I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 680 - 261: Choose Between Two Titles, Rumor Holy Land (5k)_3

"Hm?"

Wen Yan frowned, immediately recalling that the Scorching Sun Department was still secretly carrying out sanitation and cleaning activities internally—definitely not something they could finish in just ten days or so.

"Since you started it, we have a reason to upgrade our access and take action regarding related matters.

Everyone's actually under surveillance. Up to just now, seven CEOs from entertainment companies connected to live streaming have been brought in for a little 'chat.'

Not a single one got away."

"There's already some related news online now—it should be trending."

"But all these things, at least so far, have nothing to do with the Scorching Sun Department."

"What about the people involved with Hundred Cities Hospital?"

"One member from the profit chain, over an uneven split and after his wife had three miscarriages—the fourth time she finally got pregnant—he wanted to do some good for the child and turned himself in to the police in Luoyue County. A task force was formed overnight for such a major case, and arrests and investigations began."

"What about the Scorching Sun Department?"

"Nanwu County Scorching Sun Department only accidentally caught two demons who'd snuck in overnight from Luoyue County, and bolted the second they saw a Scorching Sun member—nothing to do with all this."

Wen Yan scratched his head. The way they were handling things felt complicated—he was starting to get lost in it.

"Forget it. I won't question you guys—as long as no one escapes, that's enough."

"Some people really aren't in the Divine Land—hard to catch. So, we just have to be careful, also..."

"Don't tell me the details. I'm not even a Scorching Sun member—if there's a leak, I'll turn into the main suspect again."

Feng Yao paused, took out a pair of glasses, put them on, then glanced over in Pei Tugou's direction before immediately removing them.

"Now, there's just that guy's problem..."

"What problem?"

Feng Yao looked conflicted, thinking of what he'd just seen. He put the glasses back in their case.

"It's nothing. I just mean, for some of the pendants that regular people can see—after hanging them up, we need to clean up."

"I didn't see anything." Wen Yan shot a look back, his expression untouched, and replied flatly.

"Pretend I never asked. What I mean is, along the embankment by West River, they've just changed out a ton of streetlights. They're really sturdy, with a spot up top perfect for hanging decorations during festivals."

"Got it."

Feng Yao went over and told Pei Tugou—who looked just like a shadow, still holding a bunch of helium balloons. Pei Tugou nodded.

Just like some guy hustling balloons during the holidays for fun—once the festival's over and there's still balloons left, he starts handing them out for free and recording videos all over town.

He climbed each of the streetlights and hung the things he was holding up, one by one.

The reserved mounting holes were a perfect fit.

Seeing Pei Tugou get to work, Feng Yao quickly turned and left—after all, as a Scorching Sun member, it didn't feel right to watch the decorations go up in person.

Pei Tugou happily decorated the streetlights along West River for free.

Wen Yan watched as one after another of those dancing, seemingly joyful figures swung from the lights—they seemed pretty satisfied, too.

At least, dying by Pei Tugou's hand was peaceful. Even if they had physical bodies, odds are they wouldn't come back as ghosts for a second shot at dying.

Wen Yan looked at that so-called doctor, strung up and hanging—just stared quietly while the man struggled and finally suffocated.

"Death was too good for him."

Wen Yan turned to leave, pulled out his phone, and checked—it was true, the topic was now trending.

Below, a bunch of rubberneckers were copy-pasting takes, cursing out the damned gambler.

And people were starting to file reports, real name complaints—things were lively.

Wen Yan searched around and quickly found the news. That company he'd been watching before—its boss had been nabbed, also on the grounds of illegal gambling operations.

In these bandwagon-hopping companies, it's rare to find anyone truly clean. Of course, their biggest fear was never being arrested for economic crimes.

But for the company Wen Yan followed, they probably feared this the least. They handled these things carefully.

These ghost companies didn't even squeeze their workers dry for every cent. Whatever they wanted, it must've been much bigger—so big they didn't care about that little bit of profit at all.

Wen Yan didn't join Pei Tugou, who was gleefully putting up decorations. Instead, he looked over at the demonic corpse girl.

"Your revenge—guess that's pretty much settled, right?"

The demonic corpse girl nodded, still a bit dazed.

She'd just coasted along the whole time, barely lifted a finger—just watched as someone who'd totally overpowered her died, wiped clean without leaving even ashes behind.

She knew this might not be the end, but that was just a matter of time now.

The resentment and hatred in her heart had already started to fade.

In her senses, the end point of her ruined eyes had finally, completely vanished.

The killing aura around her began to subside. Her energy grew calm, and even her skin tone started to look more normal.

Wen Yan hurriedly took off his own jacket—missing a sleeve—and handed it to her.

"Better put this on."

The demonic corpse girl glanced down and finally noticed, near her heart, the hole that had once gaped gruesomely and exposed her heart was starting to heal. She ducked her head and put on Wen Yan's torn jacket.

"What do you want to do next?"

"I thought once I took my revenge, I'd die—but I'm still here."

"If you die the second you finish your purpose, you're not a demonic corpse."

"Then I don't know what I want to do."

...

Rakshasa Ghost Market, in a familiar teahouse where rumors collected—in the hours before dawn—the market, which should have settled down, was still bustling.

A bunch of ghosts were deep in gossip, discussing the tale of the Great Killer Star of Virtue City leaving town and going on a killing spree.

While they were talking, a voice shouted—

"Big news!"

A green-faced, fanged ghost with bulging muscles—he looked mean as hell—burst in, panic all over his face. He downed three cups of wine in a row before he calmed down a bit.

"You done drinking? Then out with it!"

"Listen, I just heard—Fuyu Mountain is reviving an old tradition!

One disciple from Fuyu Mountain, a total natural.

In just one day—he crashed through Qingcheng! Then Wudang!"

"Where'd you hear that nonsense?" someone asked.

"Why would I lie to you? I'm from Qingcheng—I saw Daoist Master Qing Xuzi rush over, totally freaked out.

That Fuyu sect disciple—he controlled the Great Killer Star and killed a Great Demon who'd been reclusive in Qingcheng, then just walked off like it was nothing.

Not long after, my sworn brother in Wudang called me.

They showed up at Wudang and—right in front of the Wudang Sect Leader—killed the divine beast guarding Wudang's mountain gate!

Then walked away. The Wudang Sect Leader, after coming back, just sighed—didn't say a word."