Chapter 950-Beaulieu Lake at Midnight
Qin Yefeng's death plunged An City into internal strife. Quite a few individuals coveted the position of Administrative Chief; not only those within the Administrative Courtyard itself but even other forces outside of it sought to claim a share. This led to the already chaotic An City becoming even more embroiled in turmoil.
Yang Haoran didn't concern himself with this matter. He trusted Zhu Rong to know what to do, so he fully entrusted its handling to her. Whether she chose to be a pure bystander or secretly employ some tactics, he left all these matters for Zhu Rong to deal with, because he had other things he needed to attend to.
On the Head Seven following Qin Yefeng's death, Qin Yefeng's soul awoke from its slumber. Yang Haoran didn't delay, immediately interrogating Qin Yefeng's soul, hoping to glean some information about the Black-Robed Person from his lips.
The result left him somewhat dissatisfied. He didn't learn any useful information from Qin Yefeng. Everything Qin Yefeng disclosed was information he had already obtained through his Ghost Eye. As for the information his Ghost Eye hadn't obtained, he didn't learn a single bit from Qin Yefeng.
Regarding the Black-Robed Person, Qin Yefeng knew very little. Besides knowing that the other party's voice was hoarse and indistinguishable as male or female, he only knew that the other party was extremely mysterious and wore a black robe that obscured their face and figure. As for anything else, he knew absolutely nothing.
While Yang Haoran couldn't be entirely sure if Qin Yefeng was lying, based on his experience and observation, he felt that the likelihood of Qin Yefeng lying was small. After all, the torture he inflicted on Qin Yefeng wasn't something just anyone could endure. So, in his view, Qin Yefeng might genuinely know nothing.
Originally, Yang Haoran had hoped to obtain some useful information from Qin Yefeng's mouth. That's why he immediately interrogated Qin Yefeng the moment his soul awoke, to learn information about the Black-Robed Person as soon as possible, and then make targeted arrangements, aiming to expose this venomous snake, the Black-Robed Person, lurking in the shadows, in the shortest time possible.
But things went against his wishes; the final outcome was the worst-case scenario he had imagined.
Just as Yang Haoran was feeling utterly helpless about this, Xiujuan approached him and respectfully handed him a letter.
"Emissary, this letter was found outside the villa. Please take a look."
Yang Haoran had a faint smile on his face as he took the letter Xiujuan handed him. The envelope only had five characters written on it: "For Yang Haoran's personal opening," with no other information whatsoever.
Yang Haoran carefully examined both sides of the envelope, and only after confirming there were no other discoveries, did he turn his gaze back to Xiujuan.
"Heh heh, when did you find this letter? " Yang Haoran asked with a smile.
"Just now, I felt something hit the restrictive barrier projected by the grand array, so I immediately put down what I was doing to check, and that's when I found this letter. I saw that the envelope clearly stated that this letter was for you, Emissary, to open personally, so I dared not delay and immediately brought it to you. " Xiujuan replied respectfully.
Hearing this, Yang Haoran nodded with a smile.
"Alright, I understand. You can go back to your work now."
Xiujuan bowed and withdrew, but Yang Haoran suddenly remembered something else and called out to her.
"Oh, right, don't be reluctant to use the Soul Pill I gave you. In this world, it's hard to survive without strength, and the stronger you become, the more help you'll be to me. So, quickly raise your power to the Evil Spirit realm. As for Xiao Kang, I'll consider his needs and won't treat him unfairly, so you don't need to worry."
Yang Haoran's words made an awkward expression appear on Xiujuan's face. After respectfully responding, she withdrew.
A few days ago, Yang Haoran had given Xiujuan a Soul Pill. As long as Xiujuan successfully refined and absorbed this Soul Pill, breaking through her realm to become an Evil Spirit (evil Spirit) would be an absolute breeze. After all, Xiujuan had refined quite a bit of Pure Yin Qi during her years following Yang Haoran, and her strength had long since reached the peak of the Evil Spirit realm. In this situation, with an additional Soul Pill, breaking through to the Evil Spirit realm would pose no difficulty at all.
However, Xiujuan hadn't broken through. Yang Haoran thought for a moment and understood the reason. Xiujuan must have saved the Soul Pill, preparing to use it to boost her son Xiao Kang's strength. That's why he had just said what he did.
From Xiujuan's facial reaction, Yang Haoran knew he hadn't guessed wrong.
After Xiujuan left, Yang Haoran sat down on a nearby sofa, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then unhurriedly opened the mysterious letter.
The content of the letter was as sparse as the words on the envelope: only five short characters, "Midnight Coiling Dragon Lake."
Looking at these five characters, Yang Haoran silently smoked, his expression unchanged. Only when the cigarette was finished did he slowly place the letter on the coffee table in front of him, then lean back, resting against the sofa.
"Midnight Coiling Dragon Lake, heh heh, quite the choice of location."
Yang Haoran muttered to himself, his smile unwavering, his mood unaffected by the mysterious letter.
As a native-born Lecheng resident, he knew about Coiling Dragon Lake. It was a lake within Lecheng's borders, with beautiful green mountains and clear waters, enjoying considerable fame in Lecheng, and once a well-known tourist attraction.
However, after the world fell into chaos, this former tourist attraction naturally became desolate. Non-ordinary people with abilities were busy dealing with demons and ghosts; where would they have time to loiter here? Ordinary people without special abilities were busy trying to survive; where would they have the leisure to go sightseeing at some lake?
Precisely because of this, Coiling Dragon Lake, once bustling with tourists, now saw not even a single human, let alone a ghost.
Although there were only five short characters in the letter, from their literal meaning, the sender wanted to meet him at Coiling Dragon Lake, at midnight. As for which day's midnight, since it wasn't specified, and there were no other remarks or reminders, it naturally meant tonight's midnight, because the letter was delivered today.
However, these were all secondary, not the crucial point. The key was, who secretly delivered this clandestine letter, and what was their purpose in doing so?
If it were a friend, the other party wouldn't need to go to such lengths; they could just enter the villa and see him. Why would they need to sneakily use such a method? And they only said these few short words, as if fearing that one more word would reveal some secret.
Of course, if they encountered some special circumstances and a friend was forced to choose such a method to transmit information to him, that would be another matter. But he felt this possibility was low, because for the life of him, he couldn't think of any special reason that would force his friend to choose this method to relay information to him.
Furthermore, he didn't have many friends, and most of them were non-ordinary people. Since they had the ability and time to deliver the letter to his doorstep, why couldn't they just meet him in person?
This indeed didn't make sense, so he believed that the one who sent this letter was probably not his friend. If not a friend, then it was highly likely an enemy.
He naturally had enemies. Besides the Black-Robed Person who, for unknown reasons, was dead set on killing him, recently, he had also made a new enemy, and this enemy was naturally Han Fushi of the An City Talisman Guild, along with his Gold Talisman Master master.
Of course, the An City Administrative Courtyard could also provisionally be considered his enemy. After all, he had forcibly extracted their Administrative Chief's soul from his physical body. It wasn't entirely impossible for his subordinates to come seeking revenge and to reclaim Qin Yefeng's soul.
Was it an enemy he had forgotten, coming to his doorstep to kill him? Or was the Black-Robed Person preparing to set another trap to assassinate him? Or did the An City Talisman Guild want to secretly kill him to vent their anger? Or did Qin Yefeng's subordinates want to kill him to avenge Qin Yefeng?
He didn't know, nor did he dare to make a rash judgment. But he knew that no matter which possibility, the other party harbored no good intentions. They might have already laid out an inescapable trap at Coiling Dragon Lake, waiting for him, the big fish, to swim into it.
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