I am your natural enemy

Wen Yan's expression was quite tangled. He really didn't expect that it would be such a scene...

Two crooked old men, like shrews who have never fought, one pulled the hair and the other kicked the crotch.

The problem is that both of them are in the state of ghosts, and pulling the hair and kicking the crotch don't seem to have much effect.

On the contrary, as the two of them fight, their powers seem to be blending.

Seeing this scene, Wen Yan understood why the two of them were within the scope of the ritual, while the remaining two were outside the scope of the ritual. These two old ghosts were just consumables for the ritual.

Even the prompts did not respond, proving that these two old ghosts, no matter how special they are, are still just ordinary ghosts with a little bit of specialness.

Looking to the other side, another ghost with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but without any righteousness.

"Lost ghost."

"Died lost on the road, confused and unaware of north, south, east, west, and the difference between life and death. After three years of wandering, he finally realized that he was dead, but he still didn't know he was dead.

It has the abilities of ghosts and some characteristics of living beings. It can walk in broad daylight and can also travel through the underworld.

It is a rare exception among the vast number of ghosts who suddenly awakened their consciousness and saw their own bodies.

So far, the originally lowest-level ghosts can be transformed into any ghost profession if they meet the corresponding conditions."

"The ghost who didn't know he was dead saw his own bones. , the mourning hall will know clearly.

No matter how special the ghost is, even if one day, he will be reborn into a ghost.

That is still a ghost. ”

“Temporary ability: none.”

“Extra tip from the identity Dark xx: Why do you always like to hide things in places where others can't see?”

Wen Yan looked at the tip carefully, which means that this guy is like a ghost in the underworld, confused and unconscious. He wandered for three years before regaining consciousness. His consciousness can understand that he is dead, but his ghost body does not know that he is dead.

Can it be like this?

It is quite common for ghosts to not know that they are dead. Almost every branch of the grassroots branch of the Lieyang Department can encounter such cases every year.

From a few to dozens.

Some people died in accidents, too suddenly, and some people died unconsciously. In this case, if they can turn into ghosts, there is a probability that they don’t know that they are dead.

If they don't know they are dead, and they have important things to do before they die, and they haven't finished the things they put a lot of effort into, they will basically continue to do it.

There was a case in the snowy village in Northeast China before, where a writer didn't know he was dead, and he continued to update every day after waking up every night.

Three months later, when the weather warmed up, the ice and snow melted, and the yard was covered with heavy snow, the frozen body began to be exposed, and then it was discovered.

The local people of the Lieyang tribe thought that this ghost was very simple-minded. He didn't even go out once in three months, so they didn't tell him. After he finished the book, they took him to see his body, and then he realized that he was dead and disappeared.

It is normal for a person's soul and body to be separated from time to time, but this ghost's consciousness and ghost body are also separated, which is the first time I have seen it.

Looking at the prompts, this guy is indeed very abnormal. I don't know what else he is hiding.

Wen Yan looked at the other one, the skeleton in the painted skin, who looked like a demon, but the breath on the bones was obviously more like a ghost.

"The people of the Bone Village."

"The Yin-type aliens from the Bone Village can be classified as ghosts with bones, not demons.

They like the Yin environment and the Yang people.

Therefore, the people of the Bone Village have always liked to open wine shops and inns in remote and cool places.

They look charming and smart, but in fact, they are stubborn when it comes to emotional matters and obsessions.

Most of these aliens have no good results."

"I have two different bone scrapers. Which one do you like?"

"Temporary ability: none."

Wen Yan didn't rush over, and he didn't worry that the other party could lead the black and white evil beads.

Even if there was no old man Wang and the nameless tablet to help suppress the black and white evil beads, in theory, the black and white evil beads were actually just a subtle stage between the death of the black and white evil spirits and the release of their professions.

Strictly speaking, the two professions were not released into the world at all.

These two guys used some weird ritual to receive here, but they could only receive loneliness.

He took out his phone and searched for the White Bone Village. Sure enough, there were records in the Lieyang Tribe, and there were quite a few records, from ancient times to the present.

The White Bone Village is not the name of a place, but a general term for a certain kind of aliens. Basically, they are all aliens who are essentially ghosts, but have a body of bones.

This kind of aliens like to open inns in remote places. The earliest clear written record was 1,400 years ago, in today's Xiyu County.

A white bone villager opened an inn on the trade road to welcome passing guests.

That year, the border of the Shenzhou Dynasty had not been refreshed there. The inn opened by the white bone villager had an excellent location. There was no one for more than a hundred miles before and after. Even people from Shenzhou had to rest there when they passed by and replenish some fresh water and other supplies.

This is the earliest, verifiable and clear official record.

After a little search, Wen Yan found the white bone villager in front of him. Sure enough, there was a record in the Lieyang Tribe.

The other party opened a homestay in the valley in the eastern part of Guanzhong County, which was well received by tourists. She made cakes and cold dishes at a very high level. If the cook was not there, she would never cook. She was very casual in doing business. Sometimes she would give a 30% or 50% discount if she was happy.

People from the Lieyang Tribe would occasionally pass by there and buy some cold dishes from her to take back.

Even her painted skin was registered in the Lieyang Tribe, and she was one of the few painted skins that could be legally owned.

This basically belonged to the few outliers who were doing well, and the legal bank deposits were three or four million.

Wen Yan couldn't help wondering, why was she so bored, and why did she get involved in these things?

Wen Yan looked around, and asked Tong Si to look around. There was nothing unusual around, so Wen Yan asked Feng Wei and Tong Si to go back first. He took a step forward, and appeared at the door of the small earth temple several dozen meters away in the mountains.

Wen Yan suddenly appeared, and the old ghost and the proprietress who were presiding over the ceremony inside all changed their expressions.

The old ghost never thought that Wen Yan would suddenly appear here.

There was a flame burning on Wen Yan's left shoulder, and his temperament was completely different from the rumors. There was a sense of wildness and vastness, and there was no gentle temperament at all. He even felt that Wen Yan could tear him alive with a smile on his face at this moment, and he might not feel that he was killing.

"What are you waiting for?" The old ghost reacted very quickly. The moment he saw Wen Yan, he immediately shouted in a low voice.

The next moment, the proprietress raised her head and murmured in a low voice.

There seemed to be starlight twinkling in her eyes, tender and tender, and everything around her was like rippling water waves, and began to change.

In a flash, Wen Yan seemed to be standing on the street, with people coming and going on the street, and the tip of his nose was still filled with the fragrance from the wife cake meat sandwich stall. He seemed to hear someone behind him on the left side, with a little surprise and a little doubt, calling out his name.

Wen Yan turned his head and looked back. He saw the girl who would hold a small cake the size of a palm, stand at the door of his classroom, and shout his name when he was young. She waved her arms and looked at him with surprise.

Wen Yan took a look and sighed. What a wonderful memory of his youth.

The flame burning on his left shoulder seemed to be suppressed a little as he turned back.

Two streams of hot air spurted out of his nostrils and sank into the flame. The scorching sun blessed it. In an instant, the red flame with a hint of blood turned into a deep red.

Wen Yan could feel that this was an illusion, but he heard that voice and still wanted to take a look.

At the same time, countless lip prints that almost no one could see appeared on his face. In a flash.

The proprietress, who had already turned around and was ready to run away, only heard a burst of shouting.

"Bitch!"

The next moment, she felt like she was hit by a dozen big slaps. Her body shook and she flew backwards. Her body was directly hit by the painted skin. There were a lot of clearly visible slap marks on her skull, and her consciousness was a little confused.

When had she ever seen these things? If she hadn't just wanted to delay time, it would not have been a slap at all.

She seemed to see that there were still a lot of women who hadn't lined up, and they were rolling up their sleeves and preparing to deal with her.

Wen Yan turned around and sighed. It was a pity that all the records of his youth were erased. I'm afraid that no one he had seen in his youth could remember him.

He looked at the proprietress whose painted skin fell to the ground and shook his head.

"Why are you doing this? I can't control these forces. You took the initiative to come up and ask for a beating. It's not my fault.

As for me, seeing that your previous actions were not bad, I'll give you a suggestion. Don't run away. Stand by and wait."

If the proprietress dared to do it herself just now, Wen Yan would definitely have killed her.

Now, Wen Yan pointed to the corner and told the boss's wife to squat there.

The boss's wife was terrified. Is this called no progress?

Even if he himself has made no progress, he can't stand the help of many people.

So far, Wen Yan has never done it himself.

The flame burning on his left shoulder has turned into half of the shoulder armor. On the shoulder thorn, the flame burned and turned into chains of flames, circling and flying out, wrapping the inside of the small temple.

Inside the small temple, the old ghost who presided over the ceremony had a gloomy face. He sneered and cut his arm. Black blood oozed out of his arm and sank into the ceremony. The surging yin and resentment here immediately turned into rolling evil spirits.

The boiling evil spirits collided with the flame chains extending from Wen Yan's left shoulder, making a sizzling sound.

Inside the surging evil spirits, the old ghost stretched out his hand, pinched a thunder seal, and chanted a strange spell. On the back of his hand, a talisman symbol slowly emerged.

"Nine-earth Yin thunder, attract evil and bring down plague, thunder strikes masculinity, protects ghosts and gods, gathers the mind to attract thunder, and guards my principles."

The flame chain kept shuttling through the evil spirit, but the old ghost in it kept hiding inside with his hands pinching the seal. It seemed that his body was motionless, but his body was changing positions rapidly, avoiding the fiery chain.

As the evil spirit here became more and more violent, the Yin energy gathered outside the small temple, and there were countless tombs in the surrounding mountains, and Yin energy was coming out.

There were also some ghosts floating out of the tombs, and their Yin energy was sucked away, and all the power was gathered in the small temple.

In the surging black evil spirit, the two old ghosts who kept fighting had also stopped. One of them had black eyes and the other had pale eyes. They stood in the boiling evil spirit, like two big zombies.

When they were hit by the flame chain, their injuries would recover instantly.

Wen Yan's face was as gloomy as water. He raised his hand and the gray cloth grasped the Chunjun mace and fell into his hand.

He wanted to catch him alive.

Because he suddenly sensed the power of the Taoist talisman.

A ghost actually carried a Taoist talisman. Is this what this ghost wanted to hide?

Using this thing, is it to silence people?

No wonder he was so confident. As a ghost, he dared to be so calm in front of him and even planned to kill him.

Wen Yan held the Chunjun mace in his hand and took a breath. When the yang energy in his body was about to burst out, he paused slightly and smelled the smell of incense again.

He felt that there seemed to be a crack in the center of the evil spirit, which was slowly opening.

Now Wen Yan understood that this old ghost also knew that the probability of killing him by force was not high. He was planning to abandon this ceremony, open a gap, and exile Wen Yan.

Everything around him seemed to be spinning, and everything he saw and felt was distorted by an invisible force.

The next moment, Wen Yan felt a hand fall on his right shoulder.

It was not the two old ghosts, nor the old ghost, but an old lady with a kind face and a smell of incense.

The moment the old lady's hand fell on his shoulder, the spinning around him disappeared.

There was still a black smoke-like evil spirit swirling in front of him. The old lady in a brown Tang suit looked at Wen Yan with a kind face.

"I'm sorry, young man.

I'm old and can't remember you.

I can only feel that you carried the coffin for me and didn't collect the money."

As the old lady let go of her hand, Wen Yan's right shoulder had a red mark, like a mark left by carrying a heavy object.

Wen Yan didn't know the old lady. When he went to do funerals before, he basically never saw the client in person...

How could he know who this old lady was? Although there were not many times when he didn't collect money, there were still some.

Every year, the leader of the team will have some work, and they only charge a few dollars as a token of appreciation. After receiving the money, they will also put it in a box and keep it at the bottom of the box.

The same is true for the opera troupe. There will be charity performances every year, which are free and all at their own expense.

"I was woken up and found that it was people from our village who made trouble. I'm really sorry. I'll take them away now."

The kind-looking old lady seemed to feel quite sorry. She immersed herself in the evil spirit, and the incense smell around her body smoothly forced the evil spirit away.

Wen Yan scratched his head outside. What's going on?

The old lady entered the boiling evil spirit and came to the two old ghosts. Her face fell. She stretched out her hand and slapped the two old ghosts twice.

After the two slaps, the two old ghosts who turned into evil ghosts immediately woke up and their eyes became clear.

When they saw the old lady, they both shrank their necks.

"Aunt."

"Aunt."

The old lady glared at the two old men with a sullen face.

"You have grown up. You didn't make any progress when you were alive, and you didn't rest at peace when you died. You still can't rest at peace after you die. Now you have learned to harm others.

Are you happy only because all the descendants of our family have been harmed by you?

Our family has fallen to such a state, and when you two were alive, you could still have a college student who studied national defense.

You haven't even been able to get a university degree in the years since you died. Are you happy?

You don't have anyone to burn paper and incense for you anymore. Are you happy?"

The two old men were scolded like grandsons, but they didn't dare to resist at all. They lowered their heads and accepted the scolding.

The old lady was of a high generation and old. When one of the old men was a child, he had no milk to drink and no food to eat at home. When the old lady was young, she was soft-hearted and couldn't bear to see the only child of her relative die like this, so she gave half of her newborn baby's milk to him, and he survived.

In addition, the two old Dengs have been scolded for decades since they were young. No matter how much they forget their roots, they can't be stubborn here.

The family was able to settle down and have a meal here because the old lady supported it when she was young.

"Don't harm people here. This is not harming others.

It's the people who carried the coffin for my old lady.

It's also you, the people of our family."

The old lady turned and walked out. The two old Dengs were dejected and looked at each other, and the anger in their eyes was gone.

They didn't have no descendants. In the end, it was the old lady herself who turned into a good omen and made a fortune.

The two old Dengs lowered their heads and followed behind honestly.

As they walked, the two old Dengs shook their bodies, cooperated tacitly, protected the old lady on both sides, and blocked the Yin Lei in the rolling evil spirit.

The two old Dengs, who had just eliminated their anger, had red eyes in an instant.

The rolling evil spirit around was instantly swallowed up by the bodies of the two old Dengs.

The two of them grabbed the old ghost's arms in a completely synchronized manner, one on the left and one on the right, and then pulled hard, and the old ghost's hands, which were in a hand seal, were forcibly torn apart, and his arms were forcibly torn off.

Facing the backlash, the old ghost's face was extremely ugly.

Everything today was different from his expectations.

The ceremony had been arranged for a long time, but not long after it started, Wen Yan appeared out of nowhere.

The proprietress, who was originally considered to have good combat power, did not even dare to use her knife.

It was decided to change the ceremony temporarily and prepare to exile Wen Yan, the troublesome guy, but an old lady with a smell of incense appeared out of nowhere, making the two ritual materials regain consciousness and backfire on the spot.

He knew that he couldn't do anything good today, and he couldn't be caught alive by Wen Yan, let alone let Wen Yan know what the Taoist instrument in his hand was.

Faced with the quarrel between the two old men who had a perfect tacit understanding, he knew best what their current strength was.

Coupled with the fact that Wen Yan, who had not had time to make a move during the whole process, was still nearby, the old ghost decisively gave up resistance. He did not want to be caught alive, and he did not want Wen Yan to notice anything.

In the blink of an eye, his body was torn apart by the two old men and fell into pieces in the small temple.

Before Wen Yan could say anything, the old ghost had been torn into pieces, and his body was dissipating in the wind.

The old ghost's head fell to the ground and he looked at Wen Yan with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

"Melon peel." Wen Yan sneered and cursed.

Before the old ghost could figure out what it meant, his mind had already dissipated.

And the severed arm held by an old man was also dissipating in the wind.

Wen Yan's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick. He pinched his fingers in the air and pointed on the broken arm. The broken arm that was about to be wiped out into ashes was blessed by the blazing sun. The speed at which it was turned into ashes slowed down a little, and on the back of his hand, something appeared. A trace of a Taoist urn.

Wen Yan took out his mobile phone and took several high-definition photos of the back of the broken arm.

Before he could take a few more pictures, the severed arm was reduced to ashes and completely dissipated.

The red-eyed Lao Deng's eyes became clear again, and he followed the old lady like a quail.

"I've caused you trouble." The old lady looked charitable and bowed to apologize.

Wen Yan quickly supported the old lady.

"Forgive me, I really don't recognize you. You should also know that I can't see you. Can you tell me your name?"

"My surname is Bian and my name is Chunhua. The young man has done many good things. It is normal for him not to remember my old lady."

The old lady looked at the two old men behind her.

"Those two of my own race, although they are not good people, have never harmed anyone. Can I take them away?"

"I have to ask, what I said doesn't count."

"It should, it should."

Wen Yan made a phone call in front of him and asked the general manager directly.

After hearing what Wen Yan said, the head of the headquarters checked the information for a while, pondered for a while, and then said.

"According to the rules, if she has never harmed anyone, and she is being controlled by someone this time, and there are no casualties and the losses are not big, she can be taken away. You can handle this matter with your full authority."

"Okay, I understand."

Wen Yan hung up the phone and told the old lady that he could be taken away, but he had to make sure that these two old men would not harm anyone in the future.

"Don't worry, it won't happen again."

The old lady turned around, looked at the two old men, and said.

"During the Qingming Festival this year, someone will list your tablets in the ancestral hall. Your descendants will come to offer you incense and burn paper. If you are lucky, your great-grandchildren may also come."

When the two old men heard this, they knelt down excitedly and thanked the old lady.

After kowtowing, the power on the two Laodeng turned into a whirlwind, soared into the sky, and dissipated between heaven and earth. Their figures gradually became transparent and disappeared completely.

"Young man, what's your name? I can't remember your name?"

"My name is Wen Yan."

"Wen Yan, okay, I've written it down..."

As he spoke, the old lady's figure gradually disappeared.

Wen Yan sighed. This old lady was honest in her work. As soon as he agreed, the old lady let the two old men dissipate in front of him to completely eliminate any future troubles.

He took out his phone and took a look. There was a push message from Black Box.

The old lady named Bian Chunhua was the centenarian who helped carry the coffin when he was a teenager. In this village, a hundred years ago, there was only such a centenarian.

There is relevant information here. When this old lady was young, she fled with her entire clan. A girl's family, along with her clan members, fought against bandits, defeated soldiers and foreign enemies, and finally took root in Guanzhong County.

Later, he also led the tribe to cultivate wasteland and grow food. It was basically a collection of a series of roles such as parents, clan chiefs, and village chiefs. When he was over 70 years old, he could still carry two baskets of coal on a pole. His prestige and seniority in the village Everything is considered full.

When he died in the end, he was considered auspicious by the village and is still enshrined to this day.

Wen Yan put away his cell phone and handed the weapon to Hui Bu again. He really wanted to come over and fight, but he didn't give him a chance.

But looking at the old ghost's appearance when he finally dissipated, and then thinking about the ruins, Wen Yan felt that it was impossible to let the matter go.