I Am Your Natural Enemy

Since Gan Tang already gave the Corpse Controlling Bracelet, then Fuyu Temple can't just stand by and do nothing.

So, Grand Uncle Master had Old Zhang Xi go back to Fuyu Temple for further training whenever he had some free time.

No point in getting the benefit if you don't know how to use it—it'd be way too embarrassing if you can't even use it.

Zhang Laoxi was driving, eyes straight ahead. Normally, he drove like a wild maniac, but today he was both steady and fast. Even when he ran into melon peel drivers on the road, he didn't curse a word.

Wen Yan sat in the passenger seat, letting Gan Tang and Little Zombie take the backseat.

As the car started, Wen Yan pulled out a bag from the glove box, took out two washed tomatoes, blessed them with yang energy, and handed them to the two in the backseat.

Little Zombie was used to it by now and immediately reached out to take the tomato, but after thinking for a second, ended up giving the tomato to Gan Tang first.

Gan Tang grinned and ruffled Little Zombie's head, taking the tomato.

Two zombies—one big, one small—sat in the backseat, their fangs sinking into the tomato, sucking up the juice brimming with yang energy.

Gan Tang took a taste and then paused in surprise.

"It's sweet and sour..."

Little Zombie squinted happily, hugging the tomato and nodding furiously.

Gan Tang didn't say anything more, just quietly savored the rare flavor.

Because as zombies, they'd long lost their sense of taste. The only thing any zombie could smell is fresh blood, which smells sweet to them.

Zombies don't need to eat, nor can they eat normal food. Even Gan Tang actually doesn't eat—apart from a handful of extremely rare things, nothing else tastes like anything to her.

She smiled and went on tasting the tomato—when she was alive, they didn't even have this kind of fruit.

Nibbling on the tomato, she gazed out the window. After sucking an entire tomato dry, leaving behind only the skin and a little bit of stem, she reached out with two fingers and gently snapped off the last bit of hard stem.

"How do you open this window?"

As soon as Gan Tang spoke, Zhang Laoxi immediately reached over with his left hand, pressed the button beside him, and opened the back window.

Gan Tang made an orchid fingers gesture, the little bit of hard stem pressed to her fingertips, and flicked it lightly outside the window.

"All right, you can close the window now."

Zhang Laoxi didn't say a word, obediently closed the window, and Wen Yan kept silent too. I mean, what was there to say? "Throwing stuff out the window on the highway is really uncivilized"?

Gan Tang didn't say anything at all.

The car kept speeding down the highway.

A few hundred meters away, under a roadside tree, two masked palm civets had sprawled themselves flat against the trunk, eyes trembling, shaking so hard they were like human maracas—totally scared out of their wits.

Not too far in front of them, a big bird with white feathers and a black beak tumbled down from the tree, landing on the ground.

The big bird's skull was completely caved in, and right at the center was a tiny hard plant stem, not even a centimeter long, jammed in there.

A few minutes later, the two terrified masked palm civets finally managed to calm down a little.

One of them, trembling all over, crept up to look at the big bird's corpse.

"I… I told you this was scary as hell, but you just wouldn't listen. That stupid bird just wouldn't quit, insisted on snooping, insisted on tailing them. For this little bit of money, he really risked his whole life, huh."

"So what do we do now?" The other one was still so scared, it kept its tail tucked.

"Maybe… Maybe we should go turn ourselves in."

"Huh?"

"All we did was take a little cash to keep watch here, right? It's not like they said tailing people could get us killed. Yeah, let's go turn ourselves in—we were just sent to spy a little. The Scorching Sun Department's people are pretty fair, right? No way they'd kill us over something like this."

"Yeah, yeah, you're right. Let's turn ourselves in."

The two frightened little monsters flailed and scrambled as if running for their lives, heading off to surrender.

Yesterday, they took the money and got dragged here by that big bird to keep watch. Honestly, the two of them just wanted to slack off and muddle through.

Who could've known, just as they finally managed to tail a target, after a few hundred meters, both of them felt this looming dread and warned that dumb bird, but it wouldn't listen, insisted on shadowing them.

Well now, look at him—died in a sprawled-out mess.

Back in the car, Gan Tang didn't really care.

She hadn't planned to bother, but that big bird was just too arrogant. It had started tailing their car the moment she began eating the fruit, and kept on following for a good while.

What more is there to say? To prevent any accidents, better to kill first and ask questions later.

And in Wen Yan's opinion, she agreed—after already seeing someone come back from the dead, what else is impossible?

Just as expected, there really were people watching them on the road.

"Any more?"

"Yep, still got more." Wen Yan rummaged in the bag, thought for a bit, then blessed every tomato inside with yang energy and handed them to Gan Tang.

"Hey little one, don't eat too many. It's not good for kids to eat too much—when we get home tonight, you still have to eat dinner."

Little Zombie nodded obediently, but was already hugging a tomato and gnawing away.

Gan Tang just smiled and said nothing, quietly enjoying the taste.

This time, with no pesky eavesdroppers, it really did taste even better.

...

Inside the Water Ghost Domain, Sparrow Cat had eaten so much its belly was bulging.

The whole night, eating and drinking nonstop, spraying people until his mouth was dry.

A big horde of demon types and ghost types had been getting sprayed all night, but now they were used to it.

At first, some demons pretended to be fine but grumbled on the inside, but later, after hearing from the water ghost that there really were flying zombies passing through the waterways—maybe even more than one—they wised up fast.

The whole bunch learned the art of taking abuse without complaint on the spot.

Getting sprayed—what's the big deal? As long as they get to keep living, who cares.