Realm of the Night God

Chapter 625: Curse Seal Location

Yang Haoran let out a sigh of relief when he found out that Bai Xue hadn't gone out to execute a task tonight.

Since Bai Xue hadn't gone out, it meant that Lecheng hadn't encountered any issues. If Bai Xue had already completed a task, she would have definitely given Yang Haoran a detailed report to see if there were any signs of a spirit master involved.

"Big brother Underworld Envoy, has something major happened?" Bai Xue's worried expression didn't decrease, but instead became even more intense as she asked Yang Haoran.

"It's indeed a major issue," Yang Haoran nodded, not denying Bai Xue's speculation.

Upon hearing this, Bai Xue's face changed, and she asked anxiously, "What's going on? Can you tell me clearly? I'm dying to know!"

"This matter can't be explained in a short while. I'll tell you all about it when Old Wu returns," Yang Haoran said.

Although Bai Xue was anxious and curious, she forced herself to calm down. Yang Haoran, on the other hand, turned his attention to Feng Xiao.

"How's Ye Zhiqiu's injury recovery going?" Yang Haoran asked.

"It's stable, but it'll take some time to fully recover. I wanted to keep him in the treatment room for convenience, but he insisted on returning to his own room," Feng Xiao replied, her tone slightly helpless.

"Whether he's lying down here or there, he might feel more comfortable in his own bed. As long as his injury is stable, that's good," Yang Haoran responded."Brother Yang, you're still concerned about uncle Ye Zhiqiu, but look at your pale face, weak breath, and the several stab wounds on your body. You've definitely lost a lot of blood. You should focus on yourself first. I think you should let me......" Feng Xiao suggested.

"No need to bother, I still have the elixirs you gave me. I just haven't used them yet," Yang Haoran said with a smile.

"This is ridiculous. If you use them up, I can just refine more. If we run out of materials, we can search for or purchase them. Is the elixir more important than a person?" Bai Xue frowned, slightly displeased.

"Bai Xue is right, and I've accumulated a lot of various medicines. We're not at a point where we're desperate," Feng Xiao said.

"When it's not necessary, try not to waste. Otherwise, when you really need it, you won't have it."

Yang Haoran slightly opened his mouth, and an elixir slowly floated out. This elixir was the one he had taken earlier tonight, which he had sealed with a curse, so it remained intact inside him without being consumed. Now that he felt he didn't need it, he retrieved the elixir and put it back into his independent space.

Feng Xiao naturally recognized the elixir and its purpose, as it was originally from her hands. She watched Yang Haoran's actions, feeling a bit speechless.

"I'm saying, Brother Yang, even if you're being frugal, you don't have to be this frugal. We're not in a situation where we can't afford it. Moreover, you're not even using the elixirs. You're making us very worried."

Bai Xue was about to say something, but Yang Haoran quickly gestured to stop her.

"Heh heh, don't worry. I know what to do."

To avoid further nagging from the two women and to alleviate their concerns, Yang Haoran took out a bottle of elixir from his independent space and dripped a drop into his mouth.

The elixir he was taking was the same one he had given to Shi Kai and the Burial Master of Yunchuan City earlier. Although the effect of one drop was not as good as the one he had taken earlier, it was still quite effective. Taking multiple drops would have an even better effect, but he didn't do so.

After taking the elixir, Yang Haoran quickly turned his attention to Xiu Juan, who was frowning with a puzzled and worried expression.

"What's wrong? Can't get in touch?" Yang Haoran asked.

Xiu Juan put down the phone and shook her head at Yang Haoran.

"Can't get in touch. Old Wu's phone is still unreachable."

Xiu Juan's words made Yang Haoran's smile on his face disappear, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Feng Xiao and Bai Xue also shifted their attention to Xiu Juan.

"It's possible that they're in a very remote area, so their mobile phone has no signal. Or maybe they're in a place with extremely dense Yin Qi, which would interfere with the phone signal to some extent," Bai Xue analyzed.

"Grandpa Wu and Xiaokang might have gone to those places with heavy Yin Qi to guide the undead, so it's not impossible," Feng Xiao said.

Xiu Juan shook her head, saying, "I don't know, I've been calling nonstop, but I just can't get through."

Bai Xue's analysis made sense, but Yang Haoran wasn't entirely convinced. He had been to places with heavy Yin Qi, and while the signal was poor, it wouldn't be impossible to get through unless they were in an area with no signal coverage.

Of course, there was another possibility - they might be in a restricted area that blocked mobile phone signals.

Xiu Juan looked at Yang Haoran, seeing his serious expression, and her worry intensified.

She was worried about Xiaokang, naturally.

"Divine Envoy, could something have happened to them?" Xiu Juan asked anxiously.

It was no wonder she was worried, given that Yang Haoran had returned to the villa injured and told them something big had happened.

"Now, it's not certain, but don't worry, I'll take care of everything. If we can't contact Old Wu by phone, I have ways to find him," Yang Haoran comforted Xiu Juan, then closed his eyes, his expression solemn, as if sensing something.

After a breath, the Death Mark Seal on Yang Haoran's forehead appeared, a seal that was normally invisible to the naked eye. It was now clearly visible, emitting a visible black Yin Qi.

At this moment, Yang Haoran was trying to use the Death Mark Seal to sense the location of Master Wu and Xiaokang. Since the two had Death Mark Seals originating from him, as long as they hadn't opened their heavenly souls, he could use this method to confirm their exact location.

Once they opened their heavenly souls, the Death Mark Seals in their bodies would no longer belong to him, and he wouldn't be able to use this method to determine their location. But the two didn't have the strength to open their heavenly souls yet.

Using the Death Mark Seal to locate someone was not as simple as making a phone call, as it could only confirm their location, not communicate with them. That's why he rarely used this method.

After a moment, Yang Haoran slowly opened his eyes, and the Death Mark Seal emitting Yin Qi disappeared from view.

"How is it, Divine Envoy?" Xiu Juan asked anxiously.

Yang Haoran nodded, saying, "Don't worry too much, it's not a big deal. I've already determined their location, and I'll go take a look and bring them back."

Although Yang Haoran said it was no big deal, the three of them felt that things shouldn't be that simple.

"I'll go with you," Bai Xue hurriedly said.

"I want to go too," Xiu Juan said, worried about Xiaokang's safety.

"No need, Ye Zhiqiu is already injured, and your strength is too weak. If you both leave, who knows what might happen to the house? You two stay here and take care of things. If anyone comes looking for trouble, just deal with them accordingly. I'll go and come back," Yang Haoran said.

Xiu Juan and Bai Xue were somewhat reluctant, but Yang Haoran's tone didn't allow for argument, so they could only nod.

Yang Haoran, who had just returned home, didn't even have time to sit down or take a sip of water before leaving the villa again.

As he walked out of the barrier, Ye Zhiqiu, who was lying in bed, opened his eyes again, his expression more puzzled than before.

"What's going on with this guy? He comes back injured, and now he's leaving again? Did something big happen?"

Thinking this, Ye Zhiqiu hesitated for a moment before getting out of bed with a reluctant expression.

He grabbed a bottle of wine from the bedside table, took a big swig, and then complained, "Ever since I followed this guy, I haven't had a single peaceful day."

After speaking, Ye Zhiqiu took another big swig of wine, put down the bottle, lit a cigarette, and took two puffs before getting out of bed with a reluctant expression, wearing a set of pajamas, slippers, and holding a sword in his left hand and the wine bottle in his right, looking quite disheveled.