I am your natural enemy

Wen Yan rubbed his head, feeling a little headache. He really couldn't figure out the identity of the fake Mo Zhicheng now.

After this guy changed his job to a real architect, his abilities were so outrageous. The corpses of dead people had been cremated, and the souls of imps had completely dissipated, and he could even forcibly resurrect them.

Even if it's just a few seconds, time is not the point in this matter. The point is that there is a world of difference between being able to do it and being unable to do it. The difference between life and death is the largest and most difficult to cross the gap in the world.

As long as you can cross over and think about the next things, such as how to extend time, it will be n orders of magnitude less difficult than crossing the chasm.

Seeing that the fake Mo Zhicheng was obviously at least twenty years older, Wen Yan also understood that even if the fake Mo Zhicheng was to do this forcefully at this moment, it would be too much.

You age a few years in one second, and all your decades of life are burned away, and you can only listen to the chorus once.

Some people think it's worth it, some people think it's not worth it.

Wen Yan looked at the changes in fake Mo Zhicheng's expression and probably guessed that Brother Ming was offline.

He just watched like this, watching the fake Mo Zhicheng constantly changing his identity, then looking like crazy, struggling constantly, and rushed towards the location of the big hole.

Since just now, Abo has not moved. Even when fake Mo Zhicheng stabbed him directly through the chest, he did not fight back.

Wen Yan looked at the back of the fake Mo Zhicheng, his thoughts racing.

Qin Kun has been in a confused state since just now. He can't keep up with the speed of this change.

"What...what's going on? Why is he crazy?"

"He's not crazy. He just ate the boomerang he threw. It's almost like he has a chaotic personality."

Wen Yan roughly said it. The more Qin Kun listened, the more confused his eyes became, and the more he listened, the more headache he got. He tried to distinguish the messy situation at the moment, but he couldn't figure it out.

Wen Yan saw that the fake Mo Zhicheng was still going crazy, his mouth full of blood, which kept flowing down, making his chest covered with blood.

He stared at it for a full two minutes, watching the fake Mo Zhicheng's vague gibberish, constantly changing identities, and even had another identity, picking up the dusty half of his tongue that had been thrown on the ground. .

"Reinstall it. With your ability, it's not difficult to make this half of the tongue grow back."

Wen Yan sighed and shouted casually.

Sure enough, after hearing Wen Yan's words, one of the men with a ferocious face and stern eyes put the half of his tongue back into his mouth. He was confused and didn't know what he was saying, but the half of his tongue actually grew back.

Wen Yan's eyes narrowed.

"Sure enough, each of your identities is already perfect. After being counterattacked, each identity will be very separated. The degree of separation is far beyond my imagination, as if it is a completely separate individual."

Fake Mo Zhicheng ignored him and continued to change his identity and go crazy.

Qin Kun became more confused the more he listened, and he hesitated.

"Take advantage of his illness to kill him?"

"Senior Brother Qin, do you know what situation will make Da Zhi stop taking revenge? What situation will make Da Zhi stop fighting back?"

"Just tell me directly..."

"He will only stop when the person opposite is not the target of his revenge, and when the person opposite is his son, he will not fight back."

Wen Yan became calmer and calmer, recalling every detail of what had just happened.

I have basically confirmed my judgment. No matter how fancy things are, Abo is the one who will never be fooled by external appearances. He is the most sober person all the time.

Through Abo's performance, through the fake Mo Zhicheng's own performance, and through his careful observation, it turned out that a few seconds after Liu Yuxin was resurrected, Brother Ming, who looked completely different from other identities, had never appeared again. pass.

Wen Yan really couldn't distinguish other identities.

Only Brother Ming is a low-level ordinary person who has no ability and works hard in a foreign country.

Vigilant, kind, and a little timid, he hesitates in doing things, but when he is really fierce, he is also the most decisive and painful one. His pain makes his eyes extremely complicated.

Only this Brother Ming doesn't have the indifference and ruthlessness that comes with killing someone.

And this Brother Ming has never appeared again since just now, he has disappeared.

The last whisper broke through not the fake Mo Zhicheng's defense, but Brother Ming's.

However, objectively speaking, every identity is a person. If one identity is breached, it will cause the whole body to collapse, and all the identities will be affected.

The identity of Mo Zhicheng continues to appear.

This is the shield, the shield that blocks Abel.

But the person Abo wanted to kill has always been hidden in the innermost place and has never appeared.

As long as he appears, Abo will take action immediately.

Da Zhi's hatred locking method is absolutely infallible.

Moreover, the most important point is that Wen Yan feels that the tips given by the natural enemy profession cannot be nonsense.

At that time, when I saw the water ghost for the first time, the prompt already mentioned that she had taken a new path in this ancient profession.

At that time, Wen Yan didn't understand it, but later it became clear that it was a completely different career path.

After meeting the fake Mo Zhicheng, the tips given by the natural enemy profession included special suggestions.

“Use every process you can think of in a relatively self-contained area and go through them all.”

This suggestion is still hanging in the reminder and has never changed.

Wen Yan felt that it was best to listen to others' advice and have enough food to think about what all the conceivable processes are.

After thinking for a while, he spoke as if talking to himself.

“When I was a teenager, I had to go to school, and I had to earn tuition and living expenses for myself.

At that time, the tuition and fees were not much, but I wanted to go to the best local school at that time, so I had to pay a tuition fee.

If I can get to the top of the next grade, the tuition fee will naturally be waived.

Unfortunately, I have to make my own money to support myself.

At that time, I could find someone who would not miss my classes during the day, who would make money quickly, and who would be willing to do the work of a teenage boy.

All I can find is making money from dead people.

Once, while helping someone to bury someone in the middle of the night, I encountered local villagers on the way trying to catch tomb robbers.

There were three tomb robbers, and they were armed. Two of them were blocked in the robber hole and killed on the spot.

The last one was actually not discovered originally. He was a villager from the next village and he seemed very honest on weekdays.

When the tomb robbers were caught, he was the one who took the lead and led his men to block the other two accomplices in the robber's cave.

Later, people in the bureau traced some clues and found him. He was the mastermind. "

"What do you want to say?" Qin Kun asked from the side.

"I told him that there are some things that must be clarified to be useful.

I mean, I found him to be very complete in every identity, complete enough to make Abel stop.

Then I figured it out all at once.

He is so selfish and does whatever it takes to achieve his goals, he is a complete bad guy.

They all know how to hide their true selves.

People like him will never change, and I have actually seen such people.

In order to protect himself, he can use any means without any pressure.

And when used, it will be very smooth and looks flawless.

For example, I discovered that I was implicated by Brother Ming, my inner wall was broken, and I discovered that the perfect identity I once used has not disappeared.

I discovered that Abo was actually the great master created by him.

And Aunt Gan was also holding me back from afar.

He decisively began to look for a way out.

It's a pity that he probably didn't expect that among all the identities, he was the only ordinary person, the most cowardly Brother Ming.

After being breached, he was the most extreme one.

Brother Ming would rather disappear forever to fulfill Liu Yuxin's last wish.

He died just to let Liu Yuxin hear it with her own ears and confirm it for herself.

How could that cold-blooded guy with no bottom line in his methods understand this kind of thing?

Even if they share the same body, he may not be able to empathize or understand them at all.

Is this something beyond his expectation? "

Qin Kun stopped talking. He probably figured out that Mo Zhicheng was pretending to be himself and cut his life into many parts. Because his ability was too strong, each life became an independent one. Individuals, completely different people.

These people are now all stuffed into one person's body.

The lunatic they wanted to kill has never appeared again.

Then this must have been done on purpose.

"He wants to escape?"

"He didn't want to escape, so why did he keep approaching the big hole?"

"Aren't you going to stop it?"

"He was just waiting for me to stop him. He almost hates me and wants to eat me alive."

As Wen Yan's words exposed the hidden things, fake Mo Zhicheng suddenly stopped going crazy.

He stood on the edge of the big hole and looked back at Wen Yan with cold eyes.

“You are quite capable, you can even control the big boss.

In order to retain Da Zhi, he also took great pains.

It's a pity that it's useless. With your current methods, you can't kill me.

We have a long time to come, so we can take our time in the future. "

As the crazy fake Mo Zhicheng stopped going crazy and stopped changing his identity, Abo, who had been standing still, instantly turned into an afterimage and walked straight towards him.

When Uncle came closer, fake Mo Zhicheng sneered and continued to hide behind the pile of identities, letting those identities continue to snatch the body.

Abo rushed to the fake Mo Zhicheng and suddenly stopped.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and waved at the thick tentacles waving in mid-air.

Qin Kun's eyelids twitched, he jumped back twice in a row and retreated ten meters away.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and touched the tentacles of the soul-eating beast.

"It's been so long and I haven't really eaten anything good. Do you want to try something you've never tried before? To replenish your health?"

"I've been thinking about one thing, what if you stopped eating people's souls.

So, what is a person’s soul to you?

What is the soul of this guy?

I thought about it for a long time, but I actually didn't understand it.

Only now do I understand.

For you, by your definition of soul.

It must be indispensable, the finishing touch.

If you lose your soul, you will instantly change from a delicacy that can be passed down for thousands of years to the most common rough rations.

Maybe it's not even food to keep you hungry, just poison that should be thrown away. "

As Wen Yan touched the tentacles of the soul-eating beast, he murmured to himself.

In an instant, I saw tentacles dancing in the air, instantly entangling Fake Mo Zhicheng.

The yang energy in Fake Mo Zhicheng suddenly exploded, and he held up his arms to forcefully hold the tentacles of the Soul-Eating Beast.

But the tentacles rotated rapidly, wrapping him into a ball.

Those tentacles gradually turned from real to empty, and slowly penetrated into his body, and he let out a low drink.

"My soul will not be taken away."

The tentacles gradually shrank, completely changing from solid to void, and passed through his body.

He fell to the ground and felt that his consciousness was still there, and so was his soul.

Before he could be ecstatic, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He looked up and saw a human-shaped shadow wrapped in the tentacles of the Soul-Eating Beast.

Those phantoms are the Mo Zhicheng he once transformed into, and they are the identities he once transformed into.

Those tentacles kept sweeping across his body, and each time they swept, a shadow would come out.

He began to feel that something was wrong.

Until another thick tentacle swept through his body, curling up something and pulling it out bit by bit, he finally panicked.

Wen Yan stood far away and smiled.

"Ask me again, what do you think your soul is?

Is it literally possible to turn into the soul of an imp after death?

Or is it the most indispensable thing to build who you are today?

What is it?

Is it because you are cold-blooded and ruthless, doing whatever it takes to be a pure bad guy just for yourself?

Or do you think you are wise?

Or is it your professional ability? "

Following Wen Yan's words, a ball of golden light shone brightly inside the fake Mo Zhicheng's body. The ball of golden light was pulled outward bit by bit by the tentacles of the Soul-Eating Beast.

Wen Yan paused for a moment and said in a deep voice.

“It makes no sense for me to define it.

But everything you do and all your performances illustrate one thing.

Your intelligence is not the key, and your ruthlessness is not the key.

The only soul that built you today is your ability.

Whether you answer or not, it actually makes the same difference.

Because if you don’t feel the same way, it won’t have any effect.

See, this is also the truest. "

Fake Mo Zhicheng stood there, wailing in pain. This time, he really felt desperate.

He felt that his ability was leaving him.

He felt that it shouldn't be like this, but as Wen Yan said, he knew it in his heart.

If you were to give his 'soul' a definition.

Then his ability is something more important than the literal soul.

This is the only core that makes him who he is today.

Unfortunately, Soul Eater's tastes have also changed, and he no longer likes souls in the literal sense.

With the fake Mo Zhicheng wailing in pain, he tried desperately to catch something, but couldn't catch anything.

I could only watch as a ball of golden light inside my body was slowly pulled out of my body bit by bit.

He also felt that his ability was gradually weakening, and there was a trend of getting further and further away from him.

Any influence he tried to exert on himself was of no avail.

The more this happened, the more true the thought deep in his heart became, the more firmly he believed that his ability was his only soul.

The truth he believed deep in his heart was something he himself could not change.

He went crazy and made various attempts, trying to brainwash others and get them to help him.

But the only person here besides Wen Yan was Qin Kun. He tried to brainwash Qin Kun, but Qin Kun just turned his head and glanced at Wen Yan, and immediately began to bend over and vomit.

Within a few hundred meters, no help could be found.

He roared with a ferocious expression, and his last attempt was to no avail.

Wen Yan stood far away, not getting close anyway, and just watched quietly.

He now completely believed in the advice given in the prompts and used all imaginable means.

Everything he could think of, he had to try.

He was really a little scared, pretending that Mo Zhicheng's ability was so outrageous that people could be resurrected.

So, who knows if he has done anything in advance?

If he hadn't experienced the last whisper, hadn't experienced the plan to expose the fake Mo Zhicheng, push him to the limit, and make him think that his ability is his only "soul".

Wen Yan really felt that, even if he saw the fake Mo Zhicheng suddenly die on the spot with his own eyes today, and watched him disappear into ashes.

Maybe, he might not be completely dead.

The only sure way is to solve his ability first and then go through other processes.

"Wen Yan!" Fake Mo Zhicheng looked ferocious and roared angrily, wanting to rush up and die with Wen Yan.

But the tentacles of the soul-eating beast tore at the golden light in his body, and together with it, pulled his body, making it impossible for him to rush over.

He now wanted to understand why Wen Yan had been pressuring him for a long time.

But it's too late.

The moment he and everyone, including Wen Yan, thought so, it was over.

He, a guy who has been brainwashing others, was "brainwashed" by Wen Yan at the last moment.

Wen Yan remained silent and continued to retreat a distance, keeping a far enough distance to ensure that no accident would occur.

He looked again at Qin Kun, who was standing not far away.

"Senior Brother Qin, what do you think is wrong with my face?"

Qin Kun raised his head, glanced at Wen Yan, and immediately continued to vomit, his face turning pale as he vomited.

Wen Yan nodded, okay, there shouldn't be any surprises now.

Waiting quietly for a few minutes, it still felt a bit reluctant, but the soul-eating beast had completely dragged the golden light out of the fake Mo Zhicheng's body.

The tentacles, carrying golden light, fell under the large hole and into the body of the soul-eating beast.

When Wen Yan looked at the fake Mo Zhicheng, the reminder that had been hanging in his mind gradually dissipated at this moment.

At the moment when the fake Mo Zhicheng completely lost his ability, Abo, who had been standing still, turned into an afterimage, and a hand went directly through the fake Mo Zhicheng's chest.

Fake Mo Zhicheng wanted to take one last look at Wen Yan, but Wen Yan was hiding right behind A Bo and wouldn't let him take this last look.