Realm of the Night God

Chapter 687: Unable to Endure

The one who suddenly blocked the fat man's path, of course, was Yang Haoran.

Yang Haoran didn't want to waste too much time on this minor demon, so after appearing, he didn't say a word and directly condensed several chains to attack the fat man.

Dealing with a minor demon of this level, he didn't even think about using the Ghost Technique; the chains condensed from Yin spirit power were enough to handle it.

The fat man clearly didn't expect Yang Haoran to take action directly, and when faced with several suddenly appearing chains, he didn't even think, turning around to flee in a different direction. During his escape, his body rapidly inflated, and he transformed into a wild boar the size of an elephant.

This fat man was originally a demonized wild boar!

The boar demon knew clearly that his strength was vastly inferior to Yang Haoran's. If he didn't recover his true form, he would definitely die faster.

So, during his escape, he restored his true form as soon as possible, which would enhance his physical body's abilities in all aspects, including speed. Only this way could he increase his chances of successfully escaping from Yang Haoran's hands.

If he didn't do so and instead chose to confront Yang Haoran head-on, he would only die faster. Escaping might not guarantee survival, but not escaping would certainly lead to death, with no second chance.

The first wave of attacks barely missed the boar demon, and the chains only caused some damage to the surrounding buildings and ground, without harming the boar demon.

However, the boar demon didn't have time to catch his breath, as the sound of breaking air came from behind, and several chains chased after him again, with a significantly increased speed.Not only that, but in front of his body, space fluctuated violently, and several chains condensed from Yin spirit power appeared again.

All of this happened too suddenly, and the boar demon wanted to stop his body, but it was already too late. After all, he was fleeing at a considerable speed and didn't have time to react effectively. The chains that suddenly appeared in front of him struck his body.

The impact force generated by his speed, combined with the chains' power, caused the chains to pierce through his body instantly. When his body stopped, the chains from behind caught up and inflicted secondary damage.

In just a short while, this minor demon died at Yang Haoran's hands. The gap in their strength was too vast, making it extremely difficult for the demon to escape successfully, unless the stronger side intentionally held back.

However, Yang Haoran, although not using excessive force, didn't intend to hold back intentionally.

After arriving at the boar demon's corpse, Yang Haoran first extracted the demonic pill from its body, then drew out the boar demon's demonsoul and stored it in a soul gathering bead. Finally, he stored the boar demon's demon body in an independent space, preparing to take it back and hand it over to Ye Zhiqiu for processing.

After finishing all this, he turned his gaze to a corner, where a young man in his early twenties was trembling with fear, his eyes filled with terror.

Earlier, when the demon appeared in the small town, the man had chosen to flee like everyone else. However, his escape route happened to be the same as the boar demon's, and the boar demon quickly caught up with him. Although the boar demon was focused on escaping and didn't attack him, the man was still scared out of his wits, losing the strength to flee and hiding in the corner, trembling with fear. He had witnessed Yang Haoran killing the boar demon just now.

"Don't be afraid, you can go home now, and by the way, you can tell the other villagers that the demon has been killed."

Yang Haoran smiled and spoke to the person, then turned around and left. He had said what needed to be said and done what needed to be done. Whether the person listened or not, and what they would do next, was no longer his concern.

What he needed to do now was to find the master who made the smiling face masks.

A short while later, Yang Haoran arrived at an old house on the outskirts of the town, which was the old master's home. However, the old house's gate was already broken, looking like it had been heavily damaged and shattered. Yang Haoran walked through the broken gate and saw a corpse lying in a pool of blood in the courtyard. The corpse had been bitten multiple times, but the face was slightly better.

Looking at the corpse, Yang Haoran couldn't help but let out a soft sigh and shake his head. This corpse was the purpose of his trip, the old master who made the smiling face masks. He remembered the old master's face vividly, so he wouldn't mistake it.

The thing he was most worried about had happened. If he had arrived in the town a few minutes earlier, the old master might not have died, and neither would the other villagers. But often, fate is just like that.

Since the person was already dead, Yang Haoran could only change his plan. Staying in the town naturally didn't make sense anymore.

Before leaving, Yang Haoran dug a hole in the old master's courtyard and buried the corpse. Although the old master had already forgotten who he was, they had still met before, and it was a small act of kindness to do.

However, he didn't forcefully condense the old master's soul into a spirit and extract it, as this would cause some damage to the soul and wouldn't be beneficial to the old master. The best approach was to wait seven days for the soul to naturally condense into a spirit.

After leaving the town, Yang Haoran went to the nearest Death God Temple to inform the Night Watch, who was in charge of the temple, about the situation in the town, and asked him to go to the town seven days later to guide the undead.

However, the Night Watch was not in the temple. Yang Haoran thought he must have gone out to guide ghosts, as in these chaotic times, many people lost their lives every day, and the Night Watch was busier than usual. So, he left a note in the temple, detailing the arrangement for the Night Watch to go to the town seven days later to guide the undead.

The old master was dead, and Yang Haoran couldn't verify whether his idea would work. So, he went to the Ghost Cave and retrieved the smiling face masks he had given to Tang Shi and others.

He wanted to try and see if his idea would work. Anyway, the ghosts wouldn't be going out on missions for a while, and the ghost face masks wouldn't be needed, so he might as well take them back to experiment.

If his idea worked, that would be best. He could then re-imbue Tang Shi's masks and return them, and he would only need to find another master who made smiling face masks. Although it was a bit troublesome, it wasn't impossible to find one.

If his idea didn't work, he would have to think of other ways.

When he returned to his villa, Yang Haoran's independent space had several smiling face masks. He didn't waste time and immediately began to imbue one of the masks with Yin spirit power according to his idea.

At first, it went very smoothly. Under his careful control, the power on the smiling face mask began to change gradually. However, this smooth progress didn't last long.

When a crack suddenly appeared on the smiling face mask, this so-called smooth progress was broken. The crack started from the center of the mask and split it into two halves.

Looking at the smiling face mask that had been split in two, Yang Haoran was stunned. He had been very careful, but still, this had happened.

After his inspection and analysis, he found the root cause of the mask cracking. It wasn't that his theory was flawed, but that the smiling face mask was made of very ordinary materials, which could only withstand a limited amount of power. If too much Yin spirit power was imbued, exceeding the mask's limit, then the mask would crack, which was a very normal thing.

If he wanted to change this, he would have to use more durable materials to make the smiling face masks. Only if the materials used to make the masks changed could his idea be truly implemented.

However, the master who made the smiling face masks was already dead. Even if he found another master through the Spirit Police, where would he go to find more durable materials?

This matter was becoming more and more troublesome, and the level of trouble had far exceeded his imagination. This made him have to stop his current plan and think of other ways.

But then, he suddenly thought of someone who might be able to solve all the difficulties he was facing