I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 663 - 256: The Mortician, Granny Fox’s Exhortations (6k)_3

The two ghosts slipped in quietly. Tong Si's grim eyes had already appeared. He looked in a certain direction, crept over, peered inside through the window, and saw a woman lying on a table. On the other side, a doctor in a white coat opened a box and took out a black wooden awl.

Seeing this, Tong Si and Feng Wei immediately turned around and made a gesture to Wen Yan — miming as if thrusting something into their own head.

There wasn't time to explain further. The two ghosts' bodies seemed to turn transparent as they instantly phased through the wall and entered the room.

But the doctor acted as if he couldn't see the two ghosts at all, and simply plunged the wooden awl into the woman's skull.

The woman didn't react at all, as if the wooden awl didn't even exist.

Dr. Liu couldn't see them, but the woman did. She let out a startled cry and sat up in a flash.

The wooden awl embedded in her head fell out with a clatter.

At that moment, the door opened—Wen Yan walked in with his team.

Just seeing that wooden awl made further explanation unnecessary.

In front of Wen Yan's eyes, prompts surfaced automatically.

"Embalmer."

"An embalmer who should help the dead retain their final dignity, appearing as if they were merely sleeping as they peacefully depart this world. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Yet he set foot on a wholly different, twisted path.

He can make the living appear as if they're dead."

"Choosing the wrong road, he became obsessed with the illusory might to control life and death—utterly unable to free himself."

"Temporary Ability: None."

Before Wen Yan could even act, a blood rope had already slipped around the doctor's neck, hoisting him into the air.

The demonic corpse lurking nearby stared with hollow eyes at Dr. Liu, recalling more and more memories.

"Where did my eyes go?"

Dr. Liu dangled in midair, his face quickly turning the color of liver as he struggled frantically.

Wen Yan ignored him and turned instead to the terrified female ghost cowering in the corner.

"She isn't dead—she's actually alive, but for some reason, she just looks like a ghost," Tong Si hastily reminded him.

"Hm?" Wen Yan gave her a closer look. He really hadn't noticed before.

Now that he looked carefully, he realized there actually wasn't any Yin Qi coming off her, nor did she feel like a traditional nether soul, but she didn't come across as a normal person either.

This must be the embalmer's ability.

The original purpose was to make the dead look like living sleepers.

But he twisted it, using it to make the living look like the dead.

Now that she'd been exposed as still alive, the so-called female ghost's form began to grow solid again. Staggering back several steps in panic, her eyes rolled up and she fainted with a guttural sound.

Wen Yan stepped forward, grasped her wrist for a check. He felt no heartbeat—until seconds later, one slowly pulsed to life, growing stronger as the deathlike aura faded away.

Now, she simply looked like a living person with makeup made to resemble the dead.

Wen Yan straightened and picked up the wooden awl from the table, inspecting it. Strange runes and lines had been incised on it—dark, menacing, and sinister.

The doctor hanging in midair had blood vessels bursting in his eyes, his face twisting ever more horribly. He was moments from being strangled to death.

"So you're using this ability to put the Soul-Calming Nail straight into a person's skull, aren't you?

Which is why no one ever noticed, right?

If your professional ability leveled up, you could probably even revive the dead, bringing them back to the living for a spell.

What a heaven-defying power, but you used it for this—haunting, hurting people?

Where did her eyes go?"

Seeing that Pei Tugou had no intention of letting him go, Wen Yan muttered,

"Brother Gou, if you kill him now, we'll never find the people behind him."

At Wen Yan's words, Pei Tugou instantly calmed down. He let out a cold laugh and released the blood rope from his hand.

Dr. Liu crashed to the floor, already losing control of his bladder—on the verge of dying outright.

Wen Yan walked over to him and said,

"I won't be able to talk my brother down a second time. You'd best start cooperating.

Tell me where her eyes have gone, and over the past two years…"

Wen Yan rattled off more than a dozen names in a row.

"What happened to the organs they donated?

You get exactly one chance to answer. If you answer well, maybe you get to go to the Scorching Sun Department.

If not, you won't even get the chance to go explain yourself to them.

Don't worry. If my brother kills you, all he'll get from Scorching Sun is a couple extra street lamps named after him."

At these words, Dr. Liu, slumped against the cabinet, felt as if doused in a bucket of ice water.

A single phrase flashed through his mind—Virtue City Forbidden Land.

The infamous Virtue City Forbidden Land—the kind of place even Scorching Sun gives a wide berth.

These days he avoids anyone remotely connected to Virtue City when picking targets.

Thinking about how close he'd just come to being hanged, he truly believed now that they really would kill him right here.

"Someone found out what I was doing. Instead of exposing me, they offered me advice—told me to buy organs under the guise of organ donation. They said I didn't have to worry about a thing, just keep doing what I'd always done."

"Who?"

"A demon—a weasel demon. Every time, it's him who comes to pick up the goods."

"Goods? Those are living people!"

This was almost more than Wen Yan could stand. It was just as he suspected; there had to be supernatural involvement.

If it were just ordinary people behind this, there's no way it'd be this complicated.