I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 965 - 351: Devil Contract, Cursed with Misfortune (5k)_3

We need to find a Ghost Wealth God, but this time, it can’t be him openly killing his way through.

Otherwise, he has already taken out two, it’s too obvious.

It’s best if a Ghost steps in, this Ghost should ideally be weaker, unfamiliar face, and has some means of self-preservation...

Wen Yan pondered over these things, and when he was having breakfast, he suddenly thought of a suitable candidate.

He quickly finished his breakfast, first made a call to the General Director to discuss, then took out his phone and flipped through the contact list.

"Hey, Elder Brother Chen, have you eaten?"

"Oh, just in time, I haven’t eaten either, let’s go have morning tea together."

He arranged to have morning tea with Chen Tao, Wen Yan arrived at the tea house, met Chen Tao, ordered some items, and halfway through eating, Chen Tao laughed and said.

"Old brother, feel free to speak your mind, if I can help, I won’t decline."

"There’s something, I want to ask your little apprentice for help."

"Yu Bao? What can he help with?"

"I want to bait a fish, but I’m not convenient to show up, a Ghost stepping in is most suitable, Ren Yubao is an unfamiliar face, looks weak, and with your help, he surely can protect himself, it’s most suitable."

"Can you tell me what this is about?"

"I’ll explain it in your shop later."

After finishing the morning tea, he packed some for Ren Yubao and went to Chen Tao’s small shop.

Wen Yan explained the situation.

"I remember you said before that Yu Bao’s situation is somewhat special, he can actually alter his birth chart, right?"

"That’s correct."

"So theoretically, he can alter it to any kind of birth chart?"

"Theoretically yes, but some birth charts are too good or too strong for my little apprentice to handle." Chen Tao quickly cautioned Wen Yan.

"No, no, you’ve misunderstood, I don’t want a good birth chart, it’s like this..."

"..."

After listening to Wen Yan, Chen Tao’s entire face was scrunched up, he had never seen anyone more crafty than Wen Yan.

...

In the evening, Guanzhong County.

In the northern suburbs of the county town, at the entrance of Wangjia Village, a Ghost resembling Chen Tao’s little apprentice Ren Yubao, hunched and looking worried, his eyebrows adding a touch of gloom.

The Ghost drifted to the entrance of Wangjia Village.

He found the small temple only half as tall as a person, squatted nearby, hugging his legs, silently watching.

At midnight, a distant Ghost appeared, ignoring Ren Yubao squatting beside him, effortlessly took out a stick of incense, lit it, inserted it into the stone incense burner in front of the small temple, then knelt down, continuously bowing, expressing his wish.

Moments later, black smoke emerged from the stone statue inside the small temple, enveloping the face of the statue.

The Ghost Wealth God glanced at the Ghost who came to him, without any preference, happily agreed to the request, and asked the Ghost to come again tomorrow.

After this Ghost left, the Ghost Wealth God noticed Ren Yubao squatting not far away.

Ren Yubao resembled a child prone to bullying, hugging his legs, squatting there, weak and pitiful, his face full of powerlessness, his aura filled with negativity.

Yet, his soul body seemed exceptionally pure.

The Ghost Wealth God was filled with greed, if he could capture this Ghost, it would be far superior to the previous one.

If the quality was high enough, he might be able to exchange it for better goods.

Moreover, since he managed to get here, he definitely has heard of the Ghost Wealth God.

But after waiting for over an hour, Ren Yubao still didn’t move, just squatted there.

The Ghost Wealth God was growing impatient, a gust of wind blew by, sending several real paper money flying, landing directly on Ren Yubao.

Ren Yubao lifted his head, revealing a deeply troubled, helpless face, he picked up the real paper money, genuinely thanked.

"Thank you, in gratitude, I will stand guard for your temple."

Ren Yubao moved closer to the small temple, hugging it as he squatted there.

The Ghost Wealth God was bewildered, he had never seen such an odd Ghost.

Nevertheless, receiving some benefit was good, it set a positive precedent, there will be more opportunities later.

As the Ghost Wealth God attempted to take a closer look at Ren Yubao, the night wind blew in, the demonic wind circled inside the small temple, transformed into a whirlwind, carried away the paper money, drifting away with the wind.

In that momentary daze, the real paper money the Ghost Wealth God brought was carried away completely.

There were other Ghosts arriving, before they even approached, they saw real paper money falling from the sky, scattered across the village path.

The few Ghosts who got the real paper money didn’t need to worship the Ghost Wealth God anymore, they assumed it was the Ghost Wealth God predicting their arrival and directly throwing it to them.

The Ghosts dispersed, after some time, a drunken man staggered appearing at the village entrance.

The drunk, passing by the small temple, couldn’t hold back and vomited.

All sorts of alcohol and food, sour and smelly, a chaotic mix, sprayed all over the Ghost Wealth God’s face.

The Ghost Wealth God was furious, trembling, wanting to force a loan, directly trap the drunk.

But realized today all his initial capital was gone.

Squatting beside, Ren Yubao seemed sympathetic, lightly brushed against the drunk, a wisp of Yin Qi seemed to sober the drunk up a bit, he noticed the vomit on the small temple and apologized repeatedly.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t see it, I’ll clean it up for you."

He said, unzipped, directly rinsing the vomit off the Ghost Wealth God.

The drunk glanced at it, satisfied, wobbly walked away.

The Ghost Wealth God was about to explode, without any capital at hand and unable to disappear, never had he received such humiliation!

Finally, watching the drunken silhouette walking farther and farther away, the Ghost Wealth God noticed the paper money peeking out from Ren Yubao’s embrace.

"Lend me your paper money for a bit, I’ll return it to you later."

"No, no, you better not take my stuff, it will bring great misfortune." Ren Yubao kindly reminded.

But the next moment, the paper money flew out from Ren Yubao’s hands, toward the now vanished drunken man.