Chapter 279: Corpse Control Demon Art
Demon Qi is different from Yin Qi. Yin Qi appears black, while Demon Qi is green.
Yang Haoran was an Underworld Official, so his Sense Yin was very strong. His sensitivity to Demon Qi, however, was quite average. Still, this didn't mean he couldn't perceive the presence of Demon Qi at all. Within a certain range, he could sense its existence, but this range was not as vast as his Sense Yin.
With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Yang Haoran followed the Demon Qi he sensed, stepping by step. His pace was slow, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll. However, this casual demeanor was merely a facade; in truth, his heart was filled with vigilance, ready to react instantly should any sudden situation arise.
Before a single cigarette had even burned down, Yang Haoran stopped. Within his line of sight, a dilapidated wooden hut had appeared.
This dilapidated wooden hut reminded him of the small wooden hut from the video. Although the rickety shack had only appeared for a fleeting moment in the footage, it had nevertheless etched itself into his memory.
He was certain this was the very same small wooden hut that had appeared once in the video.
Activating his Ghost Eye, the dilapidated hut itself remained unchanged in his vision. However, through his Ghost Eye, Yang Haoran saw a thick layer of Demon Qi enveloping the entire structure.
Yang Haoran had encountered demonic texts and spells, and even possessed a Demon Pill, but he had never had any direct contact with a living demon.
Fortunately, he had read quite a few books, among which were records of demons, giving him a certain understanding of them.
The Demon Pill was the source of a demon's power; possessing one granted them corresponding strength. Furthermore, demons possessed transformation arts. They could not only shift into human forms but also into other animals and plants. This unique ability was understood by very few outside of demons themselves; even those who knew a smattering of transformation techniques only grasped the superficial aspects and could not compare to true demons.
After only a brief pause, Yang Haoran resumed his steps. Now, not only could his Ghost Eye perceive the Demon Qi cloaking the hut, but he could also sense the life signs within the dilapidated dwelling.
He had only taken a few steps when a whooshing sound came from behind him. Yang Haoran seemed to have sensed it in advance, for his expression remained unchanged, and with a flash of his body, he dodged the attack.
BOOM!
Debris and soil scattered as a crater was blasted into the spot where Yang Haoran had just been standing.
Though the crater was not large, it still required a certain amount of force to create. If that blow had landed on an ordinary person, it would undoubtedly have instantly claimed their life.
Yang Haoran wore a smile. Now, an additional person had appeared in his line of sight. This person was none other than the Old Farmer he had seen in the video.
At this moment, the Old Farmer's eyes glowed with an eerie green light. His expression was grim, and his gaze towards Yang Haoran was full of apprehension. His cautious demeanor stood in stark contrast to Yang Haoran's smiling face.
Yang Haoran fixed his gaze on the Old Farmer, then spoke with a laugh, "I thought you were a living person. Who knew you'd turn out to be a Corpse controlled by a Demon Art."
The Old Farmer did not speak. His response to Yang Haoran was simple: he directly attacked Yang Haoran once more.
Green Demon Power erupted from his body. In the air, the Demon Power manifested into the form of a giant python. This python was as thick as a water bucket, and as it roared, baring two venomous fangs, it lunged towards Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran's smile did not falter. The Old Farmer's attack appeared to have some momentum, but in Yang Haoran's eyes, it truly amounted to nothing.
Watching the giant python lunge towards him, Yang Haoran no longer chose to dodge as he had before. He stood perfectly still, without moving an inch. His only action was to take a drag from his cigarette and flick the ash.
The giant python was almost upon him when an arm-thick chain, wreathed in black smoke, appeared from behind Yang Haoran, crashing into the python with immense force.
The chain was incredibly fast. The giant python was shattered by its impact, dissolving into specks of green light. The chain, its momentum and speed undiminished, continued directly towards the Old Farmer behind it.
The Old Farmer's face drastically changed. Before attacking, he had already sensed the terrifying aura emanating from Yang Haoran. He knew Yang Haoran was strong and dangerous, which was why his expression had become so solemn and his gaze so wary.
He greatly feared Yang Haoran, but he still had to do what was necessary. Thus, without a single wasted word, he launched his strongest attack.
Yet, he still underestimated Yang Haoran's true strength. Yang Haoran's terrifying power far exceeded his imagination. Even though he unleashed his strongest attack, such a level of offense was utterly powerless before Yang Haoran, easily shattered by him.
Watching the rapidly approaching chain, the Old Farmer tried to dodge, but the chain's speed was simply too immense. The thought had barely formed in his mind, and he hadn't even had time to move, before his body was directly pierced by the chain.
The moment the chain pierced his body, the Old Farmer's face underwent a drastic change. He showed no expression of pain, but rather, one of pure terror.
The reason he showed no pain was because the Old Farmer had been dead for a long time; the current Old Farmer was merely a Corpse controlled by a Demon Art.
And the reason he revealed such terror was, naturally, because whatever was controlling the Old Farmer feared that Yang Haoran would destroy it. Thus, it was extremely frightened, instinctively revealing its terror.
The Old Farmer, his face still contorted in fear, opened his mouth. A snake's head, flicking its forked tongue, crawled out. Subsequently, this venomous snake shot out from the Old Farmer's mouth, disappearing into the tall grass.
Yang Haoran had intended to keep the venomous snake, but he didn't. This was because he didn't sense any Demon Qi on its body, meaning this venomous snake had not become a demon. It was also merely a part of the Demon Art's control.
Because both it and the Old Farmer's Corpse had been subjected to the Demon Art, it had gained some power and the ability to control the Old Farmer's Corpse.
But now, as the Demon Art on the Old Farmer's body was broken by Yang Haoran, the venomous snake reverted to its original form; it became no different from an ordinary venomous snake.
It was merely a pawn subjected to a Demon Art, so Yang Haoran did not pursue it to the death, allowing it to escape.
Had Yang Haoran not deliberately allowed it to escape, how could it possibly have survived Yang Haoran's hands with its meager strength?
With the venomous snake's departure, the Old Farmer's body lost the support of the Demon Art and immediately began to rot at a visible speed. In just a few breaths, the Corpse had been reduced to a skeleton, and beneath this skeleton was a pile of foul-smelling, viscous liquid.
The chain shattered into Yin Qi, yet it did not dissipate. Instead, it coiled around the skeleton and carried it into the small pit. A gust of Yin wind swept through, covering the pit with scattered rocks, soil, and weeds.
Yang Haoran took a drag from his cigarette and continued walking towards the dilapidated wooden hut.
A moment later, he stopped at the hut's entrance, his gaze fixed on the tightly shut wooden door before him.
"An Underworld Official has arrived, truly making my humble, dilapidated hut shine with glory! I merely wonder, esteemed Underworld Official, what brings you here today?"
A charming, alluring voice drifted out from inside the hut. As the voice spoke, the tightly shut door slowly creaked open.
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