenly felt a vague sensation in one direction.

He checked his position, quickly reached the top of the mountain, and looked in the direction of the sensation. The sensation was vague, but he could feel that it was very far away.

In his mind, he took the target he sensed as the end point and pointed out the direction. He roughly determined that the other party was at least ten miles away from him.

This feeling only lasted for a few seconds, and then the vague feeling disappeared.

He took out his phone and asked about the black box.

"From where I am, towards the ten o'clock direction, about ten miles away, what is there?"

"It's just a forest in the records. Within the approximate range of the target, within a 500-meter diameter, there is only one wooden house. No one lives there for a long time. It is also not within the recorded nature reserve area."

"Stare."

"Sir, I have some results for the matter you asked me to investigate forty-five minutes ago, but I couldn't contact you just now. Do you want me to show you?"

"What was found?"

"After tracing back Ye Er's family tree and combining 8,283,500 various records, we can confirm that the death of the fourth Lie Yang in recorded history should be related to Ye Er's ancestors."

"Huh???" Wen Yan was shocked. How did he find out this?

"Wait a minute, did you find out who the fourth Lieyang is? How did you find out?"

"Twenty-three years ago, a cultural relic was recovered from a tomb robber. There was a porcelain vase with the inscription inside. It was the 1367th year of Zhizheng, which is AD..."

The black box quickly listed more than twenty pieces of information, and new things were constantly being refreshed at the back. Wen Yan took a look and said.

"Forget it, let's skip these for now and get to the point."

“Okay, sir, in August of 1367, when the battle in Central Plains was fierce, the fourth Lieyang was just discovered in Central Plains County.

He was unaware that his ability would be dangerous if exposed, so he helped the villagers drive away the evil spirits.

The people of that generation who came down from Laojun Mountain saved him from an attack.

When he was leading him all the way south, they encountered a tiger monster. The people who came down from Laojun Mountain died after a fierce battle.

The fourth Lieyang went all the way south to September, where he was involved in a war and encountered demons taking advantage of the chaos, exposing his abilities.

Seven days later, a local tyrant named Zhang and his troops killed the fourth Lieyang in the chaos of war.

Ye Er's ancestor, who was a slave sold to this powerful man at that time, was one of the people involved in this incident.

The person who recorded the words "Lie Yang" was the grandson of Ye Er's ancestor. It is speculated that Ye Er's ancestor dictated it in his later years and his descendants recorded it as an achievement. "

"Does that mean we can trace Ye Er's ancestors back to eighteen generations?"

"Sir, we cannot trace his 18 generations of ancestors completely. It was just an unexpected clue that led us to an ancestor who was qualified to compile a family tree. The parts in between are difficult to trace clearly."

Wen Yan understood. Even a novice like him knew that that year was the eve of a change of dynasty. Ye Er's ancestors later became very successful, so there were more records. However, the descendants were not very motivated and had nothing worth bragging about, so naturally there were no records at all.

He had heard from the elders of Fuyu Mountain that he was not the only Lieyang after the Thirteenth Ancestor, but the ones before him all died before they could leave any waves.

It seems that the killing of Lieyang was not passed down through bloodline. If the black box had not been dug out, no one in Buyeo Mountain would have known that the person who took over this task was just a family slave who might not even have his own surname.

The reasons for wanting to deal with him may not just be due to current ideas and interests, but may also be due to some very long-standing historical reasons.

Therefore, Ye Er was a psychopath himself, and even if there was no grudge between them, he would still kill him.

"Keep checking."

"Sorry, sir, I may not be able to check it for the time being. I have used too much computing power to track down important related information that is not the top priority, and the director has revoked some of my authorization."

"..." Wen Yan was speechless. He had just casually said to continue investigating and was about to go into the underworld. He never expected that the black box would be investigated so deeply.

"There's no need to check the history for now. Let's check the people and things related to Ye Er. By the way, keep an eye on the place I just mentioned. If there's any movement, notify me."

(End of this chapter)