I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 534: The Ghost Carries the Taoist Scroll, Auspicious Breaking Ritual (6k)

Wen Yan's expression was quite tangled. He really didn't expect that it would be such a scene...

The two old men with crooked necks were like shrews who had never fought, one pulling her hair and the other kicking her crotch.

The problem is, both of them are in a ghost state, so pulling their hair and kicking their crotches doesn't seem to have much effect.

On the contrary, as the two of them fought, their powers seemed to blend together.

Seeing this scene, Wen Yan understood why the two of them were within the scope of the ceremony, while the remaining two were outside the scope of the ceremony. These two old ghosts were just consumables for the ceremony.

There was no response even to the prompts, proving that no matter how special these two old ghosts were, they were still just ordinary ghosts that were slightly special.

Looking to the other side, there is another ghost who has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but does not have any righteousness at all.

"Lost ghost."

"He died lost on the road, not knowing north, south, east, west, or the difference between life and death. He wandered for three years before realizing that his body was already dead, but he still didn't know he was dead.

It has the abilities of ghosts and spirits, but also has some characteristics of living creatures. It can move in broad daylight, and it can also travel through the underworld.

Among the vast number of ghosts, there are very few who suddenly awaken their consciousness and see themselves.

At this point, the lowest level ghosts, if they meet the corresponding conditions, can be transformed into any ghost class. "

"A ghost who doesn't know he is dead will understand after seeing his own corpse and the mourning hall.

No matter how special a ghost is, one day he will be reborn and become a ghost or god.

It is still a ghost."

"Temporary ability: none."

"Bonus tip from Identity Dark xx: Why do you guys always like to hide things where no one can see?"

Wen Yan looked at the prompt carefully. It should mean that this guy was like a ghost in the underworld, dazed and unconscious. He wandered for three years before regaining consciousness. His mind could understand that he was dead, but his ghost body did not know that he was dead.

Can it still be like this?
It is quite common for ghosts to wander around and not know that they are dead. Almost every grassroots branch of the Lieyang Department encounters such cases every year.

There may be as few as a few and as many as dozens of cases.

Some people die in accidents which are too sudden, and some people are unconscious when they die. In this case, if they can turn into ghosts, there is a chance that they don't even know they are dead.

If a person does not know that he is dead, and if he has important things to do during his lifetime or has not finished something in which he has put a lot of energy, he will basically continue to do them.

There was a case in a snowy town in Northeast China before. There was a writer who didn’t know he was dead. After waking up every night, he continued to update every day.

Three months later, when the weather warmed up and the ice and snow melted, the yard was covered with heavy snow. The frozen body began to be exposed and was discovered.

The local people of the Lieyang tribe thought that this ghost had a simple obsession. He had not even left the house for three months, so they did not tell him. After he had finished his work, they took him to see his own body. Only then did they realize that he was dead and disappeared.

It is normal for a person's soul and body to be separated from time to time, but this time the ghost's consciousness and ghost body are also separated. This is the first time I have seen it.

Judging from the hints, this guy is indeed quite abnormal. I wonder what else he is hiding.

Wen Yan looked at the other one, the white bones covered with painted skin, which looked like a demon, but the aura on the bones was obviously more like a ghost.

"The Bones of the Countryside."

"They are a kind of yin creature from the Bone Village. They can be classified as ghosts with bones in their bodies, not demons.

I like the shade of the environment and the sun of people coming.

Therefore, the villagers of Baigu Village have always liked to open taverns and inns in remote and shady places.

She seems charming and smart, but in fact, she is stubborn when it comes to emotional matters and obsessions.

Most of these outliers don’t end well.”

"I have two different bone scrapers. Which one do you like?"

"Temporary ability: none."

Wen Yan was not in a hurry to go over, nor was he worried that the other party would be able to obtain the Black and White Evil Pearl.

Even if there were no Grandpa Wang and the nameless tablet to help suppress the Black and White Evil Bead, in theory the Black and White Evil Bead was actually just a delicate stage between the death of the Black and White Evils and the release of their professions.

Strictly speaking, those two professions have never been released into the world.

These two guys are using some weird ritual to guide us here, but it only leads to loneliness.

He took out his cell phone and searched for Baigu Township. Sure enough, there were records about it in the Lieyang Tribe, and there were quite a few records, from ancient times to the present.

Baigu Township is not the name of a certain place, but a general term for a certain kind of alien species. Basically, they are all alien species that are ghosts in nature but have bodies made of bones.

This kind of alien species likes to open inns in remote places. The earliest clear written record was 1,400 years ago, in today's Xiyu County.

A villager from the Baigu Village opened an inn on the trade road to welcome passing guests.

The border of the Shenzhou Dynasty had not been refreshed that year. The inn opened by the people of Baigu Village was in an excellent location. There was no one within a hundred miles. Even people from Shenzhou had to stop there to rest and replenish supplies such as fresh water when passing by.

This is the earliest, verifiable and clear official record.

After a brief search, Wen Yan found the Bai Gu villager in front of him, and he was indeed registered in the Lie Yang Tribe.

The other party opened a homestay in a valley in the eastern part of Guanzhong County, which was widely praised by tourists. She was very good at making pastries, cold dishes and steamed dishes. If the chef was not there, she would never cook. She was very casual in doing business, and sometimes when she was happy, she would give a 30% or 50% discount.

People from the Lieyang tribe would occasionally pass by there and buy some cold dishes from her to take back.

Even her painted skins are registered with the Lieyang Tribe and are among the few that can be legally owned.

These people basically belong to the minority who are doing relatively well, with legal bank deposits of three to four million.

Wen Yan couldn't help but wonder, why did she get involved in these things when she had nothing better to do?
Wen Yan looked around and asked Tong Si to look around. There was nothing unusual around, so Wen Yan asked Feng Wei and Tong Si to go back first. He took a step forward and walked dozens of meters in the mountain until he appeared at the door of the small earth temple.

Wen Yan suddenly appeared, and the old ghost and the proprietress who were presiding over the ceremony inside all changed their expressions.

Lao Gui never expected that Wen Yan would suddenly appear here.

There was a flame burning on Wen Yan's left shoulder, and his whole temperament was completely different from the rumors. There was a sense of wildness and vastness, without any gentleness at all. He even felt that Wen Yan could tear him apart alive with a smile on his face at this moment, and might not even feel that he was killing.

"What are you waiting for?" The old ghost reacted very quickly. The moment he saw Wen Yan, he immediately let out a low growl.

The next moment, the proprietress raised her head and murmured something in a low voice.

There seemed to be stars twinkling in her eyes, and her tenderness was like water. Everything around her began to change like rippling water.

In a flash, Wen Yan seemed to be standing on the street. People were coming and going on the street, and he could smell the aroma coming from the wife cake and meat sandwich stall. He seemed to hear someone calling out his name from the left side behind him with a bit of surprise and confusion.

Wen Yan turned his head and looked back, only to see the girl who, when he was young, would hold a palm-sized cake, stand at the door of his classroom, and shout his name, waving her arms and looking at him with surprise.

Wen Yan took a look and sighed, recalling the beautiful memories of his youth.

The flame burning on his left shoulder seemed to be suppressed a little as he turned his head.

Two streams of hot air spurted out of his nostrils and sank into the flames. With the help of the scorching sun, the red flame with a hint of blood instantly turned deep red.

Wen Yan could feel that this was an illusion, but when he heard the voice, he still wanted to take a look.

At the same time, countless lip prints that almost no one could see appeared on his face in an instant.

The proprietress, who had already turned around and was about to run away, only heard a burst of screams.

"Bitch!"

The next moment, she felt as if she was hit by a dozen big slaps. Her body swayed and she flew backwards. Her skin was directly beaten out, and there were a lot of clearly visible slap marks on her skull. Her consciousness was a little dazed.

When had she seen such things before? If she hadn't just wanted to delay time and it had no lethality at all, it would have been more than just a slap in the face.

She seemed to see that there were a lot of women who had not yet lined up, and they were rolling up their sleeves, ready to deal with her.

Wen Yan turned around and sighed. It was a pity that all the records of his youth had been erased. Probably no one he had met when he was young could remember him.

He looked at the proprietress whose painted skin had fallen to the ground and shook his head.

"Why are you doing this? I can't control these powers, and you take the initiative to come up to me and ask for a beating. It's not my fault.

As for me, I think your previous actions are pretty good, so I'm giving you a suggestion: don't run away, just stand aside and wait."

If the proprietress had dared to do it herself, Wen Yan would have definitely killed her.

Now, Wen Yan pointed to the corner and asked the proprietress to squat there.

The proprietress was terrified and said, "Is this no progress?"

Even if someone has made no progress himself, he still has many helpers.

Up to now, Wen Yan has never done it himself.

The flame burning on his left shoulder had turned into half of a shoulder armor. Above the shoulder spike, the flame burned and turned into chains of fire, swirling out and wrapping the inside of the small temple.

Inside the small temple, the old ghost who was presiding over the ceremony had a gloomy face. He sneered and cut his arm. Black blood oozed out of his arm and sank into the ceremony. The yin and resentment that were rolling here immediately transformed into rolling evil spirits.

The boiling evil spirit constantly collided with the flaming chain extending from Wen Yan's left shoulder, making a sizzling sound.

Inside the roiling evil spirit, the old ghost stretched out his hand, formed a thunder seal, and chanted a strange spell. On the back of his hand, a talisman symbol slowly emerged.

"The nine lands of Yin thunder, attract evil and bring down plague, thunder strikes the masculine, protects ghosts and gods, gather your mind to attract thunder, and guard my principles."

The flaming chains kept shuttling back and forth in the evil spirit, but the old ghost who was in it kept hiding inside with his hands in seals. It seemed that his body was motionless, but his body was changing positions rapidly, avoiding the hot chains.

As the evil spirit here became more and more intense, negative energy gathered outside the small temple, and negative energy was emanating from countless graves in the surrounding mountains.

There were also some ghosts floating out of the tomb, their negative energy was drawn away, and all the strength gathered in the small temple.

In the swirling black evil spirit, the two old ghosts who had been fighting non-stop have stopped. One of them has black eyes, and the other has pale eyes. They stand in the boiling evil spirit like two giant zombies.

When they were hit by the fire chains, the injuries on their bodies would recover instantly.

Wen Yan's face was as gloomy as water. He raised his hand, and Huibu grasped the Chunjun mace and it fell into his hand.

He wanted to capture him alive.

Because he suddenly felt the power of the Taoist talisman.

A ghost actually carries a Taoist scroll. Is this what the ghost wants to hide? Using this thing means he wants to silence people, right?
No wonder he was so confident. As a ghost, he dared to be so calm in front of him and even planned to fight back.

Wen Yan held the Chunjun Mace in his hand and took a deep breath. When the Yang energy in his body was about to burst out, he paused slightly and smelled the scent of incense again.

He felt that there seemed to be a crack in the center of the evil spirit, which was slowly opening.

Now Wen Yan understood. This old ghost also knew that the probability of killing him by force was not high, so he planned to abandon this ceremony, open a gap, and exile Wen Yan.

Everything around me seemed to be spinning, and everything I saw and felt was distorted by an invisible force.

The next moment, Wen Yan felt a hand fall on his right shoulder.

It was not those two old ghosts, nor was it an old spirit, but an old lady with kind eyes and a kind air.

The moment the old lady's hand fell on his shoulder, the dizziness around him disappeared.

A foot in front of him, there was a murderous aura like black smoke swirling. The old lady in a brown Tang suit looked at Wen Yan with a kind face.

"I'm sorry, young man.

I'm old and I can't remember you.

All I can feel is that you carried the coffin for me, and you didn’t even charge me for it.”

As the old lady loosened her hand, a red mark appeared on Wen Yan's right shoulder, as if it was caused by carrying a heavy object.

Wen Yan didn't know the old lady. When he went to funerals before, he basically never met the client in person...

How would he know who this old lady was? Although there were not many times when he did not collect money, it still happened.

Every year, the team leader will do some work and only charge a few dollars as a token of his appreciation. After collecting the money, it is put in a box and kept at the bottom of the drawer.

The same goes for the opera troupe. There are charity performances every year, which are free and all expenses are paid by the performers themselves.

"I was woken up and found that it was people from our village who were making trouble. I'm really sorry. I will take them away now."

The kind-looking old lady seemed to feel quite guilty. She immersed herself in the evil spirit, and the scent of incense around her smoothly drove away the evil spirit.

Wen Yan scratched his head outside. What was going on?
The old lady entered the boiling evil spirit and came in front of the two old ghosts. Her face darkened and she stretched out her hand and slapped the two old men twice in the face.

After two slaps, the two old ghosts who had turned into ferocious ghosts immediately woke up and their eyes became clear.

When they saw the old lady, they both shrank their necks.

"Aunt."

"Auntie."

The old lady glared at the two old men with a sullen face.

"You have grown up. You didn't make any progress when you were alive, and you were not at peace when you died. You are not at peace even after you die. Now you have learned how to harm others.

Would you be happy only if all the descendants of our family were harmed by you?
Our family has fallen to such an extent. While you two are still alive, we can still produce a college student who studies national defense.

In all these years since you died, not even a single book has been published. Are you happy?

A person who burns paper and incense for you is gone, are you happy?"

The two old men were scolded like grandsons, but they didn't dare to resist at all and just lowered their heads to accept the scolding.

The old lady was of a senior generation and very old. When one of the children, Lao Deng, was a child, he had no milk to drink and no food to eat at home. When the old lady was young, she was kind-hearted and could not bear to see her relative's only child die, so she gave half of her own newborn baby's milk to him, and he survived.

Besides, the two old men have been scolded for decades since they were young. No matter how much they forget their roots, they can't argue here.

Back then, this family was able to settle down here and have food to eat, all thanks to the support of the old lady when she was young.

“Stop harming people here, this isn’t harming anyone else.

He was the person who carried the coffin for my old lady back then.

It is you who are also our people.”

The old lady turned and walked out. The two old men looked at each other dejectedly, and the hostility in their eyes disappeared.

They did not die without descendants, and in the end it was the old lady herself who turned into a good omen and made a fortune.

The two old men lowered their heads and followed obediently behind.

As they walked, the two old men suddenly moved and cooperated with each other tacitly, protecting the old lady on both sides and blocking the thunder in the rolling evil spirit.

The two old men, who had just calmed down, had red eyes in an instant.

The evil energy swirling around was instantly swallowed up by the bodies of the two old men.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, grabbed the old ghost's arms in a completely synchronized posture, and then pulled hard, and the old ghost's hands, which were formed into a hand seal, were forcibly torn apart, and his arms were forcibly torn off.

Faced with the backlash, Lao Gui's face became extremely ugly.

Everything today was different from what he expected.

The ceremony took a long time to prepare, but not long after it began, Wen Yan suddenly appeared from nowhere.

The proprietress, who was considered to be quite capable in combat, didn't even dare to draw her knife.

They temporarily decided to change the ritual and were about to exile the troublesome guy Wen Yan, but then an old lady smelling of incense appeared out of nowhere and made the two ritual materials regain consciousness, causing them to backfire on the spot.

He knew that there would be no peaceful ending today. He couldn't let Wen Yan catch him alive, and he couldn't let Wen Yan know what the Taoist talisman in his hand was.

Facing the extremely tacit fight between the two old Dengs, he knew best what the two old Dengs were like now.

In addition, Wen Yan, who had not had time to take action throughout the whole process, was still standing next to him. Lao Gui decisively gave up resisting. He didn't want to be caught alive, nor did he want Wen Yan to notice anything.

In a flash, his body was torn into pieces by the two old men and fell into the small temple in pieces.

Before Wen Yan could say anything, the old ghost was torn into pieces, his body dissipating in the wind.

The old ghost's head fell to the ground and he looked at Wen Yan with a mysterious look in his eyes.

"Idiot." Wen Yan sneered and cursed.

Before the old ghost could figure out what it meant, his brain had already dissipated.

The broken arm held by an old man also dissipated in the wind.

Wen Yan was quick-witted and quick-handed. He pinched the Taoist finger and pointed it into the air, tapping the broken arm. The broken arm, which was originally about to be reduced to ashes, was blessed by the scorching sun, and the speed of its reduction to ashes was slightly slowed down. At the same time, a trace of a Taoist talisman appeared on the back of his hand.

Wen Yan took out his cell phone and took a few high-definition photos of the back of the broken arm.

Before he could take a few more pictures, the broken arm turned into ashes and disappeared completely.

Old Deng, whose eyes were red, regained their clarity and followed the old lady like a quail.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." The old lady looked kind and bowed to apologize.

Wen Yan quickly supported the old lady.

"Please forgive me, I really don't recognize you. You should also know that I can't see you. Can you tell me your name?"

"My last name is Bian Chunhua. It's normal for a young man who has done many good deeds to not remember me, an old lady."

The old lady looked at the two old men behind her.

"Though these two of my people are not good people, they have never harmed anyone. Can I take them away?"

"I have to ask, my words don't count."

"It should, it should."

Wen Yan made a phone call and asked the general manager directly in front of him.

After listening to Wen Yan's explanation, the director checked the information and said after a moment of hesitation.

"According to the rules, if she has not harmed anyone and is being controlled by someone this time, there are no casualties, and the loss is not great, you can let her take it away. You can handle this matter."

"Ok, I see."

Wen Yan hung up the phone and told the old lady that she could take them away, but she had to make sure that the two old men would not harm anyone in the future.

"Don't worry, it won't happen again."

The old lady turned around, looked at the two old men and said.

"During the Qingming Festival this year, someone will place your tablets in the ancestral hall, and your descendants will come to burn incense and paper for you. If you are lucky, your great-grandchildren may also come."

When the two old men heard this, they knelt down excitedly and thanked the old lady.

After they kowtowed, the power of the two old men turned into a whirlwind, rushed into the sky, and dissipated between heaven and earth. Their figures gradually became transparent and disappeared completely.

"What's your name, young man? I can't remember your name."

"My name is Wen Yan."

"Wen Yan, okay, I'll remember that..."

As she spoke, the old lady's figure gradually disappeared.

Wen Yan sighed. This old lady was very honest. As soon as he agreed, she made the two old men disperse in front of him, completely eliminating any future trouble.

He took out his cell phone and took a look. There was a push message from Black Box.

The old lady named Bian Chunhua was the centenarian who helped carry the coffin when he was a teenager. In this village, there was only one centenarian like her in the past hundred years.

Here is relevant information. When the old lady was young, she fled with her entire clan. As a girl, she led her clansmen to fight bandits, kill soldiers, bandits and foreign enemies, and finally settled down in Guanzhong County.

Later, he led the tribesmen to reclaim wasteland and grow crops. He was basically a combination of a series of roles such as father, mother, clan leader, and village chief. When he was in his seventies, he could still carry two baskets of coal on a shoulder pole. His prestige and seniority in this village were considered to be full.

When he passed away in the end, he was considered a good omen for the village and is still worshipped today.

Wen Yan put away his phone and handed the Chunjun Mace back to Huibu. He really wanted to come over and fight, but no one gave him the chance.

However, when he saw the old ghost disappearing in the end and thought about those talismans, Wen Yan felt that this matter could not be let go like this.

(End of this chapter)