I am your natural enemy

Wen Yan tilted his neck slightly and looked at the time. It was still early, so he wandered to Wei's Medical Center.

Doctor Wei still had the light on, but there were no patients. He was sitting there listening to something unknown whether it was the radio or an audiobook. When he saw Wen Yan approaching with his head tilted slightly, he couldn't help but laugh.

"What's wrong with you?"

"She seems a little out of breath or has a stiff neck. Please help me."

"Come, sit on the stool."

Doctor Wei stretched out his hand, pinched Wen Yan's neck, and asked Wen Yan to try turning it, listening to Wen Yan's feedback.

Wei Jing pinched one side of Wen Yan's neck and marveled.

"You don't have a stiff neck. This side of your neck is as hard as if the hard qigong was activated. It's comparable to prepared cowhide. I can't pinch it."

"Huh? What do you mean? There is no rule of law?"

"It's not that it can't be treated. It's just that your skin is too hard now and I can't pinch it. Can I ask you what happened?"

"There is something wrong with the practice. The power should be blocked here."

"Oh, then I understand, just wait."

Wei Jing went to the back drawer and took out a roll of cloth. After unfolding it, there were silver needles inside.

Wen Yan glanced at it and saw that the silver needle was thin and soft.

"Didn't you say it's too hard? Can such a soft needle move?"

Wei Jing smiled, took out a silver needle, moved his finger and wrist, and saw that the silver needle directly pierced the plastic bottle cap on the table. The silver needle penetrated at least more than an inch.

"It's just thin enough to be able to pierce it, and it doesn't have to be particularly hard to pierce it easily."

Wei Jing took out a silver needle and touched Wen Yan's neck with one hand for a long time, pinching it bit by bit. Then he flicked his wrist and fingers, and the silver needle seemed to be ejected, piercing Wen Yan's neck directly. on the neck.

After three consecutive needles, the three silver needles began to tremble rapidly. The power accumulated on Wen Yan's neck seemed to have found an outlet and directly knocked the three silver needles away, and the power began to move.

Wen Yan just moved his head slightly, and he felt a stream of heat rush from the left side of the back of his neck, along the back of his head, directly to his head. A hot feeling spread out in a whoosh.

"hiss……"

Wen Yan took a breath, and the spicy and numb feeling began to spread to the surroundings along the upward path, and the neck that was stiff just now suddenly returned to normal.

He didn't speak, and immediately closed his eyes, felt it, and recalled what he had experienced at that moment.

The first time he tried it cautiously, it got stuck in his neck, but now it clearly jumped up, as if some joints had been opened.

But it was just a little bit, it was as hot as being burned from the inside out by fire.

This feeling was still within the acceptable range, and at least it did not cause any irreversible permanent injuries.

He was trying to record this feeling, what happened at that moment, and he was even trying to recreate it.

But after trying to recreate it, his ideas started to go astray.

This time he could clearly feel that when the power poured into his neck, it went against the release route. After the muscle membrane was filled with power, it immediately became like cowhide and its toughness became extremely strong.

He wrote down what happened at that moment, and began to wonder, what would happen if this happened somewhere else?

He tried it on his arm first, pouring the power from the main trunk into the branches in a specific way, and then into the secondary branches.

At that moment, he felt that the muscle membranes of his arms became extremely tough in an instant.

But after it was completed, how to release this power became a problem.

After thinking about it, he looked at his hands and tried to pinch a sword finger with his left hand. The circuit was changed, and the originally congested power was no longer congested in an instant and had an outlet.

The released power spurted out along the fingerprints.

Wen Yan first tried the sword finger, and then tried the Dow finger with his right hand. Sure enough, it was OK. It was equivalent to the power that the fingerprint could use in an instant, which was at least doubled.

When these forces are accumulated in the flesh and blood, it is like the hard qigong is activated. The skin and flesh become firmer, the strength is increased a lot, and the toughness is greatly enhanced.

This time, he used not only the power of Yang Qi, nor pure Qi and blood, but the power of his new way.

Wen Yan tried twice before he raised his head and looked at Wei Jing, who was standing aside, quite speechless.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Wei, I got carried away for a moment."

"It's okay. Is this how you usually practice? Is this how you practice martial arts?"

"Roughly the same."

"You're really lucky to be alive now." Wei Jing sighed. He had never seen such a bold person as Wen Yan.

It's obvious that something went wrong in the training. When you come to treat a disease, you have to find something related to martial arts training from the treatment process.

Moreover, it seems that he actually did something.

After hearing this, Wen Yan immediately raised his hands in the direction of his home.

"This is not my luck, I am just protected by someone."

Wei Jing understood and did not continue to ask. He guessed that it was obviously not the first time that Wen Yan had done this so skillfully. There was probably another reason why this guy hadn't killed himself yet.

"Don't do this again in the future. If there is something wrong with your head, it will be a big problem."

"Well, I just tried it a little bit, but I didn't expect it to get stuck in my neck. Can you tell me where you pierced the silver needle just now? Is there any principle? For example, acupuncture?"

"No, it's just finding the connection between your two stiff muscles, stimulating them to fight against each other and breaking the original balance, that's all."

"Uh, really?"

"Really, don't you have your own method, can you do it?"

"It's really not a high-level method like acupuncture with gold needles?"

"You said gold needles, mine is silver needles."

"..."

Wen Yan couldn't refute it, but he always felt that it shouldn't be that simple.

Because he had seen Wei Jing's tone and expression when he was in Fuyu Mountain.

When the fourth uncle taught him something last time, he wanted to explain the cause and effect of some things to him, explain the principle and core, and let him understand it thoroughly, and I don't know how much saliva it would take.

And in the end, he might not be able to fully understand and hear it completely.

So, the fourth uncle told him with this expression and this tone that it was so simple, without explaining anything deeper, just letting him know how to use it and what to pay attention to.

After Wen Yan noticed this, he decisively gave up understanding.

He could have his own understanding, know how to use it, and know how it came from, that was enough.

He ordered a few fried chickens, continued to chat with Wei Jing, and finally mixed some handmade sour plum soup from him, and took a few centipedes from him, and then carried the things home.

When he got home, he saw that Quemao didn't even watch TV, but lay on the window, staring at Dao Ge standing on the shelf outside through the glass with a look of hatred and bitterness.

Dao Ge raised his head and chest, occasionally tidied his feathers, and didn't look at Quemao at all.

Wen Yan came back with the things and threw the paper package of the centipedes to Dao Ge.

"It's a good thing I just got from the pharmacy. You can try it as freeze-dried food to satisfy your craving."

Dao Ge was not in a good mood. He rarely spoke when Wen Yan took him home.

And he didn't want to go into the house. He insisted that there was a roof, which was too depressing. How could a chicken live in a house? It lived outside and stood on the roof when it woke up.

Dao Ge pecked the dried centipede in one bite, tasted it, and nodded repeatedly.

"This is more delicious than a live one."

"Are you really not going into the house?"

"Your cat is not very happy."

"You are the cat, your whole family is cats!"

The sparrow cat stretched out its claws, pushed open the window a little, and poked its head out, with a very bad tone.

Dao Ge tilted his head and looked at the sparrow cat, speechless for a moment, it really couldn't tell whether the sparrow cat was a cat or a bird.

Wen Yan carried the fried chicken back to the living room, and the sparrow cat didn't hesitate to eat it directly.

"Be friendly, Dao Ge's tone is a bit harsh, but it's just a harsh word."

"I'm not doing this because of this." The sparrow cat gnawed a piece of fried chicken and muttered with a long face.

"Why do you do that?"

"It never looks at me straight! It always tilts its head when it looks at me."

"..."Wen Yan's eyelids jumped, and he took a breath: "Brother Dao is a big rooster."

"So what?"

"When it looks at you straight, that's when it really looks down on you."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that people think you are a cat, which makes sense. If you were a bird, you would understand that birds look to the sides, and looking at you straight is not really straight."

"All the owls I met look at people straight!"

"..."Wen Yan stopped talking decisively and didn't continue to argue with this dead cat.

He went to the basement, changed the offerings first, then burned incense, and then sat in front of his grandmother's tablet.

"Grandma, I heard about something today, called the old dream that can't be returned.

Do you know?

Is there anything you can tell me?"

Wen Yan asked, then got ready and went back to rest.

When he fell asleep, he still didn't wake up.

In the dream, grandma sat on a chair by the window, looking at the stars outside, looking at Wen Yan sleeping on the bed, and whispered.

"Stupid boy, some things don't need to be talked about. After you know something, the more you talk about it, the more it will come."

A few minutes later, grandma stood up, went outside, sat on a chair outside, and just sat there waiting.

In the dream world, the stars in the sky gradually disappeared and turned into darkness.

And spreading outward from Wen Yan's house, the street lights in the distance were also gradually dimming and gradually extinguishing.

The rustling sound came from afar, like a dark curtain, gradually swallowing up the light of the street lights.

The darkness spread all the way to the outside of Wen Yan's yard, and then stopped, and the rustling sound became unusually clear.

Grandma sat in the yard, holding a thermos cup, sipping tea in small sips.

The rustling sounds outside began to increase in frequency, and a strange tone that seemed to be there and not there was blending into these sounds. As the tone became more urgent, the darkness outside the yard began to press in, and the darkness was like real water waves, fluctuating rapidly.

When those waves began to rush into the yard from mid-air and cross the fence.

Grandma took out a charred bone from her pocket. There were some simple symbols engraved on the bone, just like those unearthed tortoise shells with oracle bone inscriptions engraved on them.

Grandma threw the bone out and it landed squarely at the gate.

The bones gradually merged into the ground. Gradually, bone spurs began to grow under the fence of the courtyard wall. A thick white bone emerged from the ground, with the charred bone hanging on it.

In an instant, the wind whistled, as if someone was roaring.

"Fire."

Suddenly, a raging fire suddenly appeared in the wind. The flames materialized the shape of the wind. The direction of the wind, like a wave, surged towards the fluctuating darkness.

The dazzling light instantly illuminated the small courtyard. The light was like thousands of light thorns that pierced the darkness.

The sound of chirping sounded in the darkness, and black beetles emerged in the light.

The dense beetles struggled in pain the moment they were exposed to the light, but in a moment, they melted into the light and disappeared.

The dark wave also receded, and the rapid and strange tone that seemed to be there and not there also dissipated.

Grandma held the thermos cup and watched the scene quietly. The black bone hanging on the white bone pillar next to the distant door was swinging with the wind, colliding with the pillar, making crisp sounds.

This black bone was the thank-you gift that people forced on Wen Yan when they asked him to help last time.

But this thing is not a physical object, so grandma can't give it to Wen Yan, and Wen Yan can't use it.

Unexpectedly, it was really used this time.

Grandma didn't take back the charred bone, but let it hang there to guard this place.

She came to Wen Yan's room and looked at Wen Yan who was still sleeping.

"I don't know which bastard told you this. Do you really think this is a good thing?

How does the saying go? When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks at you.

You idiot, you have been targeted.

Fortunately, the old man was generous. You risked your life to save his grandson, so he directly gave you some of his power.

You can see for yourself how much you can learn and whether you can master it. It all depends on you."

After the grandmother finished speaking, she disappeared into Wen Yan's room.

Wen Yan opened his eyes and sat up suddenly.

The moment he sat up, all the muscles in his body were tense, and the yang energy in his body began to burst out.

He looked around and woke up this time.

He could feel it just now, and he had even woken up in his dream.

But for some reason, he couldn't open his eyes. His whole body felt like a mountain was pressing down on him, and his eyelids were so heavy that they didn't seem like his.

He could feel the situation outside, the blazing flames burning, and he could hear the grandmother scolding and what she told him, but he couldn't move.

He knew that it was definitely not his grandmother who did it. It was that as he fell asleep, something targeting him appeared.

And there was nothing today and yesterday, because he had always been the natural enemy of players, and the effect of the liver emperor continued to work, and he didn't sleep at all.

Now he understood why the head of the headquarters summoned him immediately and told him those things, because someone might really be targeting him.

Maybe they had already been targeting him, but they just didn't do anything directly.

What was that just now?

He wanted to ask again, but after lying down, he couldn't fall asleep.

He didn't know what it was, but he knew that it should be a way to target him without having to face him directly.

He couldn't see anyone, didn't know who the opponent was, what he was going to do, and could even completely suppress him in some aspects. This was the first time Wen Yan encountered it.

He had never thought that being suppressed by others happened in a dream before.

If he couldn't fall asleep, then what would happen to the things he encountered this time?

Wen Yan couldn't sleep, looked at the time, and it was not good to disturb the elders so late. It was okay for the time being, so he would wait until tomorrow daytime.

At the same time, on the other side, in an underground fortress in the northeast.

The inverted triangle eye, who was chanting the spell quickly, suddenly heard a rustling sound. Seeing the lights in the corridor in the distance begin to be swallowed by the darkness, his face changed drastically.

He immediately threw away everything in his hand, then took out a small jar sealed with mud, opened the jar, and swallowed all the contents in one gulp.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly only had whites, blue-gray whites.

Then, the next moment, the swarming darkness, accompanied by rustling sounds, drowned him.

After the dark wave rushed over, the inverted triangle eye fell to the ground, as if there was no sound.

After half a minute, the inverted triangle eye took a breath and sat up again.

He looked at the broken and somewhat charred small altar in front of him, his face was as heavy as water, picked up the small altar, and returned to the ground.

When he came to the ground, he threw the charred altar in front of the gray-haired old man and said with a sullen face.

"If I hadn't been cautious and prepared in advance, and let a ghost die for me, I would have been killed by the backlash just now, and my soul would have been taken away."

"What happened? I just asked you to exert some influence, why did it backlash?"

"How do I know? That guy is so energetic that he is almost inhuman. In the past two days, I have prepared four times, and he has not rested every time and has been awake all the time.

This time should have been successful, but I still don't know what it was, and it was forcibly backlashed back.

All the things I led over were beaten back, and they almost took me away in return."

"Do you know what it is? Didn't they say that the guy was just a pure warrior?" The face of the man with the flowery hair also became solemn.

"What is certain is that I was able to suppress him when he was asleep. He should indeed be a pure warrior, but I don't know if there is something protecting him. I just know that it is very unusual."

The inverted triangle eyes looked at the burnt small altar, his face was as heavy as water, and his eyes were full of heartache. This small altar was considered useless. He spent a lot of effort and several years to finally make a usable one.

Now it has become a ghost like this. I don't know what burned it. The properties attached to it have been burned.

The old man with the flowery hair pondered for a while and said.

"Don't do anything for the time being. I'll go ask again. I don't know how that kid offended someone.

Besides us, there are at least two groups of people who want to deal with him."