I Am Your Natural Enemy

The river roared past, yet it didn’t harm the old monk in the slightest, nor did it harm these people who came in.

Everyone’s expression was somewhat complicated, one after another, saying nothing, silently sitting behind the old monk.

Some appeared bewildered, uncertain of whether the deeds they usually performed still held any meaning; if they did, the presence of so many lost souls so close yet unknown to them was perplexing.

Those who managed to come here, just by witnessing the remnants of lost souls, could infer why they ended up this way.

Those who entered were driven by justice, willing to do solid work and good deeds, and for this reason, they remained unscathed upon entering, yet equally because of this, the impact on their minds was even greater.

The first ones to be knocked down were not those who were foolishly trying to stop the inevitable, but the ones genuinely seeking to accomplish something.

When the black-gray mist rolled, transforming into a suspended river on the ground, roaring towards the distant city, everyone could see it.

Yet there was nothing they could do; everyone could only watch as the mist charged towards the city at tremendous speed.

Many people witnessed firsthand as a multitude of lost souls surged past from beside them.

After a brief chaos, when people realized that apart from the sudden chilling air, the seemingly terrifying lost souls were completely indifferent to them, they began to slowly settle down.

However, some were unable to remain calm.

The moment the gangs in the city were swept over, the sound of gunfire ceased after only a few shots, and all members died violently.

Because they were the front-line executors of many abduction and trafficking cases.

In the office building, a few people in suits and ties, having heard that the lost souls seemed harmless, relaxed briefly before being swept away by a wave of lost souls.

Because their profits came from laundering the victims’ assets, from selling the victims’ parts.

Everyone taken had stains from the lost souls’ blood, a kind that couldn’t be removed even with aqua regia.

Drug addicts, dealers, gangs, crooked cops, accounting firms, black-market doctors, politicians, tycoons, evil path professionals - this complete industrial chain faced its most thorough blow, and all participants were swept away.

So quickly they couldn’t even smash their computer hard drives.

In just twenty minutes, the vast black-gray mist river roared through, vanishing within the city, followed by the black clouds in the sky drifting away, whilst beams of bright moonlight slowly fell like clear water, illuminating the city adorned with shimmering lights.

Citizens, shaken, weren’t asleep at this moment; sleep for what? Hurry and make calls, post online, anyway there’s plenty to do.

Messages began to explode, spreading outward from this place in all directions.

On the other side, Wen Yan was being carried along in the river of mist, dragged by dense Yin Qi and grievances, swiftly moving forward.

He said nothing, only watching; until now, having taken away so many scoundrels, he hadn’t detected any abnormal conditions; none of the lost souls violated their agreement.

In truth, Wen Yan felt both gratified and saddened that they could actually reason under such circumstances, willing not to cross the line.

He closed his eyes, no longer watching, letting himself be dragged along.

The river stretched a few kilometers, roaring through, speeding up on the large island, taking only two hours to circle around, completing the most thorough sweep.

Wen Yan guided them towards the road where Qin Banliang was buried, taking that route to the next location.

The black-gray mist gradually dissipated, and simultaneously, regardless of the time now, people around the world were awakened.

From the images captured by many residents in the city, only the black-gray mist and storm could be seen; however, what everyone could see defied claims that it was fake – such claims were hard to refute.

Additionally, some cameras indeed captured countless lost souls roaring past.

Moreover, in the city on the large island, a large number of people died suddenly, especially in the gang’s base areas where a few gang clusters experienced complete annihilation.

What couldn’t be explained, no one wished to explain.

The Scorching Sun Department held another small meeting, viewing the incessantly incoming photos, video materials, and texts, the Old Celestial Master sighed and recited a holy chant.

He knew that with Wen Yan present, things would surely not spiral out of control.

But he hadn’t expected how Wen Yan managed to keep at least two to three hundred thousand grievances from bursting through; many lost souls were almost unconscious, yet so restrained.

From the currently obtained information, the people dead in that Nanyang City, upon identification, their reputations, put mildly, were far from favorable.

The General Director watched quietly, now understanding why the Old Celestial Master considered Wen Yan lenient.

The river roared through, causing such commotion, yet only some worthless scum died – in truth, it was indeed compassionate.

The Old Celestial Master had declared, with such a vast number of lost souls, and such grievances, forcibly suppressing them would at least cost a lifetime of cultivation, and without a few tens of thousands dying, it would count as restraint among the lost souls.

But looking at the confirmed news, only a few hundred of various scum died in that city, even if adding more later, it would total only about a thousand.