Realm of the Night God

Yang Haoran certainly wasn't foolish enough to believe Duda's nonsense. He wouldn't trust that dog's fart of a deal, even if it meant his life. Dealing with such an old fox, a slight misstep could lead to entanglement, and there was even a chance of being played to death. Yang Haoran had almost died at Duda's hands before, and now, having barely saved his own life, he wasn't about to play games with it.

Although Duda felt utterly desperate after Yang Haoran's words, he had no intention of giving up. He wanted to say more, but Yang Haoran had no intention of listening. He directly sealed Duda's soul into the soul-gathering bead and tore through space, returning to the now-ruined ghost building.

Even though the ghost building had turned into ruins, the special seal targeting Zhong Siyu still existed. As long as this seal remained unbroken, Zhong Siyu couldn't leave the ghost building.

As Yang Haoran tore through space and appeared in the ghost building, Zhong Siyu sat on a wooden plank, idly swinging her legs.

Seeing Yang Haoran, her soul distorted for a moment, then vanished. When she reappeared, she was in front of Yang Haoran.

"Hehe, how did it go?" Zhong Siyu looked at Yang Haoran, a sinister smile on her face.

Though not explicitly stated, Yang Haoran understood the meaning behind Zhong Siyu's words.

With a friendly smile on his face, Yang Haoran waved his hand, pulling Duda out from the soul-gathering bead.

Duda's soul was still bound by chains formed from Yin spirit power. With these chains, Duda had no ability to escape.

"Hehe, I knew this old guy couldn't escape from your hands," Zhong Siyu said with a sinister smile, looking at Yang Haoran. Her gaze toward Duda's soul revealed greed.

Zhong Siyu had a delicate and cute face, but the crazy, sinister smile on her face didn't evoke a sense of cuteness. Instead, it sent chills down the spine, emanating a constant aura of danger.

"How do you plan to deal with him?" Yang Haoran asked Zhong Siyu with a smile.

Zhong Siyu looked at Yang Haoran and replied, "What do you think I should do with him?"

"It's best to devour him. I won't be at ease until I see his soul scattered," Yang Haoran suggested.

As these words left his mouth, Duda's expression turned ugly. He wanted to say something, but before he could, Zhong Siyu, clad in blood-red clothes, appeared in front of him.

Without a word, Zhong Siyu opened her mouth and sucked. Duda's soul twisted, then turned into white smoke, directly sucked into her body.

Licking her lips, Zhong Siyu, with an unsatisfied expression, smirked, "The soul of a spirit master is as delicious as that of an Underworld Envoy. Both are great nourishment for me. This old immortal is quite a formidable character among spirit masters. Even if his soul is weak, it still fundamentally differs from other ordinary souls."

Zhong Siyu wanted to devour Duda's soul primarily for this reason. It was her sole objective; beyond that, Duda's soul held no other value in her eyes.

Because of this, when Yang Haoran made the current request, she didn't even hesitate. She directly swallowed Duda!

Watching Duda's soul being swallowed by Zhong Siyu, Yang Haoran finally felt truly relieved.

Duda was full of schemes, and even facing this old guy, Yang Haoran was extremely cautious, fearing he might be outsmarted.

However, no matter how cunning Duda's schemes were, once his soul scattered, he couldn't play any tricks.

The incident with Wang Qing had taught Yang Haoran a lesson: when dealing with enemies, it's best to let their souls scatter. Otherwise, you never know when you might fall into their hands or be manipulated by them.

Having experienced such a setback, Yang Haoran didn't want to endure the same thing again. Without witnessing the opponent's soul scattering, he wouldn't be at ease.

"Hehe, old man, tonight you've had a great harvest. We risked our lives, and you reaped a lot of benefits," Zhong Siyu said to Yang Haoran, smirking.

Yang Haoran smiled but remained silent. However, inwardly, he was on high alert. In his eyes, the danger posed by Zhong Siyu was no less than that of Deng Feng and Duda.

With Duda and Deng Feng's souls scattered, only Yang Haoran and Zhong Siyu remained. He was concerned that Zhong Siyu might harbor ill intentions towards him.

Yang Haoran's apprehension wasn't unfounded. Zhong Siyu was a malevolent spirit, overflowing with resentment. Combined with her ruthless methods, she constantly exuded a pathological madness. Dealing with such a lunatic, one could never predict what she might do.

Moreover, there were still several Death Mark Seals' powers within him, particularly the one from Deng Feng, containing the most terrifying force. If he were killed now, these Death Mark Seals could still be extracted from his body.

Although the power within the seals had diminished somewhat, the cumulative power of these seals, containing absorbable Yin Qi and life force, was still astonishing. It was enough to tempt Zhong Siyu.

In other words, Zhong Siyu had a valid reason to act against him at this moment.

As for their cooperative relationship, it was as fragile as a cicada's wing in the face of absolute interests. For the sake of gaining more benefits, Zhong Siyu might forsake their supposed cooperation and strike against him. There was nothing surprising about that.

Currently, Zhong Siyu's strength was only one-third of her peak, while Yang Haoran had just opened his heaven soul. Although he wasn't in his peak state, he was definitely superior to Zhong Siyu. This was certain.

With such an advantage, one would expect Yang Haoran to be completely fearless. However, the reality was the opposite. At this moment, Yang Haoran felt a significant trepidation towards Zhong Siyu because that blood-red eye was still inside him.

He had no idea what this peculiar blood-red eye was. If he were to confront Zhong Siyu, he didn't know what impact this blood-red eye might have on him. It was an unknown variable.

Yang Haoran was able to survive until now largely due to the decisive role played by this blood-red eye. If this mysterious eye hadn't continuously absorbed the Yin Qi released by the Death Mark Seals, he would have perished long ago.

Yet, what made him feel wary and threatened now was precisely this enigmatic blood-red eye.

Seeing Yang Haoran's silence, Zhong Siyu's sinister smile froze, followed by a displeased expression.

"Uncle, don't think staying silent means everything is fine. That would be underestimating me. You've fulfilled one part of our agreement, but there's another part you shouldn't forget," Zhong Siyu said with a slightly colder tone than before.

Compared to before, Zhong Siyu's words now carried a hint of chill.

Although Zhong Siyu appeared young, that was only her appearance before death, indicating that she died at a young age. After so many years since her death, Yang Haoran could easily call her an aunt.

However, she still looked young, resembling a teenage girl. In contrast, Yang Haoran, with his stubble, exuded maturity and stability. Calling him uncle didn't feel awkward at all.

Yet, if Yang Haoran were to call her aunt, it would be quite odd.

Yang Haoran observed the changes in Zhong Siyu's expression, maintaining his smile while strengthening his vigilance.

As an Underworld Envoy, he had to be cautious of Zhong Siyu, a malevolent spirit, regardless of their shared interests.

In Zhong Siyu's eyes, he, as an Underworld Envoy, was also a great source of nourishment!

"I never intended to break my word. Since I promised to help you break the seal here, I will definitely do it," Yang Haoran replied with a sincere tone, his smile genuine.

Upon hearing Yang Haoran's words, the coldness on Zhong Siyu's face disappeared, and her iconic sinister smile reappeared. Her gaze towards Yang Haoran seemed to soften.

However, just at this moment, something unimaginable happened. Yang Haoran's practiced Hypnotic Soul Technique was unexpectedly triggered passively by Zhong Siyu, the malevolent spirit!

The sudden occurrence of this event was anything but good news in Yang Haoran's eyes!