Realm of the Night God

Chapter 697: All Are Familiar Faces

On the way, the road was bumpy and rough. In the past, someone would have already stood up to scold the Administrative Bureau for not doing their job, but now, who would bother to mention it?

As for the Administrative Bureau, they didn't have the leisure to care about this matter either. They had a mountain of tasks piled up on them, and who had the spare energy to worry about whether the road had potholes?

Yang Haoran's car performed well and could withstand the bumps, so he didn't mind the potholes on the road at all. When he encountered a broken section of the road, he would even get out of the car and carry it across.

At noon, Yang Haoran, who had been driving on the bumpy road, finally arrived at his destination. He parked his car in an inconspicuous area outside the small town and walked into the town on foot.

Not long after entering the town, he heard the sound of firecrackers. The sound of firecrackers indicated that someone was celebrating something, and going there might bring unexpected gains.

With this thought in mind, Yang Haoran walked towards the source of the firecracker sound.

A moment later, Yang Haoran arrived at the source of the firecracker sound and took in the scene before him. He soon realized that he had guessed wrong - the firecracker sound wasn't coming from someone's celebration, but from the town's celebration.

Under his gaze, he saw a small temple in the distance, which was only a few dozen square meters in size and was completely made of earth and wood.

Outside the temple, there were small wooden tables set up, with wine and dishes on them. The townspeople were sitting around the tables, looking very happy.

The wine was definitely not good wine. In this era, without any status, who could afford to drink good wine? Even having some low-quality wine to drink was already quite good.The dishes were also not luxurious, just simple farmhouse dishes. In the past, anyone with a bit of money would have looked down on such dishes. But now, these dishes were considered good stuff, and even with money, it wasn't certain that you could buy them. After all, the New Genesis Coin was no longer considered valuable in some people's eyes.

From the scale and architecture of the town, it was clear that the town was not wealthy, to say the least. In fact, it was poor. Under such conditions, they were still holding a grand banquet, which must have been a collective effort, as it would have been a huge expense. Food was extremely important in this era, and it was clear that they had spared no expense.

Looking at the happy faces of the townspeople, it was either that someone had sponsored them to eat and drink, or they had collectively contributed to the cost. There was no one forcing them, or they wouldn't be so happy.

Although Yang Haoran hadn't entered the temple yet and hadn't seen the divine statue inside, he knew that this temple was likely the Spirit God Temple that Master Wu had mentioned.

The townspeople were gathered here, clearly celebrating something, but whether it was the completion of the temple or something else, he didn't know.

Yang Haoran didn't immediately take action to destroy the temple. If he wanted to follow the trail, he couldn't be impatient. Being too impatient would only lead to one result: cutting off the trail and losing the target.

With a smile on his face, Yang Haoran walked towards the temple with his hands in his pockets, looking like he didn't have a care in the world.

As Yang Haoran approached, one of the townspeople noticed him unintentionally. The person's smile froze, and then their face turned serious as they stood up.

Their action naturally drew the attention of the other townspeople. Following his gaze, the townspeople all saw Yang Haoran.

The lively atmosphere came to an abrupt halt, and the townspeople all stood up from their seats, stopping their chatter and looking at Yang Haoran with serious faces, some with warning and others with hostility.

It was clear that they didn't welcome Yang Haoran's arrival.

But Yang Haoran ignored the townspeople's reactions, still smiling and walking towards the temple with a leisurely pace.

Yang Haoran's nonchalant reaction enraged some of the townspeople, who pulled out shiny knives from behind their backs or took out rifles from under the tables.

It was no wonder their reaction was so intense. In this era, the world was in chaos, and ordinary people were like startled birds, becoming extremely vigilant at the slightest wind or grass movement.

And Yang Haoran was not only not from this town, but they also didn't know whether Yang Haoran was human or demon, so their attitude towards him was not friendly.

"Who are you? If you take another step, don't blame us for being impolite!"

A villager yelled at Yang Haoran, then raised the mud gun in his hand, aiming it at Yang Haoran.

As he aimed the gun at Yang Haoran, other villagers with guns also aimed theirs at Yang Haoran, while those with machetes gripped them tightly.

The villagers' reaction was already quite clear: if Yang Haoran took one more step forward, those with guns would definitely fire, and those with machetes would definitely strike.

Yang Haoran had come to "follow the vine to find the melon" (i.e., to investigate), not to fight to the death with these villagers. Seeing the villagers' emotions so stirred up, he smiled and stopped in his tracks, not continuing to move forward.

"Everyone, please don't shoot. We're all one family."

Yang Haoran smiled and spoke, raising his hands to show the villagers he had no weapons and no hostile intentions.

"Who's one family with you? We're just a small town, and we don't have people like you who are so flashy and luxurious!"

The villager who had first spoken yelled at Yang Haoran again. Yang Haoran's words were completely unbelievable to him, and not just to him - the other villagers on the scene didn't believe them either.

Although the villagers were hosting a grand banquet today, their clothes were very tattered, with some even patched up. From this, it was clear that their living conditions were not good.

On the other hand, Yang Haoran wore a Western-style suit, leather shoes, and a white shirt, all high-end products from New Genesis World's Tong Continent. This formed a strong contrast with the villagers on the scene.

Western-style suits were not produced in Jingling Continent, but came from Tong Continent. Since Tong Continent was located in the west of New Genesis World, other continents referred to the clothing produced there as "Western-style."

Although the villagers on the scene didn't understand Western-style suits, they could see that Yang Haoran's outfit was definitely worth a lot of money. In their small town, people who wore Western-style suits were rare, and now even fewer dared to wear them so ostentatiously.

"Everyone, please don't get excited. I'm really not an outsider. I'm from the Administrative Bureau, and I've come to this small town today to see if you need any help," Yang Haoran said with a smile.

Yang Haoran didn't dare say he was from Yin Division, as these villagers had spontaneously built the Spirit God Temple and were likely now believers of Spirit God. The spirit masters had always been in a hostile relationship with Yin Division, so if he told the villagers he was from Yin Division, they would definitely drive him out of town.

So, in order to better understand some information he wanted, Yang Haoran decided to fly the flag of the Administrative Bureau.

When the villagers heard Yang Haoran was from the Administrative Bureau, some of their faces relaxed a little, but only relatively. Others' faces didn't change at all, and their gazes at Yang Haoran were still full of vigilance and hostility.

"No wonder you're dressed so flashily. You're really a dog from the Administrative Bureau. You look so luxurious, but look at us ordinary people now. Why don't you stay in the city and enjoy your wealth, instead of coming to our poor and remote town?"

A villager yelled at Yang Haoran, his emotions very agitated, his words very rejecting. It was clear he had a big opinion about the current Administrative Bureau.

"That's right. When our town was haunted, why didn't we see anyone from the Administrative Bureau come to help? Now that things have been taken care of, you're showing up. Are you putting on a show for us ordinary people to see?"

This villager's emotions were also very agitated, and his opinion of the Administrative Bureau was no less than the previous one. He not only didn't put down his gun but also loaded a bullet, looking like he would fire without hesitation if Yang Haoran said something wrong or made a small mistake.

Yang Haoran's face remained unchanged, still smiling. He was about to say something when an old man walked out of the crowd, his gaze fixed on Yang Haoran.

"Are you really from the Administrative Bureau?" the old man asked Yang Haoran.