Realm of the Night God

Lately, Master Wu has been quite excited, and everyone around him can sense it. However, they have no idea what's causing his elation or why he's in such high spirits.

Master Wu's excitement stems from successfully becoming a Night Watch, an Underworld Envoy as termed by ordinary people! Given his age, he knew he didn't have many years left to live. It was meeting Yang Haoran that sparked the idea of changing this inevitable fate.

In his eyes, if he could become an Underworld Envoy like Yang Haoran, perhaps he could extend his life by a few more years, or even change the course of his entire destiny. Becoming a Night Watch, he was marked with the Death Mark Seal by Deng Feng, immediately granting him powers ordinary people could only dream of. This newfound strength filled him with a sense of freshness, excitement, and exhilaration.

During this period, he often found himself sleepless due to overwhelming excitement. Originally prepared for death, he now faced the future with hope and ambition.

Tonight, lost in excitement once again, he was oblivious to the passing time as he made various plans for the future.

Suddenly, the phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. Frowning, he picked up the phone, revealing a displeased expression on his face.

He had developed a habit many years ago of never turning off his mobile phone while sleeping, as many matters required his personal attention, and decisions couldn't be made without him.

Though years had passed, this habit persisted. However, with his current identity and status, no one would be foolish enough to call him after he went to sleep, especially not before nine, an unwritten rule among those with Master Wu's phone number.

However, tonight, that rule was broken. This irritated Master Wu, who immediately speculated that it must be some inexperienced person calling at this hour.

Upon checking the phone, Master Wu was momentarily surprised. The caller ID displayed the name "Haoran," a name that felt intimate. To the uninformed, they would likely assume Haoran was some important junior in Master Wu's family, someone he held in high regard.

Seeing the call was from Yang Haoran, Master Wu's expression changed, and he forgot to check the time. Quickly, he answered the call.

He held Yang Haoran in high regard, not due to any personal connection but because of Yang Haoran's status, forcing Master Wu to treat him with respect.

Any displeasure vanished instantly, replaced by a warm smile on Master Wu's face. "Haoran, why do you have time to call me now?"

There was no trace of unhappiness in his words; instead, they conveyed a sense of pleasant surprise.

"Old man, are you free right now?" came Yang Haoran's voice from the other end. It lacked excitement or urgency, only a calm demeanor.

Master Wu found it a bit strange, but he didn't ask further questions. Instead, he affirmed, "I'm free."

"Since you're free, please come to the ghost building. Bring a few people and several cars." Yang Haoran instructed.

"The ghost building?" Master Wu furrowed his brows, his voice carrying a hint of confusion.

"It's Lecheng's most famous ghost building, the Zhong family's ghost building." Yang Haoran explained upon sensing Master Wu's confusion.

At the mention of the Zhong family's ghost building, Master Wu's face lit up in realization. He promptly responded, "Alright, I'll come over right away."

After hanging up, Master Wu couldn't help but frown. Checking the time, it was already past four. Yang Haoran appearing at the ghost building at this hour and asking him to bring people over seemed peculiar.

"Could it be that the organization is making a move on the ghost building?" Master Wu speculated, his brow furrowed, entertaining such thoughts.

Despite the speculation, Master Wu wasted no time. He immediately got out of bed and made a phone call.

Master Wu is a person with deep scheming. He knows what to do and what not to do. His approach varies depending on the situation and the people involved, full of tactics.

Yang Haoran holds a significant position in his heart, so Master Wu didn't hesitate to comply with Yang Haoran's request, rushing to the ghost building as quickly as possible.

Without making Yang Haoran wait long, Master Wu appeared at the ghost building with several bodyguards and a few cars.

As Master Wu looked at the now ruined ghost building, his face showed surprise. However, the bodyguards accompanying him seemed unfazed.

These bodyguards were just ordinary people, unaware of the significance of the ghost building, and naturally lacked any fear.

However, when these bodyguards saw the numerous corpses inside the ghost building, their faces turned pale!

Being selected as Master Wu's bodyguards, they were accustomed to storms, but what they witnessed now was beyond anything they had ever seen—the bodies scattered all around were no joking matter.

Compared to them, Master Wu's shock was even more intense!

To these bodyguards, the scene might be just a field of corpses, but to Master Wu, a Night Watch, these were the bodies of fellow Night Watch members!

The Night Watch members who had come to the ghost building tonight were all wearing the black robes granted by the Death God Temple. Though Master Wu had become a Night Watch only recently, he was sure of this fact. Moreover, among the bodies, he recognized a few faces. They were seasoned Night Watch members, older in tenure than even Yang Haoran, confirming their identity as Night Watch!

A field of deceased Night Watch members left Master Wu profoundly shaken.

Finally, when Master Wu noticed the presence of Deng Feng, the Burial Master, among the many bodies, he stood still, his facial expression stiff, taking a long time to recover from the shock.

After a considerable pause, Master Wu shifted his gaze to Yang Haoran, the only living person amid the sea of corpses.

At this moment, Yang Haoran stood next to Master Jiang's corpse, smoking a cigarette with a troubled expression.

It seemed Yang Haoran had anticipated that Master Wu would be significantly frightened by the sight before him. So, he didn't disturb Master Wu, quietly smoking alone.

Master Wu felt his throat dry, and the shock inflicted on him by the scene was beyond words. He licked his lips and couldn't help but ask, "Haoran, what... what happened? Why are they... all dead? Even the divine envoys..."

Master Wu, who had experienced many trials and tribulations, was visibly shaken and even stuttered in his speech.

Yang Haoran, discarding the cigarette, exhaled smoke and then spoke to Master Wu, "It's not something that can be explained in a few words. Have them load the bodies onto the cars, and I'll explain later."

Master Wu was uneasy about the situation, as he didn't understand the cause and effect of the events. Various speculations ran through his mind.

His greatest dilemma at the moment was whether to follow Yang Haoran's instructions. If he did, would it have fatal consequences for him?

However, his hesitation was only momentary. He immediately nodded in response to Yang Haoran, though his expression was unusually serious.

"You guys load these bodies onto the cars," Master Wu ordered the bodyguards.

The bodyguards looked at each other and surprisingly, not a single one dared to step forward to carry the corpses!

Master Wu's expression darkened, and he sternly said, "If something goes wrong, I'll take the blame. What are you afraid of?"