I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 503 Soul Fuel, another piece of broken iron (5k)

Wen Yan didn't dare to reach out and touch the piece of broken iron stuck on the breastplate. Just looking at the shape, it was just an ordinary piece of broken iron covered with rust, just like the scrap iron weighed by pounds in the recycling station.

But the edges, the general shape, and even the natural patterns on the rust all made Wen Yan feel vaguely familiar.

He thought carefully about what he had seen or had in his hands.

Soon he thought of something. When Lao Meng was surrounded and killed in Europa, he rushed into the void directly without any coordinates. He dared to take the risk, but the people who were chasing him naturally did not dare to do so.

Without any coordinates, Lao Meng used his talent and various things in his collection as coordinates to appear directly near his home, and even brought the little bat with him.

In order to pay off the debt, Lao Meng gave him two things, one was a big seal, and the other was a pile of scrap iron.

According to Lao Meng, the seal was a good omen and the broken iron pieces were cursed objects. He almost died because of his greed for treasures. In addition, his identity made him unable to control himself and he was eventually affected and almost died.

The reason he was able to survive in the end was because he had a seal in his hand, which was a very auspicious item and gave him a chance to survive.

Of course, this was Lao Meng’s own statement, and he believed it very much, so he gave the two extremely valuable items to Wen Yan to pay off his debt.

Wen Yan still remembered that when he touched the broken iron pieces, it was because of King Guilong's reverse scales that he blocked the charm hidden in the broken iron pieces.

He never figured out what it was, and had no clues, so he just kept it together with the seal, collecting and suppressing it, and would figure it out later depending on the situation.

This time, when he saw the pieces of iron stuck on the breastplate, he looked left and right, and they were almost the same as the pieces of iron that Lao Meng had used to pay off debts.

If this is really the thing, with such terrible power, Wen Yan felt that it made sense.

Lao Meng said that this thing was once an extremely powerful treasure, but it was broken because it was too powerful. Its current appearance is only because it is still in a state of recovery.

If it really is the same thing, Wen Yan now really believes Lao Meng's bragging.

This time, the delay in the prompt could not be without reason. It must be that when this fragment exploded, it forcibly interfered with or even suppressed his prompt, causing the prompt to be delayed.

Think about it again, that auspicious seal can suppress the curse of the fragments, and the auspicious seal comes from the period of Emperor Guangwu.

It is possible that the reason for arousing the power within this fragment was really because of the identity of the Han envoy.

Of course, it could also be the identity of the Death Knight, which also attracts a lot of hatred.

Wen Yan rummaged through his bag and pulled out a thickened and reinforced double-sealed bag that he always carried with him. Then he raised his hand, and Huibu automatically pulled out the Chunjun mace, and knocked it down hard, knocking off the broken iron pieces stuck on the breastplate.

Wen Yan took the sealed bag and caught it, then put two more on it. After he couldn't feel anything anymore, he put it away.

As for the mask, he didn't dare wear it.

He took off his worn armor, had Graybu put it on, and continued on his way.

He thought he would have to deal with the spirit he had just seen, and maybe he would have to fight the werewolves here first.

Unexpectedly, the two souls that were obviously more powerful than ordinary people that he had just seen through the masks quietly retreated in his perception.

When he arrived at the wooden house in the forest, he saw a thick and large object, suspected to be a mobile phone, placed on the wooden stake used for chopping firewood in front of the door, and Sam's voice came from it.

"Bro, are you here yet?"

"It's me..." Wen Yan looked at this thing which was even bigger than any satellite phone he had ever seen, and was unable to react for a moment. This thing was actually a phone.

I also forgot that Sam might call back in advance to let me know. He is definitely an eccentric person who doesn't know how to use the phone.

"I forgot to tell you, I have a friend here to help me look after the house. I just called them and told them, you just go in.

The part above the ground is for you to use as you like. The second and third rooms on your left in the basement are guest rooms, for you to use as you like.

The first room on the right is a secret room I built specially. It has all the shielding methods I know of carved on it. You may need them.

All the disposable phones in the boxes labeled "Phone" on the shelf are for you to use at will, but remember to destroy them after use."

"Sam, is everything going well for you? Do you need any help?"

"No, no, no, I'm very familiar with this area. I've already arranged everything and left. I'll be here soon. Don't worry. If I can't make it within an hour, I'll call you. If not, then you should leave there immediately and go to another safe house on the map."

"Okay, thank you."

Wen Yan heard the busy tone, pressed the physical button and hung up the phone.

On the other side, Sam hung up the phone and drove fast on the country road.

The werewolf friend who had just helped him watch the house called him and said that there was a guy who made them feel creepy and could make their hair stand on end even though they were far away.

Something in the cabin was aroused and took the initiative to attack the man, but was blocked by the other party. They gave Sam a warning and prepared to retreat.

Sam told them that this was his friend and asked them not to worry about it and just retreat.

Sam wondered what was in the safe house that could be stimulated by the Death Knight to be activated, but he couldn't think of anything.

Now we can only go back and talk about it later. As long as no one is hurt, it doesn’t matter about the safe house. If it is destroyed, it is destroyed.

Although his teacher gave him many bad memories, he also taught him how to survive.

The first wooden house he had built with his own hands, spending a lot of energy and enthusiasm, was burned down by his teacher.

He still remembers that feeling, and ever since then, the destruction of the safe house has never affected his mentality again.

He will never appear here again. In order to retrieve something, he has to go back to the safe house even when he knows there is danger.

He made it a habit to not put anything that couldn't be thrown away in a safe house where he expected it to be destroyed from the beginning.

Just like in these years, he would not be bewitched by certain magic books, nor would he blindly believe in authority and step into the abyss step by step for the sake of knowledge. This was because he had worked hard for three years to learn the accent for the sake of knowledge, magic, rituals, spells, etc., but in the end he found it to be a big pit.

I have fallen into a trap that I will never forget. At least it was not fatal, and I will not become a slave to spells, magic, and magic books.

It's just that the memory isn't really that good.

On the other side, a helicopter flew over to the half-destroyed safe house where Sam summoned Wen Yan.

A guy wearing a black robe and a cross on his chest, who looked like a priest, got down from the helicopter.

Behind him, there were three other people, two of whom were obvious combatants, and the third was wearing prisoner clothes with his hands and feet shackled.

When they arrived at the wooden house, the priest had a gloomy look on his face. Two security guards went in to check first. Only after they confirmed that there was no problem did the priest lead the others in.

Arriving at the basement, where some traces of the summoning ritual still remained, the priest reached out his hand and touched it, but there was no power left.

He turned around and looked at the man in prison uniform.

"Have you thought it through? If you sincerely repent, your sins will be forgiven and you will be allowed to go to heaven."

"I've thought it over. I sincerely repent." The man in prison uniform looked a little pale. He would rather take a risk and seize this opportunity.

Especially after he actually saw the devil.

The priest nodded.

The man in prison uniform knelt on the ground, his fists clenched together, his head lowered, and he kept chanting scriptures.

The priest stood behind him and reached out his hand to touch his head.

"When I tell you to look up, you look up and tell me what you see. When this is all over, your soul will be purified and you won't have to worry about falling into hell anymore."

The priest said this several times in succession, then opened a book, took out some things from it, placed them aside, then took out a candle and placed it behind the man in prison uniform.

As the candle lit, flames began to burn on the man's body. When the man felt something strange, the flames suddenly turned into a dark blue.

The priest also growled behind him.

"Look up! What do you see?"

The man who had his head lowered suddenly raised his head when he heard the words, but his body did not move, but his soul raised his head.

His soul has been ignited, and using the soul as fuel will bring some indescribable power.

The man's soul burned as he looked forward.

"I... I saw flames all over the sky, and in the flames there seemed to be a knight covered in gray mist..."

But as he watched, he saw a streak of light flying towards the knight.

After the stream of light hit the knight, a strong wind suddenly appeared in the whole world, and everything in its path collapsed and disappeared.

The flames in the sky were blown out, and the knight's figure also disappeared in the wind.

The man's soul wailed, his eyes turned into empty holes, he could no longer see anything, only pure nothingness remained in his eyes.

His soul, which was already rapidly weakening, quickly dissipated in the flames.

The priest stood there with a sullen face, calmly watching the man's soul completely dissipate, and then made a gesture in front of his chest.

"His soul has been purified and he no longer has to worry about falling into hell." However, before he could put away the strange candle, a fire had already started outside the cabin.

The priest sniffed the smell and his expression changed slightly.

"Holy oil! Go!"

They rushed out of the sea of ​​fire in a panic, and everyone had some burn marks on their bodies.

The ruins of the wooden house were burning from the outside in. There was not only holy oil inside, but also some things from the devil. Whoever came would ignite the corresponding thing.

Not far away, the priest looked grim.

“This must be a stronghold built by evil demons or their followers.

The evil being that was summoned should have been killed.

But the angel from the Inquisition also disappeared and did not return.

Something must have happened.

What is the strongest official power in the local area? Who controls it?

Let them investigate who has been around recently."

A guard behind the priest had a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Father, this is near Florida, and the main force here is not controlled by people from our sect.

Moreover, Florida has been a bit chaotic recently, with fierce sectarian fighting. In addition to official personnel, several factions have also taken advantage of the situation to do things.

We... may not be able to mobilize too much manpower here to deal with this matter."

"An angel is missing!" The priest looked grim.

The guard didn't dare to continue speaking, as it would be impolite to say anything more.

The issue of sects has always been complicated, and within Robin, they say they believe in freedom, but in reality they don't want to offend anyone, and you all have to do it based on your own abilities.

But in actual implementation, not to mention at the national level in Robin, even at the state level, it is a mess.

There would be fierce fighting between neighboring states, especially after the Dawn of the Gods, when many things began to be exposed.

With sharp weapons in hand, people will naturally have murderous intentions, and the fight will naturally be more intense.

The situation is rather complicated at the moment. Due to the special location here, it is difficult to find local official forces, or it is difficult to find stronger forces to assist them.

On the other side, Wen Yan was standing in front of the wooden house in the forest, examining the traces on the ground.

Following the small holes in the trees and searching back, he pushed aside the weeds and saw an inconspicuous small hole on the ground.

It is called a hole, but in fact it is only half a centimeter high and four or five centimeters wide. The inside looks relatively smooth, which should be left behind when the piece of broken iron flew out.

Considering the several trees that were pierced along the way, the kinetic energy carried by the piece of iron at that time was completely unreasonable.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and changed his identity, causing the power contained in the broken iron pieces to dissipate, leaving only residual kinetic energy.

He entered the wooden house and found the entrance to the basement. When he entered the basement, he saw traces left on the basement wall. The piece of broken iron flew out from the ground, penetrated the stone wall, and then penetrated the thick ground.

He took a look and found that the piece of broken iron should have been placed in a lead box before. There was no other protection on the surface. Sam should not care much about this thing.

Wen Yan found the guest room Sam mentioned, and also found the shielded room.

The so-called shielding room is equivalent to a room in a motel. Although it is simple, it has everything it needs, even many sets of various clothes.

Even the doors are similar in structure to those in hospital sterile wards, with two doors to ensure that there will be no leakage due to opening and closing the doors.

As expected of a veteran exorcist, he is extremely well prepared.

At this point, Wen Yan let Huibu let Lucy go, let Lucy wash her face, eat something, and then lie down on the bed and fall into a deep sleep.

Wen Yan left Huibu behind and asked him to guard the place while he went outside to pack up his things.

The Revenant Horse liked the new skin very much and begged Wen Yan to keep it.

Wen Yan was helpless. The ghost horse's intelligence was not very high, just like a child. It was rare for it to wear new clothes, which might even be out of print. He couldn't just say no.

But how to carry such a big thing is a problem. Wen Yan can only use the tools left by Sam, take out some gold from the gold ring, and start trying to add something to the new skin of the Revenant Horse.

This skeleton was originally left behind by an outsider who fell into the Sea of ​​the Dead. It is one of the very few things that can be taken out of the Sea of ​​the Dead.

Unfortunately, it is too flashy and has few applications.

Taking out her cell phone, there was no signal underground, so Wen Yan lit a candle and started doing something while waiting for Sam and also waiting for her family to get ready.

Soon, Wen Yan managed to complete the inlay, then disassembled the skeleton of the ghost horse, tried it, and found that it could be taken away.

He took away the ghost's warhorse and put its body into a jade pendant and carried it on his body.

When I arrived at the shielded room and entered the first door, I saw Lucy curled up in a ball with one hand tightly grasping the gray cloth. A faint light occasionally flashed.

As the faint light flickered, some runes and patterns lit up on the walls, ceiling, floor, and even the bed, as if neutralizing the halo around Lucy.

The halo around Lucy would dissipate every time it spread a little bit.

Wen Yanxin thought that it was indeed stable. The black box told him that the Winchester family were experts in this field and they were indeed professionally matched.

Fortunately, he had been careful enough and did not let the gray cloth loosen during the whole process.

Gray cloth has been following him since the beginning, and has been specially promoted. Its strongest point is its resilience, and combined with its isolation, it can even isolate his yang energy.

If he went home directly, he might be noticed and the world boss here would be lured home.

Sensing Wen Yan's arrival, the gray cloth raised one end, crumpled it into the shape of a hand, and pointed to the part that Lucy was holding.

When Wen Yan walked in, the gray cloth slipped away from Lucy's hands. Lucy suddenly woke up. After seeing Wen Yan, she relaxed again, grabbed the gray cloth again, held it in her arms, and fell asleep again in a daze.

Wen Yan smiled and motioned for Huibu to take a rest.

After checking that Lucy was fine, Wen Yan's ears moved slightly, he opened the door and left, and there was a noise outside.

Sam is finally back.

"Is everything going well?"

"Very good. This area is already in chaos. There is no power here, and there is not even any surveillance. Wen, are you okay?"

Wen Yan took out a double-layer sealed bag and shook it.

"I was almost killed by this thing. Do you know what this thing is?"

Sam took the sealed bag and looked at it, then looked at the marks on the wall and was a little amazed.

"You're okay?"

"I took off the mask, and this thing has no power."

“That mask is very problematic, it actually allows you to meet the requirements of the Undead Summoning Ritual.

As for this piece of iron, I have no idea what it is, I just know it must be cursed.

The power of the curse is not strong, at most it will only bring bad luck to people.

When I found it, I took it back and put it in a lead box, and nothing happened to it again.”

"How did you find this thing? I'm just curious. After all, it looks like just a piece of scrap metal." Wen Yan continued to ask.

"Because this piece of scrap metal got stuck in the crusher, its former owner found that he couldn't destroy it, and then some bad luck started to happen to him. I found out about this, and went to solve it, and recorded some things by the way."

“Are there any other similar things?”

"Let me check. I think there is one." Sam took out a thick notebook and flipped through it. He soon turned to a page and said, "Here, there is indeed another one."

It has clear records on it, where to obtain it, what effects it has, and supporting pictures.

There is even Sam's speculation next to it, saying that this thing might be part of a cursed magical weapon.

Wen Yan compared them and saw that the pictures should be the same thing.

"I put this thing in a safe house in Texas. I'll give it to you later."

"Aren't you going to ask me why?"

"Many aliens hold something that can kill them in their own hands. Of course, I'm not talking about you. I mean, although the mask is a little dangerous, it is very valuable to have come out of the Sea of ​​the Dead. It would be a pity to throw it away. It will come in handy in the future."

(End of this chapter)