Chapter 384: Good Times Funeral Supplies Store
Xiujuan didn't know what Yang Haoran was planning, but out of her absolute trust in him, she didn't ask further. Her Soul Body transformed into a wisp of Yin Qi and directly merged into the Skin. As Xiujuan entered the Skin, the shriveled Skin swelled up as if inflated, and under Kang's disbelieving gaze, it slowly transformed into a person—an unfamiliar woman. This Skin hadn't been custom-made, so its appearance and figure naturally weren't Xiujuan's original likeness.
"Mom? Mom? " Kang called out, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
"Kang, it's Mama. " Xiujuan first responded to Kang, then examined her current body, moving her limbs. When she realized she could indeed control it freely, a look of delight bloomed on her face.
"How does it feel? " Yang Haoran asked with a smile.
"It feels wonderful, just like my own body used to," Xiujuan said, her face beaming with joy.
"Try holding Kang," Yang Haoran suggested, still smiling.
Xiujuan froze for a moment, then her expression turned emotional. Ever since her death, what she had longed for most was to hold Kang more often. But due to the peculiar nature of a Soul Body, she had been unable to pick up Kang, and Kang could not touch her. With an excited expression, Xiujuan's body descended from the air, then she squatted down and slowly extended her hands towards Kang.
"Come, Kang, let Mama give you a hug."
Kang didn't hesitate for a second, directly pouncing into Xiujuan's embrace. This time, his body didn't pass through hers but settled firmly within her arms. Excited laughter burst from Kang's mouth, and Xiujuan held him tightly, two streams of joyful tears flowing down her cheeks.
"With this Skin, anything a Soul Body couldn't do before will no longer be an issue. Moreover, after wearing this Skin, you look no different from an ordinary person, and ordinary people won't be able to tell there's anything unusual about you."
Yang Haoran's words brought Xiujuan back to her senses. She quickly thanked Yang Haoran profusely, and Kang, mimicking Xiujuan, also offered his thanks to Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran waved a hand, saying, "There's nothing to thank me for, it's just a small matter. You two go get accustomed to this Skin. I'm going to find Old Master Wu to discuss something."
"Grandpa Wu and Sister Bai Xue seem to have gone on some mission," Kang quickly interjected upon hearing Yang Haoran wanted to find Old Master Wu.
Yang Haoran's brows slightly lifted. He asked, "They went on a mission together? What kind of mission requires both of them to cooperate?"
"I'm not too sure. Grandpa Wu said it was some mission jointly carried out by the Spirit Police and our Underworld Office," Kang continued.
Missions jointly undertaken by the Spirit Police and the Underworld Office were usually far from simple. He had thought Old Master Wu would be handling some affairs at the Death God Temple, and Bai Xue would likely be at the Spirit Police headquarters, but he hadn't expected them to be out on a joint mission together.
Yang Haoran nodded to Xiujuan and Kang, then said, "I'll make a call to check on the situation. You two go about your business."
Having said that, Yang Haoran returned to his study and pulled out his phone to call Old Master Wu. The call went unanswered. Yang Haoran's brows furrowed; he had never encountered such a situation before. Old Master Wu always answered his calls quite promptly.
"Could something have happened? " A conjecture arose in Yang Haoran's mind. Thinking of this, he dialed Old Master Wu's number again.
This time, the phone rang a few times before being answered. However, what Yang Haoran heard after the call connected were several shrill screams. They weren't Old Master Wu's screams, but those of others, and Old Master Wu himself didn't speak.
Yang Haoran's expression subtly changed. He knew something major had occurred, and the situation might be even worse than he imagined.
"Bo. . . boss. . . " Old Master Wu's weak voice sounded through the phone.
In this critical situation, Yang Haoran wasted no words, directly asking for Old Master Wu's current location.
"Good Times. . . Good Times Funeral Supplies Store. " Old Master Wu only managed to provide the name of a funeral supplies shop before the call was abruptly disconnected.
Normally, if he heard of a funeral supplies store with such a name, Yang Haoran would certainly be smiling. Yet, at this moment, he couldn't crack a single smile. From the weakness in Old Master Wu's voice, it was clear he had suffered severe injuries. If Yang Haoran didn't rush there immediately, he feared Old Master Wu might perish.
He had never heard of the Good Times Funeral Supplies Store, so he naturally didn't know its location. Thus, he dialed his phone again, but this time, it wasn't for Old Master Wu, but for Luo Dui. Since it was a joint mission between the Underworld Office and the Spirit Police, Luo Dui surely knew the details of the mission, and in his estimation, Luo Dui should know where this Good Times Funeral Supplies Store was.
However, after the call connected, the situation was the same as with Old Master Wu—it went unanswered. From this, Yang Haoran guessed that Luo Dui was definitely on site, but for some reason, Luo Dui was currently unable to answer his call.
Yang Haoran only dialed once and didn't try a second time, for he had no more time to waste. With no other option, he had to search for the address of the Good Times Funeral Supplies Store online. He wasn't sure if he could find the address of a funeral supplies store he'd never even heard of, but in his current predicament, he had no better alternative and could only try.
To his dismay, he couldn't find the Good Times Funeral Supplies Store online, which made his brows furrow even tighter. But just then, Yang Haoran's phone suddenly rang. Seeing that the incoming call was from Luo Dui, he quickly answered.
Before he could even speak, Luo Dui's low voice came through from the other end of the line.
"East City. . ."
Upon hearing the two words "East City," Yang Haoran promptly hung up the phone. At the same time, a rift appeared in the space before him, and without any hesitation, he stepped directly into the spatial tear.
Indeed, there was a Good Times Funeral Supplies Store in the eastern part of Lecheng, but it wasn't within the city itself. Instead, it was located on the side of a road just outside the city. Because the shop wasn't very large, it had no significant reputation in Lecheng. If not for its rather provocative name, even fewer people would probably have noticed it.
At this moment, the road where the Good Times Funeral Supplies Store was located had been sealed off by the police, prohibiting the passage of any person or vehicle. Curious onlookers wondered what exactly was happening. Why would the police suddenly cordon off the road for no apparent reason?
Some, believing they had good connections in Lecheng, inquired with friends about the situation, but none of them managed to find out anything conclusive. Let alone the ordinary onlookers, even the police officers on duty didn't know why the road had been suddenly sealed off; they were simply acting on orders from above, ignorant of all other details.
The road closure was merely one of the official measures. In addition to that, a significant Restriction Barrier had been set up around the Good Times Funeral Supplies Store. At this very moment, at the edge of the Restriction Barrier, a crack suddenly appeared in space, and a figure emerged outside the barrier. This person was none other than Yang Haoran, who had rushed over from the villa.
Since he couldn't teleport directly inside the barrier, he had to materialize outside it. The reason he knew exactly where to appear was, naturally, because he sensed the power fluctuations emanating from the barrier. The barrier itself was invisible to the naked eye; what one saw was the usual scenery—the road was still a road, and the Good Times Funeral Supplies Store was still the Good Times Funeral Supplies Store. Everything looked as normal, seemingly unchanged, but upon closer inspection, one would notice that the area was eerily quiet, quiet to a strange degree. This wasn't ordinary quiet; it was a static quiet. Yang Haoran knew that this situation was entirely due to the influence of the Restriction Barrier. The scene viewed from outside the barrier was static, as if nothing was happening, but if one entered the barrier, the situation would naturally be different. Upon materializing, he wasted no time, directly tearing open a gap in the barrier and rushing inside.
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