I Am Your Natural Enemy

Later, a year after, the man died in his hometown, suddenly and unexpectedly.

It was the woman who cast the Love Gu on him; those who are afflicted become wholeheartedly devoted to the one who cast it.

If he didn’t change his heart and married normally, it would actually help him maintain good health, becoming strong with increased resistance to poisons.

But if he left for too long and his heart changed, the effects would diminish and start turning negative.

When the year was up, he died suddenly and unexpectedly.

This is similar to the thing, isn’t it?"

When Wen Yan saw the case, he captured the similarities between the case and the situation of the young girl.

They both affect a person’s mind, consciousness, and thoughts, but one affects the afflicted person and the other affects outsiders.

Wei Jing listened to Wen Yan’s "story" and nodded.

"Almost the same meaning, that’s why I say, today’s poisonous insects are like the witchcraft Gu from long ago; their ancestors were relatives.

It’s actually quite normal for there to be similarities between relatives.

Today’s poisonous insects don’t follow such a wild path anymore; witchcraft Gu could encompass anything.

I just don’t know why, even now, such things still exist.

Logically speaking, people and records should have been wiped clean through generations of cleansing efforts."

"Perhaps some managed to escape to Nanyang back in the day."

"Oh, I see, the land not conquered." Wei Jing’s face showed realization. No wonder he always thought something was odd, a bit ambiguous, turns out it’s related to Nanyang, not people from Divine Land.

Earlier, he was puzzled how, after two thousand years of heavy hitting in Divine Land, even the current generation’s reach and networks far exceed previous generations.

Under such circumstances, how could there still be such an oblivious fool?

And this fool even targeted a young girl, completely unnecessary.

Wei Jing now understood, it’s Nanyang’s power, but since Wen Yan could bring people to him, it means that even in the Scorching Sun Department, there are no detailed records related to witchcraft Gu left; they’ve been meticulously destroyed through the generations.

The medicines he had here were scarcely used, but indeed, he hadn’t prepared anything related to witchcraft Gu; even if it was prepared, it might not be used for hundreds of years.

"Can the young girl be healed?"

"Actually, the treatment isn’t very difficult; it just depends on the materials."

"As long as they’re in Divine Land, they can certainly be found."

"They exist, the few I need, I’ve seen them before, I’ll go pick and prepare them myself."

"Once she’s cured, how long can she live?"

"Since I’ve taken the patient, I won’t let her die in a few months, that would ruin my reputation."

"Awesome." Wen Yan gave a simple, direct thumbs up in praise.

He watched Wei Jing take an online-hailing car and leave, then Wen Yan got himself a cup of sour plum soup, followed by locking Wei Jing’s door and pasting a note on it.

"Out selecting medicinal herbs, will be back within a week at the latest."

After finishing all this, Wen Yan turned and left.

Now he understood why the power emanating from the young girl influenced him and activated the firewood.

Previously, his understanding of the explanation from the prompt was a bit off.

Demonic Power doesn’t necessarily mean a power unleashed by the Heavenly Demon.

It could also mean this power originally belonged to the Heavenly Demon but was utilized by others using different methods.

It might be similar to his Temporary Ability, which isn’t his, but sometimes he can use such abilities.

Of course, according to Wei Jing’s explanation, there’s another possibility.

Some possibly unlucky Heavenly Demon got classified under the "insects" category.

Therefore, those abilities were applied to the young girl.

Honestly, Wen Yan thought if there really was such a Heavenly Demon, the matter might be simple.

Defeating it directly would be too cheap; catching it alive and making it tend the fire would be better.

Wen Yan didn’t rush home; he made a trip to the fried chicken shop, packed nine shares to take home.

He kept some at home, delivered three to Pei Tugou’s Home, sent two to Xiao Wu’s Home, and left one at Gauss’s Home.

Finally, he carried the last piece next door and handed it to the young girl.

"Here, have some food. This fried chicken is unique nationwide."

"..."

The young girl looked at the fried chicken, then at Wen Yan, a bit bewildered.

She hadn’t eaten such things in a long, long time.

When things were good, her dad used to say this caused fire in the body daily, afterward, when she got sick, she never had it again.

The young girl hesitated for a moment and cautiously asked.

"Brother Wen, can I just eat anything I want?"

"What wishful thinking?

Today was just lucky; when I went, I happened to meet the shop’s previous owner.

I held him down and made him cook this personally."

The young girl hesitated, ever since meeting Wen Yan, she felt she was always behind his train of thought.

Her assumption was about whether she was dying soon...

Wen Yan glanced at her expression and casually added.

"Eat, your problem isn’t particularly big, it might just be slightly troublesome.

It’s not that your previous doctors were incompetent, they just weren’t specialized in this.

Prepare yourself mentally, it might take several months to cure.

The doctor didn’t mention any dietary restrictions, so feel free to eat, consume plenty of meat, eggs, and milk, only then can the body be strong."

"Oh..."

The young girl instantly fell silent, Wen Yan had already answered her; since treatment would take months, at least she wouldn’t die within that timeframe.

She took a bite, the juicy, tender fried chicken on the inside and crispy outside made her feel slightly "spiced", her lips visibly swollen, cheeks flushed.

"Hiss, spicy and numbing..."

Wen Yan picked up a drumstick, biting and slurping out the bone coolly.

Because, there wasn’t a hint of chili or Sichuan pepper in it; the fried chicken purely highlighted its original aroma.

Wen Yan didn’t explain further, only smiled.

"Just tell me if it’s delicious or not?"

"Delicious."

"If it’s good, eat more."