I am your natural enemy

Wen Yan didn't dare to reach out and touch the broken iron piece inserted in the breastplate. Just looking at the style, it was just an ordinary piece of broken iron covered with rust, just like the scrap iron weighed in the recycling station.

But the edges, the general shape, and even the natural lines on the rust made Wen Yan feel a little familiar.

He thought carefully about the similar things he had seen or had in his hands.

Soon he thought of something. When Lao Meng was surrounded and killed in Europa, he rushed into the void directly without coordinates. He dared to take risks, and the people chasing him naturally didn't dare.

In the absence of coordinates, Lao Meng used his talent and various things in his collection as coordinates to appear directly near his home, and even brought the little bat.

In order to make up for the debt, Lao Meng gave him two things, one was a big seal, and the other was a pile of broken iron pieces.

According to Lao Meng, the seal is auspicious and the broken iron is a curse. He almost died because of his greed for treasures. In addition, his identity made him unable to control himself. He was eventually affected and almost died.

He was able to survive in the end because he still had a seal in his hand, which was a great auspicious thing, which gave him a glimmer of hope.

Of course, this is Lao Meng's own statement. He believes it very much, so he gave both of the two extremely valuable things to Wen Yan to pay off his debts.

At that time, Wen Yan still remembered that he came into contact with the broken iron, relying on the reverse scale of King Guilong to block the charm hidden in the broken iron.

He never figured out what it was, and there was no hint, so he kept it with the seal, collected it and suppressed it, and thought about it later.

This time, when he saw the broken iron inserted in the breastplate, he looked left and right, and it was almost the same as the broken iron that Lao Meng had used to pay off his debts.

If it was really this thing, with such terrible power, Wen Yan felt that it seemed reasonable.

Lao Meng said that this thing was once an extremely powerful treasure, and it was broken because it was too strong. The current state is just because it is still in the state of recovery.

If it is really the same thing, Wen Yan now really believes Lao Meng's boasting.

This time, the delay of the prompt cannot be without reason. It must be that when this fragment exploded, even his prompts could be forcibly interfered with, or even suppressed, causing the prompt to be delayed.

Think about it again, the Daxiang Seal can suppress the curse of the fragment, and the Xiangrui Seal comes from the period of Emperor Guangwu.

Maybe the reason for arousing the power in this fragment is really because of the identity of the Han envoy.

Of course, it may also be that the identity of the Death Knight is also extremely hateful.

Wen Yan rummaged in his bag and found a thickened and reinforced double-sealed bag that he always carries with him. Then he raised his hand, and Huibu automatically pulled out the Chunjun mace, and knocked it down hard, knocking off the broken iron pieces inserted on the breastplate.

Wen Yan took the sealed bag and caught it, and put two more on it. After he could no longer feel anything, he put it away.

As for the mask, he didn't dare to wear it.

He took off the worn-out armor, let Gray Cloth put it on, and continued to move forward.

He thought he would deal with the souls he had just seen, and maybe he would have to fight with the werewolves here first.

Unexpectedly, the two souls that he had just seen through the mask, which were obviously stronger than ordinary people, quietly retreated in his perception.

When he came to the wooden house in the forest, he saw a thick and big thing on the wooden stake used for chopping wood in front of the door. It was suspected to be a mobile phone, and Sam's voice came from it.

"Bro, are you here?"

"It's me..." Wen Yan looked at this thing that was bigger than the satellite phone he had seen, and he didn't react for a while. This thing was actually a phone.

He also forgot that Sam might call back in advance to say something. It's not that the aliens don't know how to use the phone.

"I forgot to tell you that my friends are here to help me look after the house. I just called them and told them that you can just go in.

You can use the part above the ground at will. The second and third rooms on your left are guest rooms. You can use them at will.

The first room on the right is a secret room I built specially. It has all the shielding methods I know of, which you may need.

You can use all the disposable mobile phones in the box with the phone number on the shelf at will. Remember to destroy them after use."

"Sam, is everything going well over there? Do you need help?"

"No, no, no, I am very familiar with this area. I have arranged everything and left. I will come here soon. Don't worry. If I can't get there within an hour, I will call you. If there is no call, then you should leave there quickly and go to another safe house on the map."

"Okay, thank you."

Wen Yan heard the busy tone, pressed the physical button and hung up the phone.

On the other side, Sam hung up the phone and drove on the country road.

The werewolf friend who had just helped him look after the house called him and said that there was a guy who made them feel creepy and could make them shudder even though they were far away.

Something in the wooden house was triggered and took the initiative to attack the man, but was blocked by the other party. They gave Sam a warning and prepared to retreat.

Sam told them that this was his friend and asked them not to care and just retreat.

Sam thought about what was in the safe house that could be triggered by the Death Knight, but he couldn't think of it.

Now he could only go back and talk about it. It was good that the people were fine, and it didn't matter if the safe house was destroyed.

Although his teacher gave him many bad memories, he did teach him how to survive.

The first wooden house he built with his own hands and spent a lot of energy and enthusiasm was burned down by his teacher.

He still remembers that feeling. Since then, the destruction of the safe house has no longer affected his mentality.

He will never show up here again. In order to get something back, he has to go back to the safe house when he knows there is danger.

He had made it a habit not to put anything he couldn't throw away in a safe house that he expected to be destroyed from the beginning.

Just like these years, he will not be bewitched by some magic books, nor will he blindly believe in authority. Step by step into the abyss for knowledge, because he has worked hard for three years for knowledge, magic, rituals, spells, etc. The accent I learned turned out to be a big trap.

I stepped into a pit that I will never forget for the rest of my life. At least it was not fatal that time, and I will not become a slave to spells, magic, and magic books.

It's just that this memory is indeed not very good.

On the other side, a helicopter flew over to the half-destroyed safe house where Sam summoned Wen Yan.

A guy in black robes with a cross hanging on his chest, who looked like a priest, got off the helicopter.

Behind him, there were three more people, two of whom were obvious combatants, and the third one was wearing prison uniform, with his hands and feet bound by chains.

When they arrived at the wooden house, the priest looked gloomy. Two security personnel went in first to check and confirmed that there was no problem before the priest led the people in.

Arriving at the basement, where there were still some traces of the summoning ritual, the priest reached out and touched it, but there was no power left.

He turned around and looked at the man in prison uniform.

"Have you thought about it? If you sincerely repent, your sins will be forgiven and you will be allowed to go to heaven."

"I've thought about it, and I sincerely repent." The man in prison uniform turned pale. He would rather take a chance and fight for this opportunity.

Especially after he actually saw the devil.

The priest nodded.

The man in prison uniform knelt on the ground, clenched his fists, lowered his head and chanted scriptures continuously.

The priest stood behind him and stretched out his hand to touch his head.

"When I ask you to look up, just look up and tell me what you saw. When everything is over, your soul will be purified and you will no longer have to worry about falling into hell."

The priest said this several times in a row, then opened a book, took out some things from it, placed them next to him, and then took out a candle and placed it behind the man in prison uniform.

As the candle was lit, a flame began to ignite on the man's body. When the man felt something strange, the flame suddenly turned into a faint blue.

The priest also shouted behind him.

"Look up! What do you see?"

The man with his head lowered suddenly raised his head when he heard the words, but his body did not move, and his soul raised his head.

His soul has been ignited, and using it as fuel will bring about some unspeakable power.

The man looked forward with his soul burning.

"I...I saw the flames all over the sky, and there seemed to be a knight covered in gray smoke in the flames..."

But as he looked, he saw a stream of light flying towards the knight.

After the stream of light hit the knight, the whole world turned into a strong wind, and everything in its path collapsed and dissipated.

The flames that filled the sky were blown out, and the figure of the knight also disappeared in the wind.

The man's soul wailed, and his eyes turned into hollows. He could no longer see anything, and there was only pure nothingness left in his eyes.

His soul, which was already weakening rapidly, quickly dissipated in the flames.

The priest stood there with a sullen face, calmly watching the man's soul completely dissipate, and then made a gesture on his chest.

"His soul has been purified and he no longer has to worry about falling into hell."

However, before he could put away the strange candle, flames were already burning outside the wooden house.

The priest took a whiff and his expression changed slightly.

"Holy Oil! Let's go!"

They rushed out of the sea of ​​fire in embarrassment, each with some burn marks on their bodies.

The ruins of the wooden house were burning from the outside to the inside. There were not only holy oils inside, but also some things from the devil. Whoever came would ignite the corresponding things.

Not far away, the priest looked ugly.

"This must be a stronghold created by evil devils or their followers.

The evil being that was summoned should have been killed.

But the angel from the Inquisition also disappeared and did not return.

Something must have happened.

What is the strongest local official force? Who controls it?

Have them investigate the people who have been nearby recently. "

A guard behind the priest had a flash of embarrassment on his face.

"Father, this is a place close to Florida. The main force here is not controlled by people from our sect.

Moreover, there has been a bit of chaos in Florida recently, with fierce sectarian fighting. Coupled with official officials, several factions are taking advantage of the opportunity to do things.

We...may not be able to mobilize too much power here to deal with this matter. "

"An angel is missing!" The priest looked ugly.

The guard did not dare to continue speaking, as it would be disrespectful to say more.

The issue of sects has always been very complicated, and within Robin, on the surface, they believe in freedom, but in fact, no one can be offended, and you all can do what you want.

But in actual implementation, let alone at the national level of Robin, it is a mess at the level of each state.

There will be fierce fighting between neighboring states, especially after the Dawn of the Gods, when many things have begun to be exposed.

With sharp weapons in hand, the desire to kill is naturally more intense.

The situation at the moment is more complicated. The location here is special, and it is difficult to find local official forces, or it is difficult to find stronger forces to assist them.

On the other side, Wen Yan was standing in front of the wooden house in the forest, observing the traces on the ground.

Following the small holes pierced in the trees, he went back and found an inconspicuous small hole on the ground.

It is called a hole, but it is only half a centimeter high and four or five centimeters wide. The inside looks relatively smooth. It should be left when the piece of broken iron flew out.

Counting the trees that were pierced along the way, the kinetic energy of the broken iron at that time was completely unreasonable.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and changed his identity, so that the power contained in the broken iron piece dissipated, leaving only the residual kinetic energy.

Entering the wooden house, he found the entrance to the basement. When he entered the basement, he saw the traces left on the basement wall. The broken iron piece flew out from the ground, penetrated the stone wall, and then penetrated the thick ground.

He looked at it and found that the broken iron piece should have been placed in a lead box before. There was no other protection on the surface. Sam should not care much about this thing.

Wen Yan found the guest room Sam mentioned and the shielding room.

The so-called shielding room is equivalent to a room in a fast hotel. Although it is simple, it has everything it should have, and even has many sets of various clothes.

Even the door is similar to the structure of the sterile ward in the hospital, with two doors, ensuring that there will be no leakage due to opening and closing the door.

As expected of a senior exorcist, he is extremely well prepared.

At this point, Wen Yan let Huibu let Lucy go, let Lucy wash her face, eat something, and then lie on the bed and fall asleep.

Wen Yan left the gray cloth and asked it to guard here. He went outside to pack up first.

The ghost horse liked the new skin very much and begged Wen Yan to leave the new skin.

Wen Yan had no choice. The ghost horse was not very intelligent, just like a child. It was rare for it to wear new clothes, which might be out of print. He couldn't say no.

But how to carry such a big thing was a problem. Wen Yan could only use the tools left by Sam here, take out some gold from the gold ring, and start trying to add something to the new skin of the ghost horse.

This skeleton was originally left by an outsider who fell into the sea of ​​dead souls. It was one of the very few things that could be taken out of the sea of ​​dead souls.

Unfortunately, it was too ostentatious and had few places to be used.

Taking out the mobile phone, there was no signal underground. Wen Yan lit a candle, made things while waiting for Sam, and also waiting for the family to prepare.

Soon, Wen Yan finished the inlay, and then disassembled the skeleton body of the ghost horse. After trying, it could be taken away.

He took away the ghost horse and put its body into a jade pendant.

When he came to the shield room and entered the first door, he saw Lucy curled up inside, holding the gray cloth tightly with one hand, and a faint light occasionally flashed.

As the faint light flashed, some runes and patterns lit up on the walls, ceiling, floor, and even the bed, as if neutralizing the halo on Lucy.

Every time the halo on Lucy spread a little bit, it would dissipate.

Wen Yanxin said, it was really stable. The black box told him that the people of the Winchester family were experts in this area, and they were really professional.

Fortunately, he was cautious enough before and didn't let the gray cloth loose throughout the whole process.

The gray cloth followed him from the beginning, and the special promotion was the strongest point. With the isolation, even his yang energy could be isolated by the gray cloth.

If he went home directly, he might be noticed by others, and they would lead the world boss here to his home.

Sensing Wen Yan coming, the gray cloth raised one end, kneaded it into the shape of a hand, and pointed to the part that Lucy was holding.

When Wen Yan entered the room, the gray cloth slipped quietly from Lucy's hand. Lucy suddenly woke up. After seeing Wen Yan, she relaxed again, grabbed the gray cloth again, held the gray cloth in her arms, and fell asleep again in a daze.

Wen Yan smiled and signaled that the gray cloth should take a rest.

After checking that Lucy was fine, Wen Yan's ears moved slightly, opened the door and left, and there was a noise outside.

Sam finally came back.

"Is everything going well?"

"Very good, this area is already chaotic, there is no power here, and there is not even any surveillance. Wen, are you okay?"

Wen Yan took out a double-layer sealed bag and shook it.

"I was almost killed by this thing. Do you know what this thing is?"

Sam took the sealed bag and looked at it, then looked at the marks on the wall, and was a little amazed.

"You're fine?"

"I took off the mask, and this thing lost its power."

"That mask is very problematic, it can actually make you meet the requirements of the undead summoning ritual.

As for this piece of iron, I don't know what it is, I just know it must be cursed.

The curse is not powerful, at most it will bring bad luck to people.

After I found it, I took it back and put it in a lead box, and nothing happened again."

"How did you find this thing? I'm just curious, after all, it looks like just a piece of scrap metal." Wen Yan continued to ask.

"Because this piece of scrap metal stuck the crusher, its former owner found that he couldn't destroy it, and then some bad things started to happen. I knew about it, went to solve it, and recorded something by the way."

"Are there any similar things?"

"Wait a minute, I remember there seems to be." Sam took out a thick notebook, flipped through it, and soon turned to a page: "Here, there is indeed another one."

There are clear records on it, where to get it, what effects it has, and matching pictures.

There is even Sam's speculation next to it, saying that this thing may be part of a cursed magic weapon.

Wen Yan compared it and saw that it should be the same thing from the picture.

"I put this thing in a safe house in Texas. I'll give it to you later."

"Don't you ask me why you want it?"

"Many aliens do this, holding something that can kill them in their own hands. Of course, I'm not talking about you. I mean, although the mask is a little dangerous, it can be used in the Sea of ​​the Dead. It's very valuable. It's a pity to throw it away. It will be useful in the future."