Chapter 94: Enthusiastic Citizens
"These three people, they couldn't have escaped from a mental hospital, could they?"
The waitress tightly clutched her phone, her expression anxious, caught in a dilemma.
She had been standing guard outside the private room, ready to promptly assist guests with any needs. But what she hadn't expected was that while the guests had no needs, she now did—she needed a sense of security.
Anyone confronted with a crazy person would feel a lack of security; facing three crazy people at once, that feeling of security dwindled even further.
The reason the waitress perceived Yang Haoran and the other two as crazy people was because their conversation was simply beyond what any normal person could accept or comprehend. Talk of gods and ghosts, talismans and formations, murder and hiding bodies, vengeful spirits claiming lives, monsters devouring humans—and so on.
Are these the topics normal people discuss?
Perhaps normal people might occasionally discuss such topics out of personal interest, but that would merely be casual chatter, just idle bragging and banter.
But these three in the private room were different; they spoke with such conviction, as if it were all true.
This young waitress wasn't old, likely having just entered society, lacking much life experience. Coupled with her timid nature, she was thoroughly terrified by the conversation in the private room.
Thus, she thought of calling the police; letting them handle this situation would be the most appropriate course of action.
However, this woman wasn't one to act rashly. Though she believed the three were highly likely to be crazy, she also understood the importance of procedure. After much thought, she put away her phone, preparing to report the matter to their manager.
Regardless of whether the three were crazy or not, as long as she reported the matter to their manager, then no matter how the situation was ultimately handled, it would no longer be largely her concern. She simply needed to protect herself, stay far away from these three crazy people, and try her best not to be harmed by them.
Just as she was about to do so, a woman's voice reached her ears.
"Police? I've found three crazy people here, and I think they're very dangerous. Please come and deal with this quickly. It would be terrible if they hurt other customers! Heaven knows what crazy people are capable of!"
"Yes, yes, yes, by the sound of it, there are three people. I don't know where they escaped from, but they're either crazy people or murderers. You absolutely must come over. Human lives are at stake; this is your duty!"
"Mm, I know, I've got it under control. I'm not making a false report. I'm right here. . ."
The waitress followed the sound to its source and saw that the person calling the police was a middle-aged woman. At that moment, she looked nervous, her voice hushed. Had the waitress not been so close to their table, she wouldn't have been able to hear the middle-aged woman's police report.
The middle-aged woman's table was just outside the private room, so she had clearly overheard Yang Haoran and the others chatting inside. Being warm-hearted, she resolutely called the police, disregarding her husband's attempts to stop her.
"I'm telling you, what's with all this commotion during dinner?"
Seeing the middle-aged woman hang up the phone, her husband frowned, complaining displeased.
"What do you know? Do you have any idea how dangerous crazy people are? They can kill people and not be held accountable! " the middle-aged woman snapped, glaring at her husband.
"If you think it's dangerous, we can just leave first. You didn't have to make such a big fuss, did you? " the man grumbled, still displeased.
"What do you know, you idiot? We can leave, but what about the other customers in the restaurant? Crazy people are dangerous enough as it is; drunk crazy people are even more dangerous! " the middle-aged woman cursed.
"But what if they're not crazy people? Isn't it normal for people to talk nonsense when they're drunk? " the man argued.
"Are you saying I've lived these past forty-odd years for nothing? Have I not seen drunk people before? Do you think I can't tell the difference between someone just tipsy and a crazy person? " the middle-aged woman retorted loudly, her husband's words seemingly pushing her to the brink of an angry outburst.
The man wanted to say more, but seeing the tigress before him about to explode, he swallowed the words he'd been about to utter, shook his head, sighed, and said nothing further.
With the middle-aged woman calling the police, the waitress beside her also breathed a sigh of relief. Life was getting better and better now; people could all eat their fill, and there were more and more warm-hearted citizens. She felt greatly comforted, thinking that it was precisely because of the existence of such warm-hearted citizens that this world was becoming better and better.
Warm-heartedness was naturally a good thing, but acting on it without fully understanding the situation could sometimes backfire.
Of course, this incident couldn't truly be blamed on the middle-aged woman. If anyone was to blame, it could only be Yang Haoran and the other two for not being cautious enough, forgetting they were in a restaurant and not at home.
Normally, Yang Haoran would have considered this, but tonight, his mind was preoccupied, so he overlooked the issue entirely.
As the Spirit Power within him grew stronger, he noticed that the Yin Qi around him was also becoming denser. This Yin Qi didn't affect him personally, but it would impact those around him.
For now, being single was fine; his parents didn't live with him either. But this was ultimately not a long-term solution.
Once he saved enough money, he would buy a house and a car, and sooner or later, he would bring his parents to live with him. Furthermore, he would also marry and have children. If the Yin Qi clinging to him remained unresolved, then prolonged exposure to it would inevitably affect his family, making them sickly and frail, perhaps even costing them their lives. This was not what he wanted to see.
That day at the Wu Family Villa, Yang Haoran initially couldn't sense Wang Yiming's spiritual energy fluctuations. At the time, he'd thought Wang Yiming must have used some technique to conceal his power fluctuations.
What he was now considering was whether the technique Wang Yiming had used back then could be applied to him. Removing the Yin Qi from his body entirely was impossible, because as long as Spirit Power existed within him, the Yin Qi on his person would not disappear.
Of course, he didn't want to lose his Spirit Power. He had racked his brains to become a Night Watcher, finally achieving his goal and gaining extraordinary power. He wouldn't give up on it now.
What he wanted was to draw the Yin Qi clinging to the surface of his body back within himself, so it wouldn't affect those around him.
He wanted to ask, but Wang Yiming and Ma Ling were deep in conversation, completely engrossed. These two, who ordinarily had little in common, were chatting heatedly under the influence of alcohol, like old friends who hadn't seen each other in ages. He felt awkward directly interrupting them, so he simply nodded along, while also searching for an opportunity to ask his question.
This was what occupied his mind at that moment. Because he cared so much, he had poured all his thoughts into this matter, completely overlooking whether their loud conversation would cause any problems.
What he didn't know was that the police were already on their way.
To create an opening for himself, Yang Haoran tried to steer the conversation towards Yin Qi. Gradually, the trio's discussion began to shift, moving from various bizarre incidents to topics related to him.
"Your Yin Qi seems to have intensified a bit these past few days. Am I misjudging it because I'm drunk, or have you recently improved your strength? " Ma Ling asked, looking at Yang Haoran, her smile a little tipsy.
"You don't say, I hadn't even noticed, but his Yin Qi really has become much denser. For those from the Underworld Office, heavy Yin Qi is a good thing; it proves his strength is growing. " Wang Yiming said, also looking rather drunk, chuckling as a hint of envy seemed to flicker in his bleary eyes.
Having finally steered the conversation to this topic after so much effort, Yang Haoran felt a surge of joy inside, yet his face showed not the slightest hint of pleasure. Instead, he forced a bitter smile and even feigned a shake of his head.
"Good? What's good about it? Excessively dense Yin Qi doesn't affect me, but it has a significant impact on those around me."
His voice was full of helplessness, as if this matter was causing him great distress.
Yang Haoran's words were half-truth, half-lie. His denial that intensifying Yin Qi had no benefits was false, but the distress caused by excessively dense Yin Qi was real. Such half-truths are the hardest to discern.
"That's true enough. The heavy Yin Qi on you does greatly affect those around you, especially your closest loved ones. Staying with you every day, they'd be impacted the most. " Ma Ling said, taking a large gulp of baijiu from her glass before speaking to Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran nodded with a bitter smile, knowing Ma Ling wasn't wrong.
Her words affirmed by Yang Haoran, Ma Ling was delighted. She then turned to Yang Haoran and asked, "Are you married?"
As her words fell, Ma Ling, who had just taken a large gulp of baijiu, picked up her glass and took another. It was clear this young girl truly loved her liquor.
Yang Haoran, however, shook his head, looking at Ma Ling with a smile as he said, "I'm so young, wouldn't getting married be a bit too early?"
Pfft!
Ma Ling couldn't hold it in; the baijiu in her mouth sprayed out. Clearly, Yang Haoran's words had provoked such a reaction from her.
"Uncle, you're still young? " Ma Ling asked, somewhat incredulous.
"I'm only thirty, isn't that still considered young? " Yang Haoran asked with a bitter smile.
"Thirty is still young? Besides, you don't look only thirty! " Ma Ling teased with a laugh.
"Yeah, yeah, thirty is already old. If a person's lifespan is counted as sixty, you've lived half your life already. Someone like me, at twenty-three, *that's* what you call young. " Wang Yiming also joined the teasing with a smile.
Wang Yiming, who usually wore a straight face, rarely seemed to joke around. It was hard to imagine him doing so after getting drunk, which was a stark contrast to his usual staid and serious demeanor.
"Don't even talk, Uncle, you're not much better. You're twenty-three already, how can that be called young? Only someone my age, eighteen, can truly be called young."
Ma Ling looked triumphant. She then turned back to Yang Haoran and continued, "Uncle, you're not married, so do you have a girlfriend?"
Yang Haoran once again shook his head with a bitter smile, replying straightforwardly, "No."
"No? Perfect!"
Ma Ling looked extremely pleased. Yang Haoran, meanwhile, looked at her in surprise, wondering, *Could this young girl actually be interested in me? *
Ma Ling seemed to have guessed Yang Haoran's thoughts and quickly explained with a laugh, "Uncle, don't misunderstand. I have no interest in old fogies like you. What I meant by 'perfect' was that since you don't have a girlfriend, you don't need to look for one anymore. Just stay single for the rest of your life! Your Yin Qi is so heavy, you wouldn't want to harm any innocent girl."
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