Realm of the Night God

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Gently pushing open the iron gate, the creaking sound pierced the silent night as Yang Haoran stepped inside.

The iron gate closed softly without any external force, emitting a grating noise. As it shut, eerie laughter echoed from within the ghost building.

Such a bizarre scene would surely frighten an ordinary person, but Yang Haoran seemed unperturbed, walking directly towards the entrance of the ghost building.

This was his second time entering the ghost building. Compared to his timid demeanor during his first visit, there was no fear evident on his face now, only seriousness and vigilance.

Entering the ground floor of the ghost building, a stench of decay assaulted his senses, unchanged from the first time he stepped inside.

Yang Haoran remained unfazed by the odor; compared to the stench of decomposed corpses, this smell was negligible.

The scene inside the room remained the same: dilapidated furniture, thick layers of dust, playful spiders, ubiquitous cobwebs, and scattered bones and torn clothes.

Compared to his last visit, there were noticeably more bones present, indicating that more foolhardy individuals had entered and lost their lives since then.

To be honest, Yang Haoran felt no sympathy for these people. The entire Lecheng knew that this building was haunted; entering it was a gamble with one's life. Yet, there were always those who dared to tempt fate, and who could blame them?

As his gaze swept across the ground floor, Yang Haoran could sense many things invisible to the naked eye.

There were many ghosts on this floor, but they were just ordinary undead. To him, these undead were likely adventurers or performers who had perished here and coalesced into ghosts.

Guiding the undead was once Yang Haoran's duty, but now was not the time for that. After all, he needed to ensure his own safety.

He had no intention of lingering on the ground floor. His gaze locked onto the staircase, and he proceeded to climb towards the second floor.

Just as he took a few steps, Yang Haoran paused, his brows furrowing slightly as if sensing something. He looked down.

A dark mass caught his eye. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a head covered in disheveled hair. Beneath the tangled hair, there were hands devoid of color, and these hands happened to be clutching Yang Haoran's ankle.

"Hey handsome, exploring the ghost building alone is so boring. Don't you need a beauty by your side to make it more interesting? What do you think of me?"

A coquettish voice emanated from the disheveled hair. As the voice sounded, the female ghost slowly raised her head, revealing a rotten face with wriggling maggots, gazing affectionately at Yang Haoran.

An ordinary person would undoubtedly be terrified by this sight, but Yang Haoran merely furrowed his brows, showing no trace of fear.

Ignoring the female ghost, he withdrew his gaze and continued walking towards the staircase, as if he hadn't noticed her presence at all.

Seeing herself being ignored, the female ghost pouted coquettishly. Her voice was pleasant, full of allure, but her ghastly appearance sharply contrasted with her sweet voice.

"Hey handsome, don't you like me in this state? Aren't I pretty?"

As she spoke, her soul body slithered up Yang Haoran's leg like a snake. In the blink of an eye, her soul body entwined around Yang Haoran's upper body, and her horrifying ghostly face was almost touching his.

It was evident that the female ghost intended to frighten Yang Haoran. She could have appeared in her normal, pre-death state, but she chose to present herself in her gruesome post-death form, and her entrance was particularly cunning. From this alone, her true motives could be discerned.

Yang Haoran's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure on his face.

After all, the female ghost was just an undead; her actions couldn't harm Yang Haoran in any way. However, her words and actions could affect his mood.

Already burdened with a heavy heart, being disturbed by the female ghost only worsened his mood.

But the female ghost seemed oblivious to Yang Haoran's displeasure. Her soul body tightened around him, like a venomous snake ready to strike at any moment.

"Your scent, I like it."

The female ghost deeply inhaled the Yin Qi emanating from Yang Haoran's body, a satisfied expression appearing on her terrifying and decaying face.

At the same time, a gust of eerie wind swept through the room, accompanied by mournful cries and chilling laughter, growing louder with the appearance of the wind.

Numerous undead emerged in this eerie and terrifying atmosphere. Some crawled out from the decrepit furniture, some emerged from the walls, and others, like the female ghost before him, struggled to crawl out from beneath the floor, pretending to be in distress.

Each had its own way of appearing, its own horrifying appearance, and its own uniqueness.

However, they all had one thing in common: their attention was fixed on Yang Haoran, and they were slowly approaching him.

It was evident that these undead now viewed Yang Haoran as their prey. Even though the female ghost was the first to capture him, they all seemed eager to share in the spoils.

Although his view was blocked by the horrifying face of the female ghost, Yang Haoran could sense other undead closing in on him from all directions.

"Sigh, captive ones can never compare to the wild ones. Not only do they not know how to escape, but they also come knocking willingly."

Yang Haoran shook his head, then covered his hands with Yin spirit power. In a lightning-fast motion, he grabbed the female ghost by the neck.

The female ghost clearly hadn't expected Yang Haoran to catch her. Her expression changed, and she struggled violently, trying to break free from Yang Haoran's grasp. However, no matter how hard she struggled, her soul body couldn't escape from Yang Haoran's grip.

The female ghost was just a small undead. Realizing she had the audacity to approach him, Yang Haoran knew she must have been trapped in this ghost building for a long time. She not only lacked awareness of the danger but probably didn't even know what an Underworld Envoy was.

Ignoring the female ghost's struggles, he pulled her off his body and crushed her soul body into a ball. Amid the astonished gazes of the other undead, he tossed the female ghost aside as if discarding trash.

The mournful cries abruptly stopped, and the chilling laughter ceased. Even the sudden gust of Yin Qi dissipated at that moment.

All the undead stopped their movements, staring dumbfoundedly at Yang Haoran, not daring to approach him anymore.

They were just ordinary undead, mainly relying on intimidation. But not only did Yang Haoran not fall for their tricks, he could even directly harm them. Where would they dare to approach him now?

Yang Haoran had no intention of seeking attention from these ordinary undead. After tossing the female ghost aside like trash, he continued towards the staircase.

This time, there were no foolish undead blocking his path. The female ghost, thrown out by Yang Haoran, quickly disappeared underground, hiding her soul body, afraid that Yang Haoran would come looking for trouble.

Free from the disturbance of the undead, Yang Haoran soon reached the staircase. Without hesitation, he ascended to the second floor.

Moments later, Yang Haoran arrived on the second floor. The Yin Qi here was much stronger than on the ground floor, but strangely, he didn't sense the presence of any ghosts.

Not only were there no ghosts, but there weren't even any bones littering the floor, not a single skeleton to be seen.

In comparison, the second floor was much cleaner than the ground floor, at least in this regard.

With no ghosts present and no objects of extreme Yin, logically speaking, the second floor shouldn't have such strong Yin Qi. However, upon closer observation, it could be noticed that the intense Yin Qi on the second floor was actually seeping down from the third floor. Over the years, this had led to the second floor having even stronger Yin Qi than the ground floor.

It was hard to imagine just how strong the Yin Qi on the third floor must be to achieve this.

Just as Yang Haoran set foot on the second floor of the ghost building, several cars suddenly stopped outside the building.

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