Chapter 275: The Test
Zhong Siyu wore a sinister grin on her face. As her words fell, she couldn't help but lick her lips.
The Evil Spirit man remained silent. In his current predicament, his only thought was escape; he dared not utter another word of nonsense.
His Spirit Body dispersed into strands of Yin Qi, scattering and fleeing in different directions.
Meanwhile, Zhou Fudui's Copper Coin Sword arrived as expected. However, his strike missed the Evil Spirit man and instead cleaved into Zhong Siyu.
This strike, Zhou Fudui had clearly unleashed his full power. With a single swing, he directly sliced Zhong Siyu's Spirit Body into two pieces.
This scene made Yang Haoran's mouth twitch involuntarily. Zhou Fudui's sword striking Zhong Siyu had just made things complicated.
An Evil Spirit like Zhong Siyu, savage, tyrannical, and bloodthirsty by nature, once provoked, there was no hope of a simple resolution.
"After I devour this Evil Spirit, I'll deal with all of you!"
As her words fell, Zhong Siyu transformed into a mass of Yin Qi. This Yin Qi spread outwards at a visible speed, covering the entire Blackwater Pool area in the blink of an eye.
"No! Don't! Don't devour me! I'll acknowledge you as my master! Ahhhhh!"
The shrill screams proclaimed the Evil Spirit man's Soul Transformation. From start to finish, it took only a few breaths of time; a powerful Evil Spirit was so effortlessly devoured by Zhong Siyu.
Both were Evil Spirits, yet the Evil Spirit man was as weak as a chick before Zhong Siyu.
Yang Haoran witnessed this, his expression remaining largely unchanged. However, the lunar wheel floating beside him spun a few degrees faster; a detail no one present noticed.
The Yin Qi retracted and condensed, then once again transformed into Zhong Siyu in her blood-red clothing. Her face showed a look of lingering satisfaction, and her ruby-like eyes fixed on Zhou Fudui.
Zhou Fudui tightened his grip on his Copper Coin Sword. His expression was grave. The pressure emanating from the girl, who appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen, was simply immense. Not even his captain, Luo Dui, not even the Emissary of Death, Yang Haoran, nor the recently defeated Evil Spirit man had exerted such overwhelming pressure on him.
This pressure stemmed from a vast disparity in power. Zhou Fudui didn't know how strong Zhong Siyu was, but one thing was certain: she was definitely stronger than him, vastly stronger.
So he did not blindly attack. Instead, he secretly mobilized the power within him, searching for an opportune moment to strike while also remaining vigilant of Zhong Siyu's every move.
"Your strength is decent, but unfortunately, you don't have much Yin Qi on you. I'm usually not very interested in souls like yours, but today, I'm willing to waste a little time on you."
Zhong Siyu's face twisted into a grotesque smile. Then, her gaze shifted from Zhou Fudui, maliciously falling upon the other three Spirit Police officers, and a bloody gleam flashed in her eyes.
The three Spirit Police officers, including Zhou Fudui, suddenly looked dazed, having fallen into an illusion.
"Letting you kill each other will be much more amusing, heh heh. " Zhong Siyu spoke with a sinister laugh, her blood-red eyes radiating a cruel light in that moment.
Yet, at this very moment, the space around Zhou Fudui's position rippled. Then, a rift opened in space, and black Spirit Power swept through. It not only whisked Zhou Fudui into the spatial rift, but also pulled the other three Spirit Police officers into it with the same wave of Spirit Power.
As the four were forcibly pulled into the spatial rift, the rift swiftly healed, and Yang Haoran's figure appeared precisely where it had closed.
The one who had suddenly intervened to send away Zhou Fudui and the other three was none other than Yang Haoran himself.
How vicious and powerful Zhong Siyu was, Yang Haoran knew far better than Zhou Fudui and his colleagues. If he didn't forcibly send the four away from this place, they would surely be tortured to death by Zhong Siyu, and in the end, even their souls would be devoured by her, leading to their Soul Transformation.
Yang Haoran had a very good impression of Zhou Fudui and these Spirit Police officers. Thus, he wouldn't stand by and watch the four die a tragic death.
Moreover, putting aside personal connections, as an Emissary of Death of the Underworld Office, he had both the obligation and responsibility to stop Evil Spirits from committing atrocities. Subduing Evil Spirits was his duty. If he were to stand idly by and watch an Evil Spirit wreak havoc without reacting, then he, as an Emissary of Death, would be far too remiss in his duties.
Although Yang Haoran had safely sent Zhou Fudui and the other three away, his actions had thoroughly enraged Zhong Siyu.
The smile on Zhong Siyu's face froze. She clearly hadn't anticipated Yang Haoran suddenly intervening to send Zhou Fudui and the others away. She then reacted, her brows knitting tightly, her expression turning ugly, and her blood-red eyes falling upon Yang Haoran.
"Uncle, are you provoking me? I didn't attack you because I found you agreeable. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Zhong Siyu's voice was frigid. Her blood-red eyes emanated killing intent.
Back when he had dealt with Deng Feng and Du Da in the Ghost Building, Yang Haoran had been wary that Zhong Siyu might attack him, but ultimately, she hadn't; she had chosen to leave instead.
Yang Haoran knew this was because Zhong Siyu had coincidentally succeeded in activating her Enchantment Art at the time, which caused this Evil Spirit, Zhong Siyu, to develop a certain fondness for him, thus she hadn't attacked him in the end and had chosen to depart.
Although she hadn't attacked him that time, Yang Haoran knew that Zhong Siyu had merely developed a certain fondness and trust for him; it didn't mean she would let him command her at will. If he ever truly angered Zhong Siyu, this Evil Spirit would one hundred percent attack him.
The current situation was the best proof. Gazing at the chilling killing intent emanating from Zhong Siyu's blood-red eyes, Yang Haoran knew that she had already harbored murderous intentions towards him.
If possible, Yang Haoran didn't want to fight Zhong Siyu. But if it came to a point where he had no choice, then he could only fight.
Of course, if it came to a real fight, he felt that his chances of defeating Zhong Siyu were slim, but he was still somewhat confident in his ability to escape.
Guarding himself secretly, Yang Haoran forced a wry smile onto his face.
"They are all my friends. If I don't intervene to send them away, they'll all die at your hands. Do you think I could stand by and watch you do that? If I truly let you kill them all, how could I face myself later?"
Yang Haoran's thoughts were simple at this moment: to use his words to persuade Zhong Siyu, to reduce the killing intent she currently harbored towards him. Thanks to the Enchantment Art, it wasn't impossible for him to achieve this.
No sooner had his words fallen, than a cold snort escaped Zhong Siyu's lips, and that unpleasant face once again displayed a sinister grin.
"Hmph, if family can't be relied upon, how can friends? Can friends truly be trusted? You're helping them now, but who knows, one day you might die by their hands."
Yang Haoran wasn't at all surprised by Zhong Siyu's extreme thoughts. If she were full of sunshine and always thought positively, that would truly be strange.
"How they will treat me in the future is their business. I can't control it, nor do I want to. I just want to do what I believe is right. After all, we are still friends for now."
Yang Haoran said with a smile. However, his words failed to affect Zhong Siyu in the slightest; the sinister grin remained on her face.
"By doing this, aren't you afraid I'll devour you in my rage? Don't you know what the Spirit Power within you means to me? If I just devour you, my strength will greatly increase again, and I might even break through to a new realm. Do you truly not realize how tempting you are to me?"
Zhong Siyu rattled off several questions in a row. With each question, the sinister grin on her face grew a little more intense.
Yang Haoran's smile didn't falter. He spoke, "If you wanted to devour me, you would have done so long ago. Why would you wait until now?"
Yang Haoran's words sounded incredibly confident. In reality, he had no idea if they were true. The main reason he spoke these words was to test Zhong Siyu.
"Heh heh, I didn't devour you back in the Ghost Building because I found you somewhat agreeable. Plus, you helped me with a big task, so I let you off the hook. But now, I find that I'm starting to dislike you."
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