Chapter 183: Handsome, Am I Pretty?
With a gentle push, the iron gate opened with a creak that sounded incredibly harsh in the silent night. Yang Haoran stepped inside.
Without any external force, the iron gate softly closed, emitting another grating sound. As the iron gate shut, spine-chilling ghost laughter echoed from within the Ghost Building.
Such an eerie scene would undoubtedly terrify an ordinary person, but Yang Haoran acted as if he heard nothing, walking directly towards the entrance of the Ghost Building.
This was his second time entering the Ghost Building. Compared to his cowardly demeanor during his first visit, there was no fear on his face now, only solemnity and vigilance.
Entering the first floor of the Ghost Building, a decaying stench assailed his nostrils. This smell hadn't changed at all; it was the same as when he first stepped inside.
Yang Haoran's expression remained unperturbed. This stench had no effect on him whatsoever; compared to the corpse stench that resulted from melting zombies, this faint odor was nothing at all.
The scene inside the house was still the same: broken furniture, thick dust, mischievous spiders, omnipresent cobwebs, and scattered white bones and tattered clothing.
Compared to his last visit, the number of white bones on this floor had noticeably increased, indicating that during this period, more foolhardy individuals had ventured in, ultimately losing their lives.
To be honest, Yang Haoran felt no sympathy for these people. Everyone in Lecheng knew this building was the Ghost Building, and entering it meant more ill than good, with a high probability of losing one's life inside. Yet, some people just wouldn't believe it, insisting on walking to their deaths. Who could they blame?
There were quite a few ghostly entities on this floor, but they were all just ordinary Wánglíng. In his opinion, these Wánglíng were likely formed from the souls of those who had died after coming here to explore or put on a show.
Normally, guiding Wánglíng was Yang Haoran's duty, but now was not the time for it. After all, he was currently struggling to even protect himself.
He had no intention of lingering on the first floor. His gaze fixed on the staircase, and he took a step, preparing to ascend to the second floor.
After only a few steps, Yang Haoran paused, a slight frown creasing his brow. As if sensing something, he looked down at his feet.
A dark mass entered his view. Upon closer inspection, it was a head covered in disheveled hair. Beneath the unruly hair, a pair of bloodless hands were wrapped around Yang Haoran's ankle.
"Handsome, exploring the Ghost Building alone is so boring. You need a beauty by your side to make it more interesting. What do you think of me?"
A delicate voice emerged from beneath the disheveled black hair. As the voice sounded, the woman slowly lifted her head, revealing a rotten face crawling with maggots, gazing at Yang Haoran with soulful eyes.
Had it been an ordinary person, they would undoubtedly have been scared out of their wits by the sight. Yet, Yang Haoran merely frowned, showing no trace of fear on his face.
He ignored the female ghost, calmly withdrew his gaze, and continued walking towards the staircase, as if he hadn't even noticed her presence.
Seeing herself ignored, the female ghost let out a coquettish sigh. Her voice was beautiful and full of charm, but her face was truly unbearable to look at, forming a stark contrast with her pleasing voice.
"Handsome, don't you like me as I am now? Am I not pretty?"
As the female ghost spoke, her Spirit Body slithered up Yang Haoran's calf like a python. In the blink of an eye, her Spirit Body had coiled around Yang Haoran's upper body, and her terrifying ghost face was almost pressed against his.
The female ghost was clearly trying to scare Yang Haoran. The reason was simple: she could have appeared in her normal, living form, but she didn't. Instead, she presented herself in her gruesome post-death state, and her method of appearance was extremely tricky. This alone revealed her true intention.
Yang Haoran frowned, a hint of displeasure appearing on his face.
The female ghost was only a Wánglíng; any action her Spirit Body took could not harm Yang Haoran. However, her words and actions did affect his mood.
His mood was already heavy, and with the female ghost stirring things up like this, he naturally felt even more annoyed.
But the female ghost seemed oblivious to the displeasure on Yang Haoran's face. Her Spirit Body coiled tighter and tighter around Yang Haoran, like a venomous snake capturing its prey, ready to strike at any moment.
"Your scent, I love it so much."
The female ghost deeply inhaled the Yin Qi emanating from Yang Haoran, and a look of satisfaction appeared on her terrifying and rotten face.
At the same time, a burst of Yin Qi wind suddenly swept through the room. Along with the wind, tragic wails and chilling laughter grew louder and louder.
Amidst this eerie and terrifying atmosphere, numerous Wánglíng emerged. Some crawled out of dilapidated furniture, others materialized from within the walls, and some, like the female ghost before him, theatrically struggled their Spirit Bodies out from beneath the floorboards.
Various entrance methods, various terrifying forms, each with its unique characteristics and highlights.
But one thing was consistent: their attention was all focused on Yang Haoran, and they were slowly closing in on him.
It was clear that these Wánglíng now regarded Yang Haoran as prey, and even though the female ghost had captured him first, they all seemed to want a piece of the pie.
Although his vision was blocked by the terrifying face of the female ghost before him, Yang Haoran could sense other Wánglíng approaching from all directions.
"Sigh, farmed ones can never compare to wild ones. Not only do they not know to escape, they even deliver themselves to my door."
Yang Haoran sighed, shaking his head. Immediately after, he enveloped his hand in Spirit Power and, with lightning speed, reached out and grabbed the female ghost by the neck.
The female ghost clearly hadn't expected Yang Haoran to be able to grab her. Her expression changed, and she struggled violently, trying to break free from Yang Haoran's grip. But no matter how she struggled, her Spirit Body could not escape his hand.
The female ghost was just a small Wánglíng. Seeing that she actually dared to approach him, Yang Haoran knew that she must have been trapped in this Ghost Building for a long time. She had no sense of danger, and likely didn't even know what an Underworld Official was.
He ignored the female ghost's struggles, pulled her off him, and then kneaded her Spirit Body into a ball. Under the astonished gazes of the other Wánglíng, he flung the female ghost away like trash.
The tragic wails ceased abruptly, the chilling laughter fell silent, and even the sudden Yin Qi wind stopped at that moment.
All the Wánglíng froze their Spirit Bodies, staring blankly at Yang Haoran, daring not to approach a single step closer.
They were just ordinary Wánglíng, whose main method of attack was to scare people. But not only was Yang Haoran unaffected by their tactics, he could even directly harm them. How could they dare to approach?
Yang Haoran had no intention of seeking validation from these ordinary Wánglíng. After tossing the female ghost away like garbage, he continued walking towards the staircase.
This time, no ignorant Wánglíng dared to block his path. The female ghost Yang Haoran had thrown fled into the ground in a flash, hiding her Spirit Body, terrified that Yang Haoran would come looking for trouble.
Without further disturbance from Wánglíng, Yang Haoran quickly reached the staircase. Without hesitation, he stepped up towards the second floor.
A moment later, Yang Haoran arrived on the second floor. The Yin Qi here was far more intense than on the first floor, but strangely, he didn't sense a single ghost's presence.
Not only were there no ghosts, but there were also no white bones scattered everywhere like on the first floor—to be precise, not a single bone.
In comparison, the second floor was much cleaner than the first, at least in this regard.
Without the presence of ghosts or any extreme Yin objects, the second floor should not have such strong Yin Qi. However, upon closer observation, one would notice that the intense Yin Qi on the second floor was actually seeping down from the third floor. Over the years, this had caused the Yin Qi on the second floor to become even stronger than that on the first.
It was hard to imagine how intense the Yin Qi on the third floor must be to achieve this.
Yang Haoran had just stepped onto the second floor of the Ghost Building when suddenly, several cars pulled up outside the building.
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