Chapter 86: You Are the One I Love Most!
Wang Yiming, after waking up from the illusion, was extremely shocked by the scene unfolding before him, especially when Ma Ling unleashed the Nine Syllable Mantra Great Array and summoned Chiwen; the shock in his heart became even harder to describe.
Only then, hearing Yang Haoran's roar, did he snap back from his shock.
Although Yang Haoran hadn't told him what to do, he knew perfectly well what he ought to do.
With the situation having progressed to this point, Ma Ling had already fallen, and Yang Haoran was also on the verge of collapsing. Yet, Yang Haoran still stubbornly held the red-robed Evil Spirit captive. In such circumstances, what he ought to do was self-evident. As long as he wasn't completely foolish, he wouldn't ask Yang Haoran why he was shouting, nor would he retort with something like, "What are you shouting about?"
Of course, Wang Yiming wasn't foolish. The instant he awoke, he violently swept his hands, unleashing all the power within him. The Talisman Pouch hanging at his waist spontaneously opened at that moment, and talismans, like paper-thin, cicada-wing blades, shot out from it with a flurry of 'swish, swish, swish'.
There were many talismans, at least dozens of them. Even more terrifying was that every single one of them was a Ghost-Slaying Talisman.
The talismans hung motionless in the air, surrounding Wang Yiming. Time, at that moment, seemed to stop.
“SLAY! ”
A furious roar, laced with a hint of pained indignation, erupted from Wang Yiming's lips. The halted time seemed to shatter at that instant. The talismans, which had been suspended around his body, charged towards their target, the red-robed Evil Spirit, like soldiers who had received their command.
Within the blink of an eye, dozens of Ghost-Slaying Talismans consecutively struck the red-robed Evil Spirit, firmly adhering to its Spirit Body.
The red-robed Evil Spirit, struggling desperately to break free from the chains, suddenly underwent a drastic change in expression. Terror surfaced on its face. Before it could react, all the Ghost-Slaying Talismans ignited, crumbling into ash.
Following that, dense, shimmering spiritual lights continuously flashed across the red-robed Evil Spirit's Spirit Body. Each flash signified that the red-robed Evil Spirit's Spirit Body had been cleaved by a sharp spiritual light.
Agonized wails tore from the red-robed Evil Spirit's mouth. Its Spirit Body began to grow increasingly faint, and its Yin Qi grew weaker and weaker. Yang Haoran, seeing this, knew it was an opportune moment.
With a furious roar, Yang Haoran seemed to be steeling himself, and also venting the pent-up frustration within him. His head slick with sweat, veins bulging, his expression appeared somewhat savage as he violently pulled at the red-robed Evil Spirit's Spirit Body once more with the black chains.
This was his last reserve of strength. If he failed to pull the red-robed Evil Spirit into the Soul-Gathering Bead this time, he would follow in Ma Ling's footsteps. At that point, Wang Yiming would be the only one of the three still capable of fighting.
However, judging by the dozens of Ghost-Slaying Talismans Wang Yiming had just deployed, coupled with his pained exclamation, Yang Haoran estimated that Wang Yiming had likely sacrificed all of his Ghost-Slaying Talismans. If Yang Haoran truly fell as well, leaving Wang Yiming alone, it was uncertain whether he could handle the red-robed Evil Spirit.
Fortunately, the worst outcome did not come to pass this time. The red-robed Evil Spirit, equally weakened, was suddenly and violently yanked by the black chains, its Spirit Body twisting grotesquely before being forcibly pulled into the Soul-Gathering Bead.
In the split second before the red-robed Evil Spirit was drawn into the Soul-Gathering Bead, it cast a glance at Wu Junior, its eyes surprisingly filled with deep, mournful resentment, and left behind a single sentence.
Indeed, it wasn't hatred, but rather a deep, mournful resentment. And the sentence it left behind was: "You are the one I love most!"
This sentence was screamed out by the red-robed Evil Spirit with all its might. Even as its Spirit Body was drawn into the Soul-Gathering Bead, the words still echoed through the villa.
You are the one I love most!
With the red-robed Evil Spirit now contained within the Soul-Gathering Bead, the haunting of the Wu Family Villa finally came to an end.
Among everyone present, Yang Haoran was the most severely injured; Guan Hai had stabbed him in the abdomen, and it was no shallow wound.
Old Master Wu was deeply concerned about Yang Haoran's injuries. He hoped Yang Haoran would accept the best treatment under his arrangements, but Yang Haoran refused.
Under Old Master Wu's worried gaze, Yang Haoran called for Guan Hai, and the two left the Wu Family Villa.
The next day, Yang Haoran's convenience store opened for business as usual, though much later than typical.
Moreover, after getting up, he didn't exercise. Instead, he lay weakly in a chair, waiting for customers to arrive.
His complexion was poor; he looked extremely weak, yet a hint of excitement subtly gleamed in his eyes.
He touched the spot on his lower abdomen, the place where Guan Hai had stabbed him. The moment he made contact, he clearly felt the pain.
However, this level of pain was still within his tolerance, so he didn't take it to heart.
Although he hadn't sought formal medical treatment at a hospital, with the aid of Spirit Power, his wound had healed remarkably well. At this rate, he should be mostly recovered within another week at most.
That Spirit Power possessed such a miraculous effect was an unexpected pleasant surprise for Yang Haoran. However, the excitement subtly visible in his eyes at that moment had absolutely nothing to do with it.
What truly excited him was the yield from his trip to the Wu family.
High risk means high reward. At times, this adage truly holds true, and for Yang Haoran, his venture to the Wu family was precisely that.
He wasn't sure yet how much the Wu family would pay him, but given their financial power, he was certain the reward wouldn't be small. This was one reason for his excitement.
Another reason for his excitement was that he had subdued two powerful spirits, as well as a formidable Evil Spirit.
Comparatively, the second gain made him even more excited and thrilled.
In the past, he had only wanted to earn more money, to ensure a good life for his parents and himself, and to lay a foundation for his future wife and children, so they wouldn't suffer hardships with him. Thus, he valued money greatly.
Now, however, after becoming a Night Watcher, he had come to realize the benefits that power brought him. Compared to wealth, power held a greater appeal. Having power meant being able to easily acquire more riches.
And if he wanted to enhance his power, there was currently only one path: to strengthen the Spirit Power within him. To strengthen the Spirit Power within him, there was likewise only one path: to acquire more souls, and in exchange from Emissary of Death Deng Feng, receive the opportunity for Soul Qi infusion.
He took out the Soul-Gathering Bead. Inside, each Soul Thread was visible to the naked eye. Some Soul Threads swam within the bead like fish, while others violently slammed against it like crazed bulls, attempting to break free from its confinement.
Among all the Soul Threads, three were exceptionally conspicuous. They were far thicker than the others, especially one that was as thick as a cigarette, so stout it could no longer be described as a "thread".
The thickest Soul Thread was none other than the red-robed Evil Spirit. The other two belonged to the male and female ghosts from the Wu Family Villa.
Gazing at the Soul Threads within the Soul-Gathering Bead, Yang Haoran couldn't help but smile. He knew that this month, not only would he not be fired, but his pay would also be substantial.
Sensing the commotion from outside, the red-robed Evil Spirit conjured a ferocious face, menacingly challenging Yang Haoran like a wild beast.
Of course, Yang Haoran wasn't intimidated. He watched the red-robed Evil Spirit with interest, his gaze drawn to its eyes.
Of these two eyes, one was normal, the other pure white.
Last night at the Wu Family Villa, the red-robed Evil Spirit had initially revealed only one milky-white eye. Through this eye, Yang Haoran had identified it as an Evil Spirit.
However, when the red-robed Evil Spirit was attacked by Chiwen, its hair scattered, revealing its face. It was then that Yang Haoran noticed its other eye was not milky-white.
At the time, due to the urgency of the situation, Yang Haoran naturally had no leisure to dwell on this detail. His mind was consumed by a single thought: swiftly eliminate the red-robed Evil Spirit, or they would all perish.
Only after successfully containing the red-robed Evil Spirit within the Soul-Gathering Bead did he have the leisure to ponder its eyes. With only one eye presenting a milky-white hue and the other being normal, this situation indicated that the red-robed Evil Spirit had not yet fully stepped into the true Evil Spirit tier. At best, it could only be considered a Half-step Evil Spirit.
Now, looking at the red-robed Evil Spirit's mismatched eyes, Yang Haoran once again confirmed that his internal conjecture was correct: this red-robed Evil Spirit was indeed still one step away from truly entering the Evil Spirit tier.
While calling a Half-step Evil Spirit a full Evil Spirit might be a stretch, its strength was beyond doubt. Yang Haoran had personally experienced it and dared not underestimate it in the slightest.
“If a Half-step Evil Spirit can be this powerful, I can only imagine how formidable a true Evil Spirit must be. ”
Thinking this, Yang Haoran sensed someone approaching. Without a change in expression, he put away the Soul-Gathering Bead in his hand, then smiled and looked towards the newcomer.
The newcomer was none other than Guan Hai. He was carrying numerous bags and packages, grinning as he walked towards Yang Haoran's convenience store.
“Brother Yang, feeling any better? ”
Even before reaching Yang Haoran, Guan Hai greeted him from afar.
Seeing Guan Hai carrying so many bags and packages, the smile on Yang Haoran's face deepened a few shades.
“Look at you,” he said. “Just coming to visit is enough, why bring so many things? ”
Though he said this, Yang Haoran disregarded the stinging pain from his wound and stood up, reaching out with a beaming smile to grab the items Guan Hai was carrying.
Yang Haoran's proactive move left Guan Hai speechless. He hadn't even had a chance to say what these things were, or who they were for, before they were snatched away.
“You’re certainly proactive,” Guan Hai said, looking puzzled. “But seeing you like this, I feel much more at ease. By the way, what exactly happened to the wound on your lower abdomen? ”
Guan Hai had no idea that he was the one who had stabbed Yang Haoran in the abdomen. At the time, he had been trapped in an illusion, and while he did indeed stab someone, he didn't know that person was Yang Haoran. He merely regarded his experience then as a dream.
Besides Yang Haoran, only Ma Ling knew about this incident. After subduing the red-robed Evil Spirit, Yang Haoran had quietly approached Ma Ling, asking her to pretend ignorance about him being stabbed, and he himself remained tight-lipped about it.
Although Ma Ling didn't quite understand why Yang Haoran wanted to do this, she agreed. Thus, Guan Hai still had no idea that he was the one who had stabbed Yang Haoran, nor did he know the true circumstances of Yang Haoran's wound.
“It’s nothing, nothing at all,” Yang Haoran said, waving it off. “Just a minor scratch. Do you want to hear a story? I’ll tell you one. ”
Yang Haoran motioned for Guan Hai to sit, laughing as he changed the subject.
“A story? What story? ” Guan Hai looked puzzled.
“Don't you want to know the identity of that red-robed Evil Spirit? And what was its relationship with Wu Junior? ”
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