I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 511: Delivering Food, 6 Million (k)

Wang Jianjun didn't pay much attention to this slightly strange guest. He had experienced a lot and seen all kinds of strange things that refreshed his worldview.

At the beginning, he was quite nervous. When the things in the story appeared in front of him, he always felt a fear of the unknown.

But later, when he saw the little fat fox, with its tail exposed, coming to become his apprentice for food, crying and laughing, watching dramas, and even needing to go to the toilet, that sense of mystery was suddenly brought back to earth.

Without this sense of mystery, Wang Jianjun felt that the little fox was no different from an ordinary little girl.

What's there to be afraid of monsters? They can't compare to humans in terms of harming people.

In addition, he has been running a business and working in society for so many years, and he has seen all kinds of strange things.

The most we can say is that this customer was a bit strange. He seemed to really like their fried chicken. After finishing one portion, he was still not full, so the little fox was very generous and continued to deliver more.

Anyway, there had been no customers for a long time, and she had prepared so much food that she couldn't give it away even if she wanted to.

Besides, no matter how much a person eats, how much can he eat? It’s New Year’s Day, shouldn’t he be full?

The strange guest who claimed to be from Bian Jing continued to eat, looking very satisfied.

Except for Wang Jianjun, no one in the store thought there was anything strange.

They either thought it was some little place they had never heard of, like Little Fox.

Or maybe you think it's another place that uses or borrows an ancient name, which is also normal.

Some places become famous because of a certain scenic spot, and the entire city will be renamed after the scenic spot.

As time passed, still no one came to the store, but except for the little fox, no one really cared too much. Shishi was still making fun of the little fox and having a whimsical idea of ​​accumulating merit.

Is it so easy to accumulate merit?

Haven’t you seen the protagonists in TV dramas who have to go through hardships and take seventy or eighty episodes to get on the right track? But they are just getting on the right track and are still a long way from achieving perfection.

Now that we’ve been sanctioned, we can’t even give away free fried chicken.

The little fox didn't care too much. She was just acting on impulse and didn't really expect any effect.

The TV is also full of joy at the moment. The Spring Festival Gala has not started yet, but various interviews and New Year greetings videos like behind-the-scenes footage are already being broadcast.

On the other side, Wen Yan's family had almost prepared the New Year's Eve dinner.

It was the first New Year and there were only family members there, no one else. Pei Tugou's mother wanted Wen Yan to bring people over to celebrate the New Year together, which would save Wen Yan a lot of trouble.

But just like Gao Si was unwilling to step into his house easily without any special necessity, Wen Yan also didn't want to leave several big brothers in the family here in a cold and deserted place during the New Year, which was really not appropriate.

The New Year's Eve dinner was almost ready, so Wen Yan went to the next door, picked up her silly son and asked him to come and eat a few bites of the meal together so that they could celebrate the New Year together.

The silly son was not picky. Even though he had eaten bran, when Wen Yan held him, he would still pretend to be silly and chew on Wen Yan's face.

When they were almost at the door of their home, the silly son turned his head and looked in another direction, shouting "Aba Aba" and drooling again.

Wen Yan took the bib and wiped the saliva of her silly son.

"You are still young now, so it is normal to drool a little. When you are older, if you drool again, be careful that other kids will laugh at you."

They had already reached the door of their home, but their silly son still ignored him and kept looking in that direction.

Wen Yan frowned slightly and looked in the direction his silly son was looking.

In the past, the silly son was always thinking about the painting in his home. Whenever he was somewhere where he could see it, he would look at the painting without blinking.

This time I didn't look back immediately.

After entering the living room, the silly son turned around and looked at the graffiti painting that Wen Yan had framed and hung on the wall.

Wen Yan looked at his phone and didn't see any prompts. The cameras on the streets of Decheng and other crowded places had all been replaced with the ones developed by the Lieyang Tribe.

Anything unusual can be easily photographed.

At present, these cameras are still connected to the normal Skynet system. In a few months, when the supercomputer is built in a research institute set up by the Ministry of Aerospace here, it should be connected there after it is put into operation.

At that time, a portion of the computing power will be fixed to the black box, allowing the black box to monitor abnormal situations in real time.

There are still a lot of various things in Decheng now, whether it is the main intersection, the Decheng Funeral Home, or Gauss and the like.

This was not to monitor Gauss or to fear that he might do something, but to worry about some short-sighted guy. He didn't care if he was tired of living, but he was afraid of implicating others.

The probability of the latter occurring is much higher than that of the former.

Wen Yan carried his silly son into the room and sat with him for a while. He became restless.

If you don't figure it out, you'll always feel uneasy.

After sending his stupid son back home, Wen Yan did not rush to sit at home to eat and watch TV. Instead, he packed some wine and food and went out.

When passing by Doctor Wei's clinic, he saw that the lights were still on. Wen Yan knocked on the glass door, but there was no response. He leaned over the window and took a look. He saw Doctor Wei leaning back in a chair, watching a small TV that was estimated to be about ten inches long and had an antenna.

Doctor Wei raised his eyelids, saw the head by the window, smiled helplessly, and stood up to open the door for Wen Yan.

"It's New Year's Eve and you're not at home celebrating the New Year. It's unlucky to come to my place."

“During the day, I heard you left the door open, so I guess you were too lazy to cook.

Even if I asked you to come to my place, you probably wouldn't want to go.

I'll bring you some wine and food, please try it and drink it by yourself."

Wen Yan put the wine and food he brought on the table.

Doctor Wei felt the obvious blessing of Yang energy from the food and wine, and he smiled and cupped his hands.

"Thank you very much for your kindness. It's New Year's Day, so I won't keep you here."

"Ha, I won't stay even if you ask me to stay. I'm just passing by, so I'll bring you some and leave."

Wen Yan laughed, waved, and turned to leave.

Doctor Wei waved his hand, closed the door, and opened the package. There were dishes sorted inside, both cold and hot dishes, as well as a pot of wine with two wine glasses.

The wine, which has been enhanced with yang energy, has a warm feeling and seems to calm all the dryness.

When Doctor Wei saw the two wine glasses, he was slightly startled, then smiled with some relief.

He moved the food, wine and television to the second floor, then opened the portrait and hung it on the wall. He poured himself two glasses of wine and placed one in front of the portrait.

"Drinking, eating and watching the Spring Festival Gala, I guess you have never experienced this before. My TV is a little small, so you'll have to make do with it."

Doctor Wei raised a glass, raised it towards the portrait, and then raised it from a distance in the direction where Wen Yan left.

"I wish it could last forever, with new things happening every year."

On the other side, Wen Yan brought some wine and food and staggered towards the fried chicken shop.

He had just carefully identified the direction his silly son was looking in and marked a rough range on the map. The fried chicken shop was near the center of this range.

Wen Yan knew best what was nearby, so he carried the things over to take a look.

If I don't take a look, I will feel uneasy.

He was actually preparing to open the seventh door during the New Year's Eve.

This doubt in my mind must be dispelled.

After all, there are not many things that can attract the attention of a silly son and be more attractive than the painting hanging in the house.

All the way to the fried chicken shop, apart from the street lights, there was no car to be seen for several minutes. You could walk in the middle of the road with your eyes closed without worrying about being hit.

It was only around eight o'clock, but there was not a single open store on the street.

Occasionally, you can hear the sound of fireworks in the distance. On the extremely deserted streets, you can feel the bustling atmosphere coming from all directions.

Wen Yan has now noticed that something is wrong.

Because the 24-hour convenience store at the intersection also turned off the lights and closed.

When he passed by before, he saw a convenience store with a sign hanging outside saying that it would remain open 24 hours a day during the Spring Festival.

Wen Yan understood in his heart that he might have entered the place without realizing it.

But this time it seemed particularly natural and brilliant. When he looked back, he could still see the pendant hanging on the street lamp.

It seems like a domain, but it also seems not to be a domain. At least he has no feeling of entering a domain now, and can only judge by the abnormal things around him.

He continued walking forward and saw the only shop with lights on in a row of shops.

It was the fried chicken shop where the little fox worked.

Through the large floor-to-ceiling glass, you can see the little fox holding a cup of homemade milk tea. His chubby face is getting rounder and rounder, and his natural charm is almost ruined.

There was only one customer sitting in the store, eating fried chicken and drinking tea.

Wen Yan walked towards the fried chicken shop. The lucky cat wind chimes hanging on the door jingled. The little fox shouted before he saw anyone.

"welcome."

After seeing that it was Wen Yan, the little fox and Shishi were a little surprised and rushed over immediately.

"Oh, why do you come to see me at this time?" The little fox rushed up, hugged Wen Yan's arm, and laughed so hard that his eyes could not be seen.

Looking at the little fox's increasingly round face, Wen Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud. He couldn't feel any charm at all.

"I'll bring you some wine and food. The butler's cooking skills may be about the same as mine, but this cold dish is absolutely amazing."

Wen Yan carried a bottle of Huashan Lunjian and placed it on the table, and gave the dishes to the little fox.

Shishi came over and was obviously very happy to see Wen Yan. Wen Yan stretched out his hand and directly blessed her with a violent sun.

"Just think of it as a New Year's red envelope. Remember to come back and eat dumplings tomorrow morning."

"okay."

Wang Jianjun brought his wife and happily pulled Wen Yan to sit down, insisting on having a couple of drinks with Wen Yan.

Anyway, there are not many customers now, so he has prepared everything he can, and when guests come, the little fox will take care of it.

After Wen Yan sat down, he glanced at the guest.

He was dressed very ordinary and looked ordinary, just an ordinary passerby in every way. He did not respond to Wen Yan's reminders.

But his subtle movements, expressions, and temperament were obviously different.

Before Wen Yan was ready to say anything, Wang Jianjun waved his hand.

"Brother, if you don't mind, let's eat and have a drink together?"

The guest touched his belly, looked at the bones in the paper box on the table, and smiled.

"I'm full. Your fried chicken tastes so good and the chicken is so fresh. I can't eat any more."

"Come on, grab some cold dishes, have a couple of drinks, and go straight to sleep when you get back. It won't delay anything."

"Then I won't be polite."

"Don't be polite, we are all from the same hometown." The guest did not refuse and sat down at the shared table naturally.

After two cups of wine, Wen Yan casually interrupted the conversation.

"What's your name, brother?"

"My last name is Eight, the Eight in Wuliuqiba."

"Oh, your last name is rare. You don't look like you are from Nanwu County. Are you from Zhongyuan County?"

"Huh, you can tell that?" The guest was also a little surprised.

"There are people of the Eighth surname next door to Decheng. I've heard people talking about it before. Another Eighth surname settlement is in Zhongyuan County."

"You are quite knowledgeable."

Wen Yan laughed out loud. This was the first time in these few months that someone praised him for his broad knowledge.

"Brother, you are here to repair the levee, right? I have seen many brothers from Zhongyuan County and Guanzhong County before."

"Yes, building the levee is a great merit. We have been building levees for generations." The guest was a little emotional. He raised his glass and toasted: "Thank you for your hospitality. This is the best fried chicken I have ever eaten. It's getting late. I should go back."

"Please sit for a while." Wang Jianjun tried to persuade him to stay.

"No, I've had enough to eat and drink, it's time to go."

The guest touched his belly and insisted on leaving.

Wen Yan stood up and said to Wang Jianjun.

"Then Brother Wang, I'm going back too. My family is waiting for me."

"Okay, then drive slowly." Wang Jianjun didn't keep anyone. At this time, Wang Jianjun's wife came out with a few red envelopes. She stuffed two into Wen Yan's pockets, and gave two to the guests and Little Fox.

Wen Yan was not polite. The red envelope from Nanwu County was for good luck. Five or ten yuan was not too little, and ten or twenty yuan was good for good relations.

The guest seemed a little shocked when he received the red envelope. He held the red envelope, not knowing whether to accept it or return it.

"Take it, it's for good luck."

Wen Yan gave some advice and left the store with the customer.

When I walked out of the store, it was still deserted outside. Except for the street lights, all the shops were closed and turned off.

"Brother, don't you think this is lacking something?"

"Yeah, it's too quiet."

As the customer finished speaking, the door lights of some of the shops that were closed and turned off were lit up.

The lights in the 24-hour convenience store at the intersection were turned back on, and the clerk inside was sitting behind the counter watching a video.

On the empty street, a car passed by silently.

Everything was very natural. Even Wen Yan felt that the car that appeared out of nowhere on the road should be like this, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Brother, where are you going back to?"

"I'm full, let's go back and rest." The guest raised his head slightly, looking into the distance, watching the fireworks in the distance, listening to the sound of firecrackers in the distance, his expression was a little trance: "While it's still early, eat your food and tell you a story. I don't know if you like it or not."

"I am a very curious person, so of course I like to listen."

"Being curious is sometimes a good thing, but sometimes it's not." The guest said casually, then stopped and looked into the distance.

He stopped talking for two minutes, and Wen Yan took out a cigarette box and handed him a cigarette.

The guest lit a cigarette and sighed.

"A long time ago, there was a severe drought and famine. All the edible things were eaten up.

Grass roots and tree barks are all good things. If even Guanyin soil can be eaten, what else can't be eaten?

There was a village that could no longer hold on and was preparing to flee with its entire population, but there happened to be a war at the time.

There was a village next door where people fled, and most of them died within a day of leaving the village.

The people in that small village at that time wanted to escape the famine but couldn't, as escaping would mean death.

But if he didn't escape, he would die. Even the tree bark in the village had been eaten.

Then it happened that the New Year came and the Nian beast came.

The Nian beast wanted to eat people. It ate several people and only left after it was full.

The village offered several people to the Nian beast, and the rest of the people in the village survived and held out until the beginning of spring.

Later everyone knew that every year during the Chinese New Year, the Nian beast would come to eat people.”

The guest was not very good at telling stories, but Wen Yan roughly understood it, and his hair stood on end.

Of course he understood. In a drought-stricken area where there was no bark on the trees and the rats had moved away, why did the people survive when the Nian beast came?
The guest said this, put out his cigarette and smiled.

"I'm not very good at telling stories, but I suddenly remembered the stories I heard from old people when I was a child."

"It's okay, you spoke very well..."

"Thank you for the wine and food. Also, thank you for the meal. I'm leaving now. See you again if we're lucky. Also, my name is Ba Bai Wan."

The guest waved and turned away.

The moment he introduced himself, a red exclamation mark suddenly popped up in front of Wen Yan's eyes, and a prompt also appeared.

"Attention! Attention! A rare mythical creature has appeared. It is useless to kill it if you cannot kill it. Please act with caution!"

This is a red alert. The first time it was not to remind him that there was danger, but to warn him to act with caution. There is a difference between the two.

"Year (Rare Myth)"

“As an extremely rare mythical creature, it has been gestated since ancient times, but was truly born in the Dharma Ending Age.

Even in the Dharma Ending Age, it is impossible to completely prevent its occurrence.

He has no definite body, no definite image, no definite power, and no definite nature.

There is only a non-living soul, a non-materialized atypical soul.

He was born from an accident and the accumulation of long-term wishes during a special period of each year. He is a rare mythical creature that truly originated from humans.

Normally, He only comes on New Year's Eve every year.

Normally, when a Xi Beast appears that year, it will take the initiative to retreat, or it will not appear that year."

“Please give up on targeting Nian through killing, arresting, sealing, etc.

It is impossible to be sure why He is kind to you, but there must be some other reason.

He took the initiative to tell you his name, which means he took the initiative to disclose some information.

His name, Eight Million, means that at this moment, He may have up to eight million descended bodies.

Unless at most eight million descended bodies are killed today, we can determine where His soul is.

Alternatively, within today, you must devour the souls of no more than eight million descended bodies before you can devour His real soul.

As a rare mythical creature born entirely from humans, the degree of its threat depends entirely on humans. "

“Temporary ability: synaesthesia.

When the prerequisites are met, you can clearly sense things that you cannot sense at ordinary times."

Wen Yan tried to equip himself with temporary abilities.

When I looked up, Eight Million had already disappeared on the street.

The moment he tried to use this temporary ability, he was immediately stunned.

In an instant, his consciousness was suppressed by the indescribable amount of information and stopped functioning.

A few seconds later, his consciousness returned and he seemed to be floating in mid-air, high enough to overlook the entire Chinese land.

He saw countless spots of light, spread all over Shenzhou, and not just Shenzhou, but also in the surrounding areas and other places.

Each dot of light represents a person, one of eight million advent bodies.

Just now, he was able to sense millions of descended entities simultaneously, and his consciousness was suppressed to the point where he was unable to move. He only returned to normal after he separated from them.

He just saw the locations of those light spots, from Nanhai County to the northeast, and then to Xiyu County, they were all there, and he knew why there was a red exclamation mark to remind him.

Because ordinary power is useless, absolutely useless.

No one, no force in this world, can kill these millions of people accurately at any cost today.

The characteristics of Eight Million are that he is completely invincible, and it can be said that all his actions are completely controlled by others.

It is both extremely dangerous and not extremely dangerous.

Wen Yan looked at those spots of light and found the brightest one in the area closest to him.

In an instant, he knew what the so-called clear perception was.

He seemed to be standing there and saw a young boy, carrying a backpack, huddled in a pile of cement pipes next to a construction site.

Not far away, the security guard with a flashlight saw the light here and came over to check. After seeing the boy, he frowned and told the boy to go home quickly.

Finally, seeing that the young man was dirty and silent, the guard at the construction site didn't say much and took him to the guard room, poured him some water, and cooked wonton noodles in a small pot.

The boy didn't say anything, but as he ate, he began to cry and wiped his tears while eating.

What Wen Yan saw began to blur and eventually fade away.

He changed one and saw a police station somewhere. An uncle came in with an insulated box. Opposite him sat a guy who looked like a seasoned veteran.

The uncle looked at the old man with a sullen face, stretched his neck to look, and unhappily divided half of the dumplings into a bowl and handed it to the other party.

"It's New Year's Eve, and you're still not quiet. Are you comfortable staying here with me on New Year's Eve?"

The old man swallowed the dumplings without saying a word. After swallowing several dumplings, he continued to ask with a serious face.

"Do you have garlic? Vinegar would be fine too."

"I don't have any garlic, so eat yours. I'll be very grateful if my wife can send me some dumplings. And I've also got vinegar, and I picked you."

"I'm not picky. I was suddenly so hungry that I wanted to hold my arm and take a bite. I licked it and it tasted like pork elbow."

The sensation gradually became blurred, so Wen Yan continued to change.

He saw that as time passed, the light of millions of points of light dimmed, and some even disappeared directly.

Wen Yan regained consciousness and stood on the empty street.

He pondered what he had just sensed. Was this because Nian was full?
(End of this chapter)