I am your natural enemy

Wen Yan slept very well.

After being filled with yang energy all over the body, holding the warm jade in my hand, there is a warm warmth emerging from the inside out, just like it has been raining for several days and finally cleared up. There is a gentle breeze outside, the sky is high and the air is cool, neither cold nor hot. If the air is neither humid nor dry, people will feel particularly comfortable.

Little did he know that there would be more than one wave of people staring at his new home tonight.

But knowing it, he shouldn't care too much, as long as it doesn't cause trouble for him, he just wants to have a good sleep now.

I have only been working for a few days, and I have already stayed up all night two or three times, which is really hard.

If it weren't for the director and Feng Yao, who represented the funeral home and the Lieyang Department, both stuffing cakes into their mouths, he would really be a little unable to withstand it.

As for what kind of weird fuss, come on, if he wasn't so poor that he couldn't afford to rent a house and couldn't afford several months' rent and deposit at a time, why did he move directly after getting the key given by Feng Yao without even looking at it?

Wen Yan slept soundly and comfortably, but others were unhappy.

In the villa at the back, there is an incense table in the center of the main hall. There is an incense burner in the middle with a handful of incense inserted in it. There are several candles next to it, burning with weak flames, but the light can only illuminate the surrounding two sides. meter range.

Where the candles couldn't illuminate, there were several dark figures standing. One of them stood in front of the window, gritting his teeth as he looked at the lights under the eaves of the house in front of him.

"What do you mean! What do you mean! Does sleeping in front of our grave block our feng shui?"

"Hiss... ha..."

Outside the place where the halo shines, several black figures stretch their necks and inhale the incense. The light smoke floats, and the halo of the candlelight weakens again.

"Eat, eat, eat, just know how to eat, you are all a bunch of losers!"

The dark figure by the window walked towards the altar table angrily, but the other dark figures anticipated it, and several of them hugged his limbs and torso.

"Old Zhao, calm down, you can't lift the dining table even if you're angry."

"Yes, Lao Zhao, what age are we in now? You have to be scientific and don't want to be superstitious or have Feng Shui or Feng Shui."

"Even if you talk about Feng Shui, this place has been built as a house for so many years, and Feng Shui has long been gone."

"Yes, Feng Shui is for living people. You are a dead ghost. What Feng Shui are you talking about? Do you understand Feng Shui?"

The trapped Lao Zhao's body swelled with anger. His head tilted and fell from his neck. It turned into an angry and disheveled head and hit the altar table.

With a bang, the altar table was knocked over, the incense candles were extinguished, the offerings were scattered on the floor, and the incense ashes were scattered everywhere.

"It's broken. Why are there so few people? Who is it? Have you forgotten who should hold Lao Zhao's head?"

"I didn't know that it was my turn to hug my left leg today, this weekend, not me."

"It's not me either, I'm holding the right arm."

"I hugged the waist."

"The left hand I hold."

"My right leg."

"Then why is there one missing!"

"How did I know! I just knew it was the weekend, but there was no plain chicken!"

"That's too much. Why don't you cut chicken for free on the weekend?"

"That's it, let's go out and ask them, we're cutting the chicken for free!"

"right!"

A group of dark shadows began to quarrel among themselves as they talked.

The black shadow named Lao Zhao was torn into pieces, and every part was held by a black shadow.

They reassembled every body part, then picked up Lao Zhao's head and placed it on his neck.

"Come on, Lao Zhao, let's go make some noise. Why don't we cut chicken for free on the weekend?"

Lao Zhao stretched out his hand expressionlessly, turned his upside-down head back, silently came to the door, and opened it.

Under the miserable moonlight, the old ghost with disheveled hair stepped out of the villa door.

Behind him, there were five guys following. They were as skinny as wood, with strange looks, crooked melons and cracked dates, and wandering eyes. They looked like thieves even if they weren't stealing.

But at this moment, these five crooked melons and cracked jujubes were lined up in a row, with their heads held high and their arms slightly raised, as if everyone was suffering from cryptomycosis, and they looked quite confident and strong.

They passed the disheveled old Zhao and went straight to the backyard of Wen Yan's villa.

One of the guys stretched out his hand to knock on the door, and the guy behind him immediately stretched out his hand and slapped him on the head.

"You are stupid. We are here to cause trouble. Do we still call it trouble by knocking on the door?" No. 2 Waigua hates the fact that iron cannot become steel.

"Oh, you're right." As he said that, Split Zao No. 1 was about to go through the wall next to him.

"You are stupid, we are here to make trouble, so we can only kick the door down!" No. 3 immediately added.

No. 1 thought about it, and it was right.

He took a deep breath, held his head high, and kicked the backyard door.

The next moment, there was a flash of light, and No. 1 screamed and turned into a rolling donkey, rolling backwards as if it had been hit hard.

Several crooked melons and split dates lined up behind him were knocked around and fell to the ground.

They looked up and seemed to see two generals holding big maces and glaring eyes walking down from the back of the door, turning their heads and glaring at them.

There is also a yellow talisman, emitting light to exorcise evil spirits, looming behind the door.

The five guys stayed away from each other, and No. 5 quietly walked around, stretched his head through the iron fence, took a look inside, and his eyes immediately widened.

"They even put the consecrated door god on the back of the back door! And even added an evil-exorcism charm!"

"hiss……"

"frenzied!"

"This man is so bad!"

"It must be intentional!"

Lao Zhao, who was silent on the side, couldn't help it at this time.

"Are you guys making trouble or not?!"

"If you can't open the door with kicking, let's stop making trouble."

"That's right, if you don't kick the door, how can you make trouble? Are you stupid, Old Zhao?"

"Let's go."

The five-person group of Wai Gua Split Zao crossed their arms, held their heads high, and returned to their residence.

Lao Zhao stood outside, shaking with anger from these guys.

Looking at the villa behind, black figures stood motionless by the windows, but no one came out.

"A bunch of cowards!"

Old Zhao gritted his teeth and walked to the side. His figure kept shrinking, and he passed directly through the iron fence and entered the backyard. Like a gecko, he clung to the wall and climbed along the rainwater pipe to the second floor.

He was smarter and saw the exorcism charm attached to the inside of the window. He pushed the window screen gently, and the sliding screen pushed through. With little effort, the exorcism charm was finally rubbed off and fell to the ground.

He smiled proudly and climbed through the window into the bedroom.

In the bedroom, apart from the bed, even the bedside table had not been prepared yet. Wen Yan was sleeping with his arms spread out, soundly and deeply.

Lao Zhao walked around the bed twice and saw no reaction from Wen Yan, so he suddenly grinned.

"I thought he was some kind of master, but he turned out to be an ordinary person, and he got on you first!"

Lao Zhao opened his arms and rushed towards Wen Yan.

But the next moment, he passed through Wen Yan's body and lay directly under the bed.

He was startled slightly and quickly crawled out from under the bed.

But when he looked up, he saw that Wen Yan, who was sleepy and not very pretty, had sat up and was looking at him.

He was sleeping soundly when he suddenly noticed a familiar chill, and Wen Yan woke up immediately.

Through the feeling of the cold, Wen Yan was probably sure that he was completely incomparable to Feng Dongmei at his peak, and much weaker than the mummy phantom he met in the funeral home for the first time.

It's about as cold as one-tenth of a mummy.

It's almost certain that he is a weakling.

Before Wen Yan could say anything, he saw Lao Zhao opposite him, his body expanded and he took on a hideous and terrifying death look.

"Jiejiejie..."

Wen Yan was speechless. He didn't stimulate Xue Nuanyu's yang energy. He only stimulated a little of his own yang energy and poured it into his right hand. He slapped it and saw that Lao Zhao's head was whipped out.

"Laugh at you uncle!"

Lao Zhao's head fell to the ground, and there was a sizzling sound on his head, which made him whine in pain.

Wen Yan stepped forward, with his right hand wrapped in strong yang energy, he took a handful of Lao Zhao's hair and lifted his head up.

"Why are you shouting? Don't others need to sleep? Don't you have to go to work tomorrow! If you shout again, I'll blow your head off!"

Lao Zhao immediately stopped screaming and looked a little aggrieved.

"But, tomorrow is the weekend, so I won't go to work."