I am your natural enemy

"Hey..."

Wen Yan stood on the side of the road, squeezed his throat and spit out something, and his twisted expression relaxed.

The feeling was so uncomfortable. I had a strong sense of nausea, but I just felt like I couldn't vomit anything out. Instead, I felt like I was being vomited in reverse.

It actually feels better to actually spit something out.

He put away his cell phone and stood on the roadside rubbing his head. The field worker next to him looked confused and handed him a bottle of water.

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay." Wen Yan rinsed his mouth and didn't explain.

He glanced at the field workers and said nothing, nor did he let them take a look at the picture.

The Lieyang Department's manpower is indeed insufficient, but that doesn't mean there are fewer people. They are spread across every county in China. There are branches in counties and branches in states. The total number of people is definitely quite large.

If there had always been no problems, or if the problems were not serious, then the higher-ups would not have agreed to set up a dedicated sanitation and cleaning office.

The reason why I agreed so quickly is that there must have been discussions or intentions in this regard.

Wen Yan, who has no long-term field experience and is not even very clear about field rules, understands that the field worker who died before was probably doing private work. How could others not understand?

Now he was sorting through the memories in his mind, recalling that he also met a person who might be a grassroots field worker in that temple.

The standard vest that the guy is wearing is not an ordinary piece of clothing. It can be worn by anyone who wants to. The code of each large banknote embedded in it is recorded. If it is damaged during the task, you can reapply, but the original It also needs to be recycled.

If you have this thing and dare to wear it directly, you can definitely be working in the field.

Wen Yan drank water and stood there for a while to digest these memories again.

One thing can basically be verified. The original Ghost God of Wealth is really a native of China, and someone is really colluding with outsiders.

At the beginning, Chaofeng wanted to open up the situation as soon as possible and extract benefits by killing the goose that lay eggs. On the other side, there were also some people who wanted to use Chaofeng's hands to verify some things.

In those brief conversations, Wen Yan figured out a lot of things.

The guy said that if someone has succeeded, it should not be referring to the ghost god of wealth.

If he is a ghost god of wealth, why bother to conduct any experiments.

Of course, there are other possibilities. Without knowing the inside story, Wen Yan dare not draw any conclusions.

His face didn't look good, and he didn't say anything after getting in the car, as if he wasn't feeling well.

Returning to the place where he came from, he directly said that Ah Piao had been solved and he was leaving first, and left directly.

After coming out of the barren tomb and returning to Guanzhong County, Wen Yan immediately found a place by himself and first recalled and recorded the conversations he still remembered, word for word.

If he had experienced it himself, he might not have been able to record it verbatim.

Just like the content of his previous chat with Prince Zhu at Prince Zhu's place, if he was asked to tell him, he could only roughly describe what they talked about at that time, but if he were really asked to repeat it, it would be impossible to repeat it verbatim.

But now these memories gave him the feeling of being extra loaded, giving him a sense of alienation. Instead, he could recall all the details bit by bit.

After recording it, Wen Yan asked the black box to smash all the conversations he recorded and store a copy.

He tried to ask the black box to reassemble the previously broken records. After taking a look, there was no problem, and Wen Yan was relieved.

The black box performed his task perfectly. Instead of understanding it, it was like directly smashing a piece of paper that originally recorded things into powder, and smashing it into something that even the black box could not understand.

What the black box remembers is only each meaningless fragment. The initial position is like a string of tens of millions of digits, but it is meaningless in itself. When the powder of a piece of paper is reassembled according to the password, , will the originally carried information appear.

Wen Yan used the black box in the first place to avoid the existence of "people" and avoid triggering certain things. If no one knew about it, there would be no leakage.

In desperation, I tried it directly, and it was indeed useful.

No matter who or what the power is, it is clear that according to its rules, a piece of paper that is smashed into hundreds of thousands, or even millions of parts will be classified as destroyed.

This is because he underestimated the computing power and underestimated the power of technology. What Wen Yan asked the black box to record, no matter how much it was crushed, would only be a few megabytes or more than a dozen megabytes in size when stored in a storage device.

If you have prepared the program in advance and are fully prepared, you can operate it with one click.

The most difficult thing is just what Wen Yan said. Black Box can understand it instantly and complete it in the best way.

After Wen Yan finished recording, he took his phone and looked at it again. In the database of the Lieyang Department, there were only A Piao killing people. After pushing it, Wen Yan came to solve A Piao's records, but he could trace the identity of the old A Piao. The records are gone.

He asked Black Box to look for it, but Black Box said it didn't exist.

Wen Yan made a mental note that he didn't know how this person or thing's ability worked, nor what the triggering conditions were, but the relevant records could be flushed out after being triggered.

Whether it is remembered by people, written on paper, or stored in a computer.

Wen Yan felt that the word "wash" was appropriate. He saw rain at that time. Under the wash of the heavy rain, everything that should have been seen turned into smoke and was washed away.

And that should be the last thing Lao Piao wanted to tell him, the most critical clue.

Because after the last scene of Lao Ah Piao disappeared, he also disappeared.

Judging from the rules implemented by Lao A'Piao, after he completes the transmission, those memories will dissipate, and he will also think that he has completed what he wanted to do. He was killed by the thing itself, completely disappeared, and his soul was scattered.

Now Wen Yan feels that the previous judgment of Lieyang Department is actually correct, and both speculations are not wrong.

Lao Apiao did want revenge, but not to seek revenge from the Lieyang Department.

The path he took was the path he had taken before. He just wanted to find the Lieyang Department, find a person who could make the decision, and tell the other party the most critical information.

Now his temple has been bombed and the temple god has been wiped out.

All he had to do was to take the temple gods that those people gave him to be buried with him.

No matter what his motives are, if he really meets someone who can make the decision, and knows these things, he can't pretend not to know or care about them.

Wen Yan's thoughts swirled and he tried several times, but now he was sure of another thing.

The washout that Lao Apiao encountered, the relevant key information was washed away and disappeared completely. This is not a permanent effect.

Afterwards, if there are still people who can remember it, it will not be affected.

But the difficulty is that after the washout, no one remembers it, and the records are gone, so how can they still remember it?

This is a shortcoming that is not a shortcoming.

But think about it, if it can continue to work, the power required and the price you need to pay will be on a completely different level.

Wen Yan had mixed thoughts, but in the end he endured it and didn't call or say anything.

He felt that he had to play it safe for two days and pretend that he had already been tricked.

He wanted to try and see if the people who did these things knew that he already knew.

After all, he felt at the time that someone had vomited directly into his mind, and the recovered memories seemed to be extra loaded, giving him a sense of alienation that he had not seen with his own eyes.

If what he felt was realistic, then someone really "vomited" those lost memories back into his mind.

If it's purely a feeling, then the people who do these things don't know and haven't washed them away.

Anyway, just wait for two days, and Wen Yan will take the equipment with him when he goes out.

Back at Prince Zhu's manor, Wen Yan was a little absent-minded and looked uncomfortable.

Seeing Wen Yan come back so soon, Prince Zhu knew that the matter had been solved and there was no difficulty, but looking at Wen Yan's face, something didn't seem right.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just vomited once."

"Hey, this bitch of a profiteer dares to cheat even Ah Piao. Why is beef so cheap?" Prince Zhu slapped his thigh and wanted to talk to someone on the spot.

"..."

Wen Yan sighed helplessly and waved his hand.

"Prince Zhu, it has nothing to do with the beef, it's just that I don't feel comfortable."

Prince Zhu looked at Wen Yan and frowned slightly.

Wen Yan is a serious warrior, with strong internal Qi, surging Qi and blood, and a strong internal and external balance without being dry. This physique has higher resistance than ordinary people in all aspects.

His immunity is very strong, but it is not simply that his immunity is too strong, but that his body has reached a strong balance inside and outside. Generally, it is difficult to break this balance with headaches and brain fever.

"Come here, let me help you take a look."

"Prince Zhu, when did you learn how to feel your pulse?"

"No, but I know something else."

Prince Zhu grabbed one of Wen Yan's hands, and the yin energy from his body began to slowly spread out, slowly covering Wen Yan's body.

"Don't resist, I can't bear your resistance."

The soft yin energy overflowing from Prince Zhu gradually enveloped Wen Yan, and the yin energy began to rhythm, gradually harmonizing with the fluctuations of Wen Yan's breath.

The moment they were completely coordinated, Prince Zhu felt what Wen Yan was feeling at the moment, that very nauseating feeling. After just vomiting, he felt a little better, but still uncomfortable.

His hand on Wen Yan's arm also retracted instantly.

After a short pause, Prince Zhu reached out again and grabbed Wen Yan's arm.

"Don't go there these days. Stay here and take good care of yourself. Otherwise, if you tell the truth, you'll get a bad stomach while you're here.

I finally got excited and braised some beef myself.

If this spreads out, you, a warrior, will eat up and vomit, and no one will dare to eat the food I made in the future.

I'll make some soup for you later. "

Prince Zhu couldn't tolerate Wen Yan's refusal and rushed out of the house in a rage.

He rushed all the way to a room inside, saw Lao Zhu's tablet, and immediately knelt in front of it.

At this time, Prince Zhu couldn't bear it anymore. He gritted his teeth, widened his eyes, and his whole body was trembling.

After calming down his violent emotions for a while, he kowtowed several times to the memorial tablet.

"I have been grateful to you for protecting me for so many years.

Now, finally, I'm finally in the same situation again. "

Here, in front of Lao Zhu's memorial tablet, Prince Zhu could no longer hold back or suppress his emotions.

After a few minutes, he calmed down a little.

He stood up, took a clean new towel from the side, wiped the memorial tablet for Lao Zhu, and finally burned three sticks of incense and kowtowed three times.

Prince Zhu came to the kitchen in person, took out a casserole and cooked some sweet soup.

The so-called sweet soup is actually to break up the ordinary flour with water, stir it with a little force, and mix it into a state that is thicker than old yogurt but not lumpy. Then pour it into the boiling water and stir it up quickly.

The final product is like boiled porridge, with some smooth and tender things inside, like fish in slurry, with a smooth and tender texture.

Prince Zhu asked the cook to get out of the way, and he did the whole process himself, looking very serious.

After it was done, he added some brown sugar to the pot. He held the spoon himself, with a calm and serious expression, and was very patient. He turned on the minimum fire and stirred slowly with a spoon to prevent the pot from getting stuck.

That year, when he was still young and uncomfortable, his grandfather reprimanded his father and came to cook him a bowl of sweet soup. He watched from the sidelines, watching as he heard people say that he was very fierce every day. The very scary grandpa cooks a bowl of sweet soup very patiently.

This was the thing that impressed him most, far more than anything else.

Even after death, the first thing I recall is still this incident.

Prince Zhu cooked the sweet soup and came to Wen Yan with a casserole. Looking at Wen Yan who looked confused, he put down the pot.

"Drink some while it's still warm. You'll feel much better."

Wen Yan took the bowl and filled it with a bowl. The first bite he took was a bit surprising.

"Sweet soup?"

"kindness."

The warm mouthful is slightly sweet and has a unique taste of brown sugar.

But, this seems to be something you would eat when you have diarrhea, right?

Wen Yan didn't ask. After a few mouthfuls, he did feel better. The nausea and awkwardness were gradually being subsided by the warmth in his belly.

"Is this just an ordinary sweet soup?"

Seeing that the effect seemed to be immediate, Wen Yan couldn't help but asked.

"Yes, I cooked it myself. When I was a child, I drank this when I felt sick."

Prince Zhu replied casually, and he also took a small bowl and filled it with a bowl.

The two of them gathered around the small table, like two sick patients, each holding a small bowl.

"Don't tell anyone that you vomited after eating my beef."

"..."

"I'll be cultivating here for the past two days."

Prince Zhu left these words and left with the casserole.

No matter how slow Wen Yan was, he still noticed that something was wrong with Prince Zhu. He could feel the feeling of being suppressed.

After eating, Wen Yan touched his belly. The ordinary sweet soup seemed to have an unexpectedly good effect. As time passed, the nauseating feeling became weaker and weaker.

He walked out of the house, and as soon as he saw Feng Wei, Feng Wei smiled apologetically.

"The prince specifically told me that you are not feeling well and that you should rest here for two days. I am not allowed to send you away."

After Feng Wei finished speaking, he left quickly.

"Well……"

Wen Yan was a little stunned, looking at Tong Si who was inseparable from Feng Weimeng.

"Tong Si, don't leave yet, I have something to do with you."

"You said, there is nothing else I can say except sending you away."

"Look at me, can you see anything strange?"

Tong Si blinked her eyes, and her pupils turned into double pupils. After just one glance, she couldn't help but rub her slightly sore eyes.

"There's nothing strange. The yang energy is stronger and more restrained than before."

"Okay, that's okay."

Wen Yan conveniently blessed Tong Si with yang energy, and also blessed Feng Wei.

He returned to the yard, pulled out a deck chair, and lay on it.

Okay, I won't leave if I don't let you go. It just so happens that he also wants to rest for two days and take it easy for two days.

When Feng Yao called, Wen Yan said that he had received an automatic push notification on his cell phone. He happened to be a guest at Prince Zhu's place, so he went over to solve it. It was nothing major. Although Ah Piao was a bit troublesome, he happened to be the professional counterpart.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yan continued to lie down.

On the other side, Prince Zhu came to the room where Lao Zhu's tablet was enshrined.

He was holding a tray with a pen, an inkstone, a stick of ink, and a small dish of water.

He placed the things he was carrying in front of him and knelt three times and nine times in front of Lao Zhu's memorial tablet. He continued to kneel until noon the next day.

At three quarters of noon, when the yang energy was at its strongest, he kowtowed, picked up the ink stick, and began to sharpen the ink. Then he took the pen, dipped it in ink, and came to Lao Zhu's tablet.

"I have been under your protection for many years. He personally brought your memorial tablet back from the underworld. He is also a great favor to me. I can't ignore anything I say. I am unworthy of my descendants. I have taken matters into my own hands today. Please forgive me."

Prince Zhu stretched out his hand and lightly touched the tablet from bottom to top. He saw that the row of words on the front was lifted up like a curtain, and there were three other words below.

Of those three characters, I can only clearly see that the first one is Zhu, and the next two are a bit blurry and cannot be seen clearly.

Prince Zhu knew this a long time ago, so he closed his eyes the moment it was unveiled, and then uncovered this layer as well.

The next layer below is blank.

He held a writing brush in his hand and wrote the word "Wen Yan" on it.

The moment those two words fell on them, they dried up, as if they were printed on them.

Prince Zhu put down the first two layers again, and the tablet returned to its original appearance. It was Lao Zhu's tablet.

The name on the second level is his own name.

So no one knows his specific origins. Everyone knows that he is from the Lao Zhu family, but no one knows who he is.

Of course, no one paid much attention to this matter.

At the end of the day, there is no completely reliable detailed figure on how many people there are in the Lao Zhu family. We only know that there are a lot of them.

There is such a person who is not familiar to everyone and calls himself Lao Zhu's family. In fact, everyone has a tacit understanding and doesn't ask.

His name is Prince Zhu, but in fact, people who know a little bit think that Prince Zhu was probably not canonized as a prince at all during his lifetime.

At this time, go and get to the bottom of it, aren’t you just hitting people in the face?

There is no deep hatred, but to be so angry?

Even the Lieyang Department never asked or checked. It was really unnecessary, let alone offending people blindly.

It's a pity that no one knows that Prince Zhu's name is under Lao Zhu's tablet and is protected by Lao Zhu's tablet.

When the entire manor suddenly fell into the underworld, Wen Yan took the initiative to bring Lao Zhu's tablet without asking. Prince Zhu always remembered this.

If it hadn't been for Wen Yan, Prince Zhu would never have gotten back Lao Zhu's tablet in his next life.

What was lost along with it was his name.

If it weren't for Wen Yan, his name would have been completely lost and would never be found again.

After Prince Zhu finished all this, he kowtowed several times respectfully.

It is true that he does not know how to take pulses or treat patients, but he can feel that this is just a by-product of his abilities. When he collects other people's names, he relies on these abilities.

After feeling Wen Yan's feelings, he was shocked.

Because he had felt exactly the same way.

The Lieyang tribe didn't know who he was, no one knew him, but he seemed to know many people and knew many things about the old ghost, which was normal.

Because everything he once had has been erased.

The year he was born, he was pronounced dead.

Because he was born with supernatural powers, he was in the state of a child and didn't understand anything. If he caused some trouble, in order to protect him, he was declared dead at an early age.

Later, he was still targeted.

Everything about him has been erased, no one remembers him, there is no record.

When he almost forgot who he was, he saw a person that everyone was afraid of and said to him.

"We want to see what else can be changed about this damn thing and let it be changed."

Then, his name was recorded on the inner layer, and Lao Zhu's name was on the outer layer.

Obviously, no matter what the hell it is, it is absolutely impossible to have the power to shake Lao Zhu's name.

If you want to shake Lao Zhu's name, it will be more difficult than directly overthrowing the original dynasty.

Later, Lao Zhu did a lot of things, killed a lot of people, killed a lot of inhumans, broke the tiger's backbone, trampled a lot of things, and left no record of the tiger.

Even when he was already diving downhill, he stepped on the accelerator hard and crushed a lot of inhumans to pieces in one breath.

Oh, basically in the same era, there was another thing that the demons would never forget in ten thousand years.

Jiazi is a demon.

Many things happened at that time, and Prince Zhu's incident was just a very inconspicuous one among them, so inconspicuous that there was no record.

Prince Zhu knelt in front of Lao Zhu's tablet and waited quietly.

He knew that there might be something among the pile of things that had been smashed into pieces that had survived the end of the law, and was now beginning to recover.

The bad news is that his enemy back then was not completely dead, but now he has revived.

The good news is that there are only two possibilities for this bitch to revive now. Either he has a physical body like Suicune, is suppressed, and is just sleeping. He has endured the years and is still not dead.

Obviously, this is impossible.

Or, the bitch who harmed him back then was not crushed to pieces, but was only able to survive with only one breath left. Only in this way could he recover so early.

It can affect Wen Yan when Wen Yan is working on a case, so he must not have just recovered now.

This only shows that this bitch was beaten very badly back then and almost died completely.

This time, he took action again, which only meant that he had to do this. If he didn't, he would be dug out. In this era, if he was dug out, he would be close to death.