I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 497 - 202: Annual Fortune Approaches, Nothing Seems Right (5k)

Chapter 497: Chapter 202: Annual Fortune Approaches, Nothing Seems Right (5k)

Wen Yan naturally knew that today’s near-accident, almost getting his head smashed by that rebar, was definitely no coincidence.

Even though he carefully inspected the nearby guardrail and the crash site and didn’t find a single trace of tampering, he still didn’t think it was just bad luck.

The director stood by the roadside, waiting to be picked up, and for someone to tow the car away.

Wen Yan also waited at the side. The trouble had already landed on his doorstep—no use hiding, better to stick around and see what’s really going on.

A Ghost, sitting on top of the car right before sunrise? That alone wasn’t normal.

Of course, it’s not exactly a big deal. Spiritual Vehicles picking up Ghosts was becoming more common—hardly anything to fuss over these days.

As long as it didn’t hurt people, everything else was negotiable. Offer a Ghost a stick of incense—no big hardship there.

Wen Yan knew the car accident must have had something to do with that Ghost. No matter what, he had to at least take a look.

The smashed-up car was towed away. After waiting another ten minutes or so, a new car arrived to pick up the director and Wen Yan, dropping them at the funeral home entrance.

The previous Spiritual Vehicle was still parked outside the funeral home. There was a special spot for Spiritual Vehicles in the corner, just behind the parking spot, right by the funeral home’s side door.

This door wasn’t for the living; it was made specifically for Spiritual Vehicles—or the dead, for that matter.

The Ghost was still sitting up on the roof of the Spiritual Vehicle, hunched over, looking exhausted and feeble.

Wen Yan had just arrived when he sharply noticed droplets of blood on the ground—fresh blood.

He didn’t go into the funeral home. Instead, he waved at the young doorman to come over.

"Did something happen just now?"

"Eh, Brother Wen, did you notice something?" The doorman looked a bit nervous.

"There’s blood on the ground, and it’s still fresh. Of course I noticed."

"Uh..." The doorman sighed with relief and pointed to the Spiritual Vehicle further away.

"We just had a client delivered. When they were getting off, weren’t paying attention—bumped their head. Looked pretty bad, but it just broke the skin. They’ve already been sent for stitches. No big deal."

"The driver?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"No, the attendant."

Wen Yan looked again at the Ghost sitting on the Spiritual Vehicle, a slight frown creasing his brow. If this was a Ghost that harmed people, he definitely couldn’t ignore it.

It hadn’t been long, half an hour at most.

He and the director had steel rebar shoot past their faces, and the Spiritual Vehicle attendant then cracked his head open and bled.

He pulled out his Scorching Sun Department-issued phone and snapped a picture of the Ghost, who was exuding resentment, sitting on top of the Spiritual Vehicle.

The moment the photo was taken, the Ghost, who had been slumped over, instantly raised its head and looked straight at Wen Yan.

The resentment swirling around it moved like Evil God’s tentacles, ceaselessly writhing, with some tendrils creeping in Wen Yan’s direction.

However, before that resentment could get near, Wen Yan felt the Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman on his right hand suddenly glow with a faint light.

A flash of pale light, and it was as if something had been blocked and forced back.

And yet, the Ghost’s resentment was still quite far from him.

Wen Yan was a little taken aback. This Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman was a Heavenly Bestowed Treasure Talisman—one of a kind.

It could only be imparted once and couldn’t be given to anyone else again.

Other Taoists, if suitable, could receive a talisman called the Calamity Protector Goddess Talisman.

How strong it was, how mysterious—those depended on the Taoist in question. The former wasn’t necessarily more powerful than the latter.

Take this Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman, for example; in Wen Yan’s hands, it had only a basic function.

The most basic function was that he didn’t need to practice cultivation, didn’t need to chant scriptures—didn’t need to know anything at all to use it right away.

If a Taoist received the Calamity Protector Goddess Talisman by teaching, they could unleash far more power than Wen Yan, who merely held the Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman.

Wen Yan had always thought the Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman only gave him a basic anti-drowning trait.

He hadn’t expected to discover today that the Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman seemed to have blocked something from him—something he couldn’t even see.

Wen Yan looked up at the Ghost. As their eyes met, the Ghost seemed to finally realize Wen Yan could see him.

The Ghost jumped in fright, shrank, and dove down into the Spiritual Vehicle.

Wen Yan lowered his head and looked at the back of his right hand. The Calamity Protector Water Official Talisman, which was usually invisible, was now glowing faintly, covering his hand.

He took a step toward the Spiritual Vehicle. A voice called out behind him.

"Eternal Blessing Heavenly Master!"

Wen Yan turned his head, a trace of surprise showing on his face.

It was Qing Xuzi.

Earlier, Seventh Great-Uncle Master had said that Qing Xuzi was around here. Wen Yan thought Qing Xuzi was still obsessed with his son.

But around his home, in a three-kilometer radius, he’d never even caught sight of Qing Xuzi’s shadow.

And today, he’d run into Qing Xuzi right outside the funeral home.

Qing Xuzi saw Wen Yan and felt a little embarrassed.

The last time he’d seen Wen Yan’s son, the kid was still nursing—and had already formed a Spirit Platform Dao Foundation. Qing Xuzi really had been delighted.

Whatever the reason—even if outside powers had helped him—it was still once-in-a-millennium genius stuff to build a Spirit Platform Dao Foundation at that age.

If fate brought such a child to the Taoist Sect and he failed to recruit him, it would practically be inviting Heavenly Retribution.

Unfortunately, he’d been so overexcited he came across like he was about to abduct the child, only to get caught red-handed by the people from Fuyu Mountain, scolded as a demonic Taoist. He could only grit his teeth and endure it.

The whole thing was just a bit hard to explain away.

Now, running into Wen Yan again in Virtue City, Qing Xuzi suddenly felt anxious. Without waiting for Wen Yan to speak, he straightened his face and gave a formal greeting.