I am your natural enemy

The next day, Wen Yan was still lying in Zhu Wangye's new home. Today, his symptoms were almost gone. Zhu Wangye still brought him a casserole with cooked sweet soup.

Wen Yan held a small bowl and drank the sweet soup. He had begun to think that this thing was very delicious. The warm feeling in the stomach would greatly relieve the discomfort.

He asked Zhu Wangye again today. Zhu Wangye said twice that this was just an ordinary sweet soup. Ordinary people have it at home. The noodles don't need to be the best refined white noodles, and the sugar doesn't need to be white sugar.

The simplest and most common things are the best. This was the case hundreds of years ago. When the children in the family were not feeling well, they would cook some of this. It is still the same now.

Easy to digest, hot food, and sugar.

Wen Yan didn't ask any more questions. He just went to the kitchen to learn. It was indeed the simplest thing, just as Wen Yan remembered. Twenty years ago, the local ten-year-old children could make it, and the difficulty was about the same as tomato scrambled eggs.

Of course, he knew that the most common thing had an effect comparable to special medicine for his symptoms. This was obviously abnormal.

He asked this twice, but Prince Zhu didn't say it. But Wen Yan felt that it didn't seem like he was keeping it a secret, so there was only one possibility left.

He couldn't say it, or he didn't know how to say it at all.

Even if Prince Zhu didn't say it, Wen Yan could probably guess that Prince Zhu knew how to treat his symptoms.

Then there was a high probability that he knew what caused his symptoms.

Or, he had experienced something similar before.

When he thought of this, Wen Yan thought about who Prince Zhu was.

He had some guesses in his mind. There was only one guess before, that is, Prince Zhu was not crowned as a prince during his lifetime, but he was a member of the old Zhu family.

When the old Zhu family reached the later period, it was already a huge burden to support the huge members of the royal family. God knows who the old Zhu family was.

But now, Wen Yan has a concept in his mind. A prince of the old Zhu family seems to have a high status, but there is no record of his deeds, and everyone seems to have no impression.

Including those old ghosts who have been revived, they have no impression.

Maybe there is only another explanation that is more appropriate.

All the related things have been erased.

Just like what Wen Yan experienced this time.

If this is the case, then it may not be possible to say it casually. If Prince Zhu is really an eyewitness and the protagonist of the incident, then if he says these things, it may really have some impact or attract attention.

Wen Yan lay on the recliner, closed his eyes and recalled.

The first time Prince Zhu helped him check his body, his hand almost instinctively retracted. His shock was difficult to completely conceal, and he couldn't control his own emotions.

When asked about the sweet soup twice, Prince Zhu answered casually the first time, and the second time he answered exactly the same, but he seemed unusually serious.

That expression was definitely telling him something.

Just as he was thinking about it, his phone rang, and he saw that it was Feng Yao's call.

"What's the matter?"

"You ran too fast yesterday. My colleagues over there contacted me and wanted me to help ask. Can you give me some details? After all, we have to write a report. The ghost yesterday was very strange and typical. We must write a big report."

"Don't you all have records? What characteristics and features, everything, why are you asking me?"

"The problem you solved, in case you encounter similar problems in the future..."

"Stop."

"What's the matter?"

"I wouldn't tell you if you think my solution to the problem is useful for reference?"

"..." Feng Yao was choked and didn't know what to say.

Indeed, it was recorded that the ghost could pull out people's souls. It seemed that it was not just a simple power, but a certain ability.

The current survivors are still in the hospital. In fact, they have not suffered much damage. It's just that their souls were forced to leave their bodies and they need time to recuperate.

According to the subsequent statements of the survivors after they woke up, the ghost may not have been trying to harm people. There is a great possibility that the ghost was just for a look.

The Lieyang Department investigated the previous victims. There was nothing much to say about the ghost with corpse spots. He was definitely not a good person.

As for the living victims, there are clues that show that guy also has big problems.

However, the Lieyang Department is not very willing to continue investigating. After all, everyone knows that even if there is a problem, it is just a low-level minion. If he can come forward, it means that there is a problem, and no one will be implicated.

In addition, they are all colleagues. Considering various factors, the people of the Lieyang Department think that the person is dead and it is not appropriate to continue digging deeper.

In addition to the words of the Taoist priest, it can be basically determined that the strange ghost is just to confirm something, not to kill people.

And Wen Yan, who went to solve this matter, is a soulless person.

This is indeed of no reference value. It is purely based on talent. Others really can't learn it.

And the useful information is indeed available in the Lieyang Department, so there is no need for Wen Yan to add any details.

Feng Yao sighed.

"Okay, that's true. That's it. Bye."

"Wait, have you still felt like vomiting these past two days?"

"Uh..."

After hearing Wen Yan's words, Feng Yao's face looked a little strange. The feeling of being suppressed by the busy work began to come up again, and he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit again.

After all, he had tried it several times in succession for the sake of experiment.

"Hang up, hang up."

Feng Yao hurriedly hung up the phone.

Wen Yan knew the result just by listening to the voice. It just so happened that he also needed an experiment target now.

After another day of lying dead in Prince Zhu's place, at night, nothing unusual happened, so Wen Yan was ready to leave.

Before leaving, Prince Zhu took Wen Yan to the room where Lao Zhu's tablet was enshrined.

"Come on, let's put some incense on it."

Wen Yan lit three sticks of incense with yang energy, bowed respectfully, and inserted them into the incense burner.

Prince Zhu nodded and followed suit. He looked at Lao Zhu's memorial tablet and thought to himself.

Since I have paid my respects and you, the old man, do not disagree, then the matter is settled.

After Wen Yan finished paying his respects, Lao Zhu handed Wen Yan a package wrapped in red cloth.

"Take it back. I specially invited it for you. If you are free on the fifteenth day of every month, you can worship it. Every year on the fourth and second day of the first lunar month, remember to worship it as well."

"Okay." Wen Yan knew what it was as soon as he saw the shape of the package. He didn't ask any more questions. There should be no results.

Prince Zhu felt relieved when he saw that Wen Yan didn't ask anything.

"You carry it back and offer it properly. It's good for you."

"Is it appropriate to say this directly?"

"There's nothing inappropriate. Saying it in front of his old man made him happy."

Wen Yan glanced at Lao Zhu's memorial tablet and said to himself that Prince Zhu was really a member of Lao Zhu's family, and judging from his tone, he was probably not the later Zhu family.

Lao Zhu's power among his juniors is not that strong at all.

Wen Yan carried the red parcel on his back, which was heavy. Before leaving, Wen Yan thought about it.

"Is it appropriate for me to go to hell?"

"Where are there so many suitable and inappropriate ones?" Prince Zhu felt annoyed by Wen Yan.

Wen Yan burst out laughing, that's right, there are so many things that are suitable and inappropriate, and if they are not suitable, that is also other people's problem.

He left the underworld and arrived at Yuzhou on a smooth journey.

When I saw Feng Yao, Feng Yao didn't look very good, and his face was a little yellow and green.

Wen Yan asked about it and found out that Feng Yao was a lunatic. He actually went to see the pictures and experiment several times himself.

"Talent! Do you really want to make progress?"

"Don't mention it now. I just hope that Minister Cai is still here. I'm almost exhausted. My bed is getting hairy and I haven't gone back."

"Okay, just wait while I go get you something to eat."

Wen Yan came to the kitchen, borrowed a small milk pot, cooked a small pot of sweet soup for Feng Yao, and brought it to him.

"Eat."

"What is this?"

"You can eat it if you are told to, don't talk nonsense, hurry up, I will cook it myself, don't regret it if you don't eat it!"

Feng Yao hesitated, but finally tasted it. It was very ordinary. After one taste, he knew that the color was not soy sauce, but brown sugar.

He was still a little confused. When Wen Yan said what he was doing, he began to feel a slight warmth spreading in his belly.

Feng Yao was startled for a moment and continued to eat. This time he was sure that he would no longer feel nauseated when eating. Instead, as he ate more, that feeling began to be suppressed.

He stopped talking and ate while blowing. After eating half the pot alone, he raised his head.

"Where did you learn this? Is it very useful?"

"People all over the north will eat this when their children feel sick or have a bad stomach."

"I mean……"

"I said it, everyone in the north knows it, and it has been spread among the people for a long, long time."

Feng Yao raised his head, looked at Wen Yan's eyes, and couldn't help but take a breath of air.

"this……"

Has something similar happened before?

And the right things are the most common and easiest to obtain?

"There are no relevant records in the Lieyang Department?"

"Tell me, is it possible that the Lieyang Department has only been established for a few decades, and many of the information are based on previous records?"

"How is it possible that there is no record of such a thing?"

"Do records have to be reliable? Can they be passed down?"

"..." Feng Yao was speechless.

Many of the current records in the Lieyang Tribe are actually supplemented by the Three Mountains and Five Sacred Mountains, and a small part are actually supplemented by the classics left behind by those who went to sea two hundred to one hundred years ago.

After Feng Yao thought about it again and again, he solemnly asked a question.

"Tell me, can I record this thing and put it in the Lieyang Department?"

"I advise you not to record it. At most, you just feel uncomfortable. Drink some sweet soup."

"understood."

Feng Yao was now completely sure that similar things must have happened in the past and would have triggered similar reactions.

But just like that picture, the things in it no longer exist at all, and the relevant records will also be erased.

And things that alleviate side effects probably cannot be recorded directly.

So how can this thing be passed down?

The simplest way is to make this thing a very, very common household item within easy reach of everyone.

It's better to have something to eat.

It is best to add another one according to the characteristics of the Chinese people. If the children at home feel uncomfortable, just eat this.

That can guarantee that when the children grow up, they will still remember it and it will still be passed down.

Thinking of this, Feng Yao thought to himself that the person who originally decided on this must be a genius.

If you think about it carefully, living conditions have improved in the past few decades.

In ancient times, no, even thirty years ago, this thing should still be the most popular thing chosen by parents, especially in the north. A few decades ago, things with added sugar were not suitable for children. nice one.

If it were placed in ancient times, it would be even less so.

"Can I ask where you learned this?"

"I told you, ordinary people can do it."

"Oh, I'm talking too much."

Feng Yao took the spoon and finished the remaining half of the pot. He patted his belly and leaned back on the chair.

"I haven't had a full meal for several days, and now I finally feel comfortable."

"Give me a reason in the next few days. I want to go to the headquarters and meet with the chief."

"It's a simple matter. There are so many things in the Lieyang Department. It's not easy to find a reason to invite you and why you have to go. Just wait for the notification."

Feng Yao didn't ask any more questions, nor did he ask what Wen Yan was carrying on his back.

Wen Yan ended his trip and returned home.

When I got to the basement, I took a look and sighed, unable to give up.

He came to the underground hive and found a place on the first floor facing north and against the wall. He rearranged the altar table here without asking anyone to help, and he spent the whole night here by himself.

Finally, the altar table was all set up, and after he cleaned the tables and chairs, he took off the red package from his back, took out Lao Zhu's tablet, and placed it on the altar table.

He also took an incense burner from Fuyu Mountain and placed it in front of the elevated memorial tablet.

He lit incense and after worshiping, he said.

"These are all my relatives and friends. It would not be appropriate if I placed your old man's memorial tablet alone.

I'm sure you, the old man, won't mind this. "

Wen Yan followed the worshipers at home and worshiped together.

Anyway, just worship Lao Zhu. No matter from any angle, there is nothing wrong with him.

After doing this, it was already dawn, and he came to the living room and had breakfast together.

After the meal, he lay on the sofa and squinted for a while. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was in a dream.

Grandma stood outside the door, looking at Wen Yan's expression, a little helpless.

"Grandma, why are you standing here?"

"You invited this person back, how dare I sit next to him."

"Everyone who comes to my house is an elder."

"You can think so, but I can't. It will appear unruly."

"Grandma, who at home still follows outside rules? Lao Zhu's family never has to strictly follow outside rules at all times, right?"

"That's true..."

Grandma took Wen Yan and sat on a chair in the yard.

"What happened?"

"Something happened, but I'm just guessing, I'm not sure."

"You tell me, and I'll help you find someone to ask."

"Say here, are you okay?"

"Maybe in other places." Grandma looked at the surrounding environment and at Wen Yan's house: "But here, it's still at your home, it's okay."

After holding it in for a long time, Wen Yan told him about his encounter with a strange Ah Piao.

"Just wait, I'll help you find someone to ask. You helped me a lot last time and almost lost your life. Now I'm just asking you something."

"Not really..."

"It's nothing. I risked my life, but I almost lost my life. Just wait, I'll find you if something happens."

Just as Wen Yan was about to say something else, he opened his eyes and found that he had woken up.

He thought about what his grandma said. In the dream, within the confines of his home, he didn't have to worry about the things he was worried about. Can he say whatever he wanted?

So, this is an absolute safe zone?

Wen Yan waited for another two days, and everything was fine, except that he called the director, which shocked him. The director came personally and told him that everything was fine at the funeral home. If you are injured, you should take good care of yourself. , if half a year is not enough, he will be granted one year of paid leave. He still has this right.

Two days later, he received a call from his fourth master's uncle.

"Hey, Wen Yan, are you busy these days?"

"You're not busy. Uncle Fourth Master, if you have anything to do, just give me your instructions."

"It's like this, there is a meeting over there in the Lieyang Department, and we from Fuyu Mountain have to send someone to attend, and we old guys don't want to bother.

Originally, it was your senior brother Qin who went there, but he has a temporary mission these days and is unavailable.

We in Fuyu Mountain seem to be a bit perfunctory in sending someone else there. You should go there. "

"Okay, when?"

"Tomorrow's meeting will be discussing how to initially promote some things after the spiritual energy has recovered to this stage.

Except for some policy-related things, the others should be related to martial arts. It would not be appropriate for us to go there. You martial arts practitioners would be more suitable.

Your uncle, Taishi, said that you can make full decisions on behalf of Fuyu Mountain on everything.

You can agree to whatever you think is appropriate.

You can reject anything you feel is inappropriate. "

"Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone and waiting for a few minutes, he received a formal electronic invitation on his phone.

It was a serious meeting, and the time and place had been set several days ago, and Fuyusan was indeed invited.

Feng Yao was right. It was too easy to find a serious and impeccable reason for him to go to the headquarters.

If he hadn't known in advance, he really wouldn't have been able to tell that this was arranged by Feng Yao.

In other words, this was not arranged at all and he should have gone.

Wen Yan waited for two days, but still saw no change. He speculated that the people behind him had indeed died down, or maybe the other party was very confident and did not believe that Wen Yan had the ability to know and respond to that situation.

He was actually worried that if the memories he had forgotten at that time came back, they would be "swallowed" by the other party and then spit out.

In this case, the other party will definitely know that he has a way to deal with it.

If your pigtails are pinched, you must be anxious, and you can't do nothing.

Nothing has changed now. There is a high probability that his abnormal reaction was purely a side effect of using that picture to interfere with the normal process.

These two properties are completely different.