Chapter 1350: Loss of Reason
At that moment, everyone's attention had been fixed on Yang Haoran and Xu Meijing, and the entire hall had echoed with Yang Haoran's heartfelt confession. However, a sudden voice shattered the ambiance.
The voice was hoarse and peculiar, impossible to discern if it belonged to a man or a woman. A normal person's voice couldn't possibly sound like that. There was only one explanation for such a phenomenon: the person's voice had been altered through special means, the purpose of which was self-evident—to prevent their identity from being exposed by their voice.
The appearance of this voice, coupled with the content of its words, caused everyone present to change their expressions. Yang Haoran, still kneeling on one knee, and Xu Meijing were, naturally, no exception.
Everyone knew the newcomer harbored ill intentions. This was evident from both the speaker's tone and the message itself.
However, the vast majority of those present did not understand the true meaning of the words. Even Xu Meijing didn't fully grasp it. The only ones who could completely understand the speaker's intent, besides Yang Haoran, were his trusted subordinates.
Not all of Yang Haoran's confidantes were openly present at the moment. Due to some of his trusted aides losing their physical bodies during the Underworld upheaval, Yang Haoran had neither sent them to reincarnation nor allowed them to become Ghost Officials in the Underworld. Instead, he kept them by his side as spirits. This practice certainly violated the laws of the Underworld Office, and if outsiders knew, it would lead to significant trouble. Therefore, today, he had instructed these confidantes to seal their powers and don "skins" that concealed their true appearances, hiding them in the shadows.
Nonetheless, whether they were Yang Haoran's visible confidantes or those hidden in the shadows, their expressions had all changed considerably. As for Yang Haoran, who was still kneeling before Xu Meijing with a look of deep affection, his face abruptly darkened, becoming exceedingly grim.
Setting aside those unfamiliar with Yang Haoran, anyone who knew him, apart from Xu Meijing, had never seen his face look so utterly dreadful.
Xu Meijing watched Yang Haoran's changing expression. Although she couldn't see the shifts in his inner emotions, her heart could feel them. Her own face also darkened in that instant, though the reason for her gloomy expression was entirely different from Yang Haoran's.
Xu Meijing, who had originally been moved and filled with happiness, now found the emotion on her face replaced by gloom, and the boundless happiness in her heart vanished. The "I do" that was on the tip of her tongue was forcibly swallowed back down.
The changes in everyone's expressions, as well as the shifts in Yang Haoran's and Xu Meijing's emotions, all transpired in an instant—the very moment the hoarse voice ceased.
Yang Haoran rose sharply, his face grim, his gaze sweeping across the entire hall as sharp as a blade. He wanted to drag out the speaker, but the voice was ethereal and impossible to pinpoint, so for a moment, Yang Haoran didn't know who the speaker was, nor where they were located.
It wasn't just Yang Haoran searching for the speaker; everyone else present was doing the same. Whether they wished to help Yang Haoran resolve the trouble or merely watch the show, they all wanted to know who had suddenly spoken.
But one person was an exception: Xu Meijing, who stood beside Yang Haoran. She didn't search for the speaker's whereabouts. Instead, with a somber face, she fixed her gaze on Yang Haoran. Her eyes held a complex mixture of doubt, anticipation, disappointment, and even anger. She seemed to want to deduce something from Yang Haoran's current reaction, or perhaps she was waiting for him to provide an explanation, one that could help her save face in such an important and special occasion.
Yet, Yang Haoran did not look at her. His eyes continued to scan the hall, desperately eager to drag out the speaker.
"Who goes there, lurking like a ghost? Get out here, now!"
Yang Haoran's voice was cold. He hadn't used the microphone in his hand, but his icy words, laced with boundless killing intent, clearly reached everyone's ears. Some people, upon hearing Yang Haoran's chilling, murderous tone, involuntarily trembled slightly.
Although most of the guests present held positions of status and power, and their strength was naturally not weak, many of them were far too weak compared to Yang Haoran. And this time, Yang Haoran, fueled by rage, had inadvertently channeled a certain amount of power into his voice, which caused some people's bodies to tremble upon hearing him.
"Heheheheheh, what an intense reaction you have! Weren't you just making a heartfelt proposal to Guardian Xu? Why stop? You've interrupted your proposal for another woman, and your reaction is so strong. How can our Guardian Xu possibly save face?"
The opponent's hoarse, peculiar voice echoed through the hall once more. Although they spoke again, no one, not even Yang Haoran, could pinpoint their location.
The opponent's ability to do this clearly indicated the use of some special technique that allowed their voice to enter the hall without revealing their whereabouts. However, achieving this in front of Yang Haoran was no easy feat, considering his formidable strength.
The fact that the opponent could manage this only proved that their method was extremely extraordinary; otherwise, how could it have evaded Yang Haoran's perception?
Despite failing to pinpoint the target, Yang Haoran did not give up. His gaze swept over all the guests once more, and he asked, radiating killing intent,
"Where is Bai Xue? !"
Although the opponent hadn't mentioned Bai Xue by name, Yang Haoran knew that "she" referred to Bai Xue. There was no need to guess; the opponent's previous words confirmed it.
However, the opponent's blatant attempt to sow discord between him and Xu Meijing was equally obvious. Yet, due to his concern for Bai Xue and the surge of fury in his heart, he had actually overlooked this point. This led him not to immediately explain himself to Xu Meijing, but instead to demand Bai Xue's whereabouts from the opponent with a murderous aura.
Xu Meijing, who had been silently watching Yang Haoran from the side, now had her complex gaze entirely replaced by disappointment, and a fierce surge of anger churned within her heart!
"Hahahaha, hahahahaha!"
A wild and gleeful laugh resounded through the hall. Yang Haoran, already losing his reason due to anger and worry, found his mind becoming even less clear upon hearing this person's rampant and delighted laughter.
Before the laughter faded, a sudden explosion roared, drowning out the sound.
Boom! ! !
Everyone's attention was drawn by the explosion, and they all turned in unison towards the hall entrance, as the sound had originated from there.
This time, Xu Meijing's gaze finally shifted from Yang Haoran. Like Yang Haoran and everyone else present, she looked towards the hall entrance.
However, although Xu Meijing's eyes had now moved from Yang Haoran, her face was even more grim than before, and the coldness in her beautiful eyes was even more intense.
Yang Haoran didn't notice Xu Meijing's emotional change at all. His body flickered, disappearing from his spot, and reappearing at the hall entrance. Some others present chose to rush towards the entrance like Yang Haoran, while others opted to observe from a distance.
When Yang Haoran arrived at the hall entrance, he saw various gift boxes scattered across the floor, some even shattered. Without exception, these were all wedding gifts sent by the guests today.
Besides the scattered gifts, several Night Watchers lay sprawled on the ground. These Night Watchers were all subordinates of Lu Wu. Although they were Night Watchers and not Emissaries of Death, their strength was not weak, and all of them had opened their Heaven Souls. This caliber of Night Watcher was simply incomparable to those who had not opened their Heaven Souls.
Yet, despite their considerable strength, they now lay scattered, some spitting blood, others moaning in pain, clearly having sustained serious injuries. Above them, a talisman floated in mid-air, emanating a powerful wave of energy.
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