I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 971 - 353: A Grievance as Vast as the Sky, Shattered Mindset

Moreover, those paper money are all consumables.

Having a place to exchange two kinds of paper money actually, in some way, stabilizes the local Ghosts. They have more options when they have affairs to handle.

After this was recorded, the Scorching Sun Department of Binhai County never bothered again.

Another reason is there aren’t many Ghosts in Binhai County, not even a fraction of those in Guanzhong County.

Wen Yan checked the records. Oh, he was initially just planning to fish something out, create a situation, and preferably catch a God of Wealth willing to cooperate as a point of comparison.

Unexpectedly, after making a round, there truly was someone who, not knowing how he was cornered, dared to self-destruct just to kill that God of Wealth at the village entrance.

The exposure of that small temple, which the Scorching Sun Department had already relaxed their guard against, indeed felt like a self-detonation.

Isn’t this reckless?

Wen Yan pondered for a moment, glanced at the map to check the distance from that small temple to Fuyu Temple, and decided to go personally.

This guy dares to squat so close to Fuyu Mountain. He must have some sense of what’s permissible and what’s not.

Half an hour later, Wen Yan took the Nether Path and arrived at Binhai County, near the seashore, beside a small hill behind a fishing village, stood a small temple.

Upon arrival, Wen Yan saw the indistinct features on the crudely sculpted statue in the temple begin to emit a thin layer of black smoke.

"My name is Zhou Xiaorong." The Ghost Wealth God, seeing Wen Yan, just sensing that terrible and restrained Yang Energy, knew who it was, and promptly introduced himself.

His year-long efforts and accumulation turned to ashes, throwing his mind into chaos.

"Wen Yan, it seems you’ve heard of me."

"Wen Yan of Fuyu Mountain, how could I not have heard of you here."

"Tell me, I’m a bit interested in what you mentioned."

"I’m currently a Ghost Wealth God, and I’m not the only one. As far as I know, there are likely over a hundred in the Divine Land.

You can ask me anything, and I will tell you.

As long as you get rid of that guy!"

As he spoke, Zhou Xiaorong’s expression turned somewhat ferocious, and the black smoke began to billow.

Wen Yan merely glanced at him and thought to himself, what a deep-seated grudge.

"May I ask what exactly happened between you before?

Don’t misunderstand, as long as I confirm your actions aren’t among those we target.

I’m not fond of this kind of transaction."

"You’re unwilling?" Zhou Xiaorong had already decided to go all out; does Wen Yan want to raise the stakes?

"No, you misunderstood, even without the deal, I will still go deal with that guy.

It’s because what he did falls within the target area, and I greatly dislike it.

I prefer if we might cooperate instead.

At least for now, I find your actions within an acceptable range.

As long as you haven’t been involved in capturing Life Souls or persecuting innocent Ghosts.

Then we can cooperate.

Do you think it’s better to be a Ghost Wealth God hiding in a stinking ditch, living day by day?

Or to be a safe, internal bank shopkeeper for the Ghosts?"

When Wen Yan said these words, Zhou Xiaorong immediately caught the key point.

Looking at Wen Yan’s smiling face, he realized that Wen Yan knew a lot about the Ghost Wealth Gods.

He was shocked; had the Ghost Wealth God already been exposed?

Or had the Scorching Sun Department known all along and was planning a big move?

As Zhou Xiaorong was contemplating this, he suddenly saw Wen Yan reach out and grab the statue.

The intense Yang Energy seemed to have a hint of flames burning inside, and Zhou Xiaorong was involuntarily drawn out from the statue by Wen Yan, turning into a condensed black smoke, held in Wen Yan’s hands.

"Consider this a token of sincerity. Now you should be sure that I can deal with that guy anytime, right?"

Wen Yan casually tossed Zhou Xiaorong back into the statue.

Zhou Xiaorong’s heart was pounding wildly; he felt firsthand that in Wen Yan’s hands, he was completely overpowered and had no time to react.

But immediately after, he was overjoyed. Good, good, good, as long as that Ghost Wealth God can be handled.

He now feared not being able to eliminate the Ghost Wealth God.

He no longer wanted to continue living.

Zhou Xiaorong proactively talked about his vendetta with the village entrance Ghost Wealth God, becoming worthless after a year of hard work and meticulous efforts; he wanted to delete his account.

As Wen Yan listened, his expression grew increasingly peculiar. He was sure the village entrance Ghost Wealth God did not intentionally dabble in foul Qi, but polluting other Ghost Wealth Gods was definitely deliberate.

If Zhou Xiaorong hadn’t mentioned it, Wen Yan wouldn’t have dreamt of such a method to create a mortal enemy.

"I need more information, such as that of other Ghost Wealth Gods, and for example, where you’re based."

"I don’t know where that place is either, just an endless night wilderness, heavy with Yin Qi, unlike the present world, possibly a certain Domain.

There is a grand hall in the center, like a game, where you can exchange things.

There’s no one there, but I spent over a year visiting daily.

I can be absolutely certain the place is not entirely following some automatic evolution rules.

There are signs of artificial tampering, a month ago, the bias changed once."

Zhou Xiaorong paused here.

"I feel that the person capable of influencing that bias is not in the Divine Land, but in Nanyang.

In the past year, the three times the bias shifted match almost exactly with major events in Nanyang.

A month ago, a tsunami hit Nanyang, killing many people.

After that day, the value of Ghosts and Life Souls in exchanges dropped significantly.

Items that could be exchanged with a portion of Sacrificial Paper Money and a part of the Ghost Bead can now only be acquired with Sacrificial Paper Money.

But events in the Divine Land do not lead to biased changes."

As Wen Yan listened to Zhou Xiaorong, he could not help but look at this guy differently. No wonder he could grind so hard and have the patience to exchange for Sacrificial Paper Money.

"What do you need so much Sacrificial Paper Money for?"

"I want to exchange for a body, an identity that allows normal activity."

Hearing this, Wen Yan smiled.

"Is there a possibility that what you want might be easier to get from the Scorching Sun Department?"

"The Scorching Sun Department won’t permit transactions involving bodies."

"Is it possible that someone with a valid ID doesn’t necessarily have to be made of flesh and blood?"

"..." Zhou Xiaorong froze in place, his mindset crumbling further. What was his year-long effort worth?