Realm of the Night God

"Divine envoy... This matter is entirely Old Man's oversight, leading to such a situation."

Watching Yang Haoran's embarrassed expression, Master Wu hesitated a bit before speaking. Having made such a big mistake, he couldn't shirk the responsibility, and a sense of unease naturally crept into his heart.

Yang Haoran waved his hand with a wry smile and said, "Forget it. Once the face is lost, it's lost. However, in the future, don't address me as divine envoy. It's hard to change the habit. Just call me Boss from now on, so no one finds it strange."

Master Wu quickly agreed. Seeing that Yang Haoran didn't intend to dwell on the matter, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come in and talk; standing at the door is too conspicuous."

As Yang Haoran spoke, Master Wu led the group of young men and women into the grocery store. The last beauty among them quickly pulled down the rolling shutter, acting like a well-trained machine spirit.

There were a total of ten young men and women. The grocery store was small to begin with, and the sudden influx of so many people made it immediately crowded.

However, these young men and women were polite. Without Master Wu needing to say anything, they neatly arranged themselves into two rows. Despite the tight space, none of them uttered a complaint or even showed a hint of displeasure.

On the contrary, as they interacted with Yang Haoran at such close proximity, the nervousness on their faces became more apparent.

Seated on a chair behind the counter, Yang Haoran's gaze swept over these young men and women, committing their appearances to memory. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Wu, you've worked hard."

Though Yang Haoran didn't say much, Master Wu could sense the affirmation in his words.

However, knowing it in his heart was one thing; there were still certain formalities to follow.

"I wonder what Boss thinks of them?" Master Wu asked with a smile, smoothly changing his address to Yang Haoran.

"I'm very satisfied. Have you conveyed everything to them?" Yang Haoran asked with a smile.

"Everything has been said, and they've been taught what they need to know. Now, it only remains for Boss to bestow the Death Mark Seal upon them," Master Wu promptly replied.

At Yang Haoran's nod, he gently waved his hand in front of the eager gazes of the newcomers. Yin spirit power condensed, forming ten Death Mark Seals that hung in the air. Each seal emitted a faint ripple of power.

This magical scene didn't surprise the newcomers much. Obviously, they had already witnessed some extraordinary abilities from Master Wu that ordinary people lacked.

However, even though their faces didn't show much surprise, excitement, and anticipation were evident, along with a strong sense of eagerness.

Judging by their reactions, they seemed to understand the significance of the Death Mark Seal. It appeared that Master Wu had done thorough research on these newcomers before bringing them here.

Earlier outside, Yang Haoran had been scolded by the middle-aged woman, and he had awkwardly smiled through it. At that time, they couldn't help but doubt Yang Haoran's identity and abilities. If not for Master Wu's consistent respect, they might have even suspected that Master Wu had picked the wrong person.

Now, as they looked at the ten Death Mark Seals floating in the air, any lingering doubts about Yang Haoran vanished.

Before these newcomers could fully recover from their excitement, the ten Death Mark Seals shot swiftly towards their foreheads.

Without attempting to dodge, all ten individuals let the Death Mark Seals hit their foreheads.

As the Death Mark Seals merged completely into their foreheads, the newcomers felt the presence of a unique Yin spirit power within their bodies. Joyous expressions appeared on their faces involuntarily.

"Mr. Wu, the rest is up to you. Two of them will be dedicated to guiding the undead, one for the city, and one for outside the city. The others will be distributed to various Death God Temples. In the storage room inside the hall, there are many black robes of temple priests and soul gathering beads. Take them and instruct them on how to enter the hall."

Master Wu respectfully responded and, seeing no further arrangements from Yang Haoran, led the newcomers out of the grocery store towards the South Lake Death God Temple.

Several luxury cars left the grocery store, and the middle-aged woman next door appeared at the pharmacy entrance. Watching the luxury cars drive away, and then glancing at Yang Haoran's imposing luxury car, the expression on the middle-aged woman's face became uncertain.

"Goodness, I didn't notice before that so many luxury cars were parked outside his door. Could this swindler have really struck it rich and started a company? If that's the case, I should get closer to him. Maybe we can benefit from this!"

With this thought, the middle-aged woman's eyes instantly lit up. She casually discarded the sunflower seeds still in her hand and hurriedly walked towards Yang Haoran's grocery store, intending to get closer to him. However, to her surprise, the grocery store's rolling shutter was tightly closed and locked.

She knocked on the door a few times, but there was no response from inside, leaving her with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Did he go out? No, I didn't see him leave just now."

The middle-aged woman was quite confused. She knocked on the door again, but there was still no response.

"Did he really go out? Well, that's something. No wonder the shop has been closed so often lately. He must have become rich and doesn't care about this small business anymore!"

The more she thought about it, the more it made sense to the middle-aged woman. She made up her mind that if she saw Yang Haoran again, she would definitely invite him to dinner and strengthen their relationship.

"Master Wu, our divine envoy gives off such a friendly vibe. Although I felt a bit nervous facing him, he wasn't as arrogant as I imagined. I don't sense any pressure from him at all."

Seated next to Master Wu, a woman who still hadn't calmed down from her excitement spoke up.

Upon hearing her words, Master Wu's mouth involuntarily twitched slightly.

"Friendly? No pressure?" Master Wu couldn't help but sigh inwardly; this woman was indeed too young.

Yang Haoran always wore a friendly smile on his face, which could be misleading. But if someone got deceived by this amiable appearance, they might end up in a dire situation later.

Although Master Wu thought this way, he didn't dare to express these thoughts aloud. Yang Haoran was his immediate superior now, and speaking ill of one's boss behind their back was a big taboo. If someone with ill intentions manipulated his words and passed them on to his boss, he would surely be the one to suffer.

To prevent such incidents, the best course of action was not to gossip about his boss behind his back. Even if he did, he could only speak positively about the boss and not criticize him.

"In the future, remember to call him Boss, don't make the same mistake again." Master Wu didn't intend to discuss Yang Haoran with the woman, just offering a reminder.

The woman quickly realized her mistake, apologized, and promised it wouldn't happen again.

Sitting beside the woman was another woman who seemed to have a good relationship with her. To divert Master Wu's attention from the previous slip, she quickly changed the topic.

"Master Wu, as Boss's right-hand man, you must know Boss very well. What kind of person is he, really?"

Master Wu's expression remained unchanged. He spoke naturally, "Didn't you see it for yourselves? Boss is a very easygoing person. Besides that, he is mature, stable, and has many shining qualities. Once you spend more time with him, you'll slowly discover them."

Master Wu put his words in a very positive light, not daring to say anything negative about Yang Haoran.

Meanwhile, inside the grocery store, Yang Haoran's face suddenly turned pale, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Planting Death Mark Seals for the Night Watch would consume a considerable amount of energy for the Burial Master. Doing it for ten Night Watch members at once was a terrifying drain, something even the former Deng Feng wouldn't dare attempt.

Yang Haoran had impulsively decided to save time and created all ten Death Mark Seals at once, nearly making a fool of himself.

Luckily, Master Wu and the others had left. If they had witnessed him spitting blood, it would have been a disaster.

Ironically, at that moment, Master Wu was still praising Yang Haoran's virtues to the newcomers, emphasizing his maturity and stability.

But this supposedly mature and stable guy had just almost made a fool of himself.

"Damn, trying to show off for once, and it turns out... cough, it turns out to end like this."