I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 660 - 255: Transform into a Demon, I Don’t Want to Be Hung on a Street Lamp (5k)_3

Not quite at the place yet, Tong Si looked into the distance.

"Such heavy resentment, and it's swelling up so fast."

When they arrived, they saw Pei Tugou busy on the phone with someone unknown.

Upon seeing Wen Yan, Pei Tugou was a bit surprised.

"Wen Yan, what are you doing here?"

"I had something to do around here, happened to sense something odd, so I came over to check."

Pei Tugou followed Wen Yan's gaze to the spiritual vehicle, and an uneasy feeling crept over him.

"Don't tell me it's the client I'm delivering?"

After working at Virtue City Funeral House for some time, he knew a few things here and there.

"Let me take a look first."

Wen Yan opened the rear hatch of the spiritual vehicle, and saw Pei Tugou sitting next to the coffin, its lid already open.

The yin qi and resentment pouring out from it were thick as fog.

He climbed into the vehicle, glanced at the corpse in the coffin, and frowned slightly.

Even he could see this was about to become a corpse mutation.

He looked back and asked:

"See anything?"

"She's about to turn into a demon."

"Hm? What do you mean? Not a corpse mutation?"

Tong Si activated his grim eyes, but didn't dare look at Pei Tugou, only casting his gaze on the corpse in the coffin.

"She died too horribly, her resentment is overwhelming, and her obsession runs deep.

Her soul didn't have time to leave the body, and it's trapped inside.

Her soul became a ghost, but she cannot be separated from her wisp.

The body is about to mutate, but it still holds a soul.

It's like a ghost possessing a zombie.

But in her case it's not possession—it was hers to begin with. Add on that resentment and obsession,

she's on the verge of becoming a demon..."

Tong Si paused at this point—he was originally going to say it would be best to dispose of the body before the full transformation.

But thinking about it, Wen Yan and this Great Killer Star were both here; a fledgling demon would barely qualify as an appetizer.

"Go on, then what?" Wen Yan pressed him.

"With resentment this strong, once she turns demon, the very first thing she's going for is revenge."

"So, she can track down the one who hurt her?"

"Absolutely. Unless they're hiding somewhere special, or not in this world at all, there's no way this demon won't find them."

As Tong Si spoke, Pei Tugou finished his call and came over.

The Pei Tugou who'd been sitting in the back of the van vanished in an instant.

"Wen Yan? What the hell's going on?"

"Let me investigate first, old man. Why don't you head back, this is no longer your concern."

"No way, I picked her up. I can't just dump her halfway."

Wen Yan glanced at the spot where Pei Tugou had disappeared, then at Pei Tugou. He gestured for Tong Si to explain the situation.

Pei Tugou listened, his face flickering between emotions.

"So, you mean she was killed?"

"Seems that way. Otherwise, I really can't believe someone willing to donate her own organs could have such bitter resentment."

While talking, Wen Yan pressed a finger to the corpse's brow and imbued a touch of yang energy as a blessing.

Then he picked up his phone and continued checking information, not the slightest interest in being stopped.

To use an unflattering analogy, if Pei Tugou dropped dead one day, resentment exploding, someone nailed a wooden stake in his head and turned him into a demon,

Wen Yan would definitely not blame Pei Tugou.

He'd blame those bastards who should've been strung up from a lamppost for causing all this.

Wen Yan pulled out the Scorching Sun Department phone. With his level of clearance, digging up info on this girl was a cakewalk.

The cornea donation agreement was signed by the girl herself while she was alive.

She'd signed it a year before, and just days before dying, reconfirmed it.

No one forced her; at least, the paperwork was clean.

Then he checked for the recipient of the donation.

But the next record showed: improper preservation during cornea transport, making it unsuitable for transplant.

Wen Yan saw that, and pulled up the roster of transport personnel right away.

If there isn't something fishy going on here, Wen Yan would eat the tires off this van.

The corpse seething with resentment is lying right there, forced to the verge of becoming a demon.

He pulled more info: twenty-one, still a student.

Her school: Luoyue County Art University—not exactly a top tier college.

This girl was into music and drama, studied theater for years, even won awards, and had contacted other colleges to aim for grad school.

This year, she signed with a local Luoyue entertainment company. With that theater background, she even landed a minor part in a show.

Scrolling further, Wen Yan saw that the company was bought this year—then bought again by another firm.

Starshine Entertainment of Yu State.

At that, Wen Yan went quiet a moment.

He thought: after mopping up this demon business, a visit to Cape of the Sea may be in order; see if he can summon the boss's soul from Starshine Entertainment.

Big deal if someone's dead—as long as you can summon the soul, you can always get answers.

It's not only Nanwu Commandery impacted—now Luoyue's in the mix too. Wen Yan felt the water here was deep, and this was all topsoil on the iceberg.

Field investigation can wait; first, this demon problem must be handled.

Wen Yan, phone in hand, filtered for Luoyue County, art-related students or professionals, aged fifteen to twenty-five, who died within the last three years.

The list filled right up, dozens of names rolling by.

Over fifty in total.

He scanned them one by one, quickly eliminating more than thirty as routine cases.

Of the remaining twenty, eleven had signed body donation agreements while alive.

And all eleven died before age twenty-two.

Wen Yan kept peeling back layers: the organs donated by these eleven—some successful, some failed.

But without exception, every one had at least one organ labeled "not suitable for transplant" before surgery, despite checks showing normal right up to extraction.

Wen Yan saw this, put away his phone, and thought: if there isn't a ghost involved here, he'll eat the whole van.

As the corpse before him began to twitch—just about to rise—Wen Yan called Feng Yao.

"Hey, Feng Yao, got a nasty one for you. Listen:

My old pal picked up a client—she's turning demon, corpse mutation and all.

Yeah, yeah, super nasty business.

Twenty-one-year-old girl, donated her corneas when alive.

And there's a soul-suppressing nail pounded in her head.

Damn, how evil you gotta be alive, to be targeted like this."

"I'm not being sarcastic, just letting you know."

"Me take care of this? Hell no."

"I'm not volunteering to be a human lamppost. That sounds hella uncomfortable."

"If you're so capable, you handle it yourself—I can't, I'm allergic to dying."

"I've been patiently giving my best advice for half the day now."

"Honestly, if I hadn't talked her down a little, she wouldn't have to get her hands dirty at all."

"Tomorrow's trending news will be: 'New-style street lamps spontaneously grow corpse-like things.'"