Chapter 44: The Black-haired Woman
If one were to ask where the Yin Qi was heaviest in a hospital, it would, of course, be the hospital's morgue, also known as the mortuary.
After Yang Haoran became a Night Watcher, he gained the true ability to Sense Yin. Although this ability was still relatively weak within him, while inside the hospital, he could perceive where the Yin Qi was dense and where it was sparse.
Following the intense Yin Qi he sensed, Yang Haoran continued walking. When he finally stopped, he had indeed arrived at the hospital's morgue.
The strong Yin Qi was emanating from this very place.
"The morgue within this hospital must contain quite a few wanglings. If I can find a way to get inside, I'm sure there will be unexpected gains."
Standing outside the morgue, Yang Haoran couldn't help but think this. Now that he was a Night Watcher, his primary duties were to guide wanglings and subdue Evil Spirits.
As for subduing Evil Spirits, Yang Haoran felt his current strength was probably insufficient. But guiding wanglings, he believed he certainly had the ability for that.
Deceased people couldn't find the path to reincarnation; they only knew they were dead, no longer living beings. Some didn't even realize they had died.
Perhaps in life, they had heard talk of reincarnation, but how to achieve it was something they could never know. In such cases, Underworld Officials were needed to guide them.
Ordinary wanglings possessed little offensive power; they only frightened people in dreams. Of course, it wasn't impossible for someone to be scared to death directly in a dream, but as long as one was brave enough, wanglings couldn't truly harm the living.
As for courage, Yang Haoran had some, but not enough. The experience in the Ghost Building had emboldened him considerably, but to say he felt no fear at all when facing ghostly entities was absolutely impossible.
For the vast majority of living people, the fear of ghosts was deeply ingrained, and Yang Haoran was no exception. Even though he now possessed abilities ordinary people didn't, this fear persisted and couldn't be completely banished in a short time. Only with time, and after seeing more, would he become accustomed to it. Only then could he truly overcome the fear that ghosts instilled in him.
Precisely because of this, Yang Haoran was now a little hesitant. Through his senses, he could confirm the presence of wanglings in the mortuary before him, and likely more than one. But for him to collect these wanglings, it would require immense courage.
Just as Yang Haoran was hesitating, a voice suddenly rang out, startling him.
"There's nothing to see here. If you don't want to invite bad luck, leave quickly."
The voice was pleasant to the ear, yet it carried an air of condescension, and its words held a strong warning.
In the dead of night, with such a voice suddenly ringing in his ears, Yang Haoran didn't register how pleasant it was, nor did he grasp the warning within its words. He was merely startled.
Yang Haoran turned around with a look of apprehension. Under the moonlight, a striking figure appeared in his line of sight.
It was a tall woman, at least 1.7 meters in height, wearing a down jacket on her upper body and jeans on her lower, her hands tucked into her pockets, gazing at him with an expression of disdain.
After activating the Death God Seal, Yang Haoran's eyesight had been enhanced to a certain extent. Using the moonlight, he could not only discern the woman's attire but also clearly see the disdainful expression on her face.
The woman had delicate features and long, straight black hair, with bangs covering her entire forehead. Her down jacket was unzipped, revealing her excellent figure: a full bust, a slender waist, and a pair of long, straight legs, making her incredibly alluring.
However, while the woman was indeed beautiful and appeared to possess great temperament, the disdainful expression on her face made Yang Haoran feel quite uncomfortable. Her arrogant demeanor truly made it difficult for him to develop any favorable impression.
Although he harbored no good feelings towards this woman, Yang Haoran, as always, did not let his inner emotions show on his face. Instead, he flashed his trademark smile.
"Nothing to do, so I wandered over here," Yang Haoran replied with a smile.
"Heh heh, you're quite an oddity. This is a mortuary. Are you sneaking in here in the dead of night to steal a corpse, or are you trying to reserve a spot for yourself in advance? " the Black-haired Woman said with a cold sneer, addressing Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran could hardly miss the sarcasm in her words. Yet, he showed no anger on his face, merely narrowing his eyes, his smile unwavering.
"That's right, I'm checking for vacancies. And you, beautiful lady, coming here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, have you perhaps already booked a spot in advance? " Yang Haoran asked with a chuckle.
The moment he spoke, the woman's expression froze, then immediately contorted into one of fury.
"Watch your mouth! I'm a Night Watcher, *the* Night Watcher of this place! Tell me, shouldn't I be here? " the Black-haired Woman snapped.
Hearing that she was a Night Watcher, Yang Haoran was visibly taken aback for a moment. But upon realizing she was *just* the Night Watcher of this mortuary, the smile on his face deepened.
The Black-haired Woman already felt a surge of anger, and seeing Yang Haoran's face full of smiles only fueled her fury further.
"Your smile makes me sick," the Black-haired Woman said, her face cold and her voice even colder.
Yang Haoran, however, was not intimidated by her expression. Though he still harbored a certain fear of ghostly entities, when it came to people, he truly had nothing to be afraid of.
Just as he was about to engage the woman again, his phone suddenly rang.
"I'm as free as the wind~"
The familiar melody, the familiar odd intonation, added a mischievous hint of humor to this ghostly place.
The Black-haired Woman's mood, however, did not improve because of the amusing ringtone. Her face remained cold, her gaze filled with revulsion for Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran ignored her. Seeing that the caller ID was Guan Hai's number, he paid no mind to the Black-haired Woman's icy gaze and answered the call directly.
"Brother Yang, hurry! Brother Guan Hai is awake! " Xiao Mo's voice rang out from the phone.
Hearing this, Yang Haoran's expression brightened, and he quickly replied, "Good, I'll be right there."
Hanging up the phone, Yang Haoran disregarded the Black-haired Woman, then simply ascertained his direction and left. His attitude left the Black-haired Woman gnashing her teeth in fury.
"Hmph, with so much Yin Qi on you, just wait until you run into a ghost! " the Black-haired Woman said, directing her words at Yang Haoran's retreating back. Her voice was cold and low, and in the silent night, every word naturally reached Yang Haoran's ears.
Yang Haoran's steps faltered. He stopped, turned to face the Black-haired Woman, and with a face full of smiles, he said, "You have a lot of Yin Qi on you too. You should also be careful not to run into a ghost."
Dropping that remark, Yang Haoran turned and walked towards the building where Guan Hai's hospital room was located. Since this Black-haired Woman was the Night Watcher of the mortuary, it was naturally unrealistic for him to sneak in tonight to collect wanglings. Moreover, since Guan Hai had woken up, he simply left without hesitation, planning to explore the mortuary another time when the opportunity arose.
However, his words to the Black-haired Woman just now were not meant to deliberately scare her; he truly had sensed a dense concentration of Yin Qi on her.
As for why she carried such heavy Yin Qi, in his opinion, it was certainly due to her job guarding the mortuary. Dealing with deceased people and corpses every day, it would be strange if her Yin Qi wasn't dense.
Although he intensely disliked this woman, he couldn't help but admire her courage. For a woman, to dare to do this kind of work. . . if it were him, before becoming a Night Watcher, even if you beat him to death, he wouldn't have taken this job.
As for now, though he still felt some fear, given a little time, it wouldn't be difficult for him to adapt.
Admiration aside, Yang Haoran had no intention of helping her. He disliked this woman greatly. Since he disliked her, why would he help her? He secretly wished she'd actually run into a ghost and get a good scare, that would surely cure her temper.
Watching Yang Haoran gradually disappear into the moonlight, the Black-haired Woman's face remained cold. She took a deep breath, hands still in her pockets, looking as if she longed to chase after Yang Haoran and slap him several times.
"With such heavy Yin Qi on him, it's definitely not just from this place. You annoying fellow, just wait until ghosts cling to you every day! I look forward to the day I see your corpse in this very mortuary!"
After coldly muttering this, the woman actually walked directly towards the mortuary. Aside from the coldness, not a trace of fear could be seen on her face.
Both Yang Haoran and the Black-haired Woman had sensed strong Yin Qi on each other. However, a crucial detail was overlooked by both: why the other person was able to detect the Yin Qi present on them.
In their view, the other person hadn't actually sensed the Yin Qi on them; their claim of heavy Yin Qi was merely a fabricated lie intended to scare them, which just happened to coincidentally hit the mark.
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