I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 958 - 349: The Ghost Wealth God, Ghost Version (5k)_2

But this wealth, it needs to be repaid.

It is a lender of yin objects, and will not actively provide answers.

Only when it is satisfied with the conditions given by the yin objects will it provide corresponding wealth.

He will lure the yin attribute bit by bit, lead them to fall little by little, eventually paying everything.

Small favors, small benefits, small money are just bait; what it really wants is the Ghost itself, or the soul itself."

"A cautious and long-lived Ghost Wealth God must abide by the first rule: never lend to living people."

"Temporary Ability: Soul Binding."

Upon seeing the prompt, Wen Yan immediately equipped Soul Binding.

"Soul Binding: When you have an impart talisman, your power can suppress some non-physical different races."

Wen Yan sprang up, Yang Energy suddenly burst forth, filling every corner of the small temple, and with one hand, he grasped the black energy on the statue’s face like catching strands of black thread, forcibly pulling it to the ground.

The black energy constantly morphed into various shapes, trying to escape from Wen Yan’s grasp, but it was pressed firmly on the ground by the surrounding Yang Energy and Wen Yan’s hand.

Finally, the black energy varied, forming into a blob of black with a face on it.

"Boss, have mercy!" That face looked panicked, pleading repeatedly.

"Daring to steal incense offerings and even kill people right in front of me, do you know the seriousness of these crimes?"

"Misunderstanding, it’s a misunderstanding.

I really didn’t steal incense. Even with a thousand guts, I wouldn’t dare to steal incense from the God of Wealth.

As for killing people, it’s impossible, too unfounded, I never kill.

I wouldn’t dare, I haven’t gone mad."

"Do you take me for blind?"

"No... no, boss, if you don’t believe it, just look at what’s written on the plaque."

Wen Yan, holding the Ghost Wealth God, went outside and glanced up.

The words on the plaque turned out to be different.

Now it is the Temple of the Ghost God of Wealth.

"Boss, take a closer look, that’s not even the God of Wealth’s god."

Wen Yan looked up, and indeed, the character for "god" has a different radical.

Wen Yan glanced at Tong Si, who also looked surprised, inspected closely, and nodded, proving the Ghost Wealth God’s words were true.

The Ghost Wealth God, grasped in Wen Yan’s hand, was nearly scared to wet itself.

This was its first time being held like this by a living person, suppressed from all sides, making escape impossible.

It didn’t believe that someone who could so easily suppress it, whose Yang Energy was so dense, wouldn’t know how to kill it.

"Boss, really, really, I didn’t steal incense.

This temple, I funded it myself, and even contributed financially to building bridges and roads in the village.

When I’m not here, this is just a regular God of Wealth’s Temple, unrelated to my incense.

When I come, it’s the Temple of the Ghost God of Wealth, and I only accept the Ghost’s incense.

I truly never harmed anyone."

Wen Yan pointed to Mao Dan, and the Ghost Wealth God looked bitter.

"I didn’t do that either, we made a contract.

He took my benefits, so he can’t tell the living about this place.

Violation would cost him his soul body.

It’s really not my business, it’s the rule."

"What benefits did you give?"

The Ghost Wealth God looked a bit puzzled, not quite understanding Wen Yan’s meaning.

Then Wen Yan rummaged in his pocket, drawing out a dozen high-quality genuine paper money.

"Is this enough?"

"..."

"Not enough, huh? How about this then?" Wen Yan took out double the amount.

"Boss, this isn’t how calculations work..."

Wen Yan increased it by double again, his face turning darker.

"Don’t refuse what’s offered, do you think I don’t know?

If someone actually took your benefits, they wouldn’t be desperate enough to risk their life.

Even if they accepted your benefits, now these definitely exceed the nine-out, thirteen-return amount.

It’s enough to repay, right?"

Wen Yan’s grip gradually tightened, and the Ghost Wealth God quickly responded.

"It’s enough, it’s more than enough, it’s exceeded by three-fold! It’s definitely enough!"

Wen Yan directly handed the genuine paper money to the Ghost Wealth God.

"All settled?"

"All settled."

As the Ghost Wealth God finished speaking, the black smoke suppressed on Mao Dan gradually dissipated.

Wen Yan smiled, sitting on the meditation cushion.

"Good, this matter is done, let’s talk about something else."

"Boss, I really didn’t break any rules, never accepted incense from living people, nor deceived the living.

Even for Ghosts, I only lend to gamblers and evil ghosts.

They agreed themselves, if unable to repay, they’ll use their ghost bodies.

For regular Ghosts, I never expected them to repay, benefits given are essentially wasted.

They just need to spread the word, to those who want to borrow money relying on their abilities, like gamblers.

Really, I haven’t even deceived ordinary Ghosts.

Those gamblers, you don’t know, they’re troublesome.

If they have children or descendants, they’d even gamble away their wives and children who are still alive.

This is for social stability, clearing unstable elements.

With the gamblers gone, local security improves, the Scorching Sun Department’s people will have it easier.

Boss, you’re from the Scorching Sun Department, you must know gamblers, red-eyed, are even more dangerous than evil ghosts.

Those guys wouldn’t just harm people, they’d dare to eat them!

This, frankly speaking, is a service!"

"Ha, what a ridiculous justification." Wen Yan couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing this.

This Ghost Wealth God has quite a few twisted rationalities, at first glance, they almost sound plausible.

A loan shark, leading people step by step into the abyss, finally pulling those who can’t repay to harvest their kidneys, and still dares to say it’s a contribution to social stability.