Chapter 566: Ghosts Run Rampant
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Yang Haoran truly hadn't expected Ye Zhiqiu to suddenly blurt out such a sentence.
He had originally thought Ye Zhiqiu would scoff at his words; given Ye Zhiqiu's personality, such a reaction wouldn't have been surprising at all.
Yet, he was mistaken. After shaking his head, Ye Zhiqiu directly bypassed the topic they were discussing, instead unexpectedly interjecting with that particular remark.
Ye Zhiqiu's actions surprised Yang Haoran, but what surprised him even more was the information revealed in Ye Zhiqiu's words.
"Something happened to the Cloud River City Underworld Office. What happened? " Yang Haoran asked, his interest piqued.
Ye Zhiqiu took a sip of wine before speaking. "In the past few days, Cloud River City has descended into chaos. Ghosts run rampant, and many people have lost their lives because of them. Furthermore, some Spirit Mediums have also appeared, launching surprise attacks on your Underworld Office's Night Watchers and assailing your Underworld Office's Death God Temples."
"That serious? Can't the Cloud River City Undertaker stop them? " Yang Haoran asked, surprised, unable to hold back.
"The Undertaker. . . disappeared? " Yang Haoran slowly wiped the smile from his face, his tone tinged with doubt.
"That's the rumor, whether it's true or not, I can't say. However, it's a fact that Cloud River City is in utter chaos right now, and it's also a fact that ghosts are running rampant there. If I weren't so gravely injured, I could even bring you back some spoils from Cloud River City," Ye Zhiqiu stated.
Yang Haoran offered no reply. His brows furrowed slightly, and a contemplative expression settled on his face, as if he were deep in thought.
Ye Zhiqiu took in Yang Haoran's reaction and continued, "If you head to Cloud River City now, you'll definitely reap considerable benefits. The Cloud River City Underworld Office can barely protect itself at this point. If you go there to subdue ghosts, the surviving members of the Cloud River City Underworld Office won't just avoid thinking you're overstepping your bounds; they'll be eternally grateful to you."
Yang Haoran nodded, a smile returning to his face. His reaction seemed to indicate agreement with Ye Zhiqiu's assessment.
"Go on then. If you're late, you won't get anything out of it. I won't go with you; I need to rest," Ye Zhiqiu said, then tilted his head back, pouring more wine into his mouth.
However, this time, only a trickle came out before the wine pot was empty. His expression froze for a moment, then he swallowed the wine in his mouth and looked at Yang Haoran with a hint of speechlessness.
The pot of wine Yang Haoran had brought him had been entirely emptied into his stomach in just a short while. What was once a full pot was now completely bare.
Seeing Ye Zhiqiu's speechless expression, Yang Haoran chuckled, "Don't look at me like that. I filled your wine pot to the brim, but your pot is only so big; you can't blame me. Besides, ever since I gave you the pot, you've barely stopped drinking. No amount of wine would be enough for you."
Although he said this, Yang Haoran had already prepared. After his words fell, he snapped his fingers, and a jar of wine appeared on the bedside table beside Ye Zhiqiu's hospital bed.
"Take as much as you want," Yang Haoran said with a laugh. "When Old Master Wu asks about it later, you can explain it to him yourself. This jar of wine, he apparently aged it for many years in his cellar."
"No wonder this wine smells so fragrant. " Only with these words did Ye Zhiqiu realize the true import of Yang Haoran's statement. His expression shifted, and he asked in a low voice, "You brought the wine, why should I be the one to explain?"
"I brought it, but I didn't drink it, did I? You're the one who drank it, so why shouldn't you explain? " Yang Haoran asked with a smile.
"If you hadn't brought it, I wouldn't have drunk it," Ye Zhiqiu retorted.
"And if I bring it, you *must* drink it? " Yang Haoran countered.
A speechless expression once again appeared on Ye Zhiqiu's face, while Yang Haoran, still smiling, left the hospital room.
Watching Yang Haoran's retreating back until he completely vanished from sight, Ye Zhiqiu finally turned his gaze to the jar of wine on the bedside table, his expression showing a hint of hesitation.
This wine was Old Master Wu's prized collection. Knowing Old Master Wu, even if he drank the entire jar, Old Master Wu definitely wouldn't hold it against him.
However, if he did that, wouldn't he owe the old man another favor?
It was precisely this consideration that made him, a man who loved wine more than life itself, hesitate at this moment.
"That Yang Haoran fellow, it seems he wants me to owe everyone here a favor. When the time comes, these favors will become my shackles. What a clever move! " Ye Zhiqiu thought to himself, yet his gaze simply couldn't tear away from the wine jar beside him.
As he stared, he couldn't help but open the jar. A rich aroma of wine wafted out from within. Smelling this fragrance, Ye Zhiqiu shivered, the hesitation vanishing from his face, replaced by an expression of pure bliss.
"This is the taste! This is what I was just drinking! " Ye Zhiqiu's tone was filled with certainty.
As his words fell, he seemed to forget that this jar of wine wasn't his, and he seemed to forget that drinking it would likely leave him owing Old Master Wu a favor. With a look of pure enjoyment, he couldn't help but lightly tap the wine jar. A stream of fine wine drew out from the jar and flowed into his wine pot.
In just a moment, the wine pot was filled with the exquisite liquor. Ye Zhiqiu's finger gently traced a circle in the air, and the tail end of the wine drawn from the jar condensed into a small glob, which he swallowed in one gulp.
After Yang Haoran left Ye Zhiqiu's hospital room, he emerged outside the villa above. A contemplative expression on his face, he appeared to be looking at the medicinal gardens Feng Xiao had cultivated, but his mind was actually occupied with other matters.
At that moment, what he was pondering was the situation in Cloud River City.
Whether Ye Zhiqiu was deceiving him, he had no doubts about that, because he felt there was no reason for Ye Zhiqiu to lie about this matter. Moreover, given Ye Zhiqiu's personality, he rarely told lies.
In other words, Cloud River City was, in all likelihood, truly in chaos as Ye Zhiqiu had described, and the root of all this was the disappearance of the Cloud River City Underworld Office's Undertaker.
Ordinarily, if an Undertaker went out to handle some matter or intentionally kept a low profile, no one would assume they had disappeared. Given that such rumors were circulating, there were two possibilities.
The first possibility was that they hadn't shown their face for too long, and even when major incidents concerning the Underworld Office occurred, they remained unseen. In such a case, it was highly likely people would believe they had disappeared.
The second possibility was that someone had deliberately spread the news, and the individual in question was either unable to extricate themselves due to other matters, or was completely unaware of the rumor and failed to step forward to refute it in time, thus leading everyone to believe they had truly vanished.
Which of these possibilities it was, Yang Haoran couldn't determine at present.
However, if Cloud River City truly was plagued by rampant ghosts, then his journey there would undoubtedly yield considerable gains, and no one would blame him for overstepping his bounds; that much was certain.
However, he didn't rush over in a frantic hurry. Given his personality, he typically wouldn't act blindly. Before taking action, he would certainly deliberate thoroughly, only choosing to proceed once all aspects had been considered.
For him, only by doing so could he secure greater profits and ensure a safer operation.
If an operation was fraught with danger, and the rewards weren't commensurate with the risks, he wouldn't foolishly dive in. He would rationally choose to abandon it and stay out of it.
According to Ye Zhiqiu, the chaos in Cloud River City had only just begun recently. His own ghostly subordinates had been recalled to Lecheng before this, so he was not aware of the latest happenings in Cloud River City. Otherwise, he would certainly have been able to obtain more information, which would be very helpful to him now.
Who knew how much time had passed, but Yang Haoran, who had been standing motionless, finally stirred. He pulled his phone from his pocket, and after careful deliberation, he made a decision. Moonlit Night God
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