I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 394 - 168: Rejecting Friends, Continuous Omens (5k)

The Horseman felt a little nervous. Luckily, he always kept cigarettes and a lighter in his pocket. He didn’t smoke; they were for giving away, and at most, he would occasionally light one to fend off second-hand smoke. He usually even carried incense sticks with him, but he had forgotten them today. He never imagined that forgetting them just this once would nearly lead to a mishap.

"Sir, enjoy your meal. Goodbye," he said tentatively, only to hear Shen Zijun call out.

"Wait a moment."

Shen Zijun cradled the meal box in both hands. He couldn’t care less if the utensils were suitable. Given the situation, he couldn’t afford to be picky; anything functional would suffice.

With a sudden inhale, he saw three cigarettes burn away rapidly. As the smoke drifted, the food in the meal box turned to ash in a flash.

Shen Zijun choked a bit, feeling like a normal person who, while eating, used weird-tasting, moldy chopsticks and then ended up eating the chopsticks themselves.

But none of that mattered. Consuming this meal—suffused with the essence of human life, brimming with the aroma of smoke, and carrying Yang Energy—his dispersing consciousness found an anchor and rapidly began to coalesce.

He took out his phone and looked at the Horseman, who hadn’t dared to leave yet.

"I’m lost. Take me out of here, and I’ll give you an additional 100 for the trouble."

The Horseman was afraid but still shook his head.

"I can’t take passengers on my bike; I’ll get fined and lose points."

"200."

"No means no." The Horseman was on the verge of twisting the throttle and leaving.

As Shen Zijun’s consciousness slowly gathered and his rationality climbed, he began to realize that this Horseman seemed to be just an ordinary person.

For an ordinary person to make a delivery here, he must be a Professional. If not yet, he soon will be. This person could deliver here, likely get out, and might even rescue him. He’d better be polite.

Shen Zijun thought for a moment.

"200. I’ll follow you; I won’t sit on your bike. That shouldn’t be a problem, right?"

The Horseman considered it. Indeed, there was no issue. The road wasn’t his private property, and if someone happened to be going the same way, he couldn’t say anything.

"That’s fine."

"Just go ahead. Don’t worry about me keeping up. Remember, don’t look back, and when you see a small path again, head up it," Shen Zijun reminded him. He was now more worried than the Horseman himself that the Horseman wouldn’t make it out.

Once they agreed, Shen Zijun let the Horseman lead the way, casually plucking a paper crane circling above his head and holding it in his hand.

The Horseman twisted the throttle and sped forward, with Shen Zijun stepping swiftly behind him, always maintaining a distance where he could reach out and grab the electric scooter’s rear end.

After some time, the Horseman saw a small path by the roadside, seemingly the same path they had come down.

At this moment, he couldn’t spare a thought as to why, despite continuously moving forward, the path that should have been behind him now appeared ahead.

He turned and took the path, pressing on through the darkness. Before long, weeds began to appear around him. After a few more minutes of riding, he saw streetlights by the road, with occasional cars passing by in the night.

Once on the main road, the Horseman finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked back, only to see Shen Zijun closely following. He had been afraid Shen Zijun wouldn’t keep up, so he had been driving very slowly.

Shen Zijun exhaled. "Thank you." He took out his phone. "Horseman, what’s your Feixin ID? Add me, and I’ll transfer the money."

The Horseman shook his head vigorously.

"It’s against the rules to engage in other activities or accept money from customers during work hours. You’re welcome. I have to go now; I still have deliveries."

The Horseman twisted the throttle and disappeared in a flash.

Of course, rules were rules. In reality, accepting tips from customers was perfectly permissible. If customers wanted to tip during a delivery, it was entirely up to them. More importantly, he didn’t want to add this Ghost as a friend. The money from this delivery had been earned under too much fear and danger. The customer in the villa district was much better. Just a normal delivery, and they always gave an extra 50—sometimes as a direct tip through the app, other times as cash. It had never been this troublesome or this dangerous.

Now that he had calmed down, old stories told by the older generations, with all their taboos, started to resurface in his mind. Don’t let chopsticks stick out of your rice bowl while eating, don’t look back when walking at night, don’t pee randomly where graves surround you, and don’t pick up red packets you find on the ground...

He glanced at his phone and hurriedly went offline. He couldn’t take any more orders today.

After going offline, he couldn’t help but shiver. The temperature really had dropped; the night was quite cold.

Meanwhile, Shen Zijun somewhat regretted not adding the Horseman as a friend.

That Horseman... he could reach the destination and get back out. His route was clearly different from that of Grave Walkers. Most importantly, he could withstand the dense Yin Qi on the Underworld Road. Impressive.

After some thought, he picked up his phone. As the signal returned, he opened the app to take a look.

The app displayed his order’s address, which was exactly where he was standing now.

Looking at the Horseman’s name, it was rather odd. It was Zhou Wei.

He clicked the option to tip the Horseman and, after a moment’s thought, decided to tip 10,000 outright. However, this blasted app had a limit, which irritated him.

The man had, after all, essentially saved him. What was wrong with showing some appreciation with a bit of money?

Shen Zijun stood his ground and proceeded to send dozens of tips, one after another, until he received a notification and his phone also rang.