Chapter 687: Unbearable
The one who suddenly blocked the fatty's path was, of course, Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran didn't want to waste too much time on this minor demon. So, after he appeared, he uttered no unnecessary words, directly waving his hand to condense several chains, launching an attack on the fatty.
To deal with a minor demon of this level, he didn't even consider using a Ghost Art; the chains condensed from Spirit Power were enough.
The fatty clearly hadn't expected Yang Haoran to act so directly. Faced with the sudden appearance of several chains, he didn't even think, turning around and changing direction to flee. As he escaped, his body rapidly swelled, subsequently transforming into a wild boar the size of an elephant.
This fatty was, in fact, a cultivated boar demon!
The boar demon knew well that there was a vast disparity in strength between himself and Yang Haoran. If he didn't revert to his true form, he would undoubtedly die even faster.
Therefore, he immediately reverted to his true form during his escape. By doing so, all aspects of his physical body's abilities would be enhanced, including his speed. Only then could he increase his chances of successfully escaping from Yang Haoran's grasp.
If he didn't do this, and instead chose to confront Yang Haoran head-on, he would only die faster. While fleeing didn't guarantee survival, not fleeing absolutely meant a dead end, with no other possibility.
However, before the boar demon could even catch its breath, a whooshing sound echoed from behind it, and several chains pursued it once more, their speed significantly increased compared to before.
Not only that, but in front of his body, space rippled violently, and then several more chains, condensed from Spirit Power, appeared.
All of this happened too suddenly. It was too late for the boar demon to stop its body; after all, its escape speed at that moment was anything but slow. Before it could make an effective reaction, the several chains that suddenly appeared in front of it struck its body.
The impact force generated by its speed, combined with the chains' own power, caused several chains to instantly pierce its body. The moment its body came to a halt, the chains from behind also caught up, inflicting secondary damage upon it.
In just a short span of time, this minor demon died at Yang Haoran's hands. The disparity in strength between the two was simply too vast, making the possibility of successful escape minuscule, unless the stronger party intentionally held back.
However, although Yang Haoran didn't use overwhelming power, he had no intention of holding back.
Arriving beside the boar demon's corpse, Yang Haoran first extracted the Demon Pill from its body, then drew out the boar demon's soul, storing it within his Soul-Gathering Bead. Finally, he placed the boar demon's body into his Independent Space, intending to give it to Ye Zhiqiu for processing once he returned.
After completing all of this, he cast his gaze towards a corner where a young man, seemingly just over twenty, was currently trembling, his expression filled with fear.
Earlier, when the demon appeared in the town, the young man, like everyone else, chose to flee the area. However, his chosen direction of escape was slightly different. Coincidentally, the boar demon also chose to flee in the same direction.
His speed, of course, was far inferior to that of the boar demon, so the boar demon quickly caught up to him. However, the boar demon had just been solely focused on escaping with its life and paid him no mind, thus not attacking him.
Although the boar demon didn't attack him, he was so terrified that he nearly lost his soul. His legs went weak, and he lost all strength to run, cowering and trembling in the corner, naturally witnessing the entire scene of Yang Haoran slaying the boar demon.
“No need to be afraid. You can go home now. And tell the other villagers that the demon has been killed. ”
Yang Haoran smiled as he spoke to the man, then strode away from the spot. What needed to be said had been said, and what needed to be done had also been done. Whether the man truly absorbed the information, or what he would do next, was not within Yang Haoran's purview.
What he needed to do now was find the master who made the Smiling Face Masks.
A moment later, Yang Haoran arrived at an old house on the outskirts of the small town. This old house was the old master's home.
However, the gate of the old house was now dilapidated, seemingly shattered after suffering a heavy blow. Yang Haoran walked through the broken gate and in the courtyard, saw a corpse lying in a pool of blood. Multiple parts of the body had been gnawed, but the face was in slightly better condition.
Looking at the corpse lying in the pool of blood, Yang Haoran couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, then gently shook his head. This corpse was precisely the object of his journey: the old master who made the Smiling Face Masks.
He remembered the old master's face vividly, so he wouldn't mistake it.
His greatest fear had still come to pass. If he had arrived in this small town just a few minutes earlier, the old master might not have died, and neither would the other villagers. But many times, that's just how fate works.
Since the person was already dead, Yang Haoran could only alter his plans. There was naturally no point in remaining in this small town.
Before leaving, Yang Haoran dug a pit in the old master's courtyard and buried his body there. Although the old master had long forgotten who he was, they had, after all, once been acquainted, so Yang Haoran simply did what he could.
However, he did not forcibly coalesce the old master's soul into a Spirit and then extract it, because doing so would cause a certain degree of damage to the soul, which would not benefit the old master. The best course of action was to wait seven days for his soul to naturally coalesce into a Spirit.
After leaving the town, Yang Haoran arrived at the nearest Death God Temple, intending to inform the Night Watcher stationed there about the situation in the town and instruct him to guide the Wánglíng in seven days.
However, the Night Watcher was not at the Death God Temple. In Yang Haoran's estimation, he must have gone out to guide ghosts. After all, in these chaotic times, many people lost their lives every day, making Night Watchers far busier than during peacetime. So, he left a note in the temple, detailing the situation and instructing the Night Watcher to guide the Wánglíng in seven days.
With the old master dead, Yang Haoran couldn't verify if his idea would work. So, he made another trip to the Ghost Cave and retrieved the Smiling Face Masks he had bestowed upon Tang Shi and the others.
He wanted to test if his idea was viable. In any case, these ghosts wouldn't be going out on missions for a while, and the ghost masks wouldn't be used, so he simply took the masks to conduct his experiments.
If his idea worked, that would naturally be for the best. He would then re-empower Tang Shi and the others' masks before returning them. He would only need to find a new master capable of making Smiling Face Masks, which, though a bit troublesome, wouldn't be impossible to find.
If his idea didn't work, then he would simply have to think of other methods.
Upon returning to his villa, Yang Haoran's Independent Space now contained several more Smiling Face Masks. He wasted no time and immediately began empowering one of the Smiling Face Masks with Spirit Power, following the idea in his mind.
Initially, it proceeded very smoothly. Under his careful control, the power on the Smiling Face Mask gradually transformed. However, this smooth progress did not last long.
When a crack suddenly appeared on the Smiling Face Mask, this supposed smoothness was shattered. The crack split from the center of the mask, dividing the entire Smiling Face Mask into two.
Looking at the Smiling Face Mask that had now split into two halves, Yang Haoran was momentarily stunned. He had been so careful, yet this sight still unfolded before him.
After his examination and analysis, he found the root cause of the mask's cracking. It wasn't that his theory was unsound, but rather that the Smiling Face Mask was made from very ordinary materials. Such common materials had limited capacity to withstand power. If too much Spirit Power was imbued into it, exceeding the mask's inherent limit, then the current situation was perfectly normal.
If he wanted to change this, he would need to use more durable materials to create the Smiling Face Masks. Only when the material of the Smiling Face Mask was altered could his idea truly be implemented upon it.
However, the master who made Smiling Face Masks was now dead. Even if he could find such a master with the help of the Spirit Police, where would he acquire more durable materials?
This matter was becoming increasingly troublesome, and the degree of trouble had far exceeded his imagination, forcing him to halt his current plan and devise other methods.
However, a moment later, a person suddenly came to his mind—someone who might just be able to solve all the difficulties he was currently facing!
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