Realm of the Night God

Master Wu had held a high position for many years, cultivating an intangible air of authority. Normally, this aura was imperceptible, but as his expression darkened, it manifested itself.

Several bodyguards dared not defy Master Wu's wishes and obediently loaded the corpses onto the vehicle.

"Haoran, how should we handle these bodies?" Master Wu inquired, his expression stern as he turned to Yang Haoran.

"First, transport them to the South Lake Death God Temple and await further instructions from above," Yang Haoran replied seriously.

Given the magnitude of the incident, Yin Division would undoubtedly dispatch investigators soon. Hence, Yang Haoran decided to preserve the bodies, anticipating their potential usefulness later.

While it would have been ideal for Wang Yiming and his Spirit Police to handle the aftermath, considering the unresolved matter and the impending arrival of higher-ups, Yang Haoran chose to involve Master Wu. The decision to bring the bodies back to the South Lake Death God Temple was twofold.

Apart from the ongoing investigation, another crucial factor was that those who perished in the ghost building tonight were members of the Yin Division, including Divine Envoy Deng Feng. Yang Haoran didn't want Spirit Police to dissect and study their bodies, so he opted to keep control of the situation.

In the car, Yang Haoran eventually decided to call Wang Yiming, informing him of the death location of spirit master Duda. While he couldn't hand over the Night Watch's bodies, letting them take the spirit master's body was akin to offering Wang Yiming a small gift.

Arriving at the South Lake Death God Temple, the temple priest and the believers residing there were already awake, busying themselves with their respective tasks.

Yang Haoran first found the two Night Watch members left behind, exchanged a few words with them, and instructed the bodyguards to place the bodies of Deng Feng and others in bags. They were then moved to the hall behind the stone wall.

After completing these tasks, Yang Haoran had the bodyguards return to the car, erasing their memories of the night. Knowing too much could impact their lives, so Yang Haoran ensured they remained ordinary people, awakening to find themselves lying in the car, forever perplexed about how they ended up at the South Lake Death God Temple.

Once the bodyguards were taken care of, Yang Haoran and Master Wu returned to the hall behind the stone wall, joined by two additional Night Watch members.

Similar to Master Wu, these two Night Watch members were recently recruited newcomers. Since they had just joined Night Watch and didn't recognize Deng Feng's value, they escaped unscathed that night.

In the hall, Master Wu wore a composed expression, his thoughts unclear. In the car, he hadn't questioned Yang Haoran about the events, and in this crowded place, it was difficult to broach the topic. Yang Haoran didn't show any intention to disclose more, so Master Wu suppressed his curiosity.

The other two Night Watch members, however, stared in astonishment at the black bags on the ground.

Uncertain about the contents, Yang Haoran had only told them to move things inside without providing further details. Being newcomers, they refrained from asking too many questions, but observing the black bags raised suspicions.

Though it was only speculation, the two realized the bags likely contained bodies. Yang Haoran noticed their expressions but remained silent. With a wave of his hand, the bags were torn open, revealing the lifeless bodies dressed in Night Watch robes.

Master Wu remained unfazed, having witnessed a similarly shocking scene in the ghost building before. However, the other two Night Watch members were utterly dumbfounded, mouths agape, expressions filled with shock and disbelief, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"Tonight, we launched an operation on the Zhong family's ghost building, and you've witnessed the heavy losses. This incident has significant repercussions. Until the authorities arrive, the bodies will temporarily stay here. As for you, act as if nothing happened and carry on with your duties."

Deng Feng had made arrangements and deployments before tonight's operation. Since he didn't plan for any Night Watch member to return alive, he recently recruited a batch of newcomers, assigning them to various positions. This way, even if the seasoned Night Watch members disappeared, it wouldn't disrupt the normal functioning of all Death God Temples in Lecheng.

With such a major event, Yang Haoran briefly addressed it, leaving the others filled with doubts. However, no one was foolish enough to voice their questions.

Now that all the experienced Night Watch members were deceased, including Divine Envoy Deng Feng, Yang Haoran, who had become a Night Watch member only a few months ago, naturally became the oldest and strongest among them. They had no choice but to follow Yang Haoran's instructions.

Moreover, Yang Haoran didn't demand anything specific; he simply instructed them to do what needed to be done. There was no reason to resist.

Yin Division's response came quicker than Yang Haoran had anticipated. As his words faded, he seemed to sense something, his brows furrowing slightly as he looked towards the empty space ahead.

The others, following Yang Haoran's gaze, saw nothing unusual there.

However, shortly afterward, they were surprised to find that the space Yang Haoran had been staring at began to violently fluctuate. Then, a rift appeared, and a man walked out of it.

This man wore all black, different from the Night Watch's black robes, but shared a common feature—a vivid Death God emblem embroidered on his chest.

The man appeared slightly younger than Yang Haoran, perhaps around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, but his true age was indiscernible.

His sudden appearance captivated the attention of Yang Haoran and the others. Conversely, the man's gaze fell upon the scattered bodies. Especially upon seeing Deng Feng's corpse, his expression changed, and his brows involuntarily furrowed.

Withdrawing his gaze, the man turned to Yang Haoran.

In the presence of the four individuals, the man looked directly at Yang Haoran, who stood out with his bloodstained and tattered appearance. However, this wasn't the main reason he noticed Yang Haoran; it was because Yang Haoran had activated the heaven soul, and he had the means to sense it.

"What's going on?" The man spoke in a deep voice, addressing Yang Haoran.

Master Wu and the two other Night Watch members dared not breathe, sensing a terrifying aura from the man. It felt as if a mere flick of his finger could scatter their souls.

Facing the man, Yang Haoran was in a slightly better position than the others but still felt immense pressure. It wasn't just a matter of strength; it was the overwhelming presence.

Yang Haoran could make some educated guesses about the man's identity. To him, this person was likely from the higher-ups, or perhaps the lower ranks. Otherwise, he wouldn't have appeared here so conveniently. After all, this place had restrictions, and non-Yin Division individuals would need to forcibly break through them.

Although Yang Haoran had some speculations, he didn't show any signs of it. Instead, he didn't answer the man's question directly and solemnly asked, "May I ask who you are?"