I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 584: The pot can't be shaken off, test (5k)

Wen Yan came here specifically because he actually had some other ideas.

He wanted to compare the feeling of oppression he had felt when he flashed in the unit with the feeling he had in the Peach Blossom Spring.

But the flash has not been triggered yet. But this time when I entered the old ice storage, I had a different feeling.

After entering here, he could feel that the soul power in his body was slowly disappearing. That was the power naturally transformed from the sixth stone gate.

Moreover, the sixth stone gate turned gray after crossing the boundary of the old ice storage, as if it was disconnected.

The related powers and abilities seemed to be out of service. He could still feel the skeleton dog, but it was very slow.

The same goes for the Ghost Horse, whose perception is extremely slow, as if it is extremely far away, even farther than a world away.

Wen Yan knew before that there must be a power targeting souls in the old ice storage. The moment ghosts crossed the line, they would dissipate on the spot. Ordinary people with souls would die instantly if they entered here.

But now it seems that the particularity and scope of this place are far higher than expected.

This time, Wen Yan had a more obvious feeling. It was as if he had just crossed a line and left the real world. The coldness in the old ice storage was not only because the place itself was cold.

Wen Yan had been to the underworld, the netherworld, the dark island, the darkest corners of the wilderness, and old dreams. He could still distinguish that unique feeling that was completely different from the real world.

Of course, the biggest problem is not these, but Wen Yan's identity as the dark xx. After entering here, everything turned into an unrecallable gray.

This is a bit strange. Logically speaking, in a place like this, someone with this identity should be the most active.

After experiencing it personally, Wen Yan began to understand why the curator didn't want him to come to the unit.

One of the major possibilities is that the Yang energy in his body is too strong, which may lead to some unnecessary changes.

He continued to patrol the old ice storage, and only came out after confirming that there were no changes.

The moment he crossed the line, his steps paused slightly, as if he suddenly encountered a little obstacle, not serious, just like when he was walking on a flat road, the road surface suddenly turned into a steep slope, and the effort required suddenly increased.

He glanced back, seeing nothing, feeling nothing, the same feeling as before.

But this time, when I crossed the line, the feeling of leaving an old dream or the underworld was particularly strong.

He raised his head and looked forward, and saw himself in the mirror.

Looking out the window in the mirror, what he saw was not the normal dark environment, but a burning flame, a kind of faint blue flame that Wen Yan was very familiar with, hanging on the treetops and covering the buildings.

The flame burned quietly, the light was dim, but it was enough to illuminate the environment there. In the darkness, a large number of dead bodies that looked like insects filled the corners.

In the flames, an insect that looked like a headless cockroach, with blue flames burning all over its body, rushed into the mountains outside the funeral home and began to burn things there.

"Look again and you'll come in."

A voice came from a distance, and Wen Yan's attention was drawn back. He saw Old Wang, the previous generation's keeper of the old ice storage, saying something in the mirror, and the voice gradually weakened.

"Go quickly. No matter what happens, the only correct choice is not to stay in the unit."

In the end, he could only see Lao Wang's lip shapes and could no longer hear any sound.

Wen Yan bowed to express his gratitude and quickly left the old ice storage.

He walked out of the funeral home, and when he reached the middle of the yard, he blinked and the familiar flash appeared again.

This time, he felt it personally. He was right in his guess. The dark blue flame burning here was the soul power lost from his body, the soul fire transformed from his yang energy.

In the dark world, flames spread from the funeral home here, spreading indiscriminately in all directions.

After slightly illuminating the environment here, he saw the old building of the former Decheng Funeral Home. The buildings of previous generations that had been demolished were all here. He could also see the white wall with red words slogans that were very characteristic of the times on the wall in the distance.

"Promote cremation, save land and protect forests."

The flames were carried by something and continued to spread.

Then the mountains surrounding the Decheng Funeral Home on three sides were all set on fire. Shrill screams and some sharp squeaking sounds continued to ring out here.

The familiar feeling of oppression coming from those mountains is the same as always.

When Wen Yan wanted to see clearly what was on those mountains, he flashed again and returned to the normal world.

He felt a little regretful and quickly left the unit.

When I arrived at the entrance of the office and looked back, I saw an indescribable feeling of oppression in the office even in broad daylight. It seemed that the feeling of oppression was transmitted directly from the other side.

Wen Yan recalled carefully that the feeling of oppression here was obviously much stronger than what he felt in Peach Blossom Land before.

This feeling is a matter of level and has little to do with the distance at which you feel it.

He was sure that on the other side, there must be some particularly strange and powerful creature.

"Don't look at it, leave quickly. I've already told you to take a rest when you're fine. If you don't have enough leave, I'll approve more for you. Don't come to work if you have something to do..."

The curator pulled Wen Yan into the car. Before Wen Yan had even fastened his seat belt, the curator wanted to stand up and step on the accelerator into the engine.

They had walked only two hundred meters when the ground suddenly began to shake.

Wen Yan looked back immediately and saw that the area where Decheng Funeral Home was located under the broad daylight seemed to have suddenly entered a state of darkness. The sunlight that entered there turned into dim starlight.

A dark blue flame gushed out from under the ground. The surrounding mountains began to tremble. The flame continued to spew out and spread in all directions.

However, after spreading out for only a hundred meters, all the flames began to shrink rapidly and returned to the funeral home.

At the same time, some phantoms began to appear in the ice coffins in the old ice storage, on some of the corpses stored there, and on some of the strange objects stored there.

The symbols representing the special powers on the corpse, as well as the phantoms of strange objects, floated out of the ice coffin and disappeared into the depths of the old ice storage.

The magical powers of those strange objects all dissipated.

Some strange objects that were kept from collapsing only by special forces were immediately like ancient objects that had been buried underground for thousands of years and were suddenly dug out and exposed to air and water vapor.

They all oxidize and dissipate, weather and shatter, and their structures collapse in a very short period of time.

The changes came quickly and disappeared just as quickly.

There was no change in the old ice storage, not even the glass was broken, but the separate ice coffin room outside was half collapsed.

There were obvious cracks and signs of fire burns in some places on the office building in the front yard.

The curator stepped on the brakes, got out of the car, looked back, his eyes full of melancholy.

He fumbled around in the car, pulled out half a pack of cigarettes, and lit one.

"I knew it, I knew it..."

"..."

Wen Yan got out of the car and looked into the distance. He could still see the cardboard bricks on the outer wall of the office building falling down. After the ones in front fell, like dominoes, the entire wall of facade decoration fell off together.

Wen Yan opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He couldn't explain it clearly.

When I came here, they said something like rebuilding the building, but that was really nonsense.

But looking at the curator's expression, it was obvious that he was speaking from the heart. He was really worried that the building would collapse.

“There are no customers inside, right?”

"What do you say?"

Wen Yan stopped talking. When would their company run out of customers?
Some customers arrived the night before and first stayed in the individual ice coffin rooms in the yard.

Wen Yan now suddenly realized why none of those separate ice coffin rooms were built with bricks, but all of them were made of steel structures and lightweight sheds.

Even if those sheds collapsed, I’m afraid they wouldn’t be able to damage the ice coffin with a pure steel shell.

All important places in the unit are one-story bungalows. Except for the old ice storage, only the office in the front yard is a multi-story building.

The curator took the phone and made several skilled calls, requesting the road to be blocked, electricity, water, and the internet to be cut off, completely blocking the entire process.

Then ask relevant professionals to assess the damage.

After waiting for a few minutes, the curator calculated the time and breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Wen Yan didn't dare to speak, the curator comforted her with a few words.

"Don't worry too much, it's okay. The reaction this time is actually very small, not as bad as the previous ones. After five minutes, there will generally be no more reaction."

Wen Yan didn't dare to say anything else. This time it might really be related to him.

Twenty minutes later, when some cars drove over, the curator gave a few instructions and didn't bother with anything else.

He came to the car and motioned Wen Yan to get in.

"Do you want to know why?"

"Of course I want to know."

"Behind the line of the old ice storage, it's actually not the real world."

"I have a feeling." "When we first discovered it, we thought it was from some other place that it invaded the present world.

Later I found out that it wasn't the case, but that area was swapped with the same area on the other side.

The place in the present world appeared on the other side.

Later, after a long period of research, the people in the Lieyang Tribe confirmed that building a funeral home here was the most appropriate way to maintain it.

As to why, I don't know, it's confidential.

Over the past few decades, this situation has only occurred two or three times.

This maintenance approach has proven to be very appropriate.”

Seeing that Wen Yan didn't seem to understand, the curator explained.

“You can’t look at the past few decades with today’s eyes.

This time it was just a small scene, not even one tenth of the size of the last incident.

You should magnify this movement tenfold and put it into the context of the progress of the spiritual energy revival thirty years ago.

You will understand why the Lieyang Tribe is so cautious about this place and even dare not interfere under normal circumstances.

Our unit is not affiliated with the Lieyang Department at all, and we only have a cooperative relationship with the Lieyang Department."

When Wen Yan heard the curator say this, she understood.

If we follow the technological level of decades ago and the progress of spiritual energy recovery at that time.

The situation here is indeed completely unsolvable.

The biggest ambition of the Lieyang Tribe is probably to keep this place as it is.

The curator started the car and drove Wen Yan away from the unit.

When they got near home, Wen Yan asked another question.

"Director, why do I feel like you seem to relax all of a sudden?"

"You've been living in fear every day, with the knife hanging over your head just not falling. Now it's finally falling. What's there to worry about? Get out of here right now, and don't let me see you near the office recently."

"..."

Wen Yan didn't dare to say anything. In the past, he said that everything was blamed on him, which was too outrageous. It seemed that he was quite confident.

This time he really had no confidence. He watched with his own eyes as the power coming from him ignited a mountain fire.

There was quite a stir at Decheng Funeral Home. Even if the power, internet, water and roads were cut off, it would be impossible to hide the information.

When Wen Yan returned home, the news had already spread several times.

Luo Liang was hiding in the hotel. He took a shower and slept for a while, but he couldn't calm down. He took out his mobile phone and flipped through it, and found a previous message.

An affiliated hospital of a university in Yuzhou invited him to the hospital for exchanges. Of course, it would be great if he was willing to perform two teaching operations.

Luo Liang had not agreed before. After all, performing surgery here would mean pure physical exertion.

Now he urgently needs to undergo two operations to calm himself down. He replied that he could spare one day, but he didn't want to be too tired for fear of affecting his performance, so he could be arranged to perform a maximum of six operations.

As soon as Luo Liang replied, the other party replied immediately, saying that it could be arranged at any time, and it all depended on Luo Liang's time. They would arrange for someone to come and discuss the details with Luo Liang in person.

While he was taking a break, he received a spam advertisement message. After clicking on it, he saw the message inside.

"Liangqing."

Just a few seconds after he finished reading it, the link was completely scrapped.

"You're a jerk. My troubles have just begun!"

Not long after, the doorbell rang. Luo Liang was a little puzzled. When he opened the door, it turned out to be someone from the hospital who came to communicate.

After he had a normal communication with the other party, he felt that the hospital was too impatient. It was unacceptable for them to go to the hotel room to discuss matters.

Just when he was about to send the other person away, the man closed the folder, took out another folder and an ID, and let Luo Liang take a look.

"Hello, Dr. Luo. I am the secretary of Deputy Minister Feng of the Lieyang Department of Yuzhou. Next, we need to go through some procedures. I hope you will cooperate."

Luo Liang immediately sat up straight with a serious expression.

"Please speak. I will definitely cooperate with the organization."

“According to normal procedures, you should be sitting in the interrogation room now. If nothing unexpected happens, given your special situation, you will spend at least 30 years in the repression detention center.

However, the expert we hired, Mr. Wen Yanwen, made a special report to the director general and convinced him that a suspended sentence could be implemented.

If there are no major issues in the follow-up investigation, you can continue to maintain your current identity.

Every year, you need to follow normal procedures and make routine reports to the Lieyang Department. If you go abroad for exchange or study, you also need to report.

Apart from this, generally speaking, there are no other problems.

After approval, we have referred to Mr. Wen’s suggestion and will place you in a suppression detention center after you fall into a deep sleep, so that you can serve your normal sentence.

You know, rules are rules, and it's impossible to completely get away with it."

The visitor introduced himself in a serious manner, and Luo Liang was stunned.

In fact, he was prepared to be punished. After all, merits are merits and faults are faults.

His contribution to the anorectal department was not small, but it did not absolve him of the crime of attacking the escort vehicle of the Lieyang Tribe.

According to the rules, there would be no problem if he was shot dead on the spot, and Wen Yan didn't even need to write the report himself.

Only now did he realize that it was Wen Yan who was protecting him and had come up with a solution that at least seemed to have the best of both worlds.

But, this is more than just the best of both worlds, it's simply taking care of him.

When he fell into a deep sleep before, the thing he worried about most was actually being dug out halfway.

A person who has been buried for decades is neither decayed nor incorruptible, and has not yet turned into a corpse.

Being sliced ​​is a very normal thing.

When he woke up this time, he was almost sliced ​​into pieces.

The thing that took him the most energy was choosing a place to sleep.

Is there any place to sleep that is safer than a suppression detention center?

For him, this is the safest place, no other.

Luo Liang looked at the person coming from the Lieyang Tribe, speechless for a long time, and completely forgot how he usually treated people and things.

Only after the other person left did he come to his senses, as if he were dreaming.

On the other side, Taohua Villagers were also making routine reports to their boss.

"…That's the thing. We didn't get those two rare items."

"You did a great job. You don't have to worry about the rest."

"Boss, I think those two rare objects were definitely not destroyed in the explosion."

"Of course it can't be destroyed. I've got the latest news. He has already put the things in the Decheng Funeral Home. The rest is beyond your control. You don't need to interfere in this matter anymore."

"Okay, boss, there is one more thing. I recently have an opportunity to move to Decheng with an excuse. I was thinking, if I move there, will it be more convenient for me to do things?"

"Oh?"

"It's like this. Decheng has been constantly recruiting people recently. Companies and units have been recruiting people there. I got the news that two universities will set up branches there this year. I just happen to have an opportunity to go there as a family member."

"That's great, you can arrange it yourself."

After the conversation ended, Taohua Village sent a message to his wife.

"Didn't you mention before that there was a school recruiting people?"

"Yes, the treatment is good, but the place is a bit far."

"It's okay. I asked someone I know and he's pretty good. You can give it a try. I can also use your influence to try to get a job at a branch of a large company there."

Putting down his phone, the people of Taohua Village began to think about how he should contact Wen Yan.

Based on his understanding of his boss, his boss would not be so relaxed after a complete failure of an important thing.

I won't care, but I won't mention it twice and stop interfering, nor will I let him go to Decheng so easily.

(End of this chapter)