I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 627 - 244 Oddballs in the City, Simple Methods (5k) _3

Wen Yan looked ahead and cupped his hands.

"There was a bit of a misunderstanding before, I think we can have a chat."

The old house ahead shuddered slightly, then a cluster of buildings materialized behind it, and a voice echoed out from the compound.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

Wen Yan's face darkened.

"Don't be so shameless. Anyone who can move freely in dreams gives some face to the Dream Tapir Tribe.

I'm just trying not to make a scene so the Scorching Sun Department doesn't catch on.

You really think I'm afraid of you?"

"Heh..." The other party scoffed, convinced Wen Yan was just bluffing.

Even though last time both of his eyeballs got eaten by Wen Yan, he still acted fearlessly.

Anyone this badass in dreams must have a super fragile real body.

If he was really stronger, why would he bow down here?

Still talking all this "You think I'm afraid of you" crap.

"Fine, you little shit, acting all tough. If you've got guts, don't run. Tell me where you are, I'll bring my whole crew right now. If I don't carve you up and roast you, this ain't over."

"Why don't you tell me where you are?" The Ghost may be loud, but he's still got a bit of caution.

As soon as he spoke, Wen Yan burst out laughing, face full of mockery.

"I'm in Yu State City Village, at the Meng Family Insomnia Recuperation Clinic.

My name is Wen Yan.

You little coward, don't you dare chicken out!

I'll be waiting here with my people, bring as many as you want. Let's see what you've got!

If you don't show up, your whole damn family for eighteen generations are my grandsons and thieves.

Hiding your face, don't even dare say your real name or where you are—what a joke.

I'm being straight with you, I've seen dozens like you before.

Every day I log in, I run into garbage like you online.

Y'all talk all that shit when nobody's around, talking big like "Heaven's number one, I'm number two."

But when it's time to actually fight, and someone drops the address, no one has the balls to show up.

Pfft. Trash. Maggots from a stinky gutter. A beam of sunlight would have you pissing your pants.

Can't even say your own name? Get lost. Don't embarrass yourself here."

Wen Yan's barrage of trash talk made the whole building cluster start shaking.

The buildings began to crack and collapse, angry energy mixed with some weird twisted power spilling out in waves.

The massive complex rose up like a sky curtain, pressing down on Wen Yan.

Wen Yan just sneered, waved his hand, and a giant palm crashed down from the sky, smashing the whole lot to pieces.

"Trash. I'm done playing with you."

As Wen Yan turned to leave, roars echoed from behind him.

"Remember this! The next person to kill you is called Li Yilin! You wait, you just wait, I..."

The Ghost didn't even finish his rant before Wen Yan disappeared without a trace.

Inside the dream bubble, mountains were collapsing, earthquakes raging, everything shattering and constantly reshaping itself.

The Nightmare held the dream bubble, nodding with satisfaction.

Turns out, spending more time online arguing with people is actually pretty useful.

Even if I'm weak in real life, online I'm the king.

Wen Yan was quite pleased with that whole aggro-grabbing flame war. He reopened his eyes and looked at Scorching Sun.

"Have some tea. This patient still needs to rest. She's totally drained, maybe hasn't had a decent night's sleep in days."

They headed to the tea room, sipping tea, and Wen Yan started talking.

"His name's Li Yilin. That part's probably true, and I did piss him off, but whether he'll actually come, no idea."

"Doesn't matter. The name's all I need." Scorching Sun only cared about that.

"As for the rest, this is all that's left. I've already digested the rest." Wen Yan opened his mouth and spat out a bubble containing a wisp of blood-red power.

"That's more than enough." Scorching Sun was quite satisfied.

After arriving, he took one look and made up his mind: no following the other guy's rhythm; he'd move to his own beat.

Just a Ghost. Who gave this guy the guts to act so wild?

But wild is good—easier to deal with.

Scorching Sun didn't rush. It wasn't even dark yet—doing it in broad daylight, not effective.

Sitting with Wen Yan, having tea and chatting, Scorching Sun picked up a couple things about dream-sending and the mechanics of dreams.

The guy's definitely an expert in this field, and he didn't hold back, teaching Scorching Sun some simple ways to check if you're in a dream.

Having an anchor object is the simplest and longest lasting method.

If that's not possible, look around for any writing in the dream, since normally, people can't actually recognize characters in dreams.

Scorching Sun and Wen Yan hit it off, chatting happily till sunset.

Lu Jing, lying on the hospital bed, still hadn't woken up.

Scorching Sun finished his tea and stood up.

"Alright, time to get to work. Seems like he talks big but doesn't have the guts for an actual offline PK, so let's not wait anymore."

Scorching Sun burst qi, performed the Soul Summoning, using the guy's name and a thread of power from the bubble—plenty to lock onto a single target.

The phantom of a nine-level altar appeared, Soul Summoning Banner swaying gently.

A beam of gold shot out from the altar.

To Scorching Sun's surprise, it went straight up to the second floor and landed right on Lu Jing.

Turns out that Ghost had been hiding inside Lu Jing all along.

The golden light expanded, and Scorching Sun saw mist, saw the light drop downward, plunging into a barren, shattered world.

But the golden light didn't stop, kept plunging down, burrowing underground into more mist, then another ruined realm.

There, a giant Ghost with a massive head and mouth was sitting and gnawing away at everything.

The massive Ghost looked up, empty black sockets where his eyes had been gouged out.

Feeling the golden light rushing in, this Ghost wasn't acting all cocky like Wen Yan said. He didn't say a word—just turned around and dove into the earth below.