I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 503 - 204: Clues, Statue (5k)

Wen Yan really admired Qing Xuzi. It seemed like he could actually do anything, and could explain everything in a simple way. Or rather, he could always come up with some excuse to bluff his way through anything.

Qing Xuzi was treating the Red Skirt Ghost, and Wen Yan honestly couldn’t understand any of it. Anyway, he used at least seven or eight different magic artifacts during treatment.

He could sense that the Red Skirt Ghost, who was on the verge of dissipating, was thoroughly stabilized after Qing Xuzi’s series of moves.

The Red Skirt Ghost, now with only half her body left, was standing on one leg where she was, her body densely riddled with hundreds of thin silver needles—so many that some of them had practically gone right through her.

Only a ghost could handle that. If any living person had dozens of needles stuck in their head, ten centimeters deep into their brain, it’d be a miracle if they didn’t die.

Now Wen Yan finally understood why Qing Xuzi emphasized multiple times that he only treated ghosts. When it came to treating actual people, his skills were extremely, extremely mediocre.

The methods looked kind of similar, but in reality, they were worlds apart.

Qing Xuzi had finally stabilized the Red Skirt Ghost’s injuries and let out a discreet sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, my Dao heart is steady again. Such a heavy injury, and I still managed to bring her back. At least in this aspect, I can finally say I have miracle hands that bring the dead back to life.

First save the life—that’s not even the hardest part. The real challenge is how to help this Fierce Ghost recover afterward.

But now Qing Xuzi was confident, already turning over several treatment plans in his head.

With his confidence back and no more self-doubt, he looked back and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

He finally realized he must have been affected by the Jinx.

He’d been chasing Hao Mingyang for several days now and even had close contact today—how could absolutely nothing have happened?

Now he figured it out. It’s not that nothing happened to him, it’s that something big did. His mind had been affected.

If he wasn’t lucky enough today to run into Wen Yan—who brought him a half-dead Fierce Ghost for treatment—by the time he figured things out, a huge disaster probably would have already struck.

Qing Xuzi’s face kept shifting, scaring the Red Skirt Ghost half to death.

Am I dead or not? Doctor, can’t you just be straight with me?

No need to scare me like this—what you’re doing now is even more tormenting, okay?

Seeing the Red Skirt Ghost’s energy start to fluctuate, and her face not looking great either, Qing Xuzi steadied his heart and said very seriously,

"Don’t worry. I guarantee you’ll survive and return to normal. The Qingcheng Ghost Doctor’s reputation won’t be ruined on my watch!"

Qing Xuzi hardened his resolve, walked out the door, and immediately pulled out his phone to call for backup.

"Yeah, grab a handful of that graveyard grass—the really old stuff, nothing under ten years. Don’t think you can fool me."

"And that scapula too, yeah, the Ghost Bone left behind by that Big Ghost."

"And...why are you asking so many questions? Just do what I tell you."

"What am I going to do?"

"I’m going to protect the reputation of the Qingcheng Ghost Doctor!" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Qing Xuzi used to do this to prove himself and strengthen his Dao heart.

Now that he saw things clearly, he realized he owed a favor instead.

Yep—someone came to him for treatment, but he ended up owing them. He really ought to thank them sincerely.

As for now, it was all for Qingcheng’s reputation.

Whatever the reasons before or after, one way or another, today he had to cure the Fierce Ghost and restore her to her original state.

Wen Yan didn’t get why Qing Xuzi seemed like he was hopped up on chicken blood, but he was happy to see Qing Xuzi fired up. As long as the wounded Fierce Ghost could be healed, that was good enough for him.

...

"He’s such a big, blatantly obvious Jinx—there’s no way nobody’s seen him, right?"

Lord Zhu looked at the group of ghosts below, his expression a bit ugly.

When it came to people, he didn’t really care, but when it came to ghosts, his own information network among the ghosts was way more reliable than the Scorching Sun Department’s.

Now Lord Zhu was starting to feel like something was off. He’d thought it’d be easy to dig up a useful clue. After all, how could someone who didn’t know how to hide and was strutting around the street like a blinking target leave no trail at all?

"Go check. There’s no way no ghost has seen him. Maybe someone else could pull that off, but with the Jinx’s luck, it can’t possibly be that good.

Track his route—check every step of the way."

Before long, someone came back with a report.

"Your Highness, we did find something. There really might not be any ghosts who saw him."

"Tell me."

"Based on our estimates, we traced his path back from Virtue City.

There’s one spot ahead he absolutely had to pass, but all the ghosts there are just little ones."

Or, they were all caught by the Scorching Sun Department."

Looks like he happened to pass by right when a Green-Headed Ghost got into trouble, and all the Scorching Sun Department folks rushed over.

By the time they caught the Green-Headed Ghost, the Jinx was already gone."

So we followed that lead and kept looking."

And sure enough, during the period and place where he probably passed through, ghosts in that area did run into trouble."

That super fierce Ox-Head was chasing a pervert, hunting him all the way from Central Plains County through the Nether Path."

Then chased him from the Nether Path all the way to Luoyue County, and killed the pervert right on the street."

At the time, ghosts for dozens of miles around were so terrified they hid at home and didn’t dare come out for two whole days."

The Jinx must have passed through right around then..."

Lord Zhu was totally baffled.

"How’d this end up involving Ox-Head again?"

"Yeah, that Ox-Head! The real Ox-Head from the legends, a Soul Reaper. He’s supposed to have a terrible temper. They say his roar can be heard from miles away."

The ghosts all looked uneasy at the mention. As ghosts, who isn’t scared of Ox-Head—especially this Ox-Head, whose temper is downright explosive. He beat ghosts to dust in broad daylight, and his roar echoed for miles around.