I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 603: Kill Again, His Words Are Good (5k)

Wen Yan lowered his head, looking at the black rope in the small box. The Taoist priest who was standing in front of him in the Sancai position looked at each other as if facing a great enemy. They didn't understand why this happened. It just started, and it was gone?
After a few seconds of silence, a Taoist priest bowed with one hand and addressed everyone in a much more polite manner.

"Fellow Daoist Wen is indeed the most suitable person. From now on, this item belongs to you, fellow Daoist Wen."

In order to suppress this thing that would become stronger and stronger with the recovery of spiritual energy, the Tianshi Mansion spent a lot of effort. After it was suppressed, the old Tianshi had to suppress it personally every day for ten days.

In other words, the old master had been sitting on the ceiling and became stronger along with the progress of the spiritual energy recovery, and finally he completely suppressed this thing.

This thing is one of the very few things that cannot be destroyed with the current level of technology.

The power and resentment above do not come from just one person. Those powers are inexhaustible. A special cremation device was once specially built. The temperature of thousands of degrees only stimulates the power emerging from the rope to become stronger and stronger.

According to what was said at the time, those forces would form an insulating layer on the surface of the rope, and the temperature of several thousand degrees would only rapidly consume the force in the rope but would not destroy the rope at all.

At that time, they tried to throw it into a place like magma, hoping to destroy it by long-term wear and tear, but in the end, the long-term accumulation of power almost caused a volcanic eruption.

If it must be destroyed, it will definitely cause a series of chain reactions.

Finally, they chose the most difficult suppression seal. It was at that time that Prince Zhu, who had no name, no surname, and no record, was confirmed to be Prince Zhu in a way that was completely beyond doubt.

Even now, no one knows what Prince Zhu’s full name is or which generation he belongs to, but no one questions whether Prince Zhu is really Prince Zhu.

Now these Taoist priests were watching this scene with their own eyes and they couldn't help but feel a little confused. If Wen Yan wasn't a living person, they would have wondered if Wen Yan was Lao Zhu's grandson, and the kind of grandson with a lot of titles.

Wen Yan politely returned the greeting without explaining.

He was now thinking that after returning, he would immediately burn incense to Old Zhu and kowtow to him twice, as Old Zhu was really protective of him.

In corresponding matters, Lao Zhu protected him twice.

Of course, this matter is 100% professional. Whether from the legal point of view or from the bloodline, in every sense, Lao Zhu cannot be avoided.

He picked up the black rope, and indeed he could still feel the resentment, death, and dejection surging in the black rope, and his charm was restrained.

In terms of quantity alone, the power inside is extremely terrifying and difficult to measure.

This rope not only represents the demise of Wu Ming, but also represents the demise of the last Han Dynasty in China. It is difficult to find something with such a clear symbolic meaning.

When Wen Yan looked at the words on the box again, he felt that they were very familiar. From the strokes to the rhythm, they were very similar to some things he had seen from Prince Zhu, some things written by Prince Zhu himself.

If nothing unexpected happens, Prince Zhu was involved in the making of the box that sealed the rope.

It is indeed possible to suppress it by force with other forces, but the effect is not as good as the tablets of the ancestors of the Zhu family. If those forces can be made to behave themselves, the control difficulty will be several orders of magnitude lower, and the risk will also be several orders of magnitude lower.

Wen Yan put it back into the box and put the box away.

After putting away the altar and walking out of the room, one of the Taoist priests, whom Wen Yan had met twice before, came up to him with a smile.

"I suddenly received a mission from the old Taoist priest, and I was a little worried about who it was. I didn't expect it was you. I worried for nothing."

"Master, thank you for your praise. It's just a coincidence, and I just happened to have accumulated enough merits, so I meet the requirements." Wen Yan laughed. This thing can't be explained.

I have seen this Taoist priest before when he was fighting a tiger. His bones are very hard and he was able to withstand the tiger's attacks without being afraid.

The Taoist priest smiled and did not continue to ask questions. The exchange had indeed always been there, but no one took it seriously.

Those who are qualified to know the inside story and can accumulate enough merits will definitely not be crazy enough to exchange it.

And those who are not qualified to know the inside story will never be able to accumulate enough merits.

This was quite strange, but everyone tacitly agreed not to ask why. Everything was in accordance with the rules, and the old Taoist priest nodded.

The Taoist priest took Wen Yan's hand and began to ask him some questions about cultivators.

It’s not easy to meet Wen Yan once, I can’t let it go.

The old Taoist priests in the Tianshi Mansion have all started to follow the path of cultivators, so the Taoist priests below have no psychological pressure at all. They just have to see if they are suitable.

Wen Yan was being pulled aside, and had no choice but to share his little experience without any detailed operational experience.

This is actually the most valuable thing for these Taoist priests.

He also doesn't want to mislead people who could take this path themselves.

After getting the things, Wen Yan racked his brains to tell the Taoist priest of Tianshi Mansion about his real experience, the feeling which was difficult to express clearly in words. Only then did he have some free time.

He took out his cell phone and checked. The black box did not interrupt, which proved that there was nothing special.

Sure enough, the results of the surprise interrogation came out, and it turned out that the ordinary people this time were either local people from Decheng who owed gambling debts, or people who had committed crimes and had been hiding for twenty years after changing their appearance.

The people who contacted them would directly bring a bag of cash and ask them to do something, or they would hold cash in one hand and wait for reports in the other.

It is a little difficult to track down the person, but it should be possible to track him down later. However, it is a bit difficult to follow the clues.

One of the people who was in contact with the murderer found out that the murderer had already fled by boat on the coast of Nanwu County for several hours.

Wen Yan knew clearly that the authority of the Lieyang Department was greatly limited under normal circumstances, especially when it came to ordinary people. Ordinary people's cases had nothing to do with the Lieyang Department and the restrictions were very strict.

Temporary authority will only be granted when a case arises.

Wen Yan can’t find the little ghost to take revenge on, so is there any chance that he can’t find the big ghost?

He carried the suitcase and went home through the underworld. On the way, all the dead souls retreated, voluntarily gave up most of the road, and crowded on the side of the road.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I can't put this away. I'll burn some more incense for you later."

When he got home, he took a dozen incense sticks, lit them and stuck them at the intersection.

After it got dark, he sat on the steps in the yard and watched Pei Tugou, covered in blood, staggering out. He lit a cigarette for Pei Tugou first.

"Tell my brother something."

"You said."

"There was an ordinary gangster who came to our mother's place to cause trouble. Our mother accidentally killed him, and the two people who were there to help him were also arrested."

Wen Yan paid attention to Pei Tugou's expression. He thought Pei Tugou would be furious, but unexpectedly, Pei Tugou just grinned.

“How many hands did you use?”

Wen Yan recalled.

"It should be one hand, and the other hand is lighting a cigarette."

"That guy is so lucky, he can die so easily." Pei Tugou lit a cigarette and grinned. As he smiled, his expression became more ferocious: "How can this bastard have such good luck? Does he deserve to die in my mother's hands?"

Wen Yan sighed and came.

"Wen Yan, I remember you can summon spirits?"

"Yes, a little..."

"Look, this street lamp is quite empty. I'm not used to it lately."

"I'm not used to it either, so I brought you a special pendant this time."

Wen Yan picked up the white cloth that sealed the shikigami and placed it at his feet.

“This damn thing is a shikigami from the island country, it looks like a ghost, but it’s not a ghost.

Moreover, this guy has a very special ability. Even if he is reduced to ashes, he can still be resurrected at his resurrection point.

His soul and real name are both in the island country, so I will wait for you.

Let’s see if we can solve this problem once and for all.”

"First, bring over the bastard who dared to attack my mom."

Seeing that blood was dripping from Pei Tugou's clothes, and the speed of dripping was getting faster and faster, Wen Yan decisively took out his mobile phone and started looking up information.

The director asked him to calm Pei Tugou down, so of course he had to do it. Besides, he was not in any position to ask Pei Tugou to calm down.

After finding the information, Wen Yan stomped his feet and shouted in a deep voice.

The shadow of an altar appeared under his feet, white flags fluttered, and a golden light turned into a road, extending from the edge of the altar and disappearing into the air.

After seeing that the golden avenue had not been retracted for several seconds, Wen Yan frowned.

The next moment, Pei Tugou, whose body was already bleeding, stepped onto the golden avenue. He followed the golden avenue and disappeared in just three or two steps.

Wen Yan said nothing, he could only increase his strength, and the moment Pei Tugou stepped on it, his pressure began to double. He knew that it was Pei Tugou who came by himself, and it was normal that Pei Tugou, the original body, did not come. Under normal circumstances, it was difficult for the complete body to appear.

At the same time, in a small temple in the mountains of Luoyue County, a man was sitting on a cushion. On the altar in front of him were several urns. On each urn was a person's name written and a corresponding photo was attached.

The photo on one of the urns was of the guy who was crushed to death by the old lady.

On the altar, there was only an unknown statue with its back facing the outside.

Suddenly, the man frowned, looked at one of the urns that was shaking continuously, and began to perform a ritual to continue applying pressure and seal.

He didn't care much about it before. They were just a few ordinary people, and he had chosen a destination for them in advance. As long as they died, their souls would be drawn here.

When the time comes, he will dispose of these urns, and everything will disappear without a trace.

No matter how persistent you are, you can't bring back a frightened guy.

Only one person died, so he didn't really care. He was going to wait until all of them were dead before dealing with them all together.

Who would have thought that just after one person died, some powerful force would intervene and forcibly summon the soul.

This kind of power is simply not something that ordinary ghosts can resist.

When he was continuing to apply the seal according to the predetermined steps, he saw a flash of golden light in front of him, and Pei Tugou, dressed in blood-stained clothes, appeared here stepping on the golden light.

After Pei Tugou appeared with two rows of white teeth showing, a blood rope suddenly broke the urn into pieces, and a dead soul was pulled by the blood rope and hung in the air.

"Okay, okay, it's good that there are people. I'm just worried that if there is no one, I don't know who to seek revenge on."

Pei Tugou grinned brightly, a blood rope had already wrapped around the man's neck. He was not in a hurry to kill the man, but tried to bring the living person back with him.

Unfortunately, after trying several times, they found that there was a flesh body and they could not force their way through, so they could only hang it on the beam of the small temple.

Then he stood there and thought for a while, walked out of the temple gate, looked at the surrounding environment, looked at the plaque of the small temple, and the stars in the sky to confirm the approximate location.

He held the blood rope, followed the path where the other ghost was summoned, walked along the golden road again, and returned to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan was somewhat surprised when he saw Pei Tugou appearing with two ghosts.

Of course, what surprised him was that there was only one extra soul.

The fact that the golden avenue can extend outward means that there are dead souls there, and if the souls cannot be summoned, there must be someone blocking it, or the dead souls are sealed.

When Pei Tugou steps onto the golden avenue, he will surely go on a killing spree.

The death of only one person only means that there is only one person on the opposite side.

Wen Yan didn't ask any more questions. When he saw the other ghost, he immediately took out the phone of the Lieyang tribe and verified the identity of the other party.

"That place might be in Nanwu County or Luoyue County. Anyway, it's probably in this area. There is a small temple called Xiao Tianwang Temple. It's okay if you can't find it. There is a body hanging from the beam. It should be easy to find."

Pei Tugou has now learned how to ask Wen Yan to follow the clues, take a closer look and give more information.

Wen Yan nodded and asked Black Box to start searching.

If we have a name, then it shouldn't be too difficult. If that doesn't work, we can just ask the Lieyang Department's field staff to send a drone to take a look and confirm it.

Wen Yan looked at the strange ghost with a blood rope around its neck.

"Hurry up and tell me. If you tell me, you will die quickly. Believe me, dying quickly is a relatively light punishment here. Who told you to do this?"

The strange ghost with his neck strangled was a little frightened, but he still gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Wen Yan nodded without forcing it.

"Hang it outside, don't hang it in the community. This kind of stuff is not worthy of being hung in our community. Just hang it on the north side, where there are fewer people."

Pei Tugou followed suit, holding the two bloody ropes, and walked out along the north wall of the community. Then he walked up to the street lamp that had been reinforced beyond the normal standards and hung the two ghosts on it.

Looking at the new pendant, Pei Tugou breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting used to it.

When he came back, he saw Wen Yan had already opened the white cloth and pulled out the Shikigami inside.

"And this one, it's quite rare in Shenzhou, let's hang it on the main road."

Wen Yan followed Pei Tugou and walked out of the community. The black box also gave information that more than a dozen suspected targets were found. Wen Yan took out his mobile phone and flipped through the pictures one by one, asking Pei Tugou to confirm which one it was.

After flipping through seven or eight cards, Pei Tugou nodded.

"this one."

"Row."

Wen Yan asked Black Box to send the message directly to the director of the Luoyue County branch and ask them to deal with it. This is the path to follow. Whether they can find anything depends on them.

"Brother, let me say one more thing. Just killing him will be useless. He will still recover in the island country."

"You forgot that what I hate most is to scare these ghosts away." Pei Tugou grinned and walked sideways towards the street lamp.

"..."

Wen Yan felt strange in his heart, as if there was nothing wrong with what he said.

The evil ghosts that had been hanged on street lamps before had not dissipated even after day and night, as if they had been solidified into pendants.

As the Shikigami was hung up and fell suddenly, the frantic Shikigami suddenly widened his eyes.

He kept struggling, but Pei Tugou just raised his hand and the blood rope suddenly became thicker.

The shikigami suddenly started flapping its wings frantically like a dying fish.

Pei Tugou's eyes began to show blood. He held the thick blood rope in his hand and began to increase his strength.

Wen Yan, standing under the street light, looked at the small box in his hand and thought, forget it, it’s not that necessary.

At the same time, in the Kansai region of the island country, in a temple facing a river and backed by mountains, candles were burning quietly. The soft light of lanterns illuminated the halls and the gods enshrined in the halls.

The statue of the deity enshrined in the guardian hall on the side suddenly trembled.

A monk sitting in front of the statue suddenly opened his eyes.

The monk stood up and looked at the statue in shock.

The statue trembled slightly and floated up slowly. No, it didn't float up, but it was as if a rope was put around its neck and it was pulled up by a huge force.

The rich aroma of incense here seemed to be boiling, constantly fighting against the sudden emergence of power.

As the confrontation continued, the monk vaguely saw a blood-colored rope around the neck of the statue, hanging it up.

The thick murderous intent suddenly exploded, and the monk was like a prey targeted by a ferocious beast. His body instinctively froze there, and he wanted to shout, but he was unable to do so.

He could only watch as the heavy statue was hoisted, its exterior began to break, pieces of it falling off its cheeks, and at first glance, the remaining part looked like an expression of painful struggle.

Ten seconds later, the statue collapsed and turned into a pile of rubble, revealing a bunch of strange things in the statue's belly, from hair to beast claws, some tiny bones, as well as scriptures, rosary beads and the like.

At this time, the monk suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, his body returned to normal, and he shouted while trembling.

"The statue is broken, something has happened to the shikigami-sama!"

After shouting, the monk rushed forward, picked up the scripture, unfolded it, and then saw that more than a dozen characters in the long scripture disappeared silently.

Those dozen characters are the real name of the shikigami.

It’s just that the real name was previously hidden in the scriptures, and no one except the controller of the Shikigami knew what the components of the real name were.

On the other side, when the Shikigami realized that their magical powers were unable to stop Pei Tugou's killing, he held the blood rope in both hands, stared at Wen Yan who was watching the excitement below, and roared in the language of his hometown.

"The Tengu King will avenge me, and the Changsheng King will also avenge me. You will struggle in the bloody hell. You have been remembered. You..."

Before he could finish his words, the shikigami's legs straightened, and the head that had been trying to glare downwards now turned into a raised head.

Pei Tugou loosened the bloody rope and walked down from the street lamp.

Wen Yan looked at the new street light pendant and muttered something to the phone.

"Black Box, did you hear that? What did he say just now? It is said that when a man is about to die, his words are good. Did he say something valuable?"

(End of this chapter)