I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 704 - 269: Caught You By The Tail, Doll Master (5k)_3

That guy could devour a person's fortune, turning them into a Jinx incarnate. Their deaths are truly miserable.

After turning into a Ghost, they can neither live in peace nor find death.

There's indeed no way to make someone's luck turn good without a price.

But there are plenty of ways to make it turn bad.

"I just want to ask you: those live streams of yours—what kind of Different Races have they involved?

Who the hell set up that live stream for you?

And those short videos that only Different Races can see, who helped you make those?

Tell me all this, and as long as your answer satisfies me,

I'll swallow my pride and go consult the Old Celestial Master. I'll get him to tell me how to save you, no matter what."

Luo Liang's eyes showed a hint of shock, mixed with an expression that screamed, 'What bullshit are you spewing?' It was clear he knew of the Heavenly Master.

"Don't worry," Wen Yan continued, "I've borrowed the Old Celestial Master's Magic Sword twice before. If I weren't truly unsuited for the path of Cultivation, I wouldn't have returned that Magic Sword."

"The live stream was introduced to me by that same person, who mentioned it was related to a Domain, using a Domain as the server."

As Luo Liang spoke, his gaze suddenly turned vacant. After a moment of confusion, he looked at Wen Yan.

"The live stream... it was that person who introduced it to me..."

Whenever Luo Liang uttered this line, his eyes would turn vacant. Then, as if he'd forgotten what he'd just said, he'd repeat himself like a broken record.

When Luo Liang started to speak again, Wen Yan held out his hand to stop him.

"You've said that line many times already."

"Ah?" Luo Liang asked, confused.

"You can't say what comes next. Think about it: are you aware of this yourself?"

Luo Liang was a bit stunned. He carefully thought it over.

"I remember now. I signed a contract. I can't talk about these things."

"Then talk about what you can."

Wen Yan felt he might have found a lead on the person capable of resetting things. This reset might genuinely be related to him.

Any 'master' who knows tomorrow's lottery numbers must have actually experienced that day. Those particular numbers were too memorable; even people who don't usually pay attention would likely know them.

There's no mistake. The person Luo Liang was talking about must be the one in control of the reset.

If the reset has nothing to do with the Glutton, it might be related to this current situation.

He had grasped the other party's tail; he was close to finding them.

The live stream used a special Domain as a server to perform targeted screening.

And the contract Luo Liang mentioned—no matter how you looked at it, that was a pact.

"What I can say... it's only about that guy. I don't know his name, but he dresses like an artist, wearing a beret and a trench coat. He has no mustache on his upper lip but sports a carefully trimmed Little Mustache on his lower lip."

"I saw him a few days ago. He told me I would encounter a great disaster..."

As Luo Liang spoke of this, his body suddenly stiffened. His eyes filled with fear, and his mouth became immobile, unable to form words. He looked at Wen Yan, his eyes filled with a desperate plea.

Luo Liang struggled to his feet, then suddenly, like a madman, he hurled himself against the wall.

The next moment, Wen Yan hoisted him up.

Luo Liang's eyes were filled with terror, yet his hands moved viciously, aimed straight at Wen Yan's vitals.

He had forcibly broken free from his restraints, at the cost of fractured bones and a layer of scraped-off skin.

With a stretch of his hand, Wen Yan pressed Luo Liang onto the table.

His calm expression, combined with his ruthless movements and eyes full of terror and pain, created an intensely jarring scene.

Wen Yan looked coldly at Luo Liang on the table.

"What entity dares to try and silence someone right in front of me? Do you really think I'm good-tempered?"

He took out his cellphone and made a call to Feng Wei outside.

After arriving at Central Plains County with him, Feng Wei and Tong Si had not been in a hurry to leave. Feng Wei had said that since they had nothing pressing, they would wait for Wen Yan to finish his meeting and then drive him back.

When they reached the detention center, both were hesitant to enter—it wasn't quite proper—so they waited outside.

"Hey, is that person still with you? Ask him to check if there's anything nearby. Some audacious individual has infiltrated the detention center, and it's not a Ghost."

Outside the detention center, Feng Wei and Tong Si were in the car. Upon hearing this, Tong Si didn't hesitate. Her pupils shifted, her Grim-eyed activating as she gazed towards the detention center.

The Sun rose, and the whole world seemed to be stained with a layer of red. The Yin Qi of the night was constantly dissipating.

Under the Sun, the detention center appeared even more imposing, the oppressive atmosphere heavier. This was why Tong Si hadn't dared to enter.

And in that forbidding place, Tong Si saw several barely perceptible threads stretching from within the detention center, all the way to a mountain on the opposite side.

"To the northwest of the detention center, there is Power. It extends from there into the detention center."

After informing Wen Yan, Tong Si immediately gestured for Feng Wei to drive.

Inside the detention center, Wen Yan knocked Luo Liang unconscious and handed him over to the staff.

"Tie him up securely, sedate him, and don't let him commit suicide. This man is crucial. If he dies, no one can bear that responsibility."

Hearing Wen Yan's words, the people outside turned pale and immediately complied.

Wen Yan burst out from the detention center. His muscles bulged, and his entire body resembled a cheetah about to pounce on its prey as he leaned forward, sprinting northwest.

By the time he arrived, Feng Wei and Tong Si had already reached the place in their car.

Tong Si's Grim-eyed was active, focused ahead, disorienting their target.

There, a silicone doll that looked expensive stood behind a tree, its gaze empty.

The instant Wen Yan saw this doll, its eyes became utterly lifeless. It was as if, in a flash, a spirited living being had transformed into an inanimate doll.

But that fleeting moment was enough.

Doll Master.

An artist skilled in doll making and manipulation, a rare talent with extraordinary craftsmanship.

When he felt his skills had reached their limit, he started to pioneer in directions beyond those limits.

He succeeded. Not only could he control a doll from a great distance, he could even control one doll through another.

A professional adept at nesting dolls. At his peak, he could control the final doll from a thousand kilometers away through a series of such 'nests.' Sometimes, this final doll could even be a human—potentially anyone you might see around you.