I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 986 - 358: The 119th Shrine, Canon (5k)_3

"Impossible, they can’t stop everyone and the ghosts, yet we haven’t received any information."

A group of Ghost Wealth Gods gathered together, exchanging intel with each other, but indeed found no signs of Scorching Sun Department’s direct involvement.

The intel they could gather was merely about the Scorching Sun Department probing, checking for Heretic Rites.

And that was nothing surprising, as there had been rumors spreading two months ago.

Outside, several major blood incidents have already occurred due to the Heretic Rites, and on Lao Mo’s side, there’s even been blood sacrifices, with a single incident causing over a thousand casualties, excluding those killed during the gunfight that day.

A group of Ghost Wealth Gods exchanged information here, but to no avail.

Zhou Xiaorong approached one of the Ghost Wealth Gods and casually asked a question.

"Old bro, haven’t you made any gains these past two days?"

"Gains are lower than usual," the Ghost Wealth God replied casually, then asked: "You’re not collecting sacrificial paper money anymore?"

"Collect, but I’m out of capital, if it weren’t for..." Zhou Xiaorong routinely cursed the Ghost of Wealth with an Offensive Smell.

The other Ghost Wealth God casually comforted him with a few words, then continued listening to the exchanges of others ahead.

Zhou Xiaorong glanced at him, didn’t continue to curse, and joined in the listening.

He walked around, counted the Ghost Wealth Gods presently in the square.

A hundred and seven came out to the square from the small temples.

The remaining eleven stayed in their small temples and didn’t come out.

Including the Ghost of Wealth with an Offensive Smell, the Scarface Ghost and Wealth God from Caiyun County.

Having confirmed everyone’s presence, Zhou Xiaorong stuck to the agreement, doing nothing, continuing to listen to others talk.

In broad daylight, a group of Ghost Wealth Gods, off work, were exchanging information here, while on the other side, Wen Yan was drifting around the country with Feng Wei.

At nightfall, in Caiyun County, all the Taoist priests from Wudang had arrived, and the Dharma Altar had long since been prepared.

Around the target small temple, every road, coincidentally, had some sort of issue.

Some were under construction for laying pipes, but the workers were so unskilled they collapsed the road when they were supposed to go underneath it.

After collapsing it, they had to rebuild, a section of the road got cut off.

Some roads were under government repair, due to severe erosion below the roadbed, with cavities that must be fixed.

But among locals, a rumor circulated that there was a conflict next door, and stray artillery had previously fallen on Divine Land’s side.

Hence, Divine Land was making preparations, and the roads here were too poor to safely and quickly carry large vehicles.

Anyway, whether to believe the official statement or the rumor, you had to choose one.

Thus, unfortunately, around that small temple on the border, roads in every direction were all dug into dead ends.

A sign was also erected there, prohibiting passage.

Approaching evening, a blast was heard, immediately prompting conscientious residents who heard the explosion to report that stray artillery again fell on this side.

Thus, before confirming what was happening, a decree for evacuation was issued for public safety.

Coincidentally, all residents within a three-kilometer radius of the small temple were evacuated.

They even coincidentally caught dinner at a temporarily assigned local unit, where the logistics accidentally added a zero to the data, resulting in an accidental overproduction of dinner.

When night fell, Wen Yan should have arrived but had yet to appear.

By nearly seven in the evening, when it was almost dark, the Wudang Sect Leader asked once, and the General Director said Wen Yan might not make it, advising him to take full charge here.

All over the country, twenty-plus counties participated in the operation.

Various preparations had already begun to ensure nothing went wrong.

Each county’s Minister didn’t want to embarrass themselves in such an operation.

In different situations in the past, it could be different.

This time, everyone acted simultaneously, targeting the same objective; anyone who failed would be humiliated.

All personnel were scheduled in advance under various pretexts, ensuring nobody would falter.

Meanwhile, in the daylight of the Western Region County, Wen Yan was dusty from travel, sitting in a vehicle traversing the desert.

Upon reaching the target location, he saw the small temple.

Though called a small temple, it was really a heavily weathered earthen statue amidst ruins, one that even tomb robbers wouldn’t bother with.

Without rest, within a day, he visited 118 locations to check them out personally.

This small temple was the only one situated in such a remote place.

The others, each had their reason for being chosen.

For instance, one small temple was situated by a river, reasonably distant from residential areas, comparatively remote.

But the choice was for keeping a watch, catching opportunities throughout the year, especially during summer.

The one in front of him was eighty kilometers from the nearest residential area.

Wen Yan used the Nether Path to come using the nearest desolate tomb, which was still more than thirty kilometers away.

Combined with information from Zhou Xiaorong that the Ghost Wealth God of this small temple seemed not to be poor, but rather middling neither here nor there.

Previously, he had seen this guy going to the main hall; it seemed he exchanged something there.

Wen Yan abandoned going to Caiyun County, and happened to come to support the Western Region County.

A group of people got off the car, busied themselves for half a day, and by the time dusk began, they all retreated, leaving Wen Yan alone there.

Wen Yan found a spot to sit down and quietly waited.

Come ten, nearing eleven, when the sky became completely dark.

Wen Yan lifted his eyelids, checked his phone, and Zhou Xiaorong still hadn’t sent any messages.

Back at the square, Zhou Xiaorong wasn’t rushing off either, cussing in the distance from the Ghost of Wealth with an Offensive Smell.

Until he watched each Ghost Wealth God leave, leaving the Ghost of Wealth with an Offensive Smell seemingly shut in the temple, unmoving and reclusive, did he secretly exhale in relief.

Meanwhile, Wen Yan sensed movement starting on that statue.

His insider, one was sulking, the other was slacking off, refusing to work, observing whether other Ghost Wealth Gods would slack off too.

If there was no problem, slacking off was no big deal.

If there was a problem, based on previous performances, it’d surely avoid abnormal actions.

Indeed, this guy did come out to work.

Working in such a forsaken location.

The moment Wen Yan sensed it, he immediately took out his phone to dial out.

A Canon played in the desert, followed by a boom.

The small temple and dilapidated statue were blasted off the ground.

The black smoke on the statue merely started emerging before it was blown to bits by an internal explosion.

Wen Yan held his phone, grinned broadly.

Thanks to the Scorching Sun Department Field Agents’ cooperation, he had wanted to play it out like this for a long time.