Chapter 583: You are Insulting Me
After Yang Haoran left the scene, several plainclothes Spirit Police officers arrived without disturbing ordinary citizens. Gazing at the chaotic mess, every one of the Spirit Police officers frowned deeply, for they knew their department would once again have to concoct an explanation for the bizarre incident that had occurred here.
The power fluctuations Yang Haoran and the female ghost had sensed earlier originated from these very Spirit Police officers.
Yang Haoran knew they were about to arrive, which was why he decisively chose to depart. As for the cleanup work here, he trusted the Spirit Police would handle it properly, and there was no need for him to concern himself with such matters.
When the female ghost departed earlier, she hadn't uttered a single harsh word, but the smile she gave Yang Haoran at the time was utterly filled with provocation.
Yang Haoran understood what the female ghost meant then: she was telling him, "If you're not convinced, you can come chase me."
It wasn't just that the female ghost had deliberately provoked him before leaving; even without her provocation, Yang Haoran wouldn't have let her go.
The reason was simple: the female ghost was an Evil Spirit (evil Spirit). Even setting aside his identity as an Emissary of Death, purely from the perspective of personal interest, there was no reason for him to let the female ghost escape.
The female ghost had only just left, so the Yin Qi emanating from her Spirit Body still lingered along the path.
Following the residual Yin Qi left by the female ghost, Yang Haoran pursued her all the way. The female ghost was fast, but compared to her, his speed was even greater.
After roughly the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, Yang Haoran appeared in a flash, stopping outside a dilapidated building.
The torrential rain continued to pour down relentlessly, electrical snakes writhed through the dark clouds. A bolt of lightning struck, followed by an explosive roar in the sky. The lightning illuminated the pitch-black night, and simultaneously lit up the decrepit building before him.
From its exterior, it appeared this building had once been a residential complex. It seemed its age was too great, and coupled with the lack of renovation, it had become tattered and worn, a hazardous structure.
Yang Haoran didn't sense any living presence within the building, but he did detect Yin Qi. And the Yin Qi here wasn't weak; the entire building was enveloped in a layer of it.
The reason he stopped here was precisely because he had sensed the female ghost hiding inside this dilapidated residential building.
Yang Haoran was enveloped in a faint black aura. This black aura possessed a certain degree of defense, not only capable of repelling attacks, but also able to keep the torrential rain at bay, preventing it from drenching him like a drowned rat.
Gazing at the residential building before him, Yang Haoran habitually smiled. With a wave of his hand, he set up a prohibitory enchantment here, enveloping the entire building within it.
He did this for two reasons: first, to prevent any commotion from within from being discovered by the outside world, and second, to prevent the female ghost from escaping.
After the enchantment was successfully deployed, Yang Haoran's figure vanished from before the dilapidated residential building, and the dilapidated residential building itself remained frozen in time, appearing as it did just before the enchantment was set up.
With this enchantment cast, no matter how much commotion erupted within, the outside world would perceive nothing, nor would they notice any change in the dilapidated residential building, unless the enchantment was broken.
From outside the enchantment, one couldn't sense what was happening within, but from inside, it was as if nothing had changed at all. Bright flashes of lightning were clearly visible, the rumbling thunder was incessant, and the torrential rain fell unimpeded within the enchantment.
Enchantments set up using one's own power could be incredibly diverse and strange. What kind of enchantment to set up for what place and what situation depended entirely on the caster themselves. The enchantment Yang Haoran had set up now, while seemingly not rigorous, yet if someone inside wished to leave, or if someone outside wished to enter, it would be impossible. Without his permission as the caster, they could only forcibly break through the enchantment. There was no other way, and that included incorporeal ghosts.
Yang Haoran took out a cigarette and lit it. Since the female ghost was now trapped within the enchantment anyway, he wasn't in any hurry at all.
Taking a deep drag from his cigarette, Yang Haoran looked at the residential building and chuckled, "Hehe, beautiful lady, are you coming out on your own, or shall I come find you?"
Aside from the 'hualala' of the rain, he received no response.
Yang Haoran didn't get angry, and not even the slightest change occurred in the smile on his face. He didn't speak again; instead, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his cigarette, illuminated by flash after flash of lightning, he stepped into the dilapidated residential building.
The residential building wasn't tall, only five stories. The moment he stepped inside, the decrepit structure clearly trembled slightly. At the same time, a 'kaka' sound suddenly echoed from above his head.
The sound was somewhat eerie, like something struggling to turn.
Yang Haoran heard the sound, but unconcerned, he paused. After taking a drag from his cigarette, he finally looked up.
A streak of lightning flashed across, illuminating the pitch-black night sky, and bringing a sliver of light to the dilapidated residential building. Yet this light failed to instill hope or a sense of security; instead, it made one feel terror from the depths of their heart.
Using the light brought by the lightning, Yang Haoran clearly saw the situation above his head. There was nothing there. Not only did he not find anything, but even the eerie 'kaka' sound had vanished.
Yang Haoran withdrew his gaze. As he lowered his head, he discovered a shadow had appeared before him.
Boom! ! !
A clap of thunder roared, and lightning once again brought a sliver of light to the area he was in. Using this faint illumination, Yang Haoran clearly saw what monstrous thing stood before him.
Standing before him was a young woman with a deathly pale face. Blood seeped from all seven of her orifices, her neck was twisted unnaturally onto her shoulder, and with a wide, gaping maw, she was grinning a terrifying smile directly at him.
Although she didn't utter any laughter, this scene was more chilling than any sound could be. The horror it conveyed was in no way inferior to actual laughter.
If it were an ordinary person who suddenly encountered this scene, even if they weren't scared to death, they would most likely be scared into insanity.
However, Yang Haoran was no ordinary person. If this had happened before he became a Night Watcher, suddenly encountering this scene would undoubtedly have scared him out of his wits. Heart-wrenching screams would certainly have filled the air, just like when he first entered the Ghost Building.
But now, he dealt with ghosts every day. Not only did he feel no fear at such a sight, he even felt a little amused.
Lightly flicking off the ash, Yang Haoran put the cigarette back into his mouth, then immediately delivered a slap.
Smack! ! !
With a sharp crack, the twisted-neck female ghost before him was sent flying by his single slap.
After taking a final drag from his cigarette, Yang Haoran removed it from his mouth, then chuckled softly, "Hehe, I didn't realize you were so good at insulting people. Quite clever, aren't you?"
The female ghost, sent flying by Yang Haoran's slap, not only showed no anger, but instead let out a string of eerie giggles, as if Yang Haoran's slap hadn't affected her at all.
Amidst her eerie laughter, her Spirit Body suddenly transformed into a wisp of Yin Qi and vanished. The dilapidated residential building also began to shake violently the moment her Spirit Body disappeared.
Yang Haoran seemed to sense something. He paid no mind to the violently shaking residential building, but slowly turned to look behind him.
A bolt of lightning flashed across, and the female ghost re-entered his vision. Still the same as before, the female ghost tilted her head and stared at him, an eerie smile playing on her face.
However, unlike before, the female ghost was now smiling as she peeled the skin from her body, piece by piece.
As the human skin was forcibly peeled away, it emitted a sound that made one's scalp crawl. Copious amounts of fresh blood flowed, staining the female ghost's body red, and soaking the wall behind her as well as the ground beneath.
Yet the female ghost felt no pain; instead, she found it utterly exhilarating. With each piece of skin she peeled off, the eerie smile on her face deepened a few shades.
Judging by her actions at this moment, she was clearly trying to scare Yang Haoran again.
Yang Haoran observed this scene, took a drag from his cigarette, and shook his head with a chuckle, "What exactly are you thinking? I already told you, don't insult me."
As his words fell, Yang Haoran took one last puff from the cigarette in his hand, then flicked the cigarette butt directly at the female ghost.
Enveloped in Spirit Power, the cigarette butt possessed a certain force. After hitting the female ghost, it directly sent the still-peeling female ghost flying, colliding with the wall behind her.
However, the female ghost still seemed to be unharmed. This, in Yang Haoran's view, was somewhat illogical.
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