Chapter 958 I Have a Bell
In a hidden mountain hollow deep within the Xinyang Mountain Range stood a bamboo house. Though not large, the bamboo house was exquisitely crafted.
Yang Haoran was currently inside this bamboo house, which, naturally, was the secluded residence of that Pharmacist in the Xinyang Mountain Range.
Inside the bamboo house, Yang Haoran lay on a wooden bed, his eyes tightly shut, face pale, and breathing weak, looking as if he didn't have long to live.
By the edge of the bed stood a young man. He looked at Yang Haoran on the bed, then lit a cigarette.
Logically, in such a situation, the man, being a Pharmacist, should have immediately examined Yang Haoran's body to understand his injuries and then prescribe the appropriate medicine.
However, he did no such thing. Not only did he not check Yang Haoran's injuries, but he leisurely lit a cigarette for himself as if nothing was amiss, smiling as he watched the unconscious Yang Haoran on the bed.
His smile, however, did not seem to stem from confidence in Yang Haoran's recovery; instead, it gave off an ill-intentioned vibe.
"Coming all this way just to die, how truly troublesome for you."
After observing Yang Haoran with a smile for a moment, the young man took out a Communication Talisman.
"The target has arrived, but I have some Night Watchers protecting him. You'll have to figure out how to deal with these Night Watchers yourself; don't expect me to intervene."
The Communication Talisman turned to ash, and the young man's message was sent out as the talisman disintegrated.
Before his cigarette had even burned out, the young man received a reply.
He made no effort to hide it from Yang Haoran, instead receiving the information from the Communication Talisman right in front of him. Perhaps, in his view, since Yang Haoran was already gravely injured and unconscious, and he had sent the talisman in front of him, there was no need to hide the reply.
"It's inconvenient for me to appear. Just deal with him for me; the price is negotiable."
A hoarse voice echoed in the young man's mind. The young man sneered, a look of disdain in his eyes, and then he took out another Communication Talisman.
"We already agreed. My responsibility was only to detain him and drive away the experts by his side. I've accomplished both of those. Anything else is outside my scope. If I were to kill this Underworld Official, the nature of the situation would change. So, you'll have to take this Underworld Official's life yourself. This is a matter of principle, not something you can just throw more money at."
After this message was sent, the other party did not reply. However, not long after, a space outside the bamboo house violently rippled, and then a spatial rift appeared. A Black-Robed Man stepped out from the spatial rift.
The moment this person appeared, the Night Watchers hidden around the bamboo house immediately sprang into action. They revealed themselves, and with a series of whooshes, the Night Watchers tightened their encirclement. The newly arrived Black-Robed Man was, naturally, caught within their cordon.
The Black-Robed Man paid no heed to the Night Watchers' encirclement, simply continuing his walk towards the bamboo house.
"Stop!"
A Night Watcher coldly shouted at the Black-Robed Man. Although they, like the Black-Robed Man, wore black robes, their robes were different. At the very least, they could faintly discern a face, whereas the Black-Robed Man before them was entirely shrouded, his face completely hidden. The Black-Robed Man gave off an exceedingly eerie aura, and with Yang Haoran currently inside the bamboo house, they naturally did not want to see him enter.
While they had no idea what the Black-Robed Man was doing, out of concern for Yang Haoran's safety, they felt it best to prevent him from entering the bamboo house—at least not before his identity was definitively clear.
It was precisely for this reason that the leading Night Watcher spoke up, intending to block the Black-Robed Man from entering.
However, the Black-Robed Man utterly ignored him. He didn't even spare them a glance, and his footsteps didn't halt because of the obstruction; he continued walking towards the bamboo house.
Seeing this, the Night Watchers immediately felt that the Black-Robed Man's intentions were even more suspect.
"If you don't stop now, don't blame us for making a move!"
The leading Night Watcher warned the Black-Robed Man again. Yet, the Black-Robed Man still acted as if he hadn't heard the warning, simply continuing his strides, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the bamboo house entrance.
At this sight, the Night Watchers present no longer hesitated. With a command from their leader, the others immediately channeled their Yin Spirit Power and attacked the Black-Robed Man.
Although these Night Watchers had not yet opened their Heaven Souls and their strength was limited, their combined assault on the Black-Robed Man still created a considerable commotion.
In front of the bamboo house, the space violently trembled, as thick black chains, the size of arms, condensed and shot towards the Black-Robed Man.
The Black-Robed Man finally stopped. Without any apparent movement from him, a powerful energy fluctuation erupted from within his body. Dense Yin Qi billowed around him, and the incoming chains, just as they neared him, were shattered by the power he released before they could inflict even a speck of damage.
The Night Watchers present were aghast. None of them had expected the Black-Robed Man's strength to be so formidable. But this wasn't what surprised them most. What truly astonished them was that the power the Black-Robed Man used was the Yin Spirit Power exclusive to their Underworld Office!
Since the opponent was using Yin Spirit Power, it meant he was one of their own, a member of the Underworld Office. In a sense, he was their ally.
"Everyone, hold your hands!"
Seeing that the Black-Robed Man was using Yin Spirit Power, the leading Night Watcher immediately ordered the others to stop, to avoid accidentally harming one of their own.
It was truly not his fault for making such a decision, as he was completely unaware of the current scheme, and knew nothing about this Black-Robed Man.
Had the Black-Robed Man not used the Yin Spirit Power exclusive to the Underworld Office, he would absolutely not have ordered the others to cease their attack. With Yang Haoran gravely injured and unconscious, he could not allow any unrelated person to approach, lest Yang Haoran's life be threatened.
However, since the Black-Robed Man was currently using Yin Spirit Power, it indicated he was from their Underworld Office. As an Underworld Office member, his presence here might be for a visit, or perhaps to assist their boss. It was possible he merely ignored them due to his arrogant nature and formidable strength.
It was precisely because of these considerations that he ordered the others to halt their assault, to avoid harming the Black-Robed Man and creating unnecessary misunderstandings.
Nevertheless, his order was merely to cease the attack on the Black-Robed Man; he had no intention of letting him in easily. At least, not until the Black-Robed Man's identity and purpose were confirmed, he would absolutely not permit him to enter the bamboo house.
"Divine Emissary, may I ask who you are, and what brings you here?"
The leading Night Watcher addressed the Black-Robed Man, his tone and word choice significantly altered from before.
The opponent's strength was so formidable that, in his estimation, he was at least an expert who had opened their Heaven Soul. Perhaps he was even an Emissary of Death from another city, just like their boss. Thus, his attitude had undergone a considerable shift.
"Who I am, you are not yet qualified to know. As for why I am here, I can, in my great benevolence, inform you: I have come to present a gift to your Emissary Yang."
A hoarse voice emanated from the Black-Robed Man's lips. The voice was chilling, like the biting wind of deep winter.
Upon hearing this, the leading Night Watcher didn't concern himself with the Black-Robed Man's contempt. What he cared about was whether this so-called gift was genuine or not. If it was false, what was the Black-Robed Man's intention in doing this? If it was real, was this gift something that could help their boss's injuries?
However, the other party's tone of voice seemed off; the Black-Robed Man didn't sound like he was there to deliver a gift to their boss, but rather to cause trouble.
He didn't easily trust the Black-Robed Man, nor did he immediately dismiss him entirely. Carrying his doubt and vigilance, he questioned the Black-Robed Man.
"Forgive my presumption, but may I ask what kind of gift the Divine Emissary speaks of?"
The Black-Robed Man let out a hoarse chuckle and immediately replied.
"Heh heh, I have a bell. I wish to present it to your Emissary Yang."
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