I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 495: Send the ransom first, Sea of ​​the Dead (5k)

Wen Yan didn't know that the little old man in purgatory had come up with a lot of things in his mind.

The Winchester family is very famous over there. To these outsiders, everyone in this family is a big villain.

The reason why the things in Purgatory feel they can't afford to offend is because this family has produced three generations of fierce men who can fight their way into Purgatory and fight their way out. Their methods are generally cruel, and when targeting aliens, they rarely leave any alive.

Another reason why these strange creatures are afraid is that strictly speaking, this family is not a family of exorcists at all, but a role similar to that of historians, recorders.

For example, eight hundred years ago, our ancestors might have encountered a certain demon for the first time. At that time, the information was limited, so they might just choose to expel it. But afterwards, they would spend time to fill in all the missing information as much as possible.

When the descendants encounter the same person again hundreds of years later, they will look through the records and, after confirming it, they will kill him to make up for their ancestor's regret.

The siege and hunting against this family was actually the most rampant in the Dharma Ending Age. Although they had lost their power in the present world, some demons could still bewitch some mortals in order to hunt down the Winchester bloodline.

Gradually, the family became more low-key, and the surname Winchester was rarely used in front of outsiders. When they went out, they changed to a surname that sounded similar to "Wen".

And with the revival of spiritual energy, over the past few decades, they began to kill again, and the surname Wen almost became a secret known to everyone.

When the old man saw that Wen Yan was so fierce that he could kill people in Purgatory, and that he was holding a magic wand made from the bones of the devil with obvious devil's aura, plus this surname and the rather pretentious old aristocratic accent, he even really wanted to ask for a ransom.

It doesn’t matter what Wen Yan looks like. He must be a member of the Winchester family. Even if Wen Yan says he is not, the old man doesn’t believe him.

Rumors spread quickly, and people without the ability would simply ignore the bounty.

As the story spread, it became known that the little girl with the bounty was the most talented descendant of the Winchester family and a powerful infernal creature. She was also thinking that it was not worth it to offend the people of the Big Evil Star's family for the bounty.

After all, even if you are pulled out of Purgatory, it will be easier for others to hunt you down.

Some guys who had been active outside before were really afraid to do so. After all, if it was not necessary, it was better not to gamble whether others had found a way to kill them completely.

On the other side, Wen Yan returned to the town with the ransom, but he didn't know whether he could take these things out.

He didn't touch anything else, simply because he felt that he couldn't take it out and it would be useless to take it. This kind of crystal is something that can be traded, so maybe he could take it out.

After returning, Wen Yan counted the ransom and looked at it carefully one by one to prevent unscrupulous merchants from smuggling other things.

As he watched, Wen Yan pondered for a while, and then thought of a question: how did the rancher know that he was related to Lucy?

Let’s start by talking about the reward and get straight to the point.

There was no name written on the big ship of this small town, and even Lucy was hiding in the basement that could directly block perception.

That cunning rancher might have some other skills.

Wen Yan was a little surprised that this guy, who had not triggered any clues, could withstand the attack of Huibu and Chunjun Mace and divert the force.

If it wasn't necessary, Wen Yan didn't want to continue fighting to the death. What if that guy had something else in his hand? It wouldn't be worth it to fight like a trapped beast.

This is not Wen Yan’s goal.

After sorting out these materials and checking them all out, he put them away only after making sure there were no problems.

The big ship in the small town was still moving forward, and now it had sailed into a void. It seemed very similar to the old dream, but the area between the two old dreams was mostly foggy.

And here, in the seemingly empty space, there are always faint roars, wails, and cries, which never stop.

Occasionally, you can see miserable looking souls falling from the sky, and no one knows where they land.

Some of them were obviously very close to the town’s big ship, and seemed to be falling straight towards it, but in the end they inexplicably passed by it.

Nothing changed for a long time. The residents of the town went back to their homes and did their own things. Only the Paw Patrol appeared from nowhere. Some of them were squatting on the bow of the boat, some were patrolling in the town, and some were squatting at the end of the town.

Wen Yan knew that this was the result of mutual influence. Everything here was the result of Lucy inadvertently borrowing the power of the Yellow Demon. Similarly, the Yellow Demon should also be able to have an impact within a certain range.

For example, the flying chess game.

I didn't see anyone, but the fight had already started.

Wen Yan took out the magic wand made of Gauss's finger bones. This thing was more useful than expected, or in other words, the deterrent effect of the magic wand itself was stronger than the magic that came with it.

It would be very useful here. Wen Yan didn't think anything of it, but for the aliens here, that kind of natural pressure and aura were something that could never be erased.

He took out his wand and hung it around his waist. Fortunately, he was well prepared for a fight when he went out this time, and he brought everything he could with him. After all, some things might be used at any time.

Not long after the small town's ship sailed, it crashed into a purgatory again. This was a forest of dead trees. All the dead trees grew crookedly, like twisted ghosts in the night.

When the boat arrived here, Wen Yan saw the twisted dead trees curled up together. On a hill in the distance, a stone statue came to life and turned into an ugly monster with wings.

The monster's nostrils grew several times larger, expanding and contracting constantly. After sniffing, its eyes changed slightly.

Then he immediately curled up his body and turned into a stone statue again, slowly sinking into the earth and disappearing.

A moment later, the small town's large ship seemed to have hit something and its speed slowly slowed down. There was a tendency for it to run aground. Wen Yan, who was about to go see how Lucy was doing, could only come to the bow to take a look.

Unable to see anything, Wen Yan could only conclude that the power that propelled the ship was slowly being exhausted.

But as the ship slowed down, some people began to worry.

Under the dead woods, in a cave deep underground, the monster was holding a quill and writing furiously.

“My dearest partner, I received your letter.

Of course, it is not possible to directly forgive your debt.

Friends are friends, debts are debts, and the same is true when the devil comes.

But considering that you still owe me a large sum of debt, I can give you some reduction at my discretion.

First, tell me what ransom you paid so that the family would spare the life of you, the damn rancher.

Besides, I didn’t issue the reward, I just helped spread it.”

The monster felt that the huge ship above the ground seemed to be slowing down, so he quickly burned the paper and sent the letter out.

On the other side, in the rancher's cabin, the bonfire in the small fireplace transformed into a big mouth, which opened and spit out a letter.

The rancher took the letter and glanced at it, quickly skipping over the first part. When he saw the word "exemption", he paused slightly, then read the rest of the content carefully.

After thinking about it, the rancher magnified his losses twenty times, wrote it in the letter, and then began to bargain with the other party.

On the other side, the Kumulin monster received a reply from the small fireplace and immediately reduced the losses mentioned by the rancher by ten times.

Even if it is reduced ten times, it is still a considerable amount of money.

Some time ago, in a certain hell, many little devils were summoned by a demon king. At least 1% of those summoned monsters died on the way, and at most only % of the monsters could be successfully summoned.

Due to the huge losses and the possibility that the Demon King might summon a large number of little devils, related things have been in short supply recently. The brain cores produced in the Purgatory Ranch have naturally appreciated the most.

The winged monster felt the huge ship above him moving slower and slower. With a bitter face, he opened the box next to him.

The box turned into a big mouth full of sharp teeth, as if it wanted to bite him. The winged monster stretched out a hand and broke one of the box's teeth. The box then obediently opened its mouth, listened to the orders, and spit out a small stick that looked like it was made of withered vines.

This thing is one of the very few good things he has. As a senior broker, he has information that others don't have.

He recently heard that someone was trying to acquire this, and it was said to be a big shot. There was no specific information, and his source was unwilling to say.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune, and then find a way to trick a witch or cultist in the world during the chaotic period of the Dawn of the Gods to summon him out.

Now it seems that it is better to give up. The people outside are too cruel. Winchester has been thrown into purgatory again. He should be honest for now and see how the situation develops.

He sent the small rattan stick to a tree root underground, and the root rolled up the stick and sank into the soil.

A moment later, a bird made of wood, holding a small rattan stick in its mouth, flew towards the huge ship in the town.

The wooden bird landed not far in front of Wen Yan, put down the small rattan stick, and bowed its head.

“Dear Winchester, no one or anything here is willing to be your enemy.

As an inconspicuous little place you occasionally pass by on your travels.

I can only give you this humble gift to help you practice this.

I wish you a safe journey. ”

After the wooden bird said this, it bowed its head and saluted, then quickly turned into pieces of dead wood, and then turned into ashes, which were blown away by the wind.

Wen Yan kept a sullen face and listened in silence the whole time.

What is Winchester?

Then he looked down at the gray, inconspicuous little rattan stick. It was the first item that triggered a prompt after entering here.

"Devil's vine." "A plant-based monster that grows in Purgatory. It is one of the very few things that can penetrate Purgatory. It grows very slowly. Under the most suitable conditions, it only grows five millimeters a year at most.

And most of the time, in extremely harsh environments, the growth rate of this thing is not even as fast as the annual rings of ordinary trees.

This is one of the few things in the world that is still a top-grade wand material."

Wen Yan raised his hand and Huibu took the devil vine.

He hadn't done anything yet, but someone came to pay the ransom. The monsters in Purgatory are quite particular.

He could tell that the person in charge here wanted him to leave quickly.

Wen Yan wanted to do so, but the speed of the giant ship in the small town was indeed slowing down, and he didn't know why.

I want to know why. After much thought, I think only flying chess has the answer.

……

In the underground gathering place, the core members of the gathering gathered together, a group of people were discussing countermeasures, only the Stitched Monster was sitting aside holding a beautiful photo album.

The photo album seemed to contain photos taken in prison, with labels on some places, indicating the size of each part, such as arms, fingers, legs, etc.

The Stitcher was picking out parts of his body; his body was almost broken.

Listening to those people arguing, Stitcher couldn't help himself.

"Don't count on the reward. The news we have received now is that there is a very powerful guy. To be more specific, we don't even dare to tell you the source of the news.

Do you really believe what the other party said, that he doesn't know his identity and origin?"

"So just use my method." The deathly necromancer at the side began to transform into the King of Ideas.

"What can you do?"

"The news we received is that the entire town there, under the power of the descended body, is constantly passing through the territory of some people in Purgatory.

Her power is limited, and, the great Yellow Devil, can also influence direction.

All we have to do is make sure that the last ship will run aground in the Sea of ​​​​Death.

No matter how powerful a person is, if he falls there, the only outcome is to be exhausted to death.

All we have to do is wait quietly for the enemy's corpses to float across the Sea of ​​​​Dead.

At that time, we just need to guide the descended body.

It just so happened that she was hiding and trapped before, so it was difficult for us to catch her.

Now she thinks she can escape by falling into purgatory, and we have a chance to catch her."

"Can this be controlled?" Others were skeptical.

"Of course, the great Yellow Devil can definitely do it."

"I'm not doubting this. I'm doubting whether you can really make the undead in the sea of ​​undead send her here obediently?"

"You are humiliating me! Countless undead in the Sea of ​​Undead are waiting for my summons!

If I didn't have so much material, I could build an army of one million undead right now!
If it weren’t for the materials I originally ordered, all of them would be gone.

Those damned South Sea monkeys can’t accomplish anything!”

As the necromancer spoke, his defense began to break down and he started swearing.

But his suggestion was unanimously accepted because there was no better way.

……

Wen Yan knocked on the door of the basement, and the red-eyed Bugs Bunny walked out with Lucy.

The little girl was a little depressed. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found out that Wen Yan was fine. She was still blaming herself for not pulling Wen Yan into the basement.

"Don't think too much. Adults need to fight and children need to be protected. This is normal."

"I want to fight, but my mother said that children are not allowed to touch guns, and anyone who wants to sell guns to children will go to hell."

"Your mother is right, so let's finish this game. If we don't, we might keep sailing like this until we get stranded somewhere."

Open the chessboard, and now it's Wen Yan's turn to roll the dice.

This is no longer an ordinary game, it is a competition between Lucy, him, the Yellow Devil, and those who summon the Yellow Devil.

He didn't know what cards the other party was going to play. All he could do was to maintain his existing advantages as much as possible and make up for his disadvantages.

He looked at the path on the chessboard. There were only squares and no other markings. The routes taken by the competitors were also different. It was a very standard way of playing flying chess.

He calculated that even if he rolled a 6 every time, it would take at least three more times to reach the finish line.

From the perspective of playing the game, he has two wishes in his hand and he definitely can't use them first.

Even if you use it, there is no guarantee that you can complete the journey in one go. In case of bad luck, a journey that can be completed in 6 o'clock may have to be divided into six times.

After thinking about it, Wen Yan picked up the dice and threw it on the chessboard.

The dice soon stopped, 4 points.

The little man representing Wen Yan on the chessboard slowly moved four squares and appeared on a square with a black background.

Prompts began to appear on the electronic screen.

"The helmsman of the ship was very tired because she had not rested for too long and she was unable to keep the ship sailing.

Unfortunately, ahead is the end of all life, an endless ocean.

Please be careful, after the ship sinks, it's the end."

Wen Yan watched as the fonts of the letters changed, and black gas began to emerge from under the little figure representing him, lingering around the little figure.

It seems like the other party has played a tough card.

The purgatory areas encountered before were not too powerful, or the other party was unwilling to take the risk.

Now a tough guy has finally arrived.

The giant ship of the small town moved forward slowly, and finally left the area under its feet and sailed into the howling void.

Wen Yan took Lucy to her bedroom and let her close her eyes and have a good rest.

Lucy must have been holding on for a few days, and even in her current state, she still needs to rest.

Wen Yan told Lucy in an unquestionable tone to go to bed obediently. If she didn't sleep, Wen Yan would use his wish.

Lucy had no choice but to do as she was told.

By the time Lucy fell asleep in the bedroom and began to rest, the entire town seemed to have seamlessly switched to late night mode.

All the residents went back to rest, and only some members of the Paw Patrol were patrolling the streets.

Wen Yan moved a chair, sat at the bow, took out his mobile phone with a long standby time, and continued reading to pass the time.

After waiting for two hours, the sky suddenly began to fall ahead.

In the gray world, there are endless plains and occasionally a few low hills can be seen.

But then, Wen Yan understood why it was called the ocean.

As far as the eye can see, there are countless undead souls, countless skeletons of various kinds, and half-rotten zombies, spread across every corner of the world.

In some places, they can even be described as shoulder to shoulder.

Even where the undead walked, there was no land to be seen, and the ground was made up of countless bones.

Countless undead souls turned their heads and looked over at the moment the big ship appeared in the small town.

The small town's big ship, which was already slowing down, began to slow down sharply and ran aground after entering here.

Wen Yan looked at the sea of ​​undead souls and was silent for a moment.

He wanted to know one thing now, what level was he?
(End of this chapter)