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Chapter 250: You Dare to Hit Me!

The female ghost had retreated into the house. Both Old Master Wu and the young woman turned their gazes to Yang Haoran.

"Let's go, let's take a look inside."

Yang Haoran said with a smile, instinctively slipping his hands into his pockets as he walked towards the door of the dilapidated house.

Seeing Yang Haoran about to enter, Old Master Wu shot a glance at the young woman. She understood, quickly running to the doorway and opening the door.

A foul stench assaulted them, so strong that the young woman couldn't help but pinch her nose, her delicate hand waving repeatedly in front of her. RaN​ObEs

Yang Haoran, however, didn't react as strongly as she did. His expression remained unchanged, a kindly smile on his face, as he stepped into the house.

Inside, the little boy was huddled in a corner. The female ghost held him, tears streaming endlessly down her face. However, her tears were merely congealed Yin Qi; once they left her Spirit Body, they dissipated back into Yin Qi.

In another corner, Song Laoyao was still trapped within the illusion, his face contorted in terror. His head was bleeding from a gash, and snot, tears, and blood covered his entire face. Aside from him and the female ghost, no one knew what he was experiencing at that moment.

"Mommy, don't cry."

In the past, every time he wiped away her tears, his mother would force a small smile, then pat his head and tell him everything was alright.

This time, however, his small hand didn't successfully touch his mother's face; it passed right through her. His mother no longer smiled as before, but cried even harder.

"Mommy, why can't I touch your face? Everyone says you're dead. Is this what happens after you die?"

The female ghost didn't answer, only continued to shed tears uncontrollably.

The young woman found the scene almost unbearable. Through her Ghost Eye, she could see the pain the female ghost had endured before her death. Witnessing this now, infected by the atmosphere, her nose pricked, and her eyes welled up.

Old Master Wu couldn't help but sigh softly, saying nothing.

Old Master Wu felt a profound sense of melancholy. If not for meeting Yang Haoran, his lifespan would have ended in a few more years, and he too would have become a bodiless spirit, eternally separated from his family. Even if he could see them, he wouldn't be able to touch them.

Yang Haoran's appearance had changed all of this. Although he couldn't alter his age, he had granted him Spirit Power. With Spirit Power in his body, he could slow down his aging and live longer than his original lifespan, a duration that would increase with his growing strength.

Compared to the female ghost before him, he was fortunate in this regard. But this fortune didn't come free; he had to pay a great deal, sometimes even with his life.

Yang Haoran's reaction, however, remained unchanged. His thoughts differed from Old Master Wu's and the young woman's. In his eyes, as long as a soul hadn't undergone Soul Transformation, it wasn't truly dead.

The little boy was very weak due to malnutrition and the bleeding gash on his head.

With such a frail body, being embraced by an Evil Spirit like this would only further weaken him. Yang Haoran had initially wanted to remind the female ghost to release the child if she truly cared for him, but after a moment of hesitation, he decided against it.

He had experienced the pain of losing loved ones, so he could understand the female ghost's helplessness and despair. Perhaps if she didn't hold her child tightly tonight, she would never have another chance. Even if she reincarnated, it would be another cycle, and she would become a blank slate, starting anew, no longer remembering the little boy.

Intense Yin Qi would indeed have some impact on the child, but he would personally dispel the Yin Qi from the child later. A few days of rest would be enough for him to recover.

So, Yang Haoran said nothing, instead turning his gaze to Song Laoyao.

Then, with a smile on his face, he walked towards Song Laoyao.

At this moment, the female ghost's attention was entirely on her son, the little boy's attention was entirely on his mother, and the young woman's attention was entirely on the mother and child. Only Old Master Wu, even in this situation, remained vigilant, observing all nearby movements to prevent any mishaps.

As Yang Haoran stepped towards Song Laoyao, Old Master Wu immediately noticed. However, he was a little puzzled, wondering what Yang Haoran intended to do approaching Song Laoyao at this moment.

Song Laoyao was currently deeply immersed in the illusion, unable to extricate himself. He occasionally swung his fists, or kicked violently forward, as if fighting someone.

Anyone who wasn't blind could clearly see Song Laoyao's abnormal reactions. Yet, puzzlingly, Yang Haoran acted as if he saw nothing, still approaching Song Laoyao step by step.

The room was already small, and Yang Haoran reached Song Laoyao in a few steps, immediately met by Song Laoyao's fist.

Old Master Wu's expression changed, and he was about to warn Yang Haoran, but Yang Haoran seemed to have been prepared. Before the fist could reach his face, Yang Haoran pulled his right hand from his pocket and casually blocked Song Laoyao's weak punch with his palm.

Then, everyone in the room, be they human or ghost, heard Yang Haoran's cold and angry voice.

"You actually dared to hit me!"

As the cold voice rang out, before anyone, human or ghost, could react, Song Laoyao was sent flying by Yang Haoran's kick.

Boom!

Song Laoyao's body slammed violently into the wall. The wall, constructed of red bricks and cement, couldn't withstand the force and a hole was directly punched through it by Song Laoyao's body, which then became embedded in the hole.

Song Laoyao spewed blood, blood oozing from his mouth and nose, looking utterly miserable.

Yang Haoran had controlled the force of his kick perfectly; while it didn't take Song Laoyao's life, an unknown number of his bones were broken.

Even more tragically, even as he was embedded in the wall, Song Laoyao still hadn't emerged from the illusion. He feebly raised his hand, as if still intending to swing his fists.

"You still want to attack me? Never mind, I'm not a petty person, so I won't bother with you. You reap what you sow."

With those words, Yang Haoran ignored Song Laoyao, habitually slipped his hands back into his pockets, and turned to face Old Master Wu and the others.

At this moment, Old Master Wu's mouth twitched, his gaze at Yang Haoran filled with disbelief.

He wasn't shocked that Yang Haoran would strike a common person; he was astonished by how crude Yang Haoran's excuse for acting was!

Song Laoyao was clearly deep in an illusion, completely unaware of what was happening in reality. This was something not just an Emissary of Death knew, but even a Night Watcher understood.

Yet, his boss, feigning ignorance and blindness, deliberately stepped into Song Laoyao's range of attack. The moment Song Laoyao's fist swung, he immediately delivered a kick that nearly killed the man, and his excuse was that Song Laoyao tried to hit him!

The young woman was also stunned by Yang Haoran's actions. Her eyes were red, still immersed in the tragic fate of the female ghost and her son, yet she hadn't expected her boss to suddenly put on such a performance.

As for the female ghost and the little boy, they were simply dumbfounded, staring at Yang Haoran, then at Song Laoyao, who was embedded in the wall, bleeding from his mouth and nose. They couldn't utter a single word.

"Damn, this guy is really troublesome. If I hadn't reacted fast enough, I would have been in deep trouble. Don't mind me, just carry on with what you're doing. " Yang Haoran gave the mother and son an apologetic smile and said.

This excuse, not even a ghost would believe it, but Yang Haoran showed no sign of embarrassment. However, the female ghost did snap out of her daze because of Yang Haoran's words.

"Kang, come here."

The female ghost pulled the grimy little boy and floated to Yang Haoran's front, then knelt down without a word.

"Kang, quickly kneel to Uncle."

The little boy didn't understand what was happening, but he clearly listened to his mother. Without a hint of hesitation, he immediately knelt before Yang Haoran.

This sudden scene made Yang Haoran's smile stiffen. Realizing what was happening, he quickly turned his body to the side, not accepting the kneeling of the female ghost and child.

Seeing that Yang Haoran wouldn't accept their kneeling, the female ghost immediately panicked and hurriedly said, "Emissary of Death, please help me, help my child."

Yang Haoran, who could usually maintain a smile, now had a rather unnatural expression. With a wave of his hand, a surge of power gently lifted the child and the female ghost from the ground.

"Speak properly if you have something to say. Otherwise, people might think I have a habit of bullying women and children. Tell me, how do you want me to help you? But our Underworld Office has its rules; what I can do to help is very limited."

Yang Haoran, when guiding spirits, never bothered with their affairs in life. However, tonight, being bored on the rooftop, he had activated his Ghost Eye and seen the female ghost and her child's plight, which led to that kick he just gave Song Laoyao.

"Emissary of Death, can I come back to life? I don't want to leave my child. My child is only four years old; he'll have a hard time surviving without me. Please, Emissary of Death, be merciful and let me live again. " The female ghost pleaded, tears still streaming, looking utterly pitiful.

When the female ghost made this request, the young woman didn't react much; she seemed not to fully grasp the implications yet.

Old Master Wu's reaction, however, was different. His face darkened, and he frowned slightly. Nevertheless, he said nothing, standing respectfully.

Yang Haoran's expression remained unchanged, as if the female ghost's request was entirely within his expectations.

"I apologize. As I just said, our Underworld Office has its rules. There are things I can do, and things I cannot."