I am your natural enemy

Wen Yan came here specially, in fact, he had some other ideas.

He wanted to compare and see what the difference was between the oppressive feeling he had felt when he flashed in the unit and the feeling he had in the Peach Blossom Land.

But the flash was not triggered yet, but this time when he entered the old ice storage, he had a different feeling.

After entering here, he could feel that the soul power on his body was slowly disappearing. That was the power naturally transformed from the sixth stone gate.

Moreover, after crossing the boundary of the old ice storage, the sixth stone gate entered a gray state, as if it was disconnected.

The relevant powers and abilities also seemed to have entered a state of being out of service. He could still feel the skeleton dog, but it was very slow.

The ghost warhorse was the same, and the perception was very slow, as if they were very far away, farther than a world.

Wen Yan knew before that there should be a power targeting the soul in the old ice storage. The moment the ghost crossed the line, it would dissipate on the spot. Ordinary people with souls would die on the spot if they entered here.

But now it seems that the specialness and scope of this place are far higher than expected.

This time, Wen Yan had a clear feeling. He just crossed a line, as if he had left the world. The coldness in the old icehouse was not only because it was cold.

Wen Yan had been to the underworld, the underworld, the dark island, the darkest corner of the wilderness, and the old dream. He could still distinguish the unique feeling that was completely different from the world.

Of course, the biggest problem was not these, but Wen Yan's identity of the dark xx. After entering here, it turned into an unusable gray.

This was a bit strange. Logically speaking, in this kind of place, this identity should be the most active.

After personally experiencing it, Wen Yan understood why the curator didn't want him to come to the unit.

One of the major possibilities was that the yang energy in his body was too heavy, which might cause some unnecessary changes.

He continued to patrol the old icehouse, and after confirming that there was no change, he came out of the old icehouse.

The moment he crossed the line, his steps paused slightly, as if he was suddenly hindered a little bit, not seriously, just like when he was walking on a flat road, the road surface suddenly became a steep slope, and the effort required suddenly increased.

He looked back and saw nothing, nor did he feel anything, just like the feeling before.

It was just that when he crossed the line this time, the feeling of leaving the old dream, leaving the underworld, was particularly strong.

He raised his head and looked forward, and saw in the mirror.

Looking out the window in the mirror along the mirror, what he saw was not the normal dark environment, but a burning flame, a kind of dark blue flame that Wen Yan was very familiar with, hanging all over the treetops and covering the buildings.

The flame burned quietly, the light was dim, but it was enough to illuminate the environment there. In the darkness, a large number of corpses that looked like insects covered the corners.

In the flames, an insect that looked like a headless cockroach, burning with dark blue flames all over its body, rushed into the mountains outside the funeral home and began to ignite the things there.

"If you look again, you will come in."

A voice came from a distance, and Wen Yan's attention was drawn back. He saw Lao Wang, the last generation guarding the old ice storage, saying something in the mirror, and the voice gradually weakened.

"Let's go quickly. If there is any change, don't stay in the unit. This is the only correct choice."

In the end, he could only see Lao Wang's mouth shape and could no longer hear the sound.

Wen Yan bowed his hands to express his gratitude and left the old ice storage quickly.

He walked out of the funeral home. When he walked to the middle of the yard, he blinked his eyes and the familiar flash appeared again.

This time, he felt it personally. He was not wrong. The blue flame burning here was the soul power lost from his body, the soul fire transformed from his yang energy.

In the dark world, the flame spread from the funeral home here and spread indiscriminately to the surroundings.

After slightly illuminating the environment here, he saw the old building of the former Decheng Funeral Home. The buildings of the previous generations that had been demolished were all here. He could also see the white wall with red words on the wall in the distance, which was very characteristic of the times.

"Promote cremation, save land, and protect forests."

The flames were carried by something and continued to spread.

Then the mountains surrounding the Decheng Funeral Home on three sides were all set on fire. Shrill screams, coupled with some sharp squeaking sounds, continued to sound here.

The familiar sense of oppression from those mountains was the same as always.

When Wen Yan wanted to see clearly what was on those mountains, he flashed again and returned to the normal world.

He was a little regretful and left the unit quickly.

When he arrived at the door of the unit and looked back, there was an indescribable sense of oppression in the unit in broad daylight, and that sense of oppression seemed to be transmitted directly from the other side.

Wen Yan recalled carefully that the sense of oppression here was obviously much stronger than what he felt in Taohuayuan before.

This feeling is a matter of level, and has nothing to do with the distance at the time of feeling.

He is sure that there must be some special and powerful creatures on the other side.

"Don't look, leave quickly, I've already said, if you are fine, take a rest. If you don't have enough leave, I will approve it for you. If you have something wrong, don't come to the unit..."

The curator pulled Wen Yan into the car. Before Wen Yan even buckled his seat belt, the curator wanted to stand up and step on the accelerator.

They walked out for only more than 200 meters when the ground suddenly shook.

Wen Yan looked back at the first moment and saw that under the bright daylight, the area where the Decheng Funeral Home was located seemed to have suddenly entered a dark state. The sun's rays turned into dim starlight when they entered there.

The dark blue flames gushed out from under the ground, and the surrounding mountains trembled. The flames continued to spurt out and spread in all directions.

However, after spreading out for more than 100 meters, all the flames began to shrink rapidly and returned to the range of the funeral home.

At the same time, some phantoms began to appear on some of the stored corpses and some of the strange objects in the ice coffins of the old ice storage.

The symbols representing the special power of the corpses and the phantoms of the strange objects all floated out of the ice coffins and flew into the depths of the old ice storage and disappeared.

The magical powers on those strange objects all dissipated.

Some strange objects that only relied on special powers to maintain their non-collapse were immediately like ancient objects buried underground for thousands of years, suddenly dug out and exposed to air and water vapor.

They all oxidized and dissipated, weathered and shattered, and their structures collapsed in a very short time.

The changes came quickly and disappeared quickly.

The old ice storage did not change much, even the glass was not broken, but the circle of separate ice coffin rooms outside collapsed in half.

There were obvious cracks in some places in the office building in the front yard, and there were traces of fire burning.

The curator stepped on the brakes, got out of the car, looked back, his eyes full of melancholy.

He felt around in the car, took out half a pack of cigarettes, and lit one.

"I knew it, I knew it..."

"..."

Wen Yan got out of the car and looked into the distance. He could still see the paper bricks on the outer wall of the office building falling down. After the front ones fell down, they fell down like dominoes, dragging down the outer decoration of the entire wall.

Wen Yan opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. He couldn't explain it clearly.

When he came here, he said something like rebuilding the building, which was really nonsense.

But looking at the curator's look, it was obvious that he was speaking the truth. He was really worried that the building would collapse.

"There are no customers in there, right?"

"What do you think?"

Wen Yan stopped talking. When would their unit have no customers?

Some customers were sent in the night before and lived in the separate ice coffin rooms in the yard first.

Wen Yan suddenly realized why none of those separate ice coffin rooms were built with bricks, but all were steel structures with lightweight sheds.

If those sheds collapsed, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to damage the pure steel shell ice coffins.

All the important places in the unit are one-story bungalows. Except for the old ice storage, only the office in the front yard is a multi-story building.

The curator took the phone and skillfully made several calls to close the road, cut off the power, water, and network, and block the whole process.

Then he asked relevant professionals to assess the damage.

After waiting for a few minutes, the curator calculated the time and breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Wen Yan didn't dare to speak, the curator comforted him in return.

"Don't worry too much, it's okay, the reaction this time is actually very small, not as good as before, five minutes later, there will generally be no reaction."

Wen Yan didn't dare to say anything else, this time it should really be related to him.

After 20 minutes, when some cars drove over, the curator explained a few words and didn't care about it anymore.

He came to the side of the car and motioned Wen Yan to get in.

"Do you want to know why?"

"Of course I want to know."

"Behind the line of the old ice storage, it is actually not the present world."

"I have a feeling."

"When we first discovered it, we thought that other places had eroded the present world.

Later, we found that it was not the case. That piece of land was swapped with the same piece of land on the other side.

The piece of land in the present world appeared on the other side.

Later, after a long period of research, the people in the Lieyang Department confirmed that building a funeral home here was the most appropriate way to maintain it.

As for why, I don't know, it's a secret.

Over the past few decades, this situation has only occurred two or three times.

It has been proven that this way of maintenance is very appropriate."

The curator saw that Wen Yan didn't seem to understand it very well, so he explained.

"You can't use today's perspective to look at the past few decades.

This time is a small scene, not even 10% of the last incident.

You magnify this incident ten times and put it in the context of the progress of the spiritual energy recovery thirty years ago.

You will understand why the Lieyang Department is so cautious about this place, and even dares not intervene in normal times.

Our unit does not belong to the Lieyang Department at all, and we only have a cooperative relationship with the Lieyang Department."

Hearing what the curator said, Wen Yan understood.

If it were based on the technological level of decades ago and the progress of the spiritual energy recovery at that time.

The situation here is indeed completely unsolvable.

The biggest ambition of the Lieyang Department is probably to keep this place as it is.

The curator started the car and took Wen Yan away from the unit.

When they arrived near his home, Wen Yan asked another question.

"Curator, why do I feel like you seem to relax all of a sudden?"

"I've been worried every day, but the knife on my head just won't fall. Now it finally falls. What's there to worry about? Get out of here. Don't let me see you near the office recently."

"..."

Wen Yan didn't dare to say anything. He used to say that everything was thrown on him, which was too outrageous. He was quite confident.

This time he really didn't have confidence. He saw with his own eyes that the power from him ignited the Lianshan fire.

The Decheng Funeral Home made a lot of noise. Even if the power, Internet, water and roads were cut off, it was impossible to hide the information.

When Wen Yan returned home, the news had already spread several times.

Luo Liang was hiding in the hotel. He took a shower and slept for a while. He really couldn't calm down. He took out his mobile phone and flipped through it. He found a previous message.

An affiliated hospital of a university in Yuzhou invited him to the hospital for exchanges. Of course, if he was willing to do two teaching operations, it would be great.

Luo Liang didn't agree before. After all, doing surgery here was pure effort.

Now he urgently needs to do two operations to calm his heart and calm down, so he replied that he could spare a day, but he didn't want to be too tired and afraid that it would affect his performance, so he could arrange up to six operations.

As soon as Luo Liang replied, the other party replied in seconds, saying that he could arrange it at any time, and it all depends on Luo Liang's time. Someone will be arranged to come and discuss the details with Luo Liang in person.

While he was resting, he received a spam advertisement message. After clicking it, he saw the message inside.

"Two cleared."

A few seconds after he finished reading it, the link was completely scrapped.

"Two cleared, you hammer, my troubles have just begun!"

Not long after, the doorbell rang, Luo Liang was a little puzzled, and when he opened the door, it was really someone from the hospital who came to communicate.

After he had a normal communication with the other party, he felt that this hospital was too impatient. How could they go to the hotel room to discuss things.

When he was about to send the other party away, who would have thought that the person who came closed the folder, took out another folder, and a certificate, and let Luo Liang take a look.

"Hello, Dr. Luo. I am the secretary of Deputy Minister Feng of the Lieyang Department of Yuzhou. Next, we need to go through some procedures. I hope you will cooperate."

Luo Liang immediately sat up straight with a serious face.

"Please speak. I will definitely cooperate with the organization."

"According to normal procedures, you should be sitting in the interrogation room now. If nothing unexpected happens, you will stay in the Suppression Detention Center for at least 30 years in your special situation.

But the expert we hired, Mr. Wen Yanwen, made a special report to the head of the headquarters and convinced the head of the headquarters that a suspended sentence can be implemented.

If there are no major problems in the follow-up investigation, you can continue to maintain your current identity.

Every year, you need to make routine reports to the Lieyang Department according to normal procedures, and if you go abroad for exchange and study, you also need to report.

In addition, under normal circumstances, there are no other problems.

After approval, we refer to Mr. Wen's suggestions and will put you in the Suppression Detention Center after you fall asleep, so that you can serve your normal sentence.

You know, rules are rules, and it is impossible to completely exempt from punishment."

The visitor introduced in a serious manner, and Luo Liang was stunned.

He was actually prepared to be punished. After all, merits are merits and faults are faults.

His contribution to the anorectal department is not small, but it cannot exempt him from the crime of attacking the escort vehicle of the Lieyang Department.

According to the rules, he was shot on the spot without any problem, and even the report did not need to be written by Wen Yan himself.

Now he knew that it was Wen Yan who was protecting him and came up with a solution that at least seemed to be the best of both worlds.

But, this is more than the best of both worlds, it is simply taking care of him.

When he fell into a deep sleep before, the thing he was most worried about was actually being dug out halfway.

A person who has been buried for decades is not decayed and has not yet turned into a corpse.

Being sliced ​​is a very normal thing.

This time when he woke up, he was almost sliced.

The thing he spent the most energy on was choosing a place to sleep.

What place to sleep can be safer than the suppression detention center?

For him, this is the safest place, and there is no other.

Luo Liang looked at the people from Lieyang tribe and was speechless for a long time. He had completely forgotten how to treat people and things in his daily life.

He came back to his senses only after the other party left. It was like a dream.

On the other side, Taohua Township people were also reporting to their boss as usual.

"...That's the thing. We didn't get the two rare items."

"You did a good job. You don't have to worry about the rest."

"Boss, I think the two rare items were definitely not destroyed in the explosion."

"Of course they couldn't be destroyed. I've got the latest news. He has put the items in the Decheng Funeral Home. The rest is beyond your control. You don't have to get involved in this matter."

"Okay, boss, there's one more thing. I recently had an opportunity to move to Decheng with an excuse. I was thinking, if I move there, will it be more convenient for me to do things?"

"Oh?"

"It's like this. Decheng has been constantly recruiting people recently. Companies and units, I got the news that two universities will set up branches there this year. I just have a chance to go there as a family member."

"That's perfect. You can arrange it yourself."

After the conversation, Taohuaxiangzhong sent a message to his wife.

"Didn't you mention before that there is a school recruiting people?"

"Yes, the salary is good, but the place is a bit far."

"It doesn't matter, I asked my acquaintances, it's good, you can try, I can still use your influence to try to get into the branch of a big company there."

Putting down the phone, Taohuaxiangzhong began to think about contacting Wen Yan.

Based on his understanding of his boss, his boss would not be so relaxed after an important thing completely failed.

He would not care, but he would not mention it twice without intervening, nor would he let him go to Decheng so easily.