I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 813 The End, Back to the Unit
Pei Tugou was, after all, a model employee at the funeral home. He was diligent and meticulous in his work, and he always kept the instructions in mind. Every time he went to solicit clients, the families were very satisfied with his work.

Pei Tugou naturally knew all this, and at first glance he was certain it was the back mountain of his workplace.

Just to be on the safe side, I took a detour and went to a different angle that I often see to take a look.

Then one glance confirmed it completely: from the shape to the aura, to the deep, oppressive feeling, as if some terrifying giant was sleeping there, everything was exactly the same.

Pei Tugou doesn't care about other things, but he will still follow the official seal system of his unit. He never enters the unit without permission at unauthorized times, especially the back mountain of the unit, which he has never been to.

Bingzu looked at those small hills from afar. Although those small hills were not even considered "peaks" compared to the surrounding mountains, in his perception, the main body of the entire mountain range consisted of those small hills.

A long-forgotten memory surfaced in his mind: the origin of the immortal tree.

Thinking of this, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Pei Tugou.

"Don't go there, let's go around this area."

Pei Tugou nodded naturally, showing no sign of being stubborn.

Since it's the back hill of my own workplace, as a model employee, I naturally wouldn't trespass without permission.

They stepped back a little. Seeing that Pei Tugou, this great evil star, trusted him so much, Bingzu opened a bottle of cola to calm his nerves, handed Pei Tugou a bottle of iced tea, and explained the situation to him.

"The place has changed in appearance, but the feeling remains the same."

Earlier, I heard from the shaman of the tribe that the place was originally the burial place of the gods and the great shaman.

Later on, all those who made contributions had the opportunity to be buried there.

But later, the world changed, and so did that place.

That place has become…

The strategist pondered for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to express it.

"Homecoming, that should be the word."

That is the end point of all things, the final destination of all things.

It exists in the wilderness, and it also exists in our world; that's perfectly normal.

There may be other places where this thing can be found.

All places will converge at this final destination.

When I accidentally stumbled upon it, all I saw was a pile of graves.

He survived by sheer luck and brought out something with him, which is what you call the Tree of Immortality.

The warriors whose names are etched on the Tree of Immortality will find their final resting place there after death.

Because a mark was left before, it was able to be resurrected from the Tree of Immortality.

Later, I also pondered why I was able to survive.

It's possible that something unexpected happened to Emperor Yan back then, which caused time to rewind and brought me back along with it.

Don't go near there; it's difficult to get back from there without help from others.

Others generally cannot get in there either.

Bingzu was somewhat moved and spent a long time explaining to Pei Tugou, when Pei Tugou suddenly said something.

"Wen Yan went in."

"..."

Bingzu thought for a moment and nodded.

"It's quite normal that he can get in; after all, his status does allow him access to places that others can't."

After drinking three bottles of cola, Bingzu collected all the beverage bottles and took them with him, fearing that leaving them here might cause some accidents.

After they had walked a little further away, Bingzu continued to give Pei Tugou his instructions.

"When you get back, remember to tell Wenyan not to go there unless absolutely necessary."

After all, that place connects to more than one location, and especially at night, some strange things can appear there.

Those things are tough to deal with. I encountered one before, a monster whose head I blew off, yet it still managed to escape normally.

As for the rest, there's no need to worry too much.

Those things cannot live without their environment. Once they come out and are exposed to sunlight, even a corpse will turn to nothing.

Pei Tugou agreed and kept those words in mind.

He could tell that Bingzu was worried that his curiosity would get the better of him.

He's not Wen Yan, so he wouldn't have that kind of curiosity.

They bypassed this area, and after walking a short distance, they turned back and saw that the mountain range behind them seemed to have changed slightly.

"Stop looking. That place isn't fixed, at least not in the Great Wilderness. Every time it appears, it creates a dead zone in the Great Wilderness."

The threat isn't as great now, simply because a very capable person once survived inside.

Moreover, he took advantage of the environment there to make something.

From then on, it became possible to find a solution to any enemy a person encountered.

Moreover, in the past, someone engraved certain things into everyone's bloodline.

Today, it is believed that after everyone dies, information about their entire life will be included in their records.

As time went by, the ambitions of the past have grown stronger and covered a wider range.

Don't look at me, I don't have that kind of ability.

That person must be Wenyan's teacher.

He's probably the most unique witch; aside from his love of eating, I can hardly think of any other distinguishing features he has.

I can't remember. Maybe he didn't want anyone to remember him.

Bingzu became lost in memories and talked a lot.

The fact that he can't remember the things he wanted to remember is itself a problem.

Older people especially like to reminisce about the past and are particularly afraid of forgetting things.

"Let's hurry up and try to resolve this as soon as possible. The New Year is just a few months away, and I really want to taste Wen Yan's cooking again, as well as Wu's food."

Times have really changed. I never even tasted the things the shaman made back then.

Pei Tugou listened quietly, like a handsome man, to an old man's ramblings; he was quite good at that.

Of course, this didn't stop him from hanging the two menacing creatures blocking his way from a nearby tree.

Time flies, and there are only three months left until the Chinese New Year.

While some places in the north have started providing heating, the last vestiges of summer heat in Nanwu County seem to be struggling to survive.

Wen Yan's life is very regular. He gets up in the morning and sometimes makes breakfast himself, or the housekeeper makes it, or he goes out for a walk in the morning, eats breakfast, and then brings some to the family members who want to eat.

He chose a table outside the shop to eat breakfast again, quietly enjoying the morning sunlight as he ate, feeling the sunlight that illuminates even the places that couldn't be lit up at this time of day.

When I met the same child I had met two months ago, he specifically chose Wen Yan as his deskmate. They were eating breakfast in the sun outside. He looked much better than he did two months ago; at least his eyes were more lively and not so lifeless.

Not being talkative isn't a big problem, as long as there are no psychological issues.

The child ate breakfast by himself, glancing at Wenyan occasionally, hesitant to speak, seemingly lacking the courage to do so.

After finishing her breakfast, Wen Yan waited quietly until the child had finished eating as well. Then, she smiled and whispered, "I wasn't wrong, was I? Getting some sunshine in the morning is very beneficial."

The child glanced at his mother furtively, then nodded emphatically to Wen Yan.

Having someone who understands him and sharing a secret makes a child very content.

With a gentle smile, Wenyan teased the child, quietly offering some encouragement, and then refrained from further interference.

Just as I was about to leave, I saw Qingxuzi sitting down next to me and ordering a rice noodle roll.

Qingxuzi ignored Wenyan, pretending not to know him, and Wenyan remained silent.

After Qingxuzi quickly finished eating, he caught up with the mother and son, and Wenyan quietly followed behind.

After Qingxuzi followed, he bowed respectfully, his beard fluttering, displaying the demeanor of a virtuous person. He looked at the mother and child with a strange expression in his eyes.

When that happened, the mother couldn't help but ask a question.

"Master, is there something you need?"

"I just saw this little boy. He seemed a bit strange, as if his soul had been injured by evil spirits when he was young. I went up to take a closer look."

Unexpectedly, it really is true.

But it's a bit strange, because logically, after several years, his condition should have stabilized.

However, from what I observe, it seems there is a gradual recovery trend.

After observing for a while, I roughly estimate that it should have happened within the last two months.

Perhaps there will be hope for a full recovery in the future.

I am eager to learn, and I wonder if it would be convenient for you to tell me how you did it?

If I encounter someone with such misfortune again, I hope I can inform them of the situation.

The mother was initially wary and even prepared herself to treat it as a beggar and give him some money.

Hearing Xu Zi say this, he never expected it to be like this.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered that the words her child had said most often in the past two months were "come to sunbathe every morning."

When asked why, she fell silent.

She could only recount these things. Qingxuzi pretended to do some calculations with his fingers, then, with a joyful expression, solemnly bowed.

"Thank you, layman. Your child is very wise and will surely have good fortune in the future. According to this trend, he will definitely recover in one or two years at the shortest and three to five years at the longest."

Qingxuzi then rattled off a whole bunch of mysterious and absurd things, leaving the other person completely bewildered and convinced of his absolute faith before finally sending him away.

After the mother and son left, Wen Yan came up to tease him.

"Oh, the renowned Daoist Qingxuzi, is this time offering an unscientific explanation?"

“You can’t do it yourself. To heal the child’s mother’s heart, it has to be me. Only when I tell her will she believe me. Don’t tell me you can’t see that she is actually exhausted, both physically and mentally. Since there is hope, let her see that hope.”

As for what to say, the Dao Ancestor won't blame me.

Wen Yan was speechless; what he said made sense.

That's why he only said that sunbathing in the morning is good for children, because if he said something else, the other person might not believe him, and he might even do more harm than good.

But Qingxuzi's appearance does indeed give him a natural advantage over others in terms of persuasiveness.

Wen Yan didn't continue the topic, nor did she mention why the morning sun in Decheng was different.

Qingxuzi could sense it, but he didn't ask.

Wen Yan immediately changed the subject.

"Taoist Master, you've come to Decheng. Why didn't you tell me beforehand so I could pick you up?"

“Your curator specifically instructed me not to tell you.”

"Oh, it's about my workplace. The curator is the same; why doesn't he ever contact me when he has something to say?"

Qingxuzi sighed, somewhat helplessly.

"Your curator is too superstitious. He thinks that if you show up, something even worse will happen."

“See? I told you, I’m not the only one who thinks he’s superstitious,” Wen Yan immediately added.

Unexpectedly, Qingxuzi let out a long sigh with a complicated expression.

"Then, I didn't say anything to him. He convinced me, and I also felt that if you went to your workplace, something bad was bound to happen. Just pretend you don't know anything about this."

Just as Qingxuzi finished speaking, he heard a car horn. The curator's car was parked a few dozen meters away, and the curator was standing next to the car, waving at Qingxuzi.

"..."

Wen Yan was speechless. Was it really necessary? It wasn't like they were at work; were they avoiding each other like the plague outside?

It's incredibly rude to see your boss outside and just turn around and leave without saying hello.

Wen Yan went over with Qing Xuzi and saw that the curator was looking worried.

"Director, when is my vacation over? I love my job and I want to go back to work. I haven't seen anyone from our unit for months. I'm not the kind of person who draws a salary without working. I want to go back to work."

After a moment of change in expression, the curator said helplessly.

“Last night, there was some strange activity on the back mountain. Our special surveillance cameras captured countless ghosts rushing into the back mountain.”

Based on the images captured, the Lieyang tribe compared the data and discovered that they were all souls from the Great Wilderness.

There are all sorts of demons and monsters, which is why we asked Master Qingxuzi to come and take a look.

It shouldn't be a big problem, the Lieyang Department said, they've compared the data.

These were probably all things that were killed there after the Ancestor of War went to the Great Wilderness.

After hesitating for a long time, the curator finally gritted his teeth and said.

"Since you already know, then come to the office. We need someone to take a look at the old ice storage, and there are some things that need updating, but we can't get in."

"Okay!" Wen Yan grinned, smiling happily.

A moment later, the sun shone brightly, and Wen Yan returned to her workplace. She hadn't worked for several months, and at first, it felt really good, but later she would occasionally miss it.

The main reason is that there's a difference in feeling between him not going to work and his boss not letting him go to work.

Wen Yan wandered around the office building. The new office building had been completed, but the decorations were still simple and the landscaping was still very good.

Since she was already there, Wen Yan naturally met and chatted with her colleagues, including the clients she encountered, to assess any potential risks.

At noon, Wen Yan entered the old ice storage room with the curator's permission.

It wasn't his concern that caused the delay; rather, it was the curator's concern that insisted on following the proper procedures.

Entering the old icehouse, nothing seemed different from before.

Wen Yan checked the contents of the old icehouse one by one, and took out what needed to be taken out for cremation, and stored away what needed to be stored away for new customers or items.

After getting to the bottom shelf and finishing everything, Wen Yan looked up again and suddenly saw that there was an extra door at the end of the freezer on this shelf.

He remembered clearly that there wasn't this door just a moment ago.

He recognized a mark on the door.

(End of this chapter)