I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 579 - 229: I Don’t Believe It, The First Shot is a Treacherous Shot (Thank you Youtiao, really delicious alliance leader, 5k)_2

This made Wen Yan even more certain that this was Cai Heizi's handiwork.

Anyone who entered that place would have their presence gradually vanish, and everyone would subconsciously ignore their existence.

Just now, while headcounting, even Wen Yan himself hadn't realized that Feng Yao had come with him.

"Everyone inside is reliable, right?"

"All members of the Office of Sanitation and Cleaning. And, they're all part of that batch who were brainwashed before the office was even founded. When it comes to proper business, they're extremely reliable—no mind-altering ability could turn them, not even if the Minister betrays them."

"Pack up, get ready to leave. It's been too long here, there's no way things outside haven't reacted."

"Wen Yan, Minister..."

"This won't just be let go. I don't give a fuck about all that complicated shit, I just know someone snuck in a Night Vigil Deity, trying to take me out too—well, fuck them."

...

Below Turtle Mountain, a Taoist whose Yin Spirit had left his body sank into the water.

He held a Treasure Talisman, forging ahead through the dark waters.

Soon, he arrived at a patch of water where the flow seemed utterly still and black, pushing on through this darkness. At last, at the very end, he saw a giant ape chained up, sitting at the riverbed.

"Greetings, Water Monarch."

The Water Monarch slowly opened his eyes, a formless pressure instantly slammed the Taoist down to the riverbed; the Treasure Talisman in his hand shimmered faintly.

When the Water Monarch saw that wild, unruly talisman, he was slightly taken aback.

"This talisman..."

He remembered—once upon a time, he'd run into a young Taoist boy who had fallen into his waters.

He saved that little Taoist, who, thinking he was some Great Demon, insisted on getting his name and bowing to him daily thereafter.

The Water Monarch got so annoyed that, using some yellow paper the kid had on him, he casually drew a warding talisman. Talisman was a big word for it—he'd basically slapped on a bit of his own power as a blessing.

For decades after that, he often felt someone nearby worshipping him.

After a few decades more, it petered out; only occasionally would he sense it again.

Seeing this talisman once more today, and thinking of how he'd beaten the shit out of Wen Yan twice before, the Water Monarch found his temper had cooled a bit.

"You're that little Taoist's descendant?"

"My ancestor's name is Shui Daozi. Today, I seek an audience with Water Monarch to discuss one particular matter."

The Water Monarch gave a cold laugh.

"For the sake of your ancestor who spent his whole life worshipping me, I'll give you a chance to speak."

"I know Water Monarch has already learned that the current Scorching Sun of Fuyu has appeared.

I would like to help Water Monarch get rid of Scorching Sun. To show my sincerity, right now I will..."

The Taoist didn't even finish his sentence; he suddenly found himself unable to go on, feeling as if his Yin Spirit was about to be crushed and burst.

"I haven't killed him, and you dare try and kill him before me? What the fuck are you, that you think you deserve to negotiate with me?"

The Taoist could feel his Yin Spirit about to blow apart, the water pressure closing in from all directions, suppressing and squeezing into every inch of his Yin Spirit's core.

He had no clue why—wasn't the Water Monarch supposed to have a monstrous grudge against Fuyu's Scorching Sun, to the point of slaughtering his way in?

He hadn't even finished speaking before the Water Monarch snapped.

Gold light burst from the Water Monarch's eyes, his aura surged, and the still water all around began to roil and thrash.

Night after night, he beat Wen Yan to a pulp in his dreams—those were his affairs.

Sooner or later, he'd press Wen Yan's head underwater and drown him with his own hands—again, his business.

But if someone wanted to kill Wen Yan and cut a deal with him over it, that was a whole different story.

The more he thought about it, the more irritable the Water Monarch became. No wonder Wen Yan hadn't shown up lately—these filthy bastards, always scheming such sleazy shit.

Scum like this, and they think they're worthy of killing Scorching Sun?

What's that supposed to mean? If I kill the present Scorching Sun, wouldn't that put me in the same shitty league as you lot?

The Water Monarch was on the verge of crushing the Taoist's Yin Spirit when he slowly closed his eyes, his mood settling a bit at last.

"Trash like you isn't even worth dying by my hand." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The Water Monarch did nothing; yet a stream rushed in, sweeping the Taoist's Yin Spirit up and flinging him out of those dark waters at speed.

Above the Huai River, beneath a Beiyang Mountain slope hugging the water, the current flowed like chains, binding the Taoist's Yin Spirit tight against a boulder by the riverside.

And back in those dark waters, the Water Monarch picked up that talisman and examined it for a long while before crushing it in his grasp.

That rare, harmless little episode in his life was now tainted by these people—might as well destroy it; this way, when he recalled it, all he'd remember was that silly little Taoist kid.

Everything hurts more by comparison.

In contrast, that fool who used to ask if he could read didn't seem quite so intolerable.

At least, he figured, a thousand years from now, even if he remembered this sort of thing, he wouldn't get so pissed he'd blast someone to pieces over it.

But even after another thousand years, should the memory of that Taoist arise, he'd probably still want to crush that bastard.

This time, the Water Monarch held his temper, having suffered enough losses to know: anyone bold enough to come here was likely ready to die.

So he just wouldn't kill them out of spite—but letting them go left him unsatisfied too, so he strung them up outside to dry.

...

The power of the Nanwu County Scorching Sun Department had already concentrated outside the highway, and that stretch of road had been temporarily sealed off under the pretense of roadwork.