I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 633: A Deathly Occupation, Long-Planned

Wen Yan didn’t know the anchor point of the old dream, or who the real owner was, nor did he know what type of old dream it was.

Naturally, he didn't know that the small village under his feet, which was about to be completely destroyed, was the starting point of the rotten-faced zombie.

When Wen Yan saw Wei Jing, he naturally followed Wei Jing. The current Wei Jing was obviously much more cheerful than the Wei Jing in the real world.

In the present world, Wei Jing is a humble, calm and peaceful person, but he always gives Wen Yan a feeling that he is as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

But Wei Jing in the old dream seemed to still have his spirit and ambition still intact, and he was a completely different person.

If it was outside, Wen Yan would not ask, but since he saw it in his old dream, he naturally wanted to follow and see what would happen next.

This period of time is quite chaotic, and it will be even more chaotic later.

Maybe something happened later that had an impact on Wei Jing.

The final dharma-ending period will completely arrive within the next fifty years.

The time now is almost the reverse spiritual energy recovery stage.

According to Wen Yan's experience in his old dream, if it were during the Xian Qin period, the locust monster Qingtou Lang would definitely be at least two or three levels stronger than what he is showing now.

Wen Yan was a little worried at first, but he didn't expect that the young man couldn't even withstand a blow from his mace.

If we count the stages, the current version may not be much different from the current version in the world.

Wen Yan followed Wei Jing all the way, constantly asking Wei Jing about what happened during this period of time.

But after walking out for half a day, Wen Yan suddenly realized something was wrong.

The wilderness ahead seemed to be normal, but in Wen Yan's perception, as he continued to move forward, the front was like a map that had not yet been loaded.

He closed his eyes and sensed that the direction to leave this old dream and go home was indeed to move forward.

He didn't say anything, just looked at Wei Jing, and then disappeared as he walked.

He was completely certain that the real owner of this old dream was indeed not Wei Jing.

According to previous experience, if he takes the normal path, even if he cannot be sure who the real owner is, he will definitely meet the real owner in his old dream.

And here he only met two living creatures.

One was the guy who was pulled back from the brink of life and death by Wei Jing, but later died of poisoning.

One is Qingtoulang.

This old dream was not too big, and along the way, I didn’t see any other living people.

The real culprit could only be one of these two.

He turned and walked back.

It took half a day to get back to the small village.

Qingtoulang's body had been blown away before.

He took out a shovel and dug up the patient's flat grave. He dug ten feet deep into the ground before he found the body.

Wen Yan brought the body out of the pit. Looking at the body, he found that the skin was blue, some flesh on one cheek had disappeared, and there were obvious signs of decay at the edge.

But apart from this, there was no sign of decay anywhere else, and the corpse was extremely stiff, completely different from an ordinary corpse.

Even without using what he learned in the funeral home, Wen Yan could feel that the guy in front of him was about to rise from the dead.

In his opinion, the corpse would rise on the third day.

While waiting, Wen Yan took a look around again and continued walking along the original route. Sure enough, he reached the end not long after walking.

This old dream is indeed not big.

He waited until midnight on the third day, and while lying on a tree trunk to rest, he felt movement below.

Thick yin energy overflowed from the dug hole, and a large amount of settled death energy also overflowed and continuously poured into the corpse.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Yan saw green spots of light like fireflies emerging from the surrounding ground, flowing into the body through the gap in the cheek.

Wen Yan watched this scene, stood up and tried to grab some green light, but the green light passed through his palm.

Wen Yan thought about it, transformed a little bit of soul power, covered it on his palm, and when he tried to grab again, he grabbed a little.

After catching the green light that looked like a firefly, I looked carefully and saw the shadow of a locust in the green light.

Wen Yan was a little surprised, but more of a sudden realization.

The corpse in front of him is the real owner, but similarly, Qingtoulang is also the real owner.

He killed Qingtoulang's body with one blow, but as a guy who had reached a high level and even had a professional name, it was not so easy for him to die completely.

Wen Yan let go of the green light and continued to sit on the tree waiting.

Then he began to think, what would the normal process of this dream be like if he hadn't interfered?
Wei Jing should still arrive at this small village, find a patient who is unable to escape, is infected with the disease and is about to die, and save the patient.

But what happened next?
How did Wei Jing and the patient respond when they met Qingtou Lang?
There is no necessary connection between immortals and combat effectiveness, especially for immortals who can still maintain their human bodies and humanity. If they have not turned evil, they basically have to find other ways to seek combat effectiveness.

Wen Yan was full of curiosity about this.

Seeing that it was still going on, he pulled out his phone and took some pictures for the archive.

Especially for the surrounding environment, I took a lot of photos.

He didn't know much about Feng Shui, so he didn't know if this place could be considered a natural place to keep corpses. However, it was normal for negative energy to overflow from the tomb, but it was obviously abnormal for so much dead energy to overflow.

Go back and find someone to check.

After waiting for more than an hour, the corpse finally moved, and crawled up from the ground in an extremely stiff posture.

After the zombie got up, he began to roar. He stretched out his hand and scratched his face. The aura on his body was also rising rapidly.

Wen Yan sensed quietly, using the big zombie in the zombie cave of Fuyu Mountain as a reference. The opponent's aura soared all the way to the corpse-lying stage before it stopped.

Then, the zombie slowly turned its head and looked at Wen Yan who was sitting on a tree branch watching the fun.

Wen Yan stared at the other person, and when he saw the other person's movements pause slightly, he immediately felt a little strange.

Then he thought about it, took out his mobile phone, pointed it at the zombie, and pressed the photo button. The moment he saw the zombie raised his arms and covered his face.

It's not protecting the face and chest, it's just covering the face.

Wen Yan now knew what that strange feeling was.

This guy knows cell phones.

In other words, this guy knew him.

He jumped down from the tree and walked towards the zombies.

“Don’t block it, and don’t pretend.

Since you recognized me, it means that you are not a projection in the old dream, at least your consciousness and memory are not.

So shall we fight first?
Or should we just skip the process and chat directly? "

Wen Yan lit a cigarette, threw it to the other person, and lit one for himself.

The rotten-faced zombie reached out to catch the cigarette, but Wen Yan was very particular and didn't light it in his mouth.

He remained silent. He never expected to see Wen Yan here.

Now he understood why Wen Yan was so willing to lend him the black stone. It turned out that he had made arrangements in advance using some unknown method.

It's ridiculous that guy. I don't know how much effort he put in and how many lies he made up, but he finally found a very legitimate excuse and borrowed the black stone.

In addition, he had made various preparations, which allowed him to do what he wanted to do smoothly, under the eyes of the Lieyang Tribe, and get the people of the Lieyang Tribe to help him do what he wanted to do.

Before, that guy was quite arrogant and tried his best to show off his arrangements, and how he could use the Lieyang Tribe to accomplish things that were impossible under normal circumstances.

It’s funny that guy probably doesn’t know at all that Wen Yan has already sat on the Diaoyutai, sitting at the end, lighting a cigarette, and watching their performance quietly.

I've told them long ago that they can underestimate the strength of the people in the Lieyang Tribe. Compared with the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, they are indeed not as skilled as the masters, but don't underestimate the brains of some of the guys in the Lieyang Tribe. What should he do now?
Expect him to kill Tuoba Wushen in his old dream?
Even if you are drinking to the point of alcohol poisoning, you wouldn’t dare to be so crazy.

What are you fighting for?

Even if he quits now, Wen Yan will definitely know where his real body is.

Suppressed by the black stone, his body was sent to the super crematorium developed by the Fiery Sun Tribe and burned to ashes, and he couldn't wake up.

"Don't be silent, let's chat casually, for example, what's going on with this old dream? What is your consciousness doing here?"

"I want to make up for my deficiencies and complete my advancement."

“Don’t be nervous. People outside have some misunderstandings about me. I never bear grudges and rarely beat people of different species to death.

Even if a mistake is made, I always let the Lieyang Tribe handle it themselves.

Those who deserve to be killed will be killed, and those who deserve to be sent to the repression detention center will be sent there for labor reform.

I really don't like to be in charge, I'm almost busy to death.

There are so many misunderstandings about me outside.

My biggest hobby is helping others, and I especially like to find something useful to do for people of different backgrounds.

If you have never committed a crime, have never eaten anyone, and are qualified in all aspects, I can introduce you to a job or a place to go.

If you are qualified in all aspects, I will introduce you to Fuyu Mountain, no problem."

Wen Yan kept talking, his face was stiff and he looked dumbfounded. He looked at Wen Yan stupidly, his worldview almost collapsed.

Seeing that the other party didn't say anything, Wen Yan changed the subject.

"Tell me in detail how to advance?"

"I want to be promoted to a flying zombie." The big zombie with a rotten face expressed his wish, and he reached out and touched his face.

"I don't know what happened, but one day when I woke up and crawled out from underground, I was already like this.

Later, when the Dharma Ending Age came, I found a place and fell into a deep sleep.

After waking up, he had a fight with a warrior and fled to the grassland country, where he stayed.

But after staying there for ten years, I discovered that the power of the locust demon had revived in my body.

Later, I met another person who helped me get a lot of information, and then I understood why.

The deteriorating environment of the grassland country has invisibly created the environment and power needed for the locust monster to revive and advance.

As a zombie and also possessing the power of a locust demon, it is impossible for me to be promoted.

Unless one day, one of them is given up, the other one will have a chance to be promoted. "

After hearing this, Wen Yan understood.

"You want to give up the zombie power?"

"No, I want to give up the power of the locust monster."

"Ok?"

“Even if the power of the locust monster has the opportunity to be promoted to a god.

But I heard about a guy who wanted to become a god in the island nation.

Unfortunately, he died just after being promoted.

I also know that if I choose the power of the locust monster.

The moment I become a god, that will be the moment of my death.

I never wanted this power.

Be it the Shenzhou Lieyang Tribe, the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, or everyone.

It is impossible to allow a locust demon to be promoted to a god."

Rotten-faced Big Zhuang was a farmer before his death. He fell ill and gave all his belongings to his wife and children so that they could escape. He himself was seriously ill and waited to die at home.

As a native of China, even if I turned into a zombie, I would know it clearly.

Aliens may not necessarily die, aliens who do evil may not necessarily die, and those who commit murder and arson may not necessarily die 100%, but if there is a locust monster now and it causes a locust plague, he is 100% dead.

Destroying the fields of a city is at least the highest priority for the corresponding land of a county.

If half the fields of a county were to be destroyed, the old Taoist priest would do it himself.

Nothing can attract hatred faster than the locust monster.

Not to mention what he personally thinks, this profession itself is doomed to a dead end.

"Is this the method you are thinking of? Use the power of old dreams to abandon it?"

"Yes, the power of the locust monster is enough to be reflected here. He himself is not far from becoming a god."

"Then how did the locust monster die?"

"I don't remember..." The rotten-faced man shook his head.

"Are you interested in doing what I say? I'll help you solve it, and you can change your way of life."

"Your mindset is too narrow. Let's talk about it when we meet later."

Wen Yan felt that the time for this old dream was almost up.

He turned around and left quickly, and when he reached the end of the old dream, he plunged directly into the non-existent map.

Not long after walking, I entered my aunt's old dream.

Looking at the sandstorm in the distance, which was approaching rapidly and was even stronger than before, Wen Yan grinned.

He rummaged through his bag and pulled out some photos.

Stepping into the sandstorm.

He had prepared this photo for a long time, just waiting to go back to his aunt's old dream and show it to her.

It doesn’t matter whether it can be preserved or not. It’s always good to let my aunt see what the little zombie looks like now.

When he saw his aunt's figure, the feeling of oppression was indeed stronger than before, and he waved the photo.

"Aunt, I brought you some new photos, please keep them."

Entering the sandstorm, several photos were blown away by the strong wind.

Wen Yan took a step forward and disappeared in the sandstorm.

And those photos, blown by the wind, seemed to have eyes and flew into my aunt's hands.

My aunt picked up the photos, one of which was a photo of a little zombie gnawing on a tomato with its teeth bared.

One photo shows the little zombie hugging Wen Yan’s neck, smiling with his zombie teeth showing, and Wen Yan also grinning beside him.

There is also a family photo, in which the little zombie is smiling the happiest.

The last one was a picture of the little zombie sitting upright at the desk with a confused look on his face, while Wen Yan was holding a book, but no one knew what he was saying.

Among the photos, except for one solo photo, Wen Yan appeared in all the others.

This was a photo carefully selected by Wen Yan. How could he miss the opportunity to show off in front of his aunt?

There were several photos floating around, and there seemed to be a hint of difference in my aunt's hollow eyes.

Especially I spent a long time looking at the photo of the little zombie reading and studying.

Just as Wen Yan thought, my aunt liked this one the best.

(End of this chapter)