Chapter 37: The Death God Seal
The Underworld Office, an organization that governs all spirits of the dead.
The Death God, the main deity of the Underworld Office, and its only divine being.
As a believer in the Death God, Yang Haoran didn't know much about the Underworld Office, but he was still aware of these two points.
Deng Feng told him that from now on, he would be a person of the Underworld Office. This was truly too shocking for Yang Haoran; from Deng Feng's words, it sounded as if he would be an Underworld Official in the future.
Thinking of this, Yang Haoran was incredibly excited. This intense excitement was impossible for him to conceal; it completely surfaced on his face.
Deng Feng naturally saw the excitement on his face. He smiled coldly, then stood up and pointed a finger at Yang Haoran's forehead.
When this sudden situation occurred, Yang Haoran instinctively wanted to dodge, but he was stopped by Deng Feng's sharp reprimand.
“Don't move,”
The sound exploded like thunder in Yang Haoran's mind. His eyes went black, and he felt as if he was about to faint, but he still stopped his body according to Deng Feng's instructions, not daring to move an inch.
The answer was naturally no, so he very simply didn't move his body, adopting a posture of “at your disposal. ”
Deng Feng's hand remained on Yang Haoran's forehead. He only felt a cold, chilling energy burst forth from Deng Feng's finger, pierce into his forehead, and then spread throughout his entire body, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
This cold, chilling energy appeared quickly and disappeared just as quickly. By the time Yang Haoran wanted to carefully feel it, it had already vanished.
At the same time, Deng Feng also withdrew the finger he had placed on his forehead.
“Alright, take him away. Teach him the rules. ”
Deng Feng clasped his hands behind his back and said indifferently. In his voice, there seemed to be a hint of fatigue; it was clear that the finger he had just pointed at Yang Haoran was not as easy as it seemed.
Jiang Dashi naturally knew that Deng Feng's words were directed at him. He quickly nodded in affirmation, then pulled the still dazed Yang Haoran, ready to leave.
However, just at this moment, Deng Feng suddenly spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of coldness.
“In the future, in front of me, don't try any petty tricks. I don't particularly like it. ”
Saying this, Deng Feng pointed at Jiang Dashi and said, “I don't want there to be a next time. Rules are rules. ”
Without waiting for Jiang Dashi to speak, Deng Feng then pointed at Yang Haoran and continued, “These words are also for you. You can see this as my warning to you. ”
Jiang Dashi's body trembled slightly, and Yang Haoran also sensed something else. Their expressions subtly changed. Neither dared to say anything more; they respectfully responded, then bowed and retreated.
Once they were far from the villa, Yang Haoran finally exhaled heavily. Sweat had already thoroughly soaked his close-fitting autumn clothes.
In that very instant, he had felt a very dangerous sensation from Deng Feng. That feeling seemed to be killing intent.
Previously, Yang Haoran would not have been able to feel this sensation from others, even if the other party actually took a knife to stab him, he would absolutely not have felt this so-called killing intent. But now, he could clearly perceive it.
He knew that Deng Feng's finger-point had caused many changes in his body; changes in perception were just one of them. As for other changes, he would still need to consult Jiang Dashi, the experienced one.
At this moment, Jiang Dashi's face was somewhat pale. Although they were already far from the villa, he still didn't seem to have fully recovered. Deng Feng's warning to him clearly put considerable psychological pressure on him.
After thinking for a moment, Yang Haoran didn't voice his words of gratitude. Saying them at this moment, how could he know if Deng Feng would hear them?
Yang Haoran followed closely behind Jiang Dashi. The two of them exited the community gate, then, one after another, got into the two dilapidated black cars.
Sitting in the car, Jiang Dashi finally felt a burden lifted and heavily exhaled a deep breath, his pale face regaining some color.
“Jiang Dashi, thank you. ” Yang Haoran looked at Jiang Dashi beside him and sincerely expressed his gratitude.
Yang Haoran's thanks wasn't just for Jiang Dashi's hard acceleration this morning, but also for his introduction. If not for Jiang Dashi's help, it would naturally have been impossible for Yang Haoran to achieve his goal.
Facing Yang Haoran's gratitude, Jiang Dashi waved his hand and said with a wry smile, “I thought my little trick would deceive the heavens, but I didn't expect to still be discovered by the Emissary of Death. I hope this matter doesn't affect your future development. ”
“Even if it affects my future development, I will absolutely not blame you, Dashi, because I only have gratitude for you. It's better if you aren't affected in any way; that would make me feel very guilty. ” Yang Haoran spoke with a smile on his face.
Jiang Dashi chuckled lightly and didn't dwell on this issue. He changed the subject and said, “Let's go, first back to the temple. I need to teach you how to correctly use the abilities within your body, and also teach you many rules. If this matter isn't handled well, I truly might be punished by the Emissary of Death. ”
They had agreed to go repair the car, but after this matter was revealed by Deng Feng, Jiang Dashi naturally wouldn't go repair the car anymore. If he really did that, what difference would it make from burying one's ears to steal a bell? It would most likely have the opposite effect, and once Deng Feng knew about it, he might even get angry.
Back at the Death God Temple, the two first paid respects to the Death God. Although the optimal time for worshiping the Death God had passed, having worshipped was better than not worshipping at all. Didn't other believers who came to the Death God Temple to worship the Death God also come at all sorts of times?
After giving some simple instructions to the other temple keepers, Jiang Dashi led Yang Haoran back to his simple small wooden hut.
After brewing some low-quality tea, Jiang Dashi, as usual, sat down opposite Yang Haoran.
At this moment, Yang Haoran felt nervous and expectant, but he remained calm, not saying anything, only looking at Jiang Dashi opposite him with his characteristic smile.
Jiang Dashi didn't waste words either; he directly took out a mirror and placed it in front of Yang Haoran. Looking at the mirror on the table in front of him, Yang Haoran's eyes showed a curious expression.
Although Yang Haoran's convenience store didn't have a television, he did have a mobile phone, and usually, when he occasionally had time, he would watch TV or read novels on it. Now, seeing Jiang Dashi silently take out a mirror and place it in front of him, he instinctively thought, “Is this mirror some kind of treasure? Is he going to give it to me? ” Movies and novels always described things this way.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little excited in his heart. His mind couldn't help but conjure a scene of him wielding the mirror and slaughtering everything in his path. That feeling was thick with the flavor of the Jianghu.
What made him very puzzled was that this mirror looked very ordinary. It didn't radiate any precious light, nor was it rusty like those described in novels. It was very ordinary, so ordinary that its price tag hadn't even been torn off. No matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem like any kind of treasure.
Unable to suppress his curiosity any longer, Yang Haoran was just about to ask, but Jiang Dashi spoke first, before him.
“First, use the mirror to look at your forehead. ”
“My forehead? What about my forehead? ” Yang Haoran's face was full of doubt. Then he picked up the mirror from the table and aimed it at his face.
A familiar yet extremely ordinary face appeared in the mirror. Just like normal, there was nothing different. He even specifically looked at his forehead; similarly, there was nothing unusual.
Without waiting for Yang Haoran to ask, Jiang Dashi pointed a finger at the center of his forehead, between his eyebrows. That position was exactly where Deng Feng had previously touched with his finger.
“Look again carefully,” Jiang Dashi said.
Following Jiang Dashi's instructions, Yang Haoran looked at himself in the mirror again. Upon this look, he frowned, and his expression immediately changed.
At the center of his eyebrows, there was a dark, shadowy mass, the size of a pinky finger. It looked like a black mole, but also not quite.
Yang Haoran swore he had never had such a thing at the center of his eyebrows, not even in his dreams. Now that this thing had suddenly appeared, he immediately thought of Deng Feng's finger-point on his brow.
Carrying the surprise and apprehension in his heart, Yang Haoran brought the mirror in his hand closer. Only after a careful look did he realize that the dark, shadowy mass at the center of his eyebrows was indeed not a mole, but a pattern formed by intertwining black lines. He recognized this pattern: three eyes, three hands, three feet—it was precisely the Death God's effigy.
“This is. . . ? ” Yang Haoran's eyes widened as he looked at Jiang Dashi.
“This is the Death God Seal, a seal that can grant you special powers. It is the Death God Seal bestowed upon you by the Emissary of Death. Only by possessing this seal can you truly be considered a person of the Underworld Office. We usually distinguish our own people by checking if the Death God Seal exists at the center of their eyebrows. Next, I will teach you how to activate the power of the Death God Seal. ”
As his words fell, Jiang Dashi then imparted the method of how to use the Death God Seal to Yang Haoran.
Although Yang Haoran still had many doubts in his heart, now was not the time to ask about them. He cast aside all distracting thoughts in his mind and completely followed Jiang Dashi's instructions.
Actually, Yang Haoran's learning ability was quite good, but even so, activating the Death God Seal at the center of his eyebrows still took him a full hour.
This was with someone personally guiding him. If it weren't for this, even if Yang Haoran had the method to activate the Death God Seal, successfully activating it would not be simple, and it's truly hard to say how much time it would consume.
“To possess power, on the premise of having the Death God Seal, one must also understand the method to activate the Death God Seal. If you don't know the corresponding activation method, you won't be able to successfully activate the Death God Seal. Even if you possess the Death God Seal, it will just be a decoration. If you try to forcibly activate it without knowing the method, then the Death God Seal will explode, with power greater than a hand grenade. At that time, not only will you fail to gain special powers, but you will also lose your own life. ” Jiang Dashi, seeing Yang Haoran successfully activate the Death God Seal, then explained to him.
Yang Haoran nodded with a grateful expression, and Jiang Dashi paused, then continued to speak, “Now, use the mirror to look at the Death God Seal on your brow again. See what's different. ”
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