I am your natural enemy

In the normal world, construction is carried out on both sides at the same time, and the connection is made in the middle. Whether it is building a road, digging a tunnel, or building a bridge, it is the most direct way to save time.

But that requires a lot of preliminary preparation, geological exploration, design plans, continuous calculations, and repeated verification to ensure that there are no problems.

And it is basically impossible to build a road from the Great Wilderness to the present world. It is still possible to achieve this goal indirectly by building the Netherworld, which is changing in itself, and relying on the changing characteristics of the Netherworld itself.

However, this kind of thing that is both a bridge and a road, and to some extent a tunnel, cannot be prepared in the early stage.

Many things can only be confirmed when it is built.

And the space here is not normal in itself, which means that a slight deviation will result in a result that is a thousand miles away.

The road they built did not go to the Netherworld, but to the temporary place where the millions of souls that Wen Yan had taken away before stayed.

There is no place in the present world where these millions of souls can be temporarily settled, and no one dares to let these millions of souls gather.

At that time, Wen Yan temporarily settled them in this area. Whenever he was at home, he would come here every night to perform a routine prayer.

The prayer scripture that Wen Yan learned at the beginning did not seem to be magical and could only be used for prayer.

When he prayed for the salvation of Heishan every day, Wen Yan was already very familiar with this prayer scripture and could recite it without thinking.

After that, when he was at home, coming here every night to pray for the salvation was basically as difficult as taking a walk after dinner.

Several months passed, and this area originally had no yang energy. The yang energy left by Wen Yan was suppressed by the external environment and could only be deposited here. Over time, it finally became more and more.

By the way, when Wen Yan emitted yang energy every day, he was also praying for the salvation. The power of the scripture was also deposited in the yang energy here and could not dissipate naturally.

These powers are indeed not very lethal to the dead souls here. They have long been accustomed to Wen Yan's yang energy.

Every day, some dead souls are saved, dispersing the last bit of resentment in their hearts.

In fact, as time goes by, many dead souls have dissipated here without salvation. When the dead souls disperse their resentment, the remaining power here is enough to complete the salvation.

However, the power that does not harm the dead souls here and even allows the dead souls to gain peace can cause great harm to the monsters of the ghosts that pave the way.

Those monsters cannot understand salvation, cannot understand the dissipation of resentment in their hearts, and let the soul rest. In the deeply rooted concept over there, the understanding of death is completely different from that of the ghosts in the world.

They cannot understand the concept of salvation, and they don’t understand it at all.

The ghosts of the craftsmen who accidentally fell into the wilderness understand and agree.

When they entered here, they felt that the yin energy that had been deposited on their bodies for many years, and the thick and insoluble decay, were slowly dissipating, and of course, their power was also slowly dissipating.

But they didn’t care about this so-called power at all, they just wanted to rest.

As the wisps of black air dissipated in the remaining yang energy and transcendence power here, the leading craftsman looked in another direction.

That was originally the direction they should have returned to their home. If possible, he certainly hoped to rest in peace in his hometown.

However, when he thought that if he took these monsters there, his hometown and his descendants might be skinned and pulled out by these monsters, and become toys for them to kill and play with at will, he gave up this idea from the beginning.

He knew how powerful those monsters were. He didn't think that the court's army would be the opponent of those overwhelming and fearless monsters.

At that time, their group of craftsmen were implicated by the people above and were sentenced to death together.

But their families, old and young, were still there.

He still remembered that his youngest son had just been born not long ago, and what was rare was that the little guy was very tough, could eat and sleep, and had never been sick since birth.

It seemed that there was no war at that time, so his youngest son should be able to grow up smoothly, right?

If he had a child later, his bloodline might have been passed down. Anyway, no matter what time, the master above would not need craftsmen.

If you are a craftsman and your family has land, at least you can have a meal.

Not only the leading craftsman, but also other craftsmen have imagined more than once what would happen to them after they died.

There were not many things that could support them to persevere.

The black air that overflowed from the bodies of several craftsmen dissipated little by little. When it was almost dissipated, some ghosts appeared in the distance.

Among those ghosts, one boldly came over, looked at these craftsmen, and sat in front of the stone platform. His face gradually became peaceful, and the black air in his eyes also dissipated.

The ghost who came over breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shenzhou people?"

"Ruzhou Baliqiao people, brother, did you also fall into this isolated island?"

The ghost who came over could roughly understand what the other party said, which sounded a bit like Hakka, but there was no problem with ordinary communication.

They just saw a few ghosts from afar. When they saw these craftsmen ghosts came here on their own initiative, as if they were seeking salvation, the uncomfortable power on their bodies dissipated, and then they sent someone over.

The clothes and dress were obviously ancient, and looking at the body shape and appearance, it was most likely that they were from Shenzhou. When they came over to ask, it turned out to be true.

After a few words of communication, it became clear that these ghosts fell into the other side for some reason after their death. It was not clear how long they fell there, and how long it had passed, but it was estimated to be several decades.

The ghosts who came over did not dare to say directly that you may have been dead for hundreds of years.

In the other party's concept, maybe their grandchildren are still alive, this is just a thought.

If you tell the other party that your great-grandchildren may have died for hundreds of years, they may immediately collapse.

As a ghost, I know best that many ghosts can maintain a clear consciousness, which is really supported by only a thought.

The craftsman did not hide the previous things, and told the story directly, just to let these ghosts not drive them away and let them rest here.

When the ghosts heard this, they immediately realized the seriousness of the matter, but they could not contact Wen Yan.

If it were not for Wen Yan, this isolated island would probably not be discovered in another thousand years.

They really hated the road that suddenly appeared, and they hated those strange monsters that looked like ghosts but were not ghosts.

Now that things have come to this, they can't change anything, and they don't want those monsters to run into the world.

Among them, there are also many people who have relatives and friends who are still alive, and people they care about.

"You wait, the Star God will definitely come as long as he is free. Let the Star God make the decision next time."

The craftsman was full of trepidation after hearing this. The one he saw in a trance just now must be the Star God mentioned by these ghosts.

Yang Qi did not hurt the ghost. He would have thought it incredible before. After coming here and feeling it himself, he realized that this must be that the Star God was very special.

Is it the Star God who came down from heaven?

Since he became a ghost after his death, and those monsters appeared, the gods must be real.

Several craftsmen were full of uneasiness, afraid that when the Star God came, he would be very angry when he found that they built the road here.

Several craftsmen stayed here and did not leave. The power accumulated in their bodies was purified.

The monsters outside felt the power of the craftsmen dissipating, so they thought that the craftsmen were also disintegrating and dying like the monsters before.

After the news was passed back, the three eyes were very angry. Such a good opportunity was now completely awkward.

Without the craftsmen who built the road, they would not be able to find the right direction even if they built it for ten thousand years.

On the other side, Wen Yan was still waiting.

He waited and waited, until the day dawned, but nothing happened.

Wen Yan himself stood at the end of the dead end road, and he felt a little embarrassed. Could it be that he had analyzed it fiercely, but in fact, all his guesses were wrong?

Could it be that all the power went to the East China Sea, and there was nothing coming to the intersection at all?

Looking at the time, it was already eight o'clock in the morning, and the sun had risen long ago. At this time, it was the home of the living.

Even if there was something in the intersection that wanted to rush out, choosing this time was purely uncomfortable.

The Yang energy outside will become stronger and stronger, and will maintain its extreme state in the few hours at noon.

In this case, it is normal for weaker ghosts to dare to go out and wander around, and it is normal to perform a standing dissipation on the spot.

After waiting for another hour, at nine o'clock, Wen Yan walked out from below and looked up at the sky.

It was a cloudless sunny day, and it even felt a little hot. The Yang energy in the air was obviously stronger than the previous two months.

Maybe some people in Yuzhou have started to wear short sleeves.

Wen Yan took out his mobile phone and looked at the news. All places were stable, only Tuoba Wushen was still floating in the East China Sea.

In the center of the floating island in the East China Sea, a vortex of black matter continued to emerge. After daytime, it began to weaken and had a tendency to completely solidify. According to speculation, it will be completely solidified before noon.

The fleet has already surrounded it, and is ready to send people to take samples and do research immediately after solidification.

"Daytime" is the strongest buff, and it is an environmental buff covering the extreme range.

When Wen Yan saw the news from the black box, the island country had calmed down. He knew that at least today, everything would be fine.

He returned to the main road and checked again. There was indeed no problem.

When he came to the end of the dead end road, he carefully sensed it. There was no problem, so he jumped down and sank into the darkness.

It happened that he had been running around for more than a month because he had to teach boxing, and the progress of the salvation of the millions of dead souls was left behind.

Since he was here, he went over to take a look.

He fell into the dark waters and moved forward quickly in the water. He could not see, and no light could penetrate here. He could only rely on the direction to guide him.

He went all the way to the shore. After getting ashore, he found that there were ghosts squatting here.

After listening to the ghost waiting here briefly, Wen Yan roughly guessed the cause and effect.

How could he guess that these ghosts would play a high-end game of construction on both sides at the same time and then docking in the middle, and then they broke down?

Wen Yan was dumbfounded. What is this?

Sure enough, one should not overestimate the opponent. Even in another world, a makeshift team is still suitable for some occasions.

According to the information currently obtained, the opponent is obviously very suitable for the term makeshift team.

The main technical personnel were actually sent here to die?

This is crazy.

Wen Yan saw those ghosts when he came to the place where he usually chanted sutras to pray for the dead.

The dress is very similar to the portraits Wen Yan had seen in the museum. It looks like a craftsman who is working on the front line.

He felt that these ghosts had no power, but there were still some auras like those monsters, which should be settled in the same environment for a long time.

Reverse inference, the other party should have been staying in a place with little Yang for a long time, otherwise, they would not have such a big reaction to the little Yang left here.

Wen Yan waved to the craftsman ghosts and asked them to come over.

The other party's words sounded strange, and it felt like Jinling's words, but these craftsmen said they were from Ruzhou. If I remember correctly, this seems to be in Zhongyuan County, right?

Of course, the change of accent and many changes in word meaning are normal. There are ghosts in Shenzhou who are participating in research in this area.

When the craftsman ghosts saw Wen Yan, they just felt the Yang energy naturally emanating from Wen Yan, which made them feel that they were about to be transcended.

Knowing that Wen Yan was the Star Lord who could save them, they naturally told him everything they knew. Anyway, there was nothing to hide.

Wen Yan took his mobile phone to record the conversation. He was afraid that he had misunderstood some of the words, so he saved a copy first.

On the other side, it was indeed the Great Wilderness, which was the darkest and darkest area in the Four Wilds.

The environment in the Four Wilds was too harsh. In some places, the climate changed extremely drastically. In one day, you could experience the whole process from water freezing to the heat drying up the earth.

If these ghosts wanted to survive for a long time, they could only live in that dark and dark area with the least competition.

This time, the three-eyed monster that controlled the craftsman got the information from nowhere, and someone even gave him guidance, so that he could directly build a road on the other side and try to connect to the underworld.

The three eyes were just one of the forces, and they had nothing to do with the Cloud Sea Crack, and they were not even the same as the wave in the East China Sea.

Wen Yan listened to the words of the craftsman A Piao and wrote down the information.

The authenticity of this information still needs to be determined by himself. It is also possible that some of the information was problematic when the craftsman obtained it.

Wen Yan did not believe it completely, but there was one thing he thought should be true.

The power of salvation contained in the remaining yang energy here can actually target those monsters.

There are many ghosts here, but they all saw that when those monsters came from the road and approached the isolated island under their feet, they actually showed obvious fear. Some monsters' bodies collapsed directly in this power.

He really thought that "Taishang Dongxuan Lingbao Nieluo Wulian Shengshi Miaojing" could only be used for salvation.

I don't know if it's because he used it too much, recited it too much, and was extremely familiar with it, and finally derived some things that didn't exist originally under his power.

He used this scripture to save the souls of the dead, and the number has reached 100,000.

If he hadn't come here and heard about this, Wen Yan really couldn't have thought of this.

It's impossible for him to find a place to sit down and recite the salvation scripture before fighting with the enemy, right?

After continuing to chat with the craftsmen and recording information, Wen Yan continued to sit on the stone platform and began today's salvation.

The ghosts of the craftsmen were close. Except for the leading craftsman, the ghosts of the other craftsmen soon floated up slowly with a look of relief on their faces, and their figures became more and more blurred, and finally disappeared completely.

Only the ghost of the leading craftsman had not yet dissipated. The little black that remained in his eyes had completely disappeared, and his body became erratic, and all the power he had gained there had dissipated.

Wen Yan looked at the ghost of the craftsman who had not dissipated, and asked.

"What unfulfilled wishes do you have?"

It was impossible for him to take back a few ghosts who might have died for hundreds of years, even if this ghost might know some information, but he couldn't express it clearly for a while, or couldn't remember the details clearly.

He wanted to confirm whether what these ghosts said was true, and there was only one simple way to verify it.

Use the most common salvation strength to save, if what they said is true, and their heart and mouth are consistent, then considering that they have a great reaction to the residual power, they will definitely be saved.

If there is a trick, they will resist it, and the salvation may fail.

Seeing that the leading craftsman was not saved, Wen Yan asked first.

The leading craftsman said with some trepidation.

"At the beginning, there were more than a dozen brothers who appeared near those monsters with me, but most of them were killed by monsters in recent years. We agreed that if anyone can survive and go back with great luck, we will help them bring a message to their families."

"You should know that it has been a long time, and the people may not be here anymore."

"I know it may have been decades, but maybe their descendants are still here. I would like to ask Lord Xingjun for help."

"You can say it."

The leading craftsman began to read out the names.

"Wang Wulang, from Ruzhou, lives in Dayuying Village. He wants to tell his family that he was rewarded with a piece of jade when he worked for the boss of the Ministry of Industry. He buried it under the peach tree in the backyard of the old house. If his family encounters difficulties, he can dig it out and pawn it."

"Wang Xiaomeng, from Ruzhou, lives in Koujia Village..."

The leading craftsman read out nearly 20 names in one breath. If each person wants to stay, some have done more, some have done less.

When the leader finished reading, he immediately felt embarrassed.

"Lord Xingjun, is this too much trouble..."

"It doesn't matter, I will remember that you are not among these people, right?"

"No, my name is Wang Sandu, I don't really have any thoughts, before I die, I have arranged everything that should be arranged, and I have told my family everything that should be told.

I just think that we brothers died unjustly back then.

It has been too long, and it is useless to overturn the case, so I would like to ask Xingjun for a favor, can you tell the people in the court.

When recording the county annals, can you add one more thing, we don't know what happened at all.

After we die and see that dog official, we will know that we have never done the work that implicated us and was beheaded."