Realm of the Night God

Chapter 566: Ghosts Running Amok

Yang Haoran didn't expect Ye Zhiqiu to suddenly say something like that.

He thought Ye Zhiqiu would despise his words, and with Ye Zhiqiu's personality, it wouldn't be surprising if he did something like that.

But he was wrong, Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and directly avoided the topic they were discussing, instead suddenly saying something like that.

Ye Zhiqiu's actions made Yang Haoran a bit surprised, but what surprised him even more was the information revealed in Ye Zhiqiu's words.

"What's happening in Yunchuan City's Yin Division?" Yang Haoran asked with interest.

Ye Zhiqiu took a sip of wine before speaking, "Recently, Yunchuan City has been in chaos. Ghosts are running amok, many people have died, and some spirit masters have also appeared, sneak-attacking the Night Watch and the Death God Temple of the Yin Division."

"This is so severe? Can't the Burial Master of Yunchuan City stop it?" Yang Haoran asked, surprised.

"It's said that the Burial Master of Yunchuan City has disappeared, and that's why the city is in chaos. The ghosts that were hiding in the dark have emerged, and the spirit masters are taking advantage of the opportunity to launch a devastating attack on the Yin Division. Without the Burial Master, the Yin Division's power is limited, and they can't handle the sudden emergence of so many ghosts. It's also hard for them to resist the spirit masters' attacks. If it weren't for the Spirit Police intervening, the Yin Division would have become a hollow shell by now," Ye Zhiqiu explained.

"The Burial Master has disappeared?" Yang Haoran's smile faded, and his tone seemed to be questioning.

"That's what's been said, but I don't know if it's true. However, it's a fact that Yunchuan City is in chaos, and the ghosts running amok is also a fact. If I weren't severely injured, I could have brought back some gains from Yunchuan City," Ye Zhiqiu said.Yang Haoran didn't respond, his eyebrows furrowed, and his face was deep in thought, as if he was thinking about something.

Ye Zhiqiu saw Yang Haoran's reaction and continued, "If you go to Yunchuan City now, you'll definitely gain a lot. The Yin Division is struggling to survive, and if you go to Yunchuan City to subdue the ghosts, the people who are still alive in the Yin Division won't think you're overstepping your bounds. Instead, they'll be grateful to you."

Yang Haoran nodded, and his smile reappeared. His reaction seemed to be in agreement with Ye Zhiqiu's words.

"Go, go now. If you're late, you won't get anything. I won't accompany you. I need to rest," Ye Zhiqiu said, then tilted his head back to pour more wine into his mouth.

However, only a little wine came out, and the wine jug was empty. He looked surprised, then swallowed the wine and looked at Yang Haoran with a speechless expression.

The wine jug Yang Haoran had brought him was empty in just a short while. The full jug was now empty.

Seeing Ye Zhiqiu's speechless expression, Yang Haoran laughed, "Don't look at me like that. I did fill your wine jug, but it's not my fault it's so small. Besides, you almost didn't stop drinking after I gave you the jug. No matter how much wine there is, it's not enough for you."

Although Yang Haoran said so, he had already prepared for this. After speaking, he snapped his fingers, and another wine jug appeared on the bedside table beside Ye Zhiqiu's bed.

"Take as much as you want. When Old Wu asks, you can explain it yourself. This wine is said to have been stored for many years," Yang Haoran said with a smile.

"It's no wonder this wine is so fragrant." Only then did Ye Zhiqiu realize the key point of Yang Haoran's words. After reacting, his face changed, and he asked in a deep voice, "Why do I need to explain if you took the wine?"

"I took it, but I didn't drink it. You're the one who drank it, so why don't you explain?" Yang Haoran asked with a smile.

"I wouldn't have drunk it if you hadn't taken it," Ye Zhiqiu argued.

Ye Zhiqiu's face showed a speechless expression again, while Yang Haoran left the hospital room with a smile.

As Yang Haoran's figure disappeared from his sight, Ye Zhiqiu finally looked at the wine jar on the bedside table, his expression hesitant.

This wine was Master Wu's treasured collection, and with his understanding of Master Wu, he knew that even if he drank the entire jar, Master Wu would not hold it against him.

However, if he did so, wouldn't he owe Old Man another favor?

It was precisely because of this consideration that he, who normally enjoyed wine like his life depended on it, was now hesitant.

"Yang Haoran, this guy, seems to want me to owe favors to everyone here, and then these favors will become my shackles. What a clever move!" Ye Zhiqiu thought to himself, but his gaze couldn't help but linger on the wine jar.

As he looked, he couldn't help but open the jar, and a rich wine aroma wafted out, making Ye Zhiqiu's body tremble. His face, which had previously shown hesitation, now showed enjoyment.

"This is the flavor, I just had some of it!" Ye Zhiqiu's tone was full of certainty.

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to forget that the wine didn't belong to him, and that drinking it would likely put him in debt to Master Wu. With an enjoying expression, he couldn't help but lightly tap the wine jar, and a stream of fine wine flowed out, filling the wine cup.

In just a moment, the cup was full, and Ye Zhiqiu's fingers lightly twirled in the air, gathering the remaining wine into a ball, which he then swallowed in one gulp.

After leaving Ye Zhiqiu's hospital room, Yang Haoran arrived at the villa upstairs, looking thoughtful as he gazed at the medicinal garden opened up by Feng Xiao, but his mind was actually preoccupied with other matters.

What he was thinking about was the situation in Yunchuan City.

He didn't doubt whether Ye Zhiqiu was deceiving him, because he felt that Ye Zhiqiu had no need to deceive him in this matter. Moreover, Ye Zhiqiu's character was not one to often tell lies.

In other words, it was likely that Yunchuan City was indeed in a state of chaos, as Ye Zhiqiu had said, and the root of it all was the disappearance of the Burial Master of Yunchuan City's Yin Division.

Normally, if the Burial Master went out to handle something or deliberately didn't show his face, no one would think he was missing. Since such rumors had spread, there were two possible explanations.

One possibility was that the Burial Master had been absent for too long, and even if major events related to the Yin Division occurred, he didn't appear, which would likely lead people to think he was missing.

The other possibility was that someone had intentionally spread the news, and the person involved was either unable to respond due to other matters or was unaware of the situation, leading to everyone believing he was truly missing.

Yang Haoran couldn't determine which possibility was true at the moment.

However, if Yunchuan City was indeed overrun with ghosts, then going there would certainly bring him many benefits, and no one would blame him for overstepping his bounds. This was certain.

But he didn't immediately rush over in a hurry, as his character was not one to act impulsively. Before acting, he would definitely think carefully, considering all aspects, and only then would he choose to act.

In his view, only this way could he gain more benefits, and his actions would also be safer.

If the action was full of danger, and the gains didn't outweigh the risks, then he wouldn't foolishly take the risk. He would definitely make a rational choice to give up and stay out of it.

According to Ye Zhiqiu, the chaos in Yunchuan City had recently occurred, and his ghosts had been recalled to Lecheng before this, so he didn't know about the recent events in Yunchuan City. Otherwise, he would have been able to obtain more information, which would have been very helpful to him now.

After standing still for a long time, Yang Haoran finally made a move, taking out his mobile phone from his pocket, and after careful consideration, he made a decision.