Chapter 84: Stabbed Once
Arriving before Guan Hai, Yang Haoran shouted at him and shook him vigorously, but it had no effect; Guan Hai remained trapped in the illusion.
Seeing this, Yang Haoran could only inject the Spirit Power within his body into Guan Hai's.
Directly injecting Spirit Power into a living person's body—Yang Haoran wasn't sure if this would harm the recipient, but in the current situation, he couldn't afford to worry. Even if the Spirit Power affected Guan Hai, it was better than losing his life.
Yang Haoran currently had little Spirit Power left in his body, yet he still injected it into Guan Hai under these circumstances. This clearly showed Guan Hai's importance to him; in a situation like this, every bit of Spirit Power saved could be the capital for survival.
In order to awaken Guan Hai immediately, he still chose to do so.
As the Spirit Power flowed into Guan Hai's body, the scene Yang Haoran least wanted to see unfolded. It wasn't that the Spirit Power caused a violent reaction; quite the opposite, Guan Hai showed no reaction at all, remaining lost in the illusion.
The scene before him filled Yang Haoran with a sense of helplessness. In his view, Spirit Power was his greatest trump card to awaken Guan Hai, but to his surprise, it proved utterly useless.
He knew in his heart that the Spirit Power's ineffectiveness wasn't an issue with the power itself, but with him. He was still too weak, after all, which was why the Spirit Power, once injected into Guan Hai, failed to achieve the desired effect.
He reluctantly released Guan Hai, then turned his gaze to the red-skirted Evil Spirit floating in mid-air.
Yet he knew in his heart that with his current strength, dealing with this red-skirted Evil Spirit was simply too much to ask. But even if it was a struggle, he had to try. He couldn't just stand by and watch Guan Hai die in front of him.
"Damn it," he thought. "I hope Haizi can make it through this ordeal. If he survives, I'll make sure he gets out of this dangerous line of work as soon as possible."
Thinking this, Yang Haoran looked at his left hand and saw the Soul-Gathering Bead still embedded in his ring. From this, he realized that the Soul-Gathering Bead being knocked away and embedded in the wall earlier had not actually happened; he had already fallen into the illusion created by the red-skirted Evil Spirit at that time.
As for when he had truly fallen into the illusion, he had neither the mood nor the time to analyze it now. The most important thing at hand was to eliminate the red-skirted Evil Spirit.
Since everything that happened before was just an illusion, whether the Soul-Gathering Bead truly had no effect on the red-skirted Evil Spirit still needed to be tested.
With a flip of his palm, the Soul-Gathering Bead appeared above his palm. Without any hesitation, Yang Haoran launched the Soul-Gathering Bead towards the red-skirted Evil Spirit's location.
The Soul-Gathering Bead whistled through the air. The red-skirted Evil Spirit, who had been motionless in mid-air, actually moved this time. She seemed to still have some fear of the Soul-Gathering Bead, so she didn't stand still, waiting for it to hit her. She chose to dodge.
This scene, falling into Yang Haoran's eyes, filled him with joy. His greatest fear was that the Soul-Gathering Bead would have no effect whatsoever on the red-skirted Evil Spirit, but from the current situation, it appeared this was not the case.
As long as the red-skirted Evil Spirit still feared the Soul-Gathering Bead, he still had hope.
Seeing the red-skirted Evil Spirit dodge, Yang Haoran quickly controlled the Soul-Gathering Bead to pursue it. However, at this very moment, a figure suddenly lunged at him.
Yang Haoran reacted extremely fast. After becoming a Night Watcher, his reaction speed was far greater than before. His body instinctively dodged to the side.
*Bang! *
A chair smashed onto the spot where he had just been standing. The assailant struck with extreme force, shattering the chair into pieces.
The one who had suddenly attacked Yang Haoran was none other than Wu Senior!
Looking at the shattered chair, Yang Haoran gasped. Given the Wu family's wealth, it went without saying that their furniture must have been crafted from the finest materials—both in appearance and quality, it was undoubtedly excellent. Yet even so, Wu Junior's fierce blow still shattered the chair into splinters.
Luckily, he had dodged that blow. If he had reacted a little slower and taken such a solid hit, Yang Haoran felt he would have vomited blood even if he hadn't died.
Don't let his previous feat of catching bullets with bare hands deceive you; that was only possible because his palm was enveloped in Spirit Power at the time. Without Spirit Power, he wouldn't dare to be so brazen.
"Damn it," he muttered. "It really is a case of a biting dog doesn't bark. Wu Senior had no presence today; I almost ignored him. I didn't expect him to give me such a 'surprise' at this moment, striking so viciously."
While Yang Haoran's heart raced, Wu Senior, relentless, continued to shout and charged at him like a madman, as if he harbored an irreconcilable grudge against him.
Facing the furiously charging Wu Senior, Yang Haoran did not strike him. He knew that Wu Senior was currently under the spell of the illusion and must have seen him as some enemy, which was why he struck with such cruelty.
Disturbed by Wu Senior's interference, Yang Haoran couldn't divert his attention to deal with the red-skirted Evil Spirit. Just as he was pondering how to escape this predicament, Old Master Wu and his granddaughter Wu Xiaoxiao, along with Guan Hai, all three also lunged at him.
"Damn it! This red-skirted Evil Spirit wants to kill me this way!"
Yang Haoran saw through the red-skirted Evil Spirit's trick, but for the moment, he couldn't think of a good way to handle it.
Facing an attack from a single person wasn't much of a problem with his current reaction speed, but facing attacks from multiple people, this was starting to overwhelm him.
*Crack! *
Unable to dodge in time, Wu Xiaoxiao swung a vase and smashed it onto Yang Haoran's back. The vase shattered, and his body stumbled. Before he could steady himself, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.
Looking down, he saw a fruit knife embedded in his lower abdomen. A complex expression appeared on his face.
It wasn't that he didn't believe someone could hurt him; on the contrary, in such a chaotic situation, it was quite normal for him to be injured with his current strength. The reason his expression became complex was because the one who had stabbed the knife into his lower abdomen was none other than his best brother, Guan Hai.
Guan Hai didn't know where he had picked up a fruit knife. Trapped deep in the illusion, he was being controlled by the red-skirted Evil Spirit. Taking advantage of Yang Haoran's predicament—his two fists unable to contend with four hands—he directly stabbed Yang Haoran with a knife.
To be stabbed by his own brother, even knowing it wasn't his intention, still made Yang Haoran's heart feel undeniably complex.
Guan Hai, however, paid no mind to all that. His face was filled with hatred. This stab seemed to have done little to lessen the rage in his heart. Judging by his appearance, he seemed intent on pulling out the knife and stabbing Yang Haoran a few more times.
At the same time, Wu Xiaoxiao also seized the opportunity. Her burly figure actually leaped up, carrying an aura like Mount Tai pressing down, and crashed down towards Yang Haoran.
Wu Xiaoxiao was a heavyweight contender. If all that bulk of hers landed on Yang Haoran, he would be smashed to death by her, even if Guan Hai hadn't stabbed him.
At this critical moment, a Black Leather Case suddenly slammed into Wu Xiaoxiao. As Wu Xiaoxiao was sent flying, a powerful wave of energy also erupted, sending all the people clinging to Yang Haoran flying away. Guan Hai was naturally no exception.
"Quick, come here!"
Yang Haoran turned around, and saw Ma Ling behind him, who had somehow broken free from the illusion. She was now anxiously shouting at him.
How Ma Ling broke through the illusion was no longer important. What mattered was that she had woken up just in time!
Yang Haoran didn't hesitate for a moment. Enduring the sharp pain from his lower abdomen, he stumbled and ran towards Ma Ling.
Just now, Guan Hai had been sent flying by the burst of power from the Black Leather Case. In that instant he was knocked back, the fruit knife he had been holding was also pulled out with him. This was terrible for Yang Haoran; after the fruit knife was pulled out, blood continuously gushed from the wound.
"Quickly use your Spirit Power to seal the wound! This won't just stop the bleeding, but it will also help with the wound's healing."
Ma Ling saw Yang Haoran clutching his wound with his hand, but blood was still continuously seeping from it, so she quickly spoke to remind him.
Sealing wounds with Spirit Power—Yang Haoran had never done such a thing before. He didn't know if it would work, but in the current situation, he couldn't afford to worry. He immediately mobilized the Spirit Power within his body and directed it towards the wound.
Black Yin Qi emerged from the wound. A cool sensation emanated from the wound. Although the wound was still bleeding, the flow had noticeably reduced, and it wasn't as painful anymore.
Yang Haoran hadn't expected Spirit Power to have such a miraculous effect. It had taken effect immediately after he had just gathered the Spirit Power to the wound. Such speed truly astonished him. If Ma Ling hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have known when he would discover this.
Ma Ling beckoned, and the Black Leather Case returned to her hand.
The others present were still deeply trapped in the illusion. Under the red-skirted Evil Spirit's covert manipulation, this time, everyone lunged towards Yang Haoran and Ma Ling. This even included Wang Yiming, who was a Talisman Master.
The red-skirted Evil Spirit seemed to want to use everyone's combined strength to eliminate Yang Haoran and Ma Ling in one fell swoop.
"Is there any way to make them wake up? " Yang Haoran shouted to Ma Ling.
Evil Spirits themselves generally didn't possess much offensive power, but they could create extremely realistic illusions, causing those trapped within to lose themselves and completely follow the Evil Spirit's will. If they could break free from the illusion set up by the Evil Spirit, then dealing with the Evil Spirit would be much easier.
As a Night Watcher, Yang Haoran naturally understood this principle. However, with his current strength and methods, he couldn't make others wake up from the illusion. Therefore, he could only place his hope in Ma Ling, after all, Ma Ling had also broken free from the red-skirted Evil Spirit's illusion on her own.
Ma Ling did not answer Yang Haoran. At this moment, her expression was serious. She was no longer as tipsy as before, with no trace of drunkenness on her face. She quickly formed hand seals with both hands and murmured incantations under her breath, seemingly about to unleash some powerful ultimate technique.
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