I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 661 - 256: The Mortician, Granny Fox’s Exhortations (6k)

Feng Yao held the phone, his features scrunched together. He was beginning to understand why Minister Cai, back when he was still around, always looked as if he were constipated and suffering from hemorrhoids every time he took a call from Wen Yan.

He was experiencing it now.

He had only heard the keyword "demonic" and, without thinking, blurted out a question about whether the person had been very vicious in life.

Wen Yan's veiled sarcasm left Feng Yao speechless for a good while.

Moreover, even while delivering those barbs, Wen Yan had also explained the situation.

Now it wasn't about what Wen Yan wanted to do; it was about what the Great Killer Star wanted to do.

It was actually quite normal that Wen Yan couldn't stop him.

And Feng Yao also felt that if the Great Killer Star truly wanted to do something, Wen Yan likely wouldn't try to stop him either.

Wen Yan hadn't just been sarcastic. He had also made things clear to Feng Yao.

He also mentioned the things he had just discovered.

Feng Yao listened with a frown, sensing big trouble brewing.

"Honestly, these things alone don't really count as evidence," Feng Yao said. "After all, convicting a living person requires proof."

"You're right," Wen Yan replied. "I just don't like dealing with living people. They're too troublesome."

"Ah?"

"What 'ah'? Don't worry, I'll persuade Big Brother."

Wen Yan watched as the corpse began to tremble, black miasma starting to surface on its skin. He added a Blessing of Yang Energy and casually hung up the phone.

He had notified those he needed to. At least he'd given them a heads-up and wouldn't be seen as making excuses after the fact. He'd leave the rest for them to handle.

Wen Yan glanced at Pei Tugou beside him, noticing the man's expression was somewhat bizarre. The usually honest and simple face now held a hint of fury.

Following that, a wisp of malevolent energy began to emerge from Pei Tugou. He slowly lifted his head, displaying a row of pearly white teeth, and took a deep breath.

"HUFF... I feel better."

"Brother Gou?" Wen Yan asked.

"Let's go. It's about time to take action, isn't it?" Pei Tugou said. "Let me have a look at who's using me for such revolting deeds."

Wen Yan blinked, and a large red exclamation mark suddenly appeared before him.

"Honest Man (Complete Form)"

"Any father who learns that a young girl has been harmed, possibly along with many others, would feel an utterly uncontainable rage.

When the Honest Man begins to rage, the separation will dissolve, and a complete, physical incarnation of the Honest Man will appear."

"Remember this: Brother, if you kill them all, you won't be able to find the person behind this."

"Temporary Ability: Jade Cicada's Ice Heart Spell."

Wen Yan hadn't really paid much attention to such prompts before. His big brother always received one whenever there was some sort of change.

But unexpectedly, this time a corresponding Temporary Ability appeared.

He immediately equipped this Temporary Ability.

"Jade Cicada's Ice Heart Spell.

When paired with targeted words, it can bring a person who has lost their sanity back to their senses.

On nights with a bright moon, the effect will increase by 50%, and under a full moon, it will increase by 100%.

When used with certain wondrous items, its effect can be amplified manifold."

Wen Yan looked back at the previous prompt and now understood.

It was no surprise that Pei Tugou was enraged. The dozen or so suspected victims Wen Yan had found were all between seventeen and twenty-one years old. Pei Tugou's own daughter was almost high school age. And in his own Wenyan Family, there was a girl about to take her college entrance exams. Faced with such a situation, he couldn't just stand by. That was also why he had never considered quickly disposing of the young girl before him; instead, he continuously infused her with Yang Energy.

If this young girl awakened as a mindless Demonic Corpse, a mere Demon, then he would definitely subdue her. But as long as she was controllable, retained her sanity, and wouldn't harm the innocent, Wen Yan didn't plan to stop her from seeking vengeance.

Wen Yan continuously infused Yang Energy, and the corpse in the coffin trembled more intensely.

Suddenly, the corpse stopped trembling. The overflowing resentment, Yin Qi, and the wisps of visible black miasma all flowed back into it.

The cadaver, its complexion pale with a greenish tinge, lay quietly in the coffin. One of its hands shot out, instantly grasping towards Wen Yan.

But Pei Tugou, who was beside her, caught the hand and pressed it back down.

"If you're not rational, then I really can't help you," Wen Yan said.

As Wen Yan's words fell, the Jade Cicada's Ice Heart Spell, the Temporary Ability he had just acquired, was activated.

The spell, accompanied by soothing Yang Energy, poured onto the Demonic Corpse's head. All the Yang Energy Wen Yan had previously infused began to circulate through its body like flowing water.

The Demonic Corpse's ferocious expression and its seething resentment eased at Wen Yan's words, gradually calmed by the Yang Energy.

The Demonic Corpse opened its eyes, revealing empty sockets, and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"

"Me?" Wen Yan replied. "I'm an employee at the Funeral Home, and this is the driver of the Spiritual Vehicle."

Then Wen Yan pointed to Feng Wei and Tong Si.

"This is our pathfinder; he can find shortcuts. And this one has sharp eyes to help identify things."

After Wen Yan's introductions, the Demonic Corpse fell silent for a long while, seemingly unable to comprehend.

Before her death, she was just a vulnerable college student, without any knowledge beyond that of ordinary people.

"To put it simply," Wen Yan said, "just tell us how you died."

The Demonic Corpse was still pressed down in the coffin. Wen Yan glanced at Pei Tugou, who then released his grip.

The Demonic Corpse lay in the coffin, pondering for a moment.

"I... I'm not really sure how I died," she said. "I just remember hearing someone say they never actually intended for my corneas to be donated."

"Is that all?"