I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 469 - 192: Fight for a Breath of Spite, Teaching You to Project Dreams (5k)_3

Chapter 469: Chapter 192: Fight for a Breath of Spite, Teaching You to Project Dreams (5k)_3

Even though he’d already heard that Virtue City was a forbidden zone for evil ghosts, lately, the number of evil ghosts that had died in Virtue City was higher than the total killed by the Scorching Sun Department in the past ten years.

But numbers are just numbers—they can never be as impactful as seeing it with your own eyes.

Even the steward was so scared, he barely dared to move forward.

"Let’s go." Wen Yan muttered, and kept walking forward.

By the time he returned to the villa district, every single streetlamp in the whole neighborhood had an evil ghost hanging from it—dead, yet not dissipated.

He even spotted a hanging ghost with its tongue nearly dragging down to its chest, which had also been hanged. Truly incredible.

He really wondered if Big Bro’s Blood Rope was actually meant for hanging people dead.

So many ornaments, yet the Yin Qi in the whole villa district was lighter than it used to be.

He’d barely taken a few steps into the neighborhood when he saw lights flickering behind him, and an electric scooter pulled up at his side.

The delivery guy caught sight of Wen Yan and looked pleasantly surprised.

"Mr. Wen, long time no see."

"Mm... I’ve been pretty busy lately. Is this my food delivery?"

"Yeah, that’s right."

"Just give it to me."

With the takeaway in hand, as he was about to leave, the delivery guy hesitated and spoke up.

"Mr. Wen."

"What’s up?"

"Thank your family for me. Last time you didn’t give me a bad review—and even sent me an extra meal."

"Hm?" Wen Yan was taken aback. Was this another thing he didn’t know about? 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The delivery guy let out a sigh of relief and quickly said,

"Last time, your family ordered you claypot rice. But the navigation app seemed bugged—it kept taking me to the wrong place. I just couldn’t find it, so I called your family. They said it was a mistake, let me keep the food, even left me a good review. Really, thank you."

"It’s fine, probably the kid at home messing around with the phone. Sorry for giving you trouble instead."

Wen Yan smiled and waved his hand, saying goodbye to the delivery guy.

The delivery guy rode off on his scooter, paying zero attention the whole time to the "ornaments" hanging from the streetlights.

He was long used to it—used to the fact he could see it, but others couldn’t.

After enough time, he even felt this place gave him a special sense of security.

Especially when he noticed a new "decoration" on a streetlamp now and then, the sense of safety only grew.

Wen Yan watched the delivery guy leave, carrying the food. He glanced at it—a damned thing, fried chicken again. Wasn’t he afraid of getting so fat he couldn’t fly anymore?

He’d just walked up to the door when a gust of wind rushed by. In a blink, a little guy appeared in his arms, wriggling around in his embrace.

The little zombie stretched out her arms, trying to hug Wen Yan’s neck, whimpering and making little sobbing noises, but suddenly squeaked and pulled her hands back in scare.

From Wen Yan’s neck, a small, drowsy Little Fire Seed squeezed out, waving its tiny hands.

Looking at the dazed little zombie, Wen Yan scooped her right up, then tapped her between the eyebrows, delivering a bit of Yang Energy.

The little zombie puffed up her cheeks, hugged Wen Yan, and stared wide-eyed at the Little Fire Seed.

The Little Fire Seed couldn’t win, so it grabbed Wen Yan’s hair with its tiny hands and quietly shrank back inside to hide again.

Only then did the little zombie beam with happiness, excitedly babbling nonsense.

Wen Yan didn’t mind. As soon as he stepped in, he saw a Sparrow Cat, now noticeably fatter, lying sprawled out on the sofa, with uncollected food delivery still on the table.

With Wen Yan back and carrying takeout, Sparrow Cat’s body lay there half-asleep, head lifting slightly while its nose twitched twice before it suddenly opened its eyes.

Sparrow Cat stared blankly at Wen Yan, muttered something about waking up too fast, then closed its eyes to go back to sleep.

Wen Yan was stunned.

"You damned thing! I nearly died a hundred times to crawl my way home, and the first thing I do is bring you takeout—and that’s the welcome I get?"

Wen Yan cursed with a laugh. Sparrow Cat suddenly puffed up like it was electrocuted, flapped its wings and shot up from the sofa, pupils dilating to the max. Flapping wildly, it flew into Wen Yan’s arms and started wailing loudly.

"You’re finally back! I thought I’d woken up too fast—thought I was dreaming and still not awake.

I eat badly, sleep bad, and I’m not even lively at night anymore."

Wen Yan felt a heavy weight in his arms, listened to Sparrow Cat howling, and was speechless.

"You’ve gained at least nine pounds compared to before!"

Proportionally, that was like Wen Yan putting on forty or fifty pounds.

And you call that not eating well?

"All the sweets and fried food did it, not my fault. Blame Gauss—Gauss said sweets and fried stuff make you feel happy."

"...."

Wen Yan put Sparrow Cat and the little zombie down, collapsed onto the sofa, closed his eyes, and let himself savor the feeling of home.

Felt a bit unfamiliar, but after returning, he instantly relaxed.

Once he lay down, just a few seconds and his breathing grew calm and steady, a faint snore rising from his nose.

Sparrow Cat and the little zombie both quieted down.

Together they looked at the steward standing at the door—a plump, kindly-faced man, who pointed to the back.

Sparrow Cat followed the little zombie out back, and only then did the steward quietly say,

"I’m the master’s steward, Su Guliang—you can call me Steward, or Old Su.

The master’s been weary for ages, taut as a wire, but now he can finally relax.

Let him rest well. Whatever needs doing, we’ll handle it later."

Sparrow Cat looked at Wen Yan, who slept the moment he hit the couch, nodded, and said nothing more.

A moment later, the steward tiptoed over with a blanket, covered Wen Yan, then fetched a heat-resistant crock, beckoned to Little Fire Seed to hop in.

Little Fire Seed didn’t want to leave Wen Yan, but in just this short while, it had almost set the sofa on fire. Looking at the sleeping Wen Yan, it sulked and jumped into the crock.

The steward carried it into the kitchen, set it on the stove, turned it to a low flame, and let Little Fire Seed rest there.

Everything settled into quiet.

Wen Yan slept deeply. It had been a long time since he’d slept so completely relaxed.

In a muddle, he started to dream—dreamt of mist, walking forward inside the fog.

What he mostly wondered was, what place was this mist? But here, the fog couldn’t interfere with his sense of direction anymore.

He just kept on walking forward till suddenly the mist parted, and he found himself in front of an ordinary old house.

By the door of the old house sat two stone stools, and on one of them perched a skinny old lady, wearing a floral cotton jacket. She waved him over with a kindly smile, her first words hitting Wen Yan right in the heart.

"Please help me with something. I’ll teach you how to send dreams."