I am your natural enemy

The moment he saw it, Wang Jianjun forgot about other things and only saw this picture.

He saw his grandfather and his young self, and other people, including Wen Yan, were ignored.

He struggled forward in the air that became increasingly thicker and more resistant, rushing forward like crazy.

The ripples set off by his roar slowly spread forward a little, and then disappeared in the air.

It's obviously very close, but I can't get past it no matter what.

His blood seemed to be burning, and some power began to be extracted from his blood.

He grabbed forward frantically, like a drowning man. When he saw the water surface immediately, wounds began to appear on his hands, and the skin seemed to be bruised.

When the blood from the wound seeped out, it seemed to be dizzy in the water and turned into blood mist.

The blood mist continued to spread, shrouding Wang Jianjun, but he no longer cared about it at all.

He knew almost instinctively that this was not an illusion, that this was real, that this was a reenactment of the tragedy of the past, that it was his grandfather, and that little kid was him.

As for why he saw it, he had no time to think about it.

With just one thought, he rushed in and covered the little kid's mouth.

A large amount of blood mist escaped and floated around him. The thick air and huge resistance here seemed to be reduced by the blood mist.

Wang Jianjun didn't care about the flesh being torn and the blood being shed, he just wanted to go faster and faster.

The purest will, accompanied by a firm will that is almost burning, gave birth to the blood mist, which slowly turned into totems and symbols around him.

Every time a totem or symbol is generated, the pattern will turn into a streak of blood and re-enter Wang Jianjun's body.

From this moment on, if Wen Yan sees the prompt again, he will find that the words "transferring" have disappeared.

He rushed in crazily, and the resistance became more and more intense, and more and more blood mist totems began to circle around his body. At this moment, Wang Jianjun's movements paused slightly.

His view of the little kid was blocked.

Wen Yan happened to appear there, blocking his view.

…

Mr. Wang's Nuo dance is still going on, and the inexplicable pressure is still going on, without wavering at all.

Even if his grandson is in the hands of others, that lunatic still has a shotgun in his hand.

If Wen Yan hadn't come and had a frank talk with Mr. Wang before he came up, Mr. Wang might really not understand and would really hesitate.

But now, Mr. Wang knows that he is dead.

But in the present world, his grandson not only awakened, but also came to Wangjia'ao. The only thing Mr. Wang had to do was to send Wen Yan out.

Mr. Wang continued to do his thing, but those young people couldn't bear it anymore.

Even if they are not obsessed with brats, they are young and energetic, and they have always had smooth sailing. When have they ever received this kind of anger?

The young man with his head bandaged immediately raised the shotgun in his hand.

However, the next moment, his eyes blurred and the shotgun disappeared from his hand.

A piece of gray cloth rolled up the shotgun and wrapped it around it. As Wen Yan pulled the gray cloth, the shotgun was twisted into a twist.

Wen Yan walked up, and one of the young men, whose face was green and white, and who clearly had a deep ghost spirit in his body, immediately wrapped his arms around the little kid. He pinched the little kid with a ferocious look on his face.

"Look who that is, say, who is that?"

The next moment, gray cloth flew out and quickly entangled his head tightly. The gray cloth continued to grow longer, entangled several young people together, and wrapped the human body with the gray cloth in the lightest way.

Wen Yan stepped forward and looked at the child who had tears in his eyes and was choked. At this moment, he still stretched out his hand to cover his mouth. He reached out and patted the child on the shoulder.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, guns are just toys."

Wen Yan picked up the shotgun that had been twisted into a twist. The muscles in his arm tensed instantly and he bent it, then threw it aside.

Looking at the young people on the ground tearing off the gray cloth on their faces, Wen Yan also reached out and patted one of them gently.

"It's okay, relax, dizziness is normal."

After listening to Wen Yan's words, the young man struggling on the ground gradually slowed down and lay there motionless.

Wen Yan held the child and waited aside, while the gray cloth flew back in circles, as if asking for credit.

Wen Yan glanced at the few people on the ground, who had already passed out. Even if he didn't care, they would not be able to survive for a few days if the ghost energy and yin energy penetrated their bodies so deeply.

He was still waiting quietly, waiting for Mr. Wang to open the way back for him.

…

Wang Jianjun struggled desperately and kept rushing forward. Before he could rush over, he saw Wen Yan calmly deal with the young people, and then he was still talking to the children.

The child had tears in his eyes and reached out his hand to cover his mouth, with a trace of confusion on his face.

Wang Jianjun couldn't hold it back and burst into tears. He recognized Wen Yan and had eaten in his shop.

He didn't know why Wen Yan was there, and it didn't matter.

He just wanted to stop the kid from shouting something he shouldn't have.

The blood mist that was boiling violently around him gradually began to calm down.

At this moment, the light falling from the stone walls on both sides became brighter and brighter, and there seemed to be a thunderous explosion behind them.

The sound kept echoing in the crevices of the mountain. Wang Jianjun looked back and saw that the fellow who was leading the way was holding a shotgun with a shortened barrel in his hand. He kicked his wife to the ground and pointed the shotgun at her. Looking at his wife.

"Don't stop, keep digging, hurry up, if you dare to stop, the next shot will hit her."

The fellow villager with a long scar on his forehead, his previous kindness completely disappeared, leaving only a ferocious look on his face.

This image and expression immediately reminded Wang Jianjun of his memory.

That year, several young people broke into his house. One of them fell down at the door, and the skin on his forehead seemed to have been peeled off. With his ferocious expression, it was particularly scary.

He began to remember that he was not naughty enough to leave his home without permission to find his grandfather.

But someone took him away.

"Oh it's you!"

Wang Jianjun's eyes were full of shock. The man from back then was still alive, and it had been so long that no one remembered what he had done.

The only thing the villagers remember is that the now lonely old man Wang Shishi has stayed in the village all his life. The house he lives in now is built with government subsidies, and he still gets money every month, and hospitalization and medical treatment are free of charge. .

Wang Jianjun recognized the shotgun and remembered that he had seen it before.

Unexpectedly, Wang Shiwu sawed off the barrel and still kept the shotgun.

"Don't talk nonsense. I have been waiting for fifty years and I can hardly wait any longer. Finally, I got the opportunity.

Hurry up and keep going, keep digging. If you dare to stop or slow down, you will kill your wife Xun first. "

Wang Shififu pulled the hammer and might shoot at any time.

"you……"

"Try another nonsense word!" Wang Fifteen said with a ferocious look on his face, pointing his gun directly at the back of Wang Jianjun's wife.

Wang Jianjun didn't dare to say anything, so he immediately turned around and continued walking forward.

He fell into that sticky obstacle and continued to move forward step by step.

Wang Shiwu in the rear was still urging Wang Jianjun to speed up.

Wang Jianjun didn't dare to stop. Wang Fifteen fired a shot in vain, telling him that the old shotgun in his hand was real, and now it was in a state of being activated at any time. He didn't dare to stimulate Wang Fifteen. Who knew if it would happen? Fire.

As he gritted his teeth and sneaked, he was only a few steps away from entering the huge cave ahead.

On the other side, Mr. Wang's Nuo dance has also reached its final stage.

In Wen Yan's eyes, countless chains flew out and inserted into the stone walls of the cave. The chains were constantly shrinking, pulling the stone walls toward the center, making the huge cave smaller and smaller.

When the cave shrank to only thirty or forty meters wide, earth and rocks began to fall on one of the stone walls, and a bloody hand poked out from the stone wall.

Wang Jianjun was covered in blood, and most of the obstacles in front of him disappeared in an instant. He staggered and fell to the ground from inside.

A crack appeared on the stone wall.

Wang Jianjun was covered in blood, and he tried to look back. His wife was lying on the ground, and Wang Shiwu was holding an old shotgun in his hand and could no longer look at Wang Jianjun's wife.

He saw Mr. Wang wearing a feather coat inside, saw the young Wang Jianjun, and even saw his young self falling to the ground.

He laughed like crazy, as if something he had longed for for a long time had finally been verified.

"Successful, successful, finally got through..."

He danced forward, and when he saw Wang Jianjun lying on the ground covered in blood and exhausted, he held an old shotgun in his hand with a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

“Sure enough, you are just like your grandfather, both are good at dancing.

If you can open this channel, you can close it later.

Don't blame me for being cruel. Keeping you here will make me uncomfortable.

If I hadn't hoped that one day you would come and open this place, I would have strangled you to death here!

Now that I've let you see your grandfather, you should be content. "

Wang Shiwu held up the old shotgun and pointed it at Wang Jianjun's head. Without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

At this moment, behind Wang Shiwu, Wang Jianjun's daughter-in-law, with a disgraced face, gritted her teeth, screamed and rushed towards Wang Shiwu.

The moment Wang Shiwu turned around, on the other side, more than 20 meters away, a piece of gray cloth turned into a javelin. It was blessed with yang energy by Wen Yan and was thrown towards him. Coupled with the speed of the gray cloth, the gray cloth turned into a javelin. Cross this distance quickly.

As for Wang Jianjun's wife, Wang Jianjun's wife hugged his legs, and he was about to be dragged down. His heart suddenly changed, and he didn't care about Wang Jianjun's wife at all. He pointed the gun at Wang Jianjun's head and pulled the trigger.

The moment the bullet was fired, the two ends of the gray cloth also flew over. The gray cloth rotated and got into the barrel of the gun, blocking the barrel.

Bang!

Exploded.

How could a decades-old shotgun withstand such a situation? The back of the barrel exploded directly, and several fragments exploded. One of Wang Shishi's eyes was blinded by a fragment on the spot.

The shotgun exploded, and the gray cloth blocking the barrel flew backwards due to the impact.

The deafening sound echoed here, but the next moment, Wang Shiwu gritted his teeth, took off the hatchet with his other hand, and struck Wang Jianjun on the back with the knife. The sharp tip of the hatchet penetrated directly into Wang Jianjun. of the heart.

After completing this step, Wang Shishi raised his head, blood dripping from one eye. His ferocious expression and gray hair made him look like an evil ghost.

He stood up staggeringly, went up into the cave, and roared.

"I did everything I set out to do, now it's your turn to deliver on your promise."

Wang Shiwu laughed wildly, and the next moment, he saw countless dead bones and dead souls on the stone wall in the cave, as well as a wild atmosphere, transforming into the images of animals.

In Wen Yan's eyes, countless dead souls with dead bones, as well as various transformed animals he didn't recognize, gathered into a torrent and rushed towards the crack where Wang Fifteen was.

The next moment, a dazzling light lit up in the cave. Wen Yan blessed himself with the violent sun, and the yang energy in his body suddenly increased dozens of times.

He replaced it with the temporary ability "overflow".

The moment he was stimulated, the Yang Qi, Qi, blood, heart fire and other powers in his body began to turn into a red-gold flame halo, spreading in all directions in waves.

The halo of flames echoed here, making buzzing echoes.

Wen Yan rushed over like a cheetah.

The torrent of skeletal souls that emerged here was shattered and dissipated by the wave of red-gold flames that emerged from his body. Those phantoms that were like a migrating torrent of creatures gathered together were also caught by a wave of his body. A wave of spreading halo blocked it.

After Wen Yan rushed over, he didn't mess with the hatchet inserted in Wang Jianjun's back. He immediately took out a piece of snack and prepared to give it to Wang Jianjun. No matter what, he had to let Wang Jianjun eat it first.

But when he touched Wang Jianjun, his eyes flashed slightly.

Wang Jianjun already has the buff from his grandmother, and it has been going on for some time.

Wen Yan turned around and glanced at the child with tears in his eyes, who was obviously scared to death, but still stretched out his hands to cover his mouth, and suddenly understood.

The snacks and candies he gave to the children before had already been buffed.

The child and Wang Jianjun are the same person, and this buff cannot be added to the same person twice at the same time.

Wen Yan stood up, looked at Wang Shiwu who was rushing towards him, and slapped him with his backhand. Half of the teeth in Wang Shishi's mouth were knocked out again, and half of them were knocked out again.

Wang Fifteen was old after all, and half of his face was deformed after being slapped by Wen Yan.

After he hit the stone wall, he seemed to soften and lay motionless.

After changing his eyes, Wen Yan could no longer see those concrete illusions. He stood at the mouth of this crack and allowed the overflow to transform his power into other powers, spreading wave after wave.

At this time, the surging power in the cave became stronger and stronger, and the things drilled out of the stone wall seemed endless. The vast ancient power filled every corner of the cave.

Those forces are swarming towards the cracks, constantly impacting, trying to rush out.

Wen Yan dragged Wang Jianjun back into the crack and asked his wife to take care of him first.

"Don't move him or pull out the knife. He will lose a lot of blood. Don't worry, he won't die."

At the same time, the whole mountain seemed to come alive, and the ancient atmosphere began to revive rapidly, even if Wen Yan blocked the crack, he couldn't stop it.

Some forces are spreading directly along the mountain itself.

Wang Shiwu, who was whipped out by Wen Yan, staggered to his feet. The broken bones in his body were quickly reconnected. He roared in pain, and new teeth began to grow in his mouth. .

After a few seconds, he raised his head, his eyes were dark, and behind him there was a torrent of power visible to the naked eye, pouring into his body.

His eyes were indifferent and his expression was a bit ferocious, looking at Mr. Wang who was still dancing in the center of the cave as if he was not affected by anything at all.

"Can you stop me this time? Your grandson opened this place with his own hands. What's the point of doing these things? Are you going to be trapped here and die forever, never being able to escape?"

Mr. Wang stopped dancing. He put one hand on the top of the wooden pole stuck in the ground and stamped his foot heavily.

The next moment, a strong wind suddenly began to blow, and strong winds began to blow in the mountains that stretched for hundreds of miles. Black clouds filled the sky, and thunder sounded like drums.

Mr. Wang took the initiative to speak.

"Bie Sun, remember clearly, it's not me who's trapped here, it's you who was forced to be trapped here by me!"

The next moment, from a perspective that ordinary people couldn't see, countless chains broke out of the ground with the mountain at their feet as the center.

Countless chains rushed out over a distance of tens of miles. Each chain was bound to the phantom of a living being, many of which were long extinct living beings.

The chains suddenly tightened, dragging all the power seeping out from the cracks, as if dragging something solid, forcibly dragging them back into the cracks, and back into the cave from the cracks.

Behind Mr. Wang, the phantom with its big mouth kept swallowing all the chains.

There were also chains inserted into Wang Fifteen's body, and the thing that possessed Wang Fifteen was forcibly dragged out.

When Wen Yan looked at Wang Shiwu, he finally saw the prompt.

"Mountain ghost."

"The origin is unknown. There are many things named after it, and there is no specific image. It is one of the earliest and oldest strange anomalies.

The consciousness of this resurrected mountain ghost comes from humans, and the specifics cannot be determined.

He was very lucky to be able to recover within the first few years of his spiritual energy recovery, because he could be very weak or very strong.

He was also very unlucky to meet Daiji.

Even if it doesn't catch up with the good times, most of the power and inheritance will be unusable. It can still sit in the first row of all witch festivals by relying only on seals, talent and understanding.

It was not that Daji was trapped here, but that he was chained by Daji and trapped here. "

"Every one of the migration streams you see is him. This is the most difficult thing about this thing.

He will never truly die. When one consciousness dissipates, sooner or later there will be a new dominant consciousness.

Life is endless, from the moment of birth, there is no end.

The most suitable power to deal with him is the seal.

Friendly reminder: What you can see is only for mountain ghosts. The person with the strongest seal direction is right in front of you. "