Realm of the Night God

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At this moment, Yang Haoran's thoughts were simple: it didn't matter whether the other party wanted something from him or just wanted to torment him, because he was prepared for death!

His only thought now was that before he died, he must see the other side, perhaps only then could he hope to unleash the suppressed fierceness within him!

Even in death, he would splatter the other with blood!

As his words fell, the blood-red world remained the same: quiet, eerie, bloodthirsty, even carrying a strong sense of resentment. However, Yang Haoran's words seemed to sink like a stone into the ocean, without any response.

Yang Haoran wasn't perturbed by this; even with death looming, he didn't know what there was to be anxious about, having already prepared himself.

He still wore the harmless smile on his face. Seeing no response from the other side, he ceased urging and instead sat down where he was.

Yang Haoran hoped the other would continue to delay, allowing him not only to replenish his depleted Yin spirit power but perhaps also to await reinforcements.

No sooner had he settled on the ground than the illusory blood-red space suddenly trembled, then shattered bit by bit as if a mirror had been struck heavily, fracturing.

Though this scene appeared unreal, it undeniably unfolded before his eyes.

Yang Haoran, now no longer an ordinary person, had gained a deeper understanding of the mystical aspects of this world. Thus, the scene didn't surprise him; he watched with a smile as the blood-red space shattered and dissipated into specks of bloodlight.

With the disappearance of the blood-red space, the world before him finally returned to normal. Yang Haoran remained seated on the ground, while on the chair opposite him sat an Old Man.

This old man was the same one Yang Haoran had seen in that illusory world before.

Seated in the only chair in Yang Haoran's rudimentary bedroom, the Old Man leaned on a cane, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Yang Haoran. His eyes were deep, his face devoid of expression, giving an inscrutable impression.

Hovering behind the old man was a female ghost, her ears forcibly severed, her mouth slit wide open by a sharp implement, bearing a grotesque and terrifying visage. She was the evil spirit that had previously entwined itself around Yang Haoran.

Now, this evil spirit's gaze was fixed on Yang Haoran once again, her lips curled, her illusory tongue licking her lips greedily, her expression as voracious as before.

From the current situation, Yang Haoran felt that what he was experiencing was no longer an illusion, as he couldn't discern any flaws.

Of course, he couldn't be entirely certain; he had already experienced the strength of the illusions set by the evil spirit. If the other party hadn't voluntarily released him, he would still be trapped in the blood-red world. Thus, he couldn't definitively determine whether everything he was experiencing now was real or illusory.

However, he didn't think the other party had the leisure to create another illusion for him, as there was simply no need.

Finally facing the real mastermind, Yang Haoran's smile deepened slightly. He didn't rise from the ground but continued to sit, smiling at the old man while contemplating how to stir up trouble for this decrepit old man before his demise!

The two locked eyes, neither speaking, when suddenly a buzz emanated from Yang Haoran's bed, breaking their stare.

Buzz!

The abrupt sound caught Yang Haoran's attention, as well as the old man's.

On Yang Haoran's bed lay three items: a Death God pendant, a mobile phone, and a box containing talismans.

For Yang Haoran at this moment, these three items were extremely important, as any one of them could offer him a glimmer of hope, even if only a faint one.

He had just searched for these three items, only to find them inexplicably missing. Now, they had all appeared on the bed next to the old man. Without needing to think, he knew that these three items had been taken by the old man by some unknown means while he was trapped in the illusion.

The buzz wasn't coming from Yang Haoran's mobile phone, but from the Death God pendant bestowed by Deng Feng.

At this moment, the Death God pendant flashed with black light, and visible Yin Qi rose from the pendant.

The smile on Yang Haoran's face stiffened slightly. What was happening before him, he couldn't possibly be unaware. It meant that other Night Watch members were under attack, hence the distress signal sent through the Death God pendant.

Glancing at the Death God pendant still emitting Yin Qi, then at the old man sitting on the chair, Yang Haoran's stiff smile returned to normal.

"So, this Old Man indeed has allies. Besides targeting me, he's capable of dealing with other Night Watch members. It seems he came prepared to find me tonight."

For Yang Haoran, this wasn't good news. The opponent's strength already far surpassed his own, and now they were prepared for him. In such a situation, survival seemed impossible.

However, he had already prepared himself for death, so he didn't find his speculation particularly shocking.

If he wasn't afraid of death, what else was there to fear?

Seeing Yang Haoran only glance at the Death God pendant before averting his gaze, the Old Man furrowed his brow slightly, his expression showing some curiosity.

"I can understand why you didn't try to snatch the Death God pendant from me, as you know full well that you couldn't succeed in taking it from my hands. But what I'm curious about is why you remain so calm even after noticing the reaction from the Death God pendant."

Finally, the Old Man spoke. Yang Haoran's series of reactions had aroused some curiosity in him.

It wasn't just Yang Haoran's reaction to seeing the Death God pendant now, but also his reaction during the illusion earlier. Yang Haoran had been deeply trapped in the illusion, completely disoriented, yet not long after, he had somehow regained his composure and even attempted to communicate with him as if nothing had happened.

"What difference does my reaction make? Can it change the final outcome?" Yang Haoran asked with a smile on his face, addressing the Old Man.

The Old Man shook his head, giving a definite answer, "No."

"Since it can't change the final outcome, why should I worry?" Yang Haoran replied.

The Old Man frowned thoughtfully, appearing to be lost in his own thoughts.

Seeing the Old Man's expression, Yang Haoran chuckled and continued, "I lied to you, actually, I'm freaking out inside."

The Old Man looked at Yang Haoran, then spoke after a few breaths, "Although I'm old, my eyesight is still sharp. Whether you're anxious or not, Old Man here can tell."

"Heh, is that so?" Yang Haoran laughed, his expression unchanged despite the Old Man's words.

"You must feel that you can't escape this calamity tonight, so you've decided to let go, right?" the Old Man asked, his expression calm.

Regarding the Old Man's question, Yang Haoran initially wanted to retort, but he refrained. Despite having prepared for death, he didn't want to die meaninglessly. He wanted a chance to fight back, so he didn't entertain the idea of provoking the Old Man just yet.

There's a saying, don't provoke a sleeping dog. Although Yang Haoran didn't feel this phrase suited him, it roughly conveyed the idea.

Therefore, in response to the Old Man's question, he simply smiled, offering no answer.

The Old Man didn't remain silent again because of Yang Haoran's reaction; he continued speaking with the same indifferent tone, "What you said in the illusion earlier was correct. If I wanted to kill you, it would be very easy for me. Since I haven't killed you, it means you still hold some value to me. I don't want to let you die so soon."

Yang Haoran raised an eyebrow, chuckling, "Looks like I guessed right. I just wonder, what does the old man want from me?"

The Old Man didn't answer Yang Haoran's question. Instead, he looked at Yang Haoran and said calmly, "My name is Duda, and I have a worthless disciple named Du Xiao. He... was killed by you, wasn't he?"

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