Chapter 913: Chapter 334: The Corpse Catcher’s Last Journey, Flames Burning

He didn’t want Wen Yan to avenge him, nor did he want Wen Yan to take risks.

Because he understands what kind of person Wen Yan is.

He just felt that the Great Demon was too dangerous.

Wen Yan took a deep breath, opened his mouth, but found himself unable to speak.

After a long while, he finally said.

"I accept the items. Thank you, sir, for personally coming such a long way to deliver them. This is the best gift I’ve ever received.

Do rest assured, I will definitely protect myself, I surely will.

Please rest easy, I’ll make sure to send you home, so you may return to your roots.

A Corpse Catcher will not die in a foreign land."

Seeming to hear Wen Yan’s words, the old man’s rapidly stiff body finally relaxed and toppled to the side.

Wen Yan extended his hand, supported the old man, and settled him onto a chair.

With a solemn expression, he opened the door, allowing the internal staff to bring a stretcher. He personally laid the old man onto it, then covered him with a white cloth.

Afterward, he carried the bamboo basket the old man had brought, and temporarily placed the old man in the Scorching Sun Department’s morgue.

He remained silent, until walking out of the morgue and shutting the door; the moment he returned from the basement to the first floor, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

The suffocating feeling in his chest was about to explode.

His composed expression instantly lost all control.

He gritted his teeth, the yang energy within him traversed through his limbs and torso, exploding in an instant.

His heart began to race furiously, the violent power merging with his blood, bursting within his body like a resplendent firework.

Flames ignited on Wen Yan’s body, terrifying yang energy exploded from him, transforming into a shockwave that spread in all directions.

The windows on the entire floor shattered instantly.

The shockwave spread out in all eight directions, and the immense yang energy, mixed with the power of blood, fused into strands of crimson flames.

Wen Yan clenched his teeth, his eyes brimmed with tears that seemed to be burning.

How could he hold it in, how could he possibly endure?

Impossible to withstand, he couldn’t endure anymore.

Even carrying the bamboo basket felt like bearing a mountain, the heftiest, most unavoidable burden he’d ever received in his life.

Even at the end, the old man feared for his recklessness, repeatedly assuring him that it was his time, not anyone’s fault.

How could I bear it?

He understood that it was the old man’s final moment, comprehending much and recalling much.

With the hint, Wen Yan clearly understood what he was being told.

The Great Demon possessing him wasn’t inherently malicious, merely that the old man was nearing the end, and after experiencing great joy, the weight of his greatest obsession dissolved.

Finally, the Great Demon gave a slight push, snuffing out the flickering candle in the wind.

That Great Demon is extremely dangerous; if its original intent wasn’t to harm, you shouldn’t seek revenge, don’t pursue it.

If Wen Yan hadn’t received the hint, he’d let it be, unable to fathom it, he’d let it go.

But he understood, how could he endure then.

He held in everything until he felt like his chest was about to explode, refraining from showing it in front of the old man reached the limit.

At this moment, he stood where he was, painfully bent over, crimson flames ignited within him, and the yang energy surged in waves, impacting in all directions.

The formless, shapeless yang energy, after merging with his blood, now resembled true flames.

The stainless steel elevator doors behind him were gradually turning a shade of red.

He wanted to control it, but struggled to do so.

Walking out of the building, he barely managed to direct the power to bloom towards the sky.

In the courtyard, a silhouetted figure cloaked in crimson flames stood, the fire roaring towards the sky, spreading hundreds of meters high in a fan-like shape.

Vaguely, the colossal flame seemed to take the shape of a wrathful face.

The Yu State Scorching Sun Department immediately activated emergency protocols, signal jammers around the headquarters started, while surrounding fire facilities were on full alert.

Inside the building, Feng Yao, looking ashen-faced, glanced at Wen Yan standing at the center of the courtyard, offering a bitter smile.

"Can someone tell me what happened? Who provoked him to this level of fury?"

No need to ask, no need to sense it; the instant everyone saw it, they could clearly feel the boundless rage contained within the towering flames.

That swelling wrathful intent, wave after wave, spread outwards, even surpassing the yang energy; anyone not devoid of emotion, capable of empathy, could feel it.

Many in Yu State City perceived the towering flame, but to ordinary people, it wasn’t profoundly impactful.

Yet the demons and professionals distinctly sensed the intent housed within the flames.

At the Meng Family Insomnia Recuperation Clinic, Meng An ascended the rooftop, staring at the distant flames, face full of astonishment.

"This is..."

Meanwhile, dozens of miles away, in a martial arts school, Lu Lu lifted his head, and Zhang Xuewen, who had just been knocked to the ground, immediately scrambled to his feet.

Everyone in the martial arts school rushed outside, gazing into the distance.

With shock written all over his face, Zhang Xuewen was truly stunned this time, sensing the palpable fury within those flames, its intent expanding with the yang energy, even from here.

"What happened? Who enraged the Tuoba Martial God to this extent?"

"I don’t know; something big is about to go down. Tuoba Martial God has never been this furious before. We’re so far, yet I can feel it." A middle-aged man with a square face responded gravely, urgently turning to caution his disciples.

"Be careful in the coming days. Don’t cause trouble, don’t wander aimlessly; something serious might happen."