Realm of the Night God

The incident in Lecheng was indeed no trivial matter. However, in Master Wu's eyes, Yang Haoran personally taking action seemed a bit exaggerated. After all, on the side of the Spirit Police, the most they had deployed was Deputy Captain Zhou.

Yet, Yang Haoran was the head of the Lecheng Yin Division. His personal intervention gave the matter an entirely different significance.

Nevertheless, Yang Haoran affirmed his surprise.

The reason Yang Haoran decided to personally visit the scene was ultimately because he had encountered a bottleneck in drawing talismans. Continuing in this state would yield no results and might even make things worse. So, he wanted to distract himself by doing other things first.

Master Wu had initially planned to accompany Yang Haoran in supporting the Spirit Police, but Yang Haoran stopped him.

The city needed Master Wu to oversee the overall situation. If both of them left and an unexpected incident occurred, the Lecheng Yin Division would be left unattended.

Yang Haoran wasn't naive enough to think that he was invincible just because he had opened the heaven soul. There were countless powerful beings in this world, and various formidable entities surpassed him. Therefore, caution and prudence were necessary.

After learning the specific location of the incident, Yang Haoran didn't immediately leave. Instead, he went back to the first floor to check on Xiaokang.

The little guy was still managing the grocery store for Yang Haoran while simultaneously studying some early childhood knowledge on the computer behind the counter.

Originally, there was no computer at the counter, but Yang Haoran specifically bought one for Xiaokang's learning. The main purpose of this computer was to allow Xiaokang to study.

Even though the female ghost had been in Xiaokang's soul-gathering bead in front of his chest all along, she didn't know many big characters herself and couldn't teach Xiaokang. So, Yang Haoran found some early childhood enlightenment videos online for Xiaokang to watch and learn.

By the end of the year, after sending the female ghost to the underworld, Yang Haoran decided to send Xiaokang to school to receive formal education.

The reason he hadn't sent Xiaokang to kindergarten yet was simply because he wanted the mother and son to spend as much time together as possible in the limited time they had.

Although Xiaokang was young, he managed the grocery store efficiently. This achievement was undoubtedly attributed to the guidance and assistance of his ghost mother.

Sometimes, Yang Haoran wondered if his actions were a bit cruel. After all, the child was still very young, and some things were not within his competence at this age. However, after careful consideration, Yang Haoran decided to do it this way. He wanted to let Xiaokang grow up earlier, and although not everything would be beneficial, the pros outweighed the cons.

Xiaokang's appearance brightened when Yang Haoran arrived. He jumped off the chair and pounced into Yang Haoran's arms.

"Uncle Yang!"

Yang Haoran smiled, picked up Xiaokang, rubbed his head, and asked, "How's your studying going?"

"Great! I learned a few more words today! I can write my own name now! I'll write it for Uncle Yang to see!"

Yang Haoran originally intended to quickly explain a few things to Xiaokang and then rush to the scene, not wanting to waste time on other matters. However, seeing Xiaokang's joyful expression, he nodded with a smile.

"All right, show Uncle Yang."

Yang Haoran put down the little guy, who excitedly climbed onto the chair, took paper and pen, and started writing.

He wrote slowly, and even so, the strokes were crooked. Yang Haoran watched the whole process with a smile and didn't interrupt.

In the end, Xiaokang wrote two characters on the paper: Yang Kang.

"Uncle Yang, look!"

Xiaokang happily handed the written name to Yang Haoran. The latter took the little notebook Xiaokang used for writing and carefully examined the two characters before nodding with a smile.

"You did well, but there's still room for improvement. Uncle Yang hopes that you'll write even better in the future."

In reality, the characters Xiaokang wrote had nothing to do with "well," being quite crooked. However, considering that he was not even five years old and managed to write these characters, Yang Haoran thought it was already quite good.

Receiving Yang Haoran's affirmation, Xiaokang was delighted, and a cute smile lit up his face.

"Mom said she hopes I'll be healthy for the rest of my life, so she named me 'Kang.' Now I don't have the surname Song; I'm following Uncle Yang's surname, so I'm called Yang Kang."

Yang Haoran smiled and patted Xiaokang's little head, saying, "Xiaokang, you understand a lot. Uncle has to go out for a while, and I might be back late. Do you remember the potato-roasted duck Uncle taught you yesterday? Since Uncle won't be here today, try making it yourself. Another day, I'll taste your cooking, alright?"

Xiaokang nodded earnestly, then spoke, "I remember how to do it. I'll make this dish for lunch. When I improve my skills, I'll definitely cook for Uncle Yang. You don't have to worry about me; I have Mom with me, so nothing will happen."

"Good, Uncle Yang is looking forward to trying your skills." After that, Yang Haoran looked at the soul-gathering bead hanging on Xiaokang's chest and continued, "Xiu Juan, I'll leave Xiaokang in your care."

This Xiu Juan was the female ghost, Xiaokang's mother. After spending some time together, Yang Haoran naturally learned the female ghost's name.

"Divine envoy, is there any danger on this trip? Shouldn't you take me with you? Although my strength is limited, I can still be of some help," the female ghost said with concern.

Yang Haoran shook his head with a smile and said, "Whether there's danger or not, I don't know yet. When ordinary people go out, they also know whether they might get hit by a car or not. Don't worry about me. Take care of Xiaokang. If you leave with me, what will happen to Xiaokang?"

"Well..."

The female ghost didn't know how to respond, and Yang Haoran extended his hand. Streams of black smoke rose from his hand, and as the smoke dissipated, he held a pair of bells.

He hung one bell in a inconspicuous corner at the grocery store entrance and placed the other bell directly into his pocket.

These bells were obtained when he raided Deng Feng's house. Not only did they have decent defensive capabilities, but they could also serve as an alarm.

Yang Haoran hung one at the grocery store. If a powerful character invaded the store, the bell would sound an alarm. The other bell in his pocket would also react.

After completing all of this, Yang Haoran spoke, "I'm leaving. Once the matter is resolved, I'll come back immediately."

"Divine envoy, be careful!" Xiu Juan's voice came from the soul-gathering bead.

"Uncle Yang, be careful!" Xiaokang also spoke up.

Yang Haoran smiled, nodded, and then went upstairs. According to the address provided by Master Wu, he tore through the space and stepped into the spatial fissure.

As the spatial fissure closed, Yang Haoran disappeared without a trace.

In a remote mountain village that Kuai Le visited yesterday, an inconspicuous place experienced mysterious spatial fluctuations. Then, a rift in space opened as if forcefully torn, and a young man with a full beard walked out with his hands in his pockets. This person was none other than Yang Haoran.

Exiting the spatial fissure, Yang Haoran looked around. He saw mountains, a few dilapidated mud houses, and tall weeds.

"According to the address Wu Laogave me, the scene of the incident should be nearby."

Yang Haoran wasn't in a hurry. He lit a cigarette for himself and then walked towards one of the run-down mud houses.

There were several mud houses in sight, some near and some far. However, Yang Haoran deliberately chose one that was slightly farther away from him.

The reason for choosing this particular mud house was that Yang Haoran sensed signs of life and a formidable power fluctuation inside.

As for the other mud houses, he didn't sense any power fluctuations or the presence of anyone. That's why he walked towards the chosen mud house.

Although he appeared to be walking, Yang Haoran's body flickered several times, and he arrived at the mud house in an instant.

At the door of this mud house stood a woman, her hair resembling weeds covering half of her face, revealing only the other half. She was covered in dirt, emitting a foul odor even before approaching.

This woman was none other than the crazy woman Kuai Le encountered yesterday.