I Am Your Natural Enemy

"Half a year is too long. Find a way to pull him out, keep pushing, we must resolve this within a month."

"Okay, boss, as you wish."

...

On the sea surface, the Dahlia quietly floated, no longer moving.

Hundreds of Water Ghosts boarded the Dahlia, cleaning it both inside and out.

Before this, they first cleared out some debris and bones from inside.

On this side of reality, the Dahlia is just a dilapidated, rust-covered sunken vessel.

But on the other side, all the rust was gone, having been purified and burned by Wen Yan.

Not long after, when looking again, the damaged railings and gnawed areas had actually almost half restored themselves.

Leaning on the railings, Wen Yan glanced out at the corpses of several giant beasts, still hanging by chains.

Sensing Wen Yan’s presence, one of the winches slowly started to wriggle, tightening the chains, pulling up a large beast’s tentacle, which dropped onto the deck in front of Wen Yan with a thud.

Wen Yan sighed, took out his tools, chopped off a section, hauled it from the cargo hold entrance to the lower level, and fed it to the Dahlia’s dozen boilers.

"Eat sparingly, the next supply hasn’t arrived yet."

He wasn’t worried about how much the Dahlia could eat.

How much could it eat?

With its current appetite, the Dahlia could, at most, consume like a blue whale.

Far cheaper compared to an oil-fueled ship.

The Scorching Sun Department didn’t even bother asking about the food matter, this minor issue was directly overlooked.

After feeding the Dahlia again, Wen Yan returned to the deck and looked around.

Still a vast Black Sea, unable to see any trace of land and feeling no presence of any living creatures around.

Looking again at the giant tentacle in soul form on the deck, Wen Yan could only store it in a Jade Pendant.

Consider how to deal with it later, or perhaps feed it to his silly son when he returns.

He really couldn’t stomach it.

After a round of checking, finding no issues, he returned to the present world.

No sooner had he returned than he received a call from Feng Yao, announcing the first batch of support was about to arrive, asking him to handle it.

After saying this, Feng Yao’s tone carried a hint of peculiarity.

"Additionally, there’s something else you should know."

"What is it?"

"The person descending from Mount Laojun nearly got shot by a stray bullet after disembarking the plane.

Though he himself said he probably accidentally got caught in a gang shootout, affected by stray bullets."

"Um, didn’t you say he wouldn’t get shot by a stray bullet?"

Feng Yao’s face darkened; he knew Wen Yan would say that.

"What I meant was, ordinary stray bullets can’t harm him!"

"Does he need help?"

"He said no, he’s already started the mission."

"Hmm???"

After ending the call, Wen Yan checked the position of the person from Mount Laojun and realized it was bad; he had been delayed while that person had already started the mission.

Hopefully, he wouldn’t arrive too late to snatch the opportunity.

But now he couldn’t leave; the priority of the Dahlia was clearly higher, and moreover, he wasn’t sure what the Dahlia would eat or whether it might consume Water Ghosts.

At least some time needed to be delayed to ensure no issues before dealing with other matters.

While pondering, an airplane began descending and soon, small black dots appeared in the night sky.

Wen Yan aimed his binoculars, seeing several Great Zombies with heavy backpacks rapidly falling from the sky.

They had already passed the minimum altitude needed to deploy parachutes, yet hadn’t deployed them. Only when at most thirty meters from the deck did one Great Zombie clasp his hands, take a deep breath, and exhale, causing a gust of Yin wind.

The roaring Yin wind enveloped the bodies of the Great Zombies, abruptly slowing their descent.

Such intense deceleration brought at least a dozen g’s of overload, breaking the shoulder straps of backpacks carried by three Great Zombies.

The backpacks with broken straps were also gently lowered onto the Dahlia’s deck by the Yin wind.

Leading the group was a Deformed Corpse with a slightly bluish complexion that Wen Yan had seen before; he was the male Deformed Corpse accompanying Aunt Gan.

This one was said to be a household minister, though with time, distinctions between servant and family had faded, now all considered family.

This person seemed to follow the Left Path Corpse Dissolution Immortal route.

At that time, to play like this and succeed, wouldn’t be just any ordinary household minister.

Besides him, there were also eight Hundred Battle Black-haired Zombies with restrained fury, devoid of visible black hairs.

Wen Yan had seen them before; completely different from usual Black-haired Zombies.

Wild zombies outside, even of the same grade, would likely be readily torn apart by these Great Zombies.

At least other than Fuyu Mountain, Wen Yan hadn’t heard or seen prompt hints suggesting anyone could withstand Thunder Skill like these Black-haired Zombies.

Wen Yan quickly stepped forward, greeted.

"Uncle Ming, why did you come personally?"

"Second Miss was worried, your Grand Uncle Master was worried too. Coincidentally, the Scorching Sun Department agreed, so I brought a few people."

"Second Miss said, maintain a flush state on outings, otherwise others think you’re easy to bully."

"If we don’t do something, others might really think Fuyu Mountain only has living people left."

After repeating these, Uncle Ming smiled warmly.

"We’re here this time, all at your command, mainly to protect your safety.