I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 486 - 198: Informant, Inner Voice (5k)_2

"Do the other ghosts know about this?"

"No way, times are different now. The Scorching Sun Department keeps too close an eye on things, so the ghosts all keep a low profile. Not many ghosts know about this stuff, and even if they do, they’d never tell Scorching Sun."

"Do the ghosts have a big problem with the Scorching Sun Department?"

"It’s not really a grudge, per se. It’s more that they avoid them. Most ghosts just want to be left alone: ’I don’t bother you, you don’t bother me.’ They’re strictly divided from Scorching Sun. A lot of them died young and don’t like dealing with the authorities."

"Alright, you can be my informant from now on. Do you want cash, a bank transfer, or paper money?"

"No need, no need, man, that’s too generous of you."

"Got a bank account? Give it to me, you’ll get a monthly wage—five thousand a month to start. Bonus is extra."

Mai Conggui beamed and gave him a bank account number.

"This is my account. My family still doesn’t know I’m dead, my registration’s still active. I lied and said I’m out working somewhere." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"I want more information, especially about the two I just mentioned, but anything else is fine too.

Also, I want to know about ’A Ming’—that’s all I know, just this keyword.

If you get any news, get in touch with me.

This might be a little dangerous, since I’m not sure."

"No problem, I’ll reach out as soon as I have anything."

Wen Yan added him on Feixin and exchanged numbers.

After saying goodbye to Mai Conggui, he left the Rakshasa Ghost Market. The moment he got online, he used his clearance to run a check on this Mai Conggui—there shouldn’t be many people with that name.

Soon enough, Wen Yan found him in Nanwu County: the height, the face, all an exact match.

In the records, this guy was still alive—a regular local boy from Nanwu. Finished middle school, then trade school, then went to work odd jobs. Married at twenty, now has a kid who’s almost two, parents both still living.

His most recent transactions were in some small town in Central Plains County, ordering takeout.

Other than takeout, he only bought incense and candles, worked night shifts delivering food, did some freelance driving.

If Wen Yan couldn’t actually see he was a ghost, the files alone would never give it away—the guy was already dead.

Maybe nobody’s even found his corpse yet. And he could probably still appear as himself, living like a real person.

Clearly the guy was resourceful, and his identity checked out. It was just an informant gig—Wen Yan wasn’t going to pry further.

Still working to hide his own death after dying—that takes some serious discipline and drive. Not every ghost can pull that off.

Wen Yan could tell there was some untold hardship here just from thinking about it.

Apart from his tendency to brag, the guy really didn’t have any major issues.

Wen Yan transferred five grand to him, counted as this month’s pay. Bonus would be paid as deserved.

Once everything was confirmed, he returned to the Rakshasa Ghost Market, and from there entered the Nether Soul Realm.

He summoned his Blue Mane Horse from the stable, and rode to the banks of the Yin River. Staring into the river at hordes of unconscious ghosts—mindless struggling, wailing—he took out that piece of black stone from the domain.

Killing all these ghosts from his domain... he really didn’t have the heart for it.

These ghosts just disgusted him—their ignorant malice made his skin crawl.

He didn’t want to slaughter so many ghosts at once. After all, not all of them were evil ghosts.

And he didn’t feel like transcending them either, freeing them—he himself would feel uneasy about that.

After thinking it over, he figured this was the best place.

He gently tossed the stone from his hand. As it fell at his feet, the domain unfolded at his feet.

He re-entered his own domain.

He looked at the ghosts inside, all teeming with ignorant malice, moving through them, his Yang Energy radiating. Whoever tried to jump him and suicide, well—they had it coming.

He rampaged straight through, soon grabbing three who had already become evil ghosts and two who were about to—the kind that had started devouring other ghosts.

Wen Yan beat each of them half to death, dragged them out of the domain, stuffed them in the stable, and left them for the Blue Mane Horse to watch over.

He took the black stone from the domain and entered the Yin River.

The black stone just sat there, inert, so he kept moving on—heading for the Styx River.

As the number of ghosts around him decreased and he entered the center zone, wisps of black smoke began to drift from the black stone, each one manifesting as a ghost and falling away. Wen Yan waited here.

He waited for quite a while. Finally, he gave his hand a shake and the black smoke on his hand dispersed. The black stone transformed into a white jade tongue—clean now. Satisfied, he headed back.

Here, tons of ghosts surrounded Wen Yan, chasing after him, trying to drag him down. Too bad—not one could get near him.

Wen Yan looked at these creatures and let out a mocking laugh.

"Give it a rest. If I told you all the things you did while alive, just talking about it would make my mouth feel dirty.

You bunch are the most disgusting—more than any evil ghost. Evil ghosts I just smash with one blow and call it a day.

You lot? To be honest, I’m afraid even my hands would feel filthy.

I’m not going to kill you. You can just stay here and reflect on your lives."

Wen Yan turned and left, the water bursting with white spray. The ghosts chased after him, but pretty soon Wen Yan was gone from sight, and they were lost there, left behind.