Chapter 855 Let You Vent Your Anger
As Old Master Wu explained, Yang Haoran wore a look of interest, continuing to examine Old Master Wu's Soul Armament, the Soul Guide Bell.
On the bell body of the Soul Guide Bell, in addition to the blood-red ghostly hands, he noticed two spirits firmly clutched by several ghostly hands. No matter how these two spirits struggled, they couldn't break free from the grasp of those hands.
Of these two spirits, one was the Spirit Medium from that day, a Spirit Medium Yang Haoran had seen before and thus recognized.
As for the other spirit, although Yang Haoran hadn't seen it, he knew without a doubt it was the Spirit Medium's Guardian Spirit.
After Old Master Wu finished his explanation, Yang Haoran withdrew his gaze from the Soul Guide Bell and looked back at Old Master Wu.
"Hearing you describe it, your Soul Armament does indeed seem like both an offensive and a special type. However, I tend to think it leans more towards being a special type. Release their spirits; once I've extracted their value, I'll return them to you."
Old Master Wu paused, momentarily perplexed by Yang Haoran's words.
"Boss, aren't you going to hand over this Spirit Medium's spirit to the Underworld? " Old Master Wu asked, somewhat confused.
As his voice trailed off, Yang Haoran added with a smile.
"Of course, this person has already died by your hand, so in a sense, your revenge has been taken. But in my opinion, for such profound hatred, merely killing his physical body is clearly not enough. When the time comes, I will hand him and his Guardian Spirit over to you. You may do whatever you deem fit to vent your anger. If you don't have a penchant for torture, you can even make them both undergo Soul Transformation. The decision is yours; I will not interfere."
Yang Haoran's decision would undoubtedly result in a considerable loss for him. Not to mention how many benefits this Spirit Medium's spirit could be exchanged for at the Earth Soul level, even if he didn't go to the Underworld for benefits, refining this master and servant into Soul Pills would still be a substantial income for Yang Haoran.
However, to allow Old Master Wu to vent the fury in his heart, Yang Haoran decided to give up the Spirit Medium and his Guardian Spirit.
Old Master Wu fell silent for a moment before bowing deeply to Yang Haoran.
"Thank you, Master, for your benevolence!"
In truth, Old Master Wu had harbored such a thought for a long time, but he didn't dare to deal with the acquired spirits without permission. This was because ghosts of any rank had to be handed over to Yang Haoran. So, even though his heart was filled with hatred for the Spirit Medium, he had not taken it upon himself to act against him.
The reason he kept the Spirit Medium and Guardian Spirit trapped within the Soul Guide Bell, instead of taking them out and placing them in a Soul-Gathering Bead, was precisely his fear that upon seeing the Spirit Medium's spirit, he wouldn't be able to control his rage and would directly shatter the Spirit Medium's spirit.
"There's no need for more thanks. You've said enough for today. Release their spirits."
Upon receiving the command, Old Master Wu immediately activated the Soul Guide Bell. As the bell was stimulated, the blood-red ghostly hands clutching the Spirit Medium and Guardian Spirit instantly loosened their grip, and a surge of power expelled both spirits from the Soul Guide Bell.
The moment their spirits were ejected from the Soul Guide Bell, both fled in different directions. Yang Haoran was prepared; without a visible movement from him, arm-thick black chains instantly shot out from all corners of the living room, trapping both spirits from every direction.
The Spirit Medium's spirit was negligible, only slightly stronger than an ordinary human's spirit after death, not even comparable to an Evil Spirit. It was easily bound firmly by two chains.
While his Guardian Spirit was an Evil Spirit, it had been trapped within the Soul Guide Bell, unable to recover, and was even weaker than before it was absorbed into the bell. However, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse; even in its weakened state, it was still considerably stronger than its master.
Regrettably, this so-called strength was merely relative. Facing Yang Haoran, who had opened his Heaven and Earth Souls, how could it possibly escape, especially with the Mountain River Grand Array guarding this place?
Though it resisted with all its might, it only lasted for the duration of a single breath. After that breath, it followed in its master's footsteps, bound tightly by two chains like a zongzi.
"Envoy Yang, let's talk this out properly! I still have great use for you. Please, I beg you to spare my life!"
The Spirit Medium struggled violently while begging Yang Haoran for mercy, hoping to preserve his spirit through this means. All the arrogance he had displayed when first meeting Yang Haoran that day had completely vanished.
"Heh heh, you're right. You do indeed have great use for me. As long as you cooperate fully, I can promise you that I won't kill you."
Yang Haoran responded with a smile. Upon hearing this, the Spirit Medium's face lit up with surprise, but then he quickly realized that the likelihood of Yang Haoran truly letting him go was slim. The surprise vanished, replaced by a look of skepticism.
"Really? " the Spirit Medium asked, still disbelieving.
"Heh heh, of course it's real. If I truly intended to kill you, may I be struck by five bolts of lightning from the heavens and die a miserable death. How's that? A potent oath, wouldn't you say?"
Yang Haoran spoke with a smile, even swearing a venomous oath.
Although the Spirit Medium was still somewhat skeptical, Yang Haoran had even sworn a venomous oath, so a glimmer of hope still sparked within his heart. There was just one thing he couldn't comprehend: why would Yang Haoran let him go?
In fact, Yang Haoran hadn't lied to him; everything he said was the truth. He genuinely had no intention of killing the Spirit Medium, because once the Spirit Medium's value was completely extracted, he would hand both the Spirit Medium and his Guardian Spirit over to Old Master Wu. How Old Master Wu chose to deal with the Spirit Medium and his Guardian Spirit afterward would no longer be his concern. As long as he didn't personally kill the Spirit Medium, he wouldn't be breaking his oath.
However, judging by the Spirit Medium's current reaction, he likely hadn't overheard the conversation between Yang Haoran and Old Master Wu. It seemed that a Spirit Medium trapped within the Soul Guide Bell couldn't hear outside sounds.
Yang Haoran led the Spirit Medium and his Guardian Spirit back to the study, then set up a restrictive barrier and began personally interrogating the Spirit Medium.
After watching Yang Haoran leave, Old Master Wu retrieved his Soul Armament, the Soul Guide Bell, then returned to his bedroom and summoned Wu Senior, Wu Junior, and his granddaughter, Wu Xiaoxiao.
Closing the bedroom door, Old Master Wu also set up a restrictive barrier. All three pairs of eyes were fixed on Old Master Wu, unsure why he had called for them at this moment.
None of them were in high spirits, especially Wu Xiaoxiao. Her eyes were red, and un-wiped tear stains still streaked her face, clearly indicating she had been sobbing mournfully when Old Master Wu called her over.
"I've already spoken to the Boss and received his approval," Old Master Wu said, his expression serious, addressing the three. "From now on, you'll live here. There's no need to return to your old residence; that place is now history. This will be your new home, and I hope you'll wholeheartedly consider it your own and integrate yourselves as quickly as possible. Do you understand what I mean?"
Though Wu Senior's spirits were low, he still nodded in assent. Wu Xiaoxiao remained silent, merely giving a sad nod.
As for Wu Junior, he muttered softly to himself.
"I still feel more comfortable living in my own home."
Old Master Wu, whose mood was already quite foul, instantly turned grim at Wu Junior's words.
"Then you can roll back to your old home right now! If anything happens again in the future, and I come to save you, then you'll be my father!"
Old Master Wu retorted sharply, his tone filled with undisguised fury, even revealing profound disappointment.
Hearing Old Master Wu's words, Wu Junior couldn't help but recall the scene a few days prior when the Spirit Medium had stormed their home. His body involuntarily shivered, and a look of lingering fear appeared on his face.
Seeing Wu Junior remain silent, Old Master Wu suppressed his anger, took a deep breath, and continued speaking.
"Everything here, especially anything concerning the Boss, you are not permitted to breathe a single word of it outside. If you can't control your mouths and speak what shouldn't be spoken, even I won't be able to save you when the time comes."
At this point, Old Master Wu fixed his gaze on Wu Junior, deliberately raising his voice a few octaves.
"Especially you! You're the one I trust least. You'd better keep that stinking mouth of yours tightly shut. If you utter even one word you shouldn't, don't blame me, your old man, for being ruthless with you. And if you dare to cause trouble or bully others outside again, I'll break your dog legs and make you spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair!"
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