I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 772: First Person Perspective, Chi Xiao

The next day, Wen Yan rubbed his head and left in a daze.

This time the professor showed mercy. No, how could the professor show mercy?

The professor was afraid that he would not be able to remember, so he told him what he wanted to ask first, asked him to remember it, and then started to express himself freely.

By the time Wen Yan realized something was wrong, the content had already completed the transition silently, and it was too late to run away.

He left in a daze, as if he had drunk too much, and could not even remember how he entered the underworld.

As I walked, I heard the noise of people, roars, wails, and the extremely harsh sound of bones being ground.

Wen Yan was like a drunk who had lost his memory. He stood on the ground with blank eyes. The noisy sounds suddenly drowned him out.

There were ruins on the ground, fires were burning in the villages, and corpses were scattered all over the ground.

A large number of thin people, wearing tattered clothes, were fleeing frantically.

Not far away, there was a monster that looked like an orangutan, more than three meters tall, sitting on the ground. It was pinching a person with one hand and biting him, leaving only half of the person. Blood splattered in the air as it moved.

Take a bite and throw it aside, then continue eating what’s in your other hand.

Wen Yan looked at this scene with a dazed look in his eyes. When the gate tower next to him collapsed and the burning pillar of fire hit his head, his body began to catch fire.

The blazing yang energy suddenly turned into a raging fire that enveloped him. The flame was even more intense than the flame of burning wood.

Wen Yan waved his hand lightly, and part of the wood that hit his head was broken into pieces, falling casually to the side.

He was in a daze, and after taking a step, he appeared dozens of meters away. Two steps later, he took another step and appeared above the monster's head in a flash.

He twisted his waist, and his whole body twisted in an instant like a whip, turning upside down. His right fist was wrapped in flames and punched downward, landing on the monster's forehead.

With a click, a flash of lightning shot out from the back of the monster's head, and rolled back along with a raging fire.

Dazzling electric light spread from the monster's forehead and back of the head, and in an instant it exploded from the inside out, as if thunder was tearing the monster apart from the inside out.

Wen Yan fell to the ground, and the monster in front of him began to slowly crack and collapse.

At the moment when the wind suddenly arose, fire and blood swirled and turned into a blood-red flame tornado, rushing straight into the sky.

Wen Yan raised his head slightly, looked at the scene, and muttered to himself.

"Where did this monster come from..."

After a while, Wen Yan listened to the people around him talking. It sounded very familiar, like some dialect from somewhere. He could probably understand a little bit. If he wanted to understand it all, he would probably have to listen for a while longer before he could gradually understand it.

He looked at the people around him crying, and saw a skinny old woman sitting on the ground, holding a child. The child was clearly still alive, but had a wound on his arm.

Oh, Wen Yan saw that the flesh rolled up by the wound had begun to turn black.

He is familiar with this. It seems that the person has been poisoned by corpse poison.

The monster just now seemed to be a monster infected with corpse poison?
Wen Yan walked forward, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the child's arm. The corpse poison flowed along Wen Yan's hand, being continuously absorbed by him and sinking into the nail of his middle finger.

The child still didn't wake up after the poison was removed. Wen Yan watched him carefully for a long time. He heard the sobbing next to him getting quieter and quieter. He rubbed his dizzy head and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

This may be low blood sugar, or the body may have consumed too much energy while fighting against the corpse poison.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no one around him could understand him. They looked at the other injured people around them, and then began to look at him with hopeful eyes.

He simply rummaged through the ruins nearby and found a clay pot. He built a simple stove with stones, filled the pot with water and put it on the stove. He then randomly picked up a piece of burning wood and stuffed it underneath.

He rummaged in his bag, pulled out a handful of fruit candies, unwrapped them, and threw the candies into the pot.

An old man next to him was holding a cloth bag tremblingly, revealing some millet inside. He looked at Wen Yan with hope in his eyes and said something that Wen Yan could not quite understand.

Wen Yan looked a little confused. He took the bag and poured the millet into the ceramic pot.

After a while, the soup in the earthenware pot boiled, and Wen Yan said a few words to the old man next to him. The old man didn't understand, but understood the meaning and quickly lined up.

Everyone held a ceramic bowl in their hands. After walking forward, Wen Yan scooped a bowl of soup with a wooden spoon, then reached out and touched the other person, absorbing the corpse poison from the other person's body.

Soon, everyone had their corpse poison removed and their energy replenished, and they all looked much more energetic.

Wen Yan ignored these people. He rubbed his dizzy head and still felt dizzy. He felt like something was wrong.

Not far away, someone picked up the fruit candy wrapper that Wen Yan had just thrown on the ground, looked at the exquisite patterns on the wrapper, and wrapped it with cloth like a treasure.

Then, an old man came up from behind and hit him with a stick.

The old man took away the cloth wrapping and angrily scolded the villagers.

They all felt that such exquisite paper, used to wrap such a magical elixir, must be a treasure of great origin, perhaps it was a magic talisman used by great doctors to treat diseases.

Wen Yan ignored what was happening here. He continued walking forward, and a large group of people soon followed behind him.

Wen Yan looked back, somewhat puzzled.

The old man, who looked very prestigious, walked forward carefully, holding the cloth wrapped in wrapping paper, and returned it to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan took a look at it and said that this thing was just wrapping paper and was of no great use, so there was no need to return it to him.

The old man didn't understand, but understood the general meaning, and gave the treasure to them gently.

The old man thanked them profusely and put the cloth in his arms, but they still followed Wen Yan.

Wen Yan was a little confused.

The old man explained that the village had been destroyed, and in a few days, it would be time to pay taxes, and they would definitely not be able to pay this year's taxes.

They could not pay the taxes to the imperial court, nor the taxes to the local lords. Even if they sold their children, it would be of no avail.

They all thought they were dead today, but they didn't expect that Wen Yan spent precious elixir to save them.

They also have to flee now. Becoming refugees may give them a glimmer of hope. If they don't flee, they will definitely die. They may even become food for the strange beasts raised by some powerful person.

The strange beast today seemed to be raised by a master, but for some reason it went crazy and started killing people when passing by the village.

Wen Yan didn't understand a lot, but he could understand some of it. He could roughly understand that these people were also going to leave.

Wen Yan didn't force it anymore, he just walked forward.

His head was confused, and he always felt as if he had forgotten something important.

As he walked out of the village, the scene around him changed silently.

The surrounding land became dry, the fields cracked, and all things withered. Looking around, there was not a trace of green to be seen.

He walked on the road, and after every few steps he could see the remains.

He looked back and saw a crowd of people following him as far as the eye could see. They were all pale and skinny, wearing dirty and tattered clothes.

The moment he turned around, he saw that those people who seemed unable to straighten their backs and looked like walking corpses seemed to have a little yang energy and a glimmer of fire in their eyes.

He didn't quite understand what was going on and heard some people exclaiming.

He looked back and saw a huge white snake swimming out from behind the ravine in front of him.

The white snake transformed into a girl in white clothes and walked over holding something wrapped in a piece of rag.

She opened the rag, revealing a rusty long sword. "I received your guidance that day, and I have no way to repay you, so I will give you this.

This is what the Han people owe me because their great-grandfather executed me that day.

I hope this will be useful to you, seniors.”

The girl wrapped up the rusty sword, held it in both hands and handed it to Wen Yan, then turned around and disappeared at the foot of the mountain, transforming into a giant white snake.

Wen Yan held the sword, feeling it was so familiar, as if he had seen it before.

Unfortunately, the girl has disappeared.

He continued walking forward, and as he walked, he killed two big demons that came closer because of the gathering crowd.

As I walked, some people began to appear in my sight, people wearing yellow scarves.

He felt it was becoming more and more familiar, but unfortunately his mind was still confused and he still couldn't figure it out.

As we walked, more and more people gathered around us.

He saw the camp, and when he sat in the tent and looked to the side, he saw a familiar face.

"Doctor Wei?"

However, at this moment, Doctor Wei's eyes no longer had that calm, peaceful and steady look. Instead, there was worry in his eyes, as well as a hint of enthusiasm that was somewhat unfamiliar to Wen Yan.

"Don't you know that you are the disease of those high and mighty people right now? You are the disease."

Hearing this, Wen Yan, who was confused, blurted out.

"I just want to use my body as medicine to cure the world's diseases. I finally figured it out. Doctor Wei, thank you."

"Then this time, I may really not be able to cure you." Doctor Wei's expression seemed a little uncomfortable.

When Wen Yan looked up, the scene in front of him changed again.

He was walking on the road holding a bamboo stick. As he walked, he met some new refugees.

A young man among the refugees shouted in surprise when he saw him.

"Brother, it is you."

The boy with a dirty face rushed up to him, his eyes shining like gems and his face full of surprise.

Seeing Wen Yan's bewildered look, the boy quickly wiped his face with his sleeve to make it cleaner.

"Brother, you don't recognize me. I'm Zhang Liang."

The moment Wen Yan heard this name, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind, as if someone was roaring in a hoarse voice that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"The heavens are falling apart, the Han dynasty is in decline, in the year of Jiazi we can ask for peace...

I use my body as medicine to cure the world's diseases...

The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established, the year is Jiazi, and the world is blessed..."

Wen Yan's confused mind suddenly became extremely clear.

"Great Master!"

He suddenly looked back, and in an instant, he found himself standing outside the road to the underworld, holding a tattered yellow scarf in his hand. The yellow scarf had turned black, and inside it was a piece of broken iron with a name engraved on it.

At the edge of the road to hell, Feng Wei and Tong Si were constantly calling his name.

Wen Yan took a deep breath, and the blackout state he had incurred completely disappeared, and his mind became very clear.

He looked forward and saw the road to hell.

He knew that he must have entered an old dream just now.

Otherwise, when he walked down the road to the underworld, he must have his back to the road. If he looked back at the road, he would definitely be lost and unable to see the road.

Only by entering the old dream and then walking out of it will the present state appear.

He took a few steps and was back on the road.

"Go back first, and talk about it later."

Feng Wei and Tong Si nodded, said no more, and followed Wen Yan.

After successfully walking out of the main intersection, Wen Yan did not go home, but sat by the road and asked Tong Si.

"What happened just now?"

"I only saw you walking in a daze, as if you saw something, and then you walked down the path to the underworld. We wanted to hold you back, but it was too late.

I saw you standing there in a daze, then taking a step forward, continuing to stare blankly, and then taking another step forward.

You suddenly turned around just now, probably because you suddenly heard our call."

"Nothing else? Didn't you see me entering an old dream?"

"No, that's all I saw. You were always there." Tong Si said with certainty.

Wen Yan nodded, still recalling what had just happened.

This was his first time experiencing an old dream from a first-person perspective, and it seemed that he had a great deal of autonomy.

No, it should be said that they are some broken fragments, not even a normal dream.

I don’t know if it’s because he wasn’t qualified before, or because he got drunk by the professor this time that this happened.

No one can see the problem with Tong Si's double pupils, but in fact, it is a big problem.

Wen Yan didn't say much, just said.

"Thank you both, I was drunk and walked out accidentally, it's okay."

After hearing what Wen Yan said, Feng Wei and Tong Si did not continue to ask. As for the question of drunk, they knew it was definitely not because of drinking.

After saying goodbye to the two, Wen Yan returned home and opened the blackened yellow scarf. Two words were engraved on the rusty iron sheet inside.

Chi Xiao.

I don’t know if the writing is rusted or stained with blood, but it is black and red, very conspicuous, and has a very strong presence.

Wen Yan wrapped it up again, went to the basement first, paid respects to the elders in the family, then returned to the bedroom, lay on his bed, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

The feeling of being a bystander and being in the situation personally are completely different. Even if it is just a few broken fragments, after coming back, he can understand what is in those fragments.

The most direct thing was that this time, when he saw those pieces of broken iron again, he had a natural sense of familiarity.

Wen Yan now only has this very natural sense of familiarity with the Chunjun Mace.

After lying in bed for an hour and unable to fall asleep, Wen Yan got out of bed and looked at the time. It was already midnight. He took out his cell phone and called the professor directly.

"Professor, don't get me drunk next time. If you get me drunk, something bad will happen! This time I have enough reasons!"

(End of this chapter)