I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 756: Sword Tip, No Face
Wen Yan jumped up as soon as the tire burst, and picked up the young man. He looked around with sharp eyes, and the yang energy in his body spread out like a wave.

He wanted to see who was so bold as to cause trouble at the intersection. It was really a mockery!

Wen Yan sensed for a long while but sensed nothing.

Then the young man who was held tightly by Wen Yan coughed dryly, stretched out his hand and pointed at the electric bike in front of him.

"The tire was punctured, there shouldn't be anyone else."

Wen Yan looked down and saw a thin crack on the tire of the electric bike that had fallen to the ground.

Looking more closely, I saw a black object embedded in the cement road under my feet. Part of the object was exposed above the ground and was quite sharp. This must be the thing that punctured the tire.

Wen Yan frowned slightly. Although the road under his feet looked like a normal cement road, it was the road to the underworld.

It's not like there are really people driving concrete mixer trucks, bringing in truckloads of concrete to build the road here.

The things under your feet are not embedded in the concrete road, but directly in the underworld.

Wen Yan picked up the electric bike with one hand and held the young man tightly with the other hand, fearing that something might happen.

He ignored the things on the ground, went up the path first, returned to the real world, and sent the young man out of the community.

“I still have things to deal with on the ground, so I’ll leave you alone. You can handle it yourself.

If your electric car is damaged during a mission, you can directly report it as a total loss, and the reimbursement will be paid out together with this month's bonus. Remember to upload the purchase invoice on your mobile phone.

Of course, if there is no invoice, you can just post some proof of value.

The requirements for matters related to our mission are not that strict.

Even if it is reported as damaged, you are responsible for handling the electric vehicle yourself.”

The guy listened to the previous person and thought that it would be fine to just repair the tire, and it would be a shame to report it as a total damage.

But after hearing Wen Yan's last two sentences, he suddenly realized that Wen Yan was giving him instructions.

The value of an electric bike is not high, so you can report the damage in this way. After reporting the damage, if you want to repair the tire and continue riding it, that is your own business.

"This...isn't this not good?"

"Okay, that's it. I'm going to go do my work now. You can handle it yourself. Don't worry after you upload it. I'll sign it for you."

Wen Yan waved his hand and turned to leave.

The reimbursement during the Fiery Sun Tribe’s mission is indeed not that rigid.

For example, there is no rigid requirement for corresponding invoices.

For example, when doing field missions, you may trade some things with some ghosts, or buy some things or intelligence in the Rakshasa Ghost Market.

You can't really expect a ghost to issue an invoice, right?

While others are risking their lives on the front line, you are waiting for them to be reimbursed in the back. It is easy to get into trouble if you do this.

We still have to be flexible, and sometimes it’s just a matter of finding a name to provide benefits.

Moreover, this is actually the content of a serious subject in the Lieyang Department.

A large amount of data shows that in addition to normal wages, bonuses and other normal payments, just a little bit of extra income beyond the normal wages and bonuses will have a very obvious positive effect on the physical and mental health of field staff.

The mentality, mood and other things of the field workers can really directly affect their combat effectiveness.

For some outliers, if the mood and mentality of field work are good, it is equivalent to stacking armor.

Think about a protective vest for field workers. The pure hard cost is tens of thousands of dollars.

If it only costs a few thousand or eight hundred more to make the armor thicker, the Lieyang Tribe would certainly be happy to do so.

The young man was pushing the bike, looking very excited and in a very good mood. Of course he couldn't bear to throw away the electric scooter, so he found a place to repair the bike as usual.

"Boss, fix the tire."

"Your wound is a bit big. It may delay your work."

"Ah, how much is it?"

"About twenty."

"Okay, then you make it up."

The owner of the repair shop looked at the young man in surprise and asked why he didn't bargain today.

The young man happily took out his mobile phone and finished taking orders for today.

On the other side, Wen Yan returned to the crossroads of the underworld and looked at the black object stuck in the concrete floor. The part exposed above the ground was angular, black, and matte. It looked very new, without any rust at all.

It feels ordinary, like an ordinary stone on the roadside.

Things are embedded on the left side of the road. When Wen Yan usually passes by, he always walks on the right side, leaving the left side and the middle to the dead souls here.

Even when you come back, you actually walk on the right side, and the main intersection will appear on the right hand side.

This is the characteristic of the underworld.

I don’t know when this ghost thing appeared.

If he hadn't hitchhiked this time, the guy would have taken his own path, and when he went out, he would have merged into this main road. He probably wouldn't have discovered this thing.

Wen Yan took out a pair of pliers, clamped the black object and shook it a few times, then exerted force with his arms and pulled it out.

After pulling it out, he felt a sharp air coming towards him. Even though he was forty or fifty centimeters away, he felt a slight stinging pain on his cheek.

Now he knew how this thing pierced the underworld.

As he pulled it out, the sharp aura slowly dissipated.

Wen Yan returned to the ground holding the pliers. The moment the object was illuminated by the sunlight, the matte black surface silently faded and completely dissipated.

The color of its surface gradually turned into light gold, and when you look closely, you can feel a hint of silver.

Only at this time did Wen Yan understand what this thing was.

It looks like the tip of a sword, brand new, with some strange patterns on the surface, and order amid the chaos.

Wen Yan was watching as clouds floated across the sky, blocking out the moonlight. The tip of the sword in his hand turned back into that matte black color.

Wen Yan pondered for a moment, reached out his hand and touched it, but felt nothing. However, the familiar texture gave him a sense of familiarity.

If there were some rust, wouldn't these be those pieces of iron?

Why is there such a piece of iron in the underworld?
Considering that the tip of the sword was found on the edge of the Road to the Underworld, is it possible that the tip of the sword was included after the Road to the Underworld became wider?

After thinking about it, Wen Yan thought of the ordinary surveillance that had been installed at the intersection before.

He returned home, gathered all his belongings, turned on the surveillance computer, and let the black box take over.

He looked at the surveillance camera. This ordinary surveillance camera could not capture the dead soul, but only captured the scene of Wen Yan pulling out the sword on the side of the road.

He circled a spot on the surveillance camera.

"Check all the surveillance videos here, trace back from the end to the beginning, and check when the place I circled changed, and when did the thing I pulled out appear."

"Yes, sir. Please wait a moment."

Not long after, the computer fan began to whistle.

The limit of the black box is not the computing power, but the transmission speed of this computer. Seeing that there would be no results for a while, Wen Yan decided to check whether the sword tip was part of the pile of broken iron pieces.

He left home, headed north, and entered the mountains. He turned into a shadow and ran away at a high speed.

He placed a small lamp on the top of a mountain, put down the tip of his sword, retreated more than a hundred meters away, and took out the Death Knight mask.

He put on the mask and his whole demeanor changed instantly, but after waiting for several seconds, there was no reaction.

He was somewhat disappointed. He could see that the tip of the sword was very different. If it was part of the broken sword, it must be the most critical part.

When he was about to leave, a pale golden sword tip was placed on the top of a distant mountain. As the moonlight was once again obscured by the passing dark clouds, the sword tip turned black.

In an instant, the tip of the sword disappeared from its original place, and the small lamp that Wen Yan had prepared was instantly cut into two pieces.

On the other side, Wen Yan also saw the small light go out, and at the same time felt a great sense of crisis.

A particularly familiar sense of crisis.

As he decisively took off the mask, he tilted his head slightly and took the mask away.

There was a click sound, and a cut was made on the mask. On the bluestone more than two meters high behind him, the tip of the black sword had been completely embedded in the stone.

The next moment, there was a loud cracking sound, and the bluestone, which was more than two meters high and two meters thick, split directly in the middle and split into two halves.

The back half of the bluestone, with the jet-black tip of the sword, is embedded in it.

Wen Yan looked up at the sky and saw that the moon was covered by dark clouds again.

At the moment when the moon was covered, the tip of the sword shot out.

This force was obviously stronger than the previous iron sheet, and it reached over a hundred meters in an instant.

Fortunately, he already had a wealth of experience and could control it precisely. When the tip of the sword was still halfway, he shook off the hatred, causing the power of the sword tip to plummet, and it could only rely on inertia to exert its power.

Looking at the sky, he could now be sure that it was indeed the same sword.

However, only when the tip of the sword remains black will it actively attack his identity as a Han envoy.

Wen Yan looked at the new scars on the mask and put it away.

He now felt that it was a bit strange that the Death Knight was a Han envoy.

When I got home, the black box had already produced the result.

In the few seconds of video that was cut out, Wen Yan only saw the screen flash for a moment. He paused it and didn't feel any difference before and after.

"Sir, the equipment you installed was originally obsolete. It may be due to the aging of the adapter or the camera components. Occasionally, the monitoring screen flickers, which is within the normal range.

The changes in the images seen from the monitoring angle are extremely small and are also within the range of error.

Therefore, the changes that occurred this time did not trigger the pre-set alarm.

The exact time when the changes occurred is as follows.”

The black box listed the time, and Wen Yan remembered it as soon as he saw it.

"Did I spend that time in the underworld?"

"Yes, specifically, it was the seventh minute and seventeen seconds when the gentleman entered the underworld and lost the signal."

Wen Yan recalled that at that time, he should still be looking at the things left by the blurry figure.

There was no sword tip before, which means there might be fragments, in the old dream.

Then the question is, why did the tip of the sword appear at the intersection?
Wen Yan couldn't be sure, so he decided to ask the blurry shadow, as that guy's ashes had been scattered.

Forget it, I'll go ask a professional later.

Wen Yan rested at home for a night, peacefully, without practicing, just sleeping.

The next morning, when he was about to return the ribbon to Luo Shen, he suddenly discovered that the ribbon was missing.

Then, the gray cloth disappeared too.

Wen Yan asked her family, but no one knew and no one had seen the gray cloth.

Wen Yan looked around, even inside the sofa, but couldn't find it. Finally, he pulled the skeleton dog over. The skeleton dog stuck out its tongue and laughed foolishly. When it heard Wen Yan say that he was going out and was looking for the gray cloth, it immediately wagged its tail and took Wen Yan to the basement.

Arriving in the basement, Wen Yan burned incense obediently, then opened the drawer of his grandmother's altar and looked at the neatly folded gray cloth inside without even a wrinkle.

Looking at the neatly folded ribbon next to it, Wen Yan was speechless.

Without saying a word, he pulled out the gray cloth, returned to the living room, and pointed at the gray cloth earnestly.

"I never expected that you would be the only pervert in the family. Have some shame!"

The cat was lying nearby, watching the gray cloth condense into a pair of hands and gesture, so it kindly translated.

"It said it had no face."

Wen Yan put away the gray cloth with a gloomy face and quickly returned the ribbon to Luo Shen.

I took a shower, changed clothes, and packed my things that day, then came to the Mazu Temple again.

This time when I stepped over the threshold, I could still feel a little pressure, but at least I was not regarded as a demon by default.

After entering the temple, Wen Yan burned incense respectfully and expressed his gratitude first.

This time when he went to the Nanyang Alliance, none of the locals there held him back and all were trying their best to play supporting roles. The Nine Yin Cup was the most direct reason for this.

This is a boost that cannot be bought with any amount of money.

All the messy things in the Nanyang Alliance dared not show up or drag them down, because they all knew that the believers of the Nanyang Alliance were really brave and dared to wage a holy war.

For the locals there, having a separate page in the family tree after death is a great honor and a way to show their bravery and courage.

After death, if the tablet can be placed in the side hall of the goddess temple, then I will definitely go all in immediately without even a second of hesitation.

After Wen Yan thanked him profusely, he briefly explained what the evil spirit was.

Finally, he thanked a lot of people and asked the goddess to bless them.

Among them is Dr. Wei.

Everything was normal and safe. When Wen Yan finished speaking and turned to leave, he suddenly felt that the false god had disappeared again.

He looked down at his feet. He hadn't even left the main hall yet.

He could feel the slight sense of oppression brought by some inherent local power, which also disappeared.

……

The waves beat against the shore, the sea breeze was blowing gently, and the mist slowly dissipated a little. Outside a pavilion on the beach, the false god stood there, with a look of honesty on his face, just like Pei Tugou.

Now he didn't even dare to blame Wen Yan. Why did he learn Tongyou when he had nothing else to do?

Everything was fine, but suddenly I was dragged to some unknown place.

He could vaguely feel that someone was watching him, but he didn't even dare to look up.

His previous experience of being beaten taught him that whenever he felt this way, it was best to admit defeat, lie down and wait to be beaten.

(End of this chapter)