Chapter 151: Spirit Medium
The car sped on the road, Yang Haoran's brows furrowed tightly, his expression serious.
If this continued, he would lose track of the Skin-Borrowing Ghost.
Just as he was worrying about this, Yang Haoran's brows suddenly twitched. The Skin-Borrowing Ghost had stopped.
"Can't hold on anymore? Keep running, and even if I don't chase you, your soul will be dispersed."
Yang Haoran sneered inwardly. The Skin-Borrowing Ghost was already weak; even though it had consumed Guo Yu before fleeing and received some replenishment, it couldn't withstand the scorching sun. If it didn't find a place rich in Yin Qi to heal and recover now, it would definitely end up with its soul dispersed.
A moment later, Yang Haoran stepped on the brakes, and the car stopped at Nine Dragons Slope.
Getting out of the car, he sprinted towards the cemetery's location.
Through his Sense Yin, the Skin-Borrowing Ghost had indeed fled here, but besides the Skin-Borrowing Ghost, there were also several Wánglíng present.
Returning to Nine Dragons Slope cemetery, compared to his last visit, the Yin Qi here was noticeably much heavier. Without Xu Meijing coming to clear it, Nine Dragons Slope had gradually seen the birth of new Wánglíng, and with their presence, the Yin Qi naturally intensified.
Of course, Yang Haoran wouldn't give the Skin-Borrowing Ghost this chance to recover. If he truly allowed it to recover, not only would his efforts today be in vain, but more trouble would arise in the future, and that was certainly not what he wanted to see.
His gaze fell on the most secluded corner of the cemetery. Yang Haoran quickened his pace, finally stopping before a large tree.
Pulling out his cigarette pack, he lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep puff, and then spoke: "Chasing you all this way, I didn't even have time for a smoke. You really ran fast enough."
The surroundings were silent, without a sound. To an outsider, Yang Haoran's words would sound like a lunatic talking to himself.
"It's no use escaping here. Come out, don't make me keep chasing you. I'm tired."
Yang Haoran took another puff of his cigarette and said indifferently.
A gust of Yin wind blew through, and a blurry shadow slowly emerged from the tree trunk, then slowly walked out.
No longer a frightening, charred form, what appeared before Yang Haoran this time was an honest-looking man.
At this moment, not a trace of ferocity or grimness could be seen on the man's face; only pitiable helplessness remained. Coupled with his illusory Spirit Body, which seemed as if it could dissipate at any moment, his current pitiful and helpless state was amplified.
He was, naturally, the Skin-Borrowing Ghost, but at this moment, the Skin-Borrowing Ghost was not facing Yang Haoran in its wretched state before death, but had returned to its appearance from when it was alive.
Looking at the Skin-Borrowing Ghost's illusory Spirit Body, Yang Haoran knew that the sun had caused significant damage to it during its escape here. Otherwise, it wouldn't be this weak right now.
Had it not consumed Guo Yu earlier, the Skin-Borrowing Ghost would surely have had its soul dispersed along the way.
"Big brother, please have mercy, just let me go. . ."
The Skin-Borrowing Ghost had a pitiable expression, then directly knelt down before Yang Haoran.
This sudden development genuinely startled Yang Haoran. The Skin-Borrowing Ghost was considerably older than him, and for it to kneel down directly without a word was simply too unexpected.
Recalling the Skin-Borrowing Ghost's fierce appearance from before, and then looking at its current state, Yang Haoran didn't show a triumphant expression. Instead, he furrowed his brows, shifted his body to the side, and did not accept the Skin-Borrowing Ghost's kneeling.
"You don't need to do this, because it won't work. " Yang Haoran took a drag from his cigarette and said faintly.
The Skin-Borrowing Ghost's expression grew anxious. It quickly shifted its body to face Yang Haoran again, continuing to plead: "Please, let me go! I'm truly wronged, none of this is my fault! If the hospital hadn't done that, how could I have done these things? Really, please believe me. . . please. . ."
Yang Haoran moved away again, his brows furrowing even tighter. By his expression, he didn't seem to be moved by the Skin-Borrowing Ghost's actions.
"I'm not very clear about your situation, so I won't make any judgments. My duty is simply to subdue you and take you away. As for whether you're wronged or not, you can tell the judge when you go down to the Underworld. If you are truly wronged, I believe he will give you justice."
As Yang Haoran spoke these words, the Skin-Borrowing Ghost's expression became even more anxious.
"No, no, don't, I don't want to go to the Underworld, I don't want to go down, I. . ."
The Skin-Borrowing Ghost was still pleading, but Yang Haoran's expression subtly shifted. He seemed to have sensed something, and with a wave of his hand, the Soul-Gathering Bead whistled out, hovering above the Skin-Borrowing Ghost's Spirit Body.
"If you have grievances, speak of them below. For now, get in."
As he spoke, Yang Haoran activated the Soul-Gathering Bead, intending to draw the kneeling Skin-Borrowing Ghost into it. However, at that very moment, a gust of Yin wind inexplicably appeared, making the leaves rustle. A force similar to Spirit Power struck the Soul-Gathering Bead, sending it flying.
Yang Haoran's expression turned cold at this sudden development, while the Skin-Borrowing Ghost kneeling on the ground tried to seize this opportunity to escape again.
"Don't be afraid. Young Master is here today. This temporary worker from the Underworld Office won't do anything to you."
A voice came from afar, somewhat young, but quite arrogant.
Yang Haoran's face was cold. He didn't immediately look to see who the newcomer was, but instead waved a hand at the Soul-Gathering Bead.
Summoned, the Soul-Gathering Bead flew up from the ground, no longer targeting the Skin-Borrowing Ghost, but instead hovering by Yang Haoran's side.
The reason he didn't continue attacking the Skin-Borrowing Ghost was that Yang Haoran knew even if he did, he would be interrupted by the opponent. He didn't want to do something meaningless. To successfully take the Skin-Borrowing Ghost into the Soul-Gathering Bead, he first had to deal with this newly appeared fellow.
The reason he had furrowed his brows earlier was because he had sensed the approach of a power fluctuation, one he was very familiar with, as it was extremely similar to the Spirit Power within his own body.
He had originally thought the newcomer might be another Night Watcher, but hearing those words now, he immediately dismissed that speculation.
If the other party truly were a Night Watcher, they would absolutely not have spoken those words.
After recalling the Soul-Gathering Bead, Yang Haoran cautiously guarded against the Skin-Borrowing Ghost, preventing its escape or a sneak attack, while slowly turning to look towards the source of the voice.
From a distance, a young man, seventeen or eighteen years old, walked over. His lips curled upward, wearing an expression of arrogance and defiance, his gaze intensely provocative, swaying as he approached Yang Haoran.
Seeing the other party's appearance, Yang Haoran's brows furrowed even tighter, but then his tight frown relaxed, and a hint of a smile actually appeared on his face.
He smiled very warmly, as if he had suddenly seen a long-lost friend, looking quite happy.
This reaction, however, puzzled the arrogant young man. In his opinion, given his words and his recent action of sending the other party's Soul-Gathering Bead flying, any Night Watcher encountering such a situation would surely be furious. Yet, this 'uncle' in front of him could still smile.
That smile was so warm, seemingly without any malice towards him.
The young man arrived before Yang Haoran. After stopping, he first scrutinized Yang Haoran from head to toe, then looked puzzled and asked Yang Haoran, "Do we know each other?"
The smile on Yang Haoran's face deepened a bit as he said to the young man, "Take a guess."
The young man frowned, a thoughtful expression on his face, as he once again scrutinized Yang Haoran from head to toe.
Yang Haoran observed all this, his face still holding a warm smile, but his heart filled with coldness.
"No wonder the power fluctuation emanating from him is so similar to Spirit Power. So, he's a Spirit Medium."
Yang Haoran recognized the young man's identity. However, he didn't seem particularly friendly towards Spirit Mediums; he just didn't show it on his face.
The young man didn't notice this. He continued to scrutinize Yang Haoran, especially Yang Haoran's face, examining it again and again, very carefully.
Finally, he shook his head and said, "Your appearance is too ordinary. I really can't remember where I've seen you before. But judging by your reaction, it seems you recognize me. Well, that's great. I want this ghost. Do you have any objections?"
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