Chapter 111: Let Me Have a Look (Patreon)

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The world was never as simple as it seemed on the surface, and the Lecheng Police Department was no exception.

Before becoming a Night Watch member, Yang Haoran's understanding of the Lecheng Police Department naturally remained superficial. However, after joining the Night Watch, he realized that the Lecheng Police Department was far from simple as it appeared.

The police in Lecheng were divided into two types: ordinary police, like Chen Ying and her colleagues, and spirit police, who possessed various special abilities, completely different from regular officers.

However, the spirit police were a special and mysterious force. Not only were they largely unknown to outsiders, but even within the Lecheng Police Department, few were aware of their existence.

Moreover, whether it was outsiders or insiders of the police force, even if they had heard of the spirit police, they might not necessarily believe it. This resulted in even fewer ordinary people knowing about the existence of the spirit police.

Yang Haoran came to know about the spirit police from several books by Master Jiang.

In the current situation, he estimated that there were probably not many survivors left in Yangjia Bay. In such circumstances, it was most appropriate for the Lecheng Police Department to deploy the spirit police for handling. Otherwise, if even a single corpse puppet escaped, it would spell disaster.

The reason he insisted on not leaving was that he had not yet found his parents. Judging from the current situation, he feared that his parents were in grave danger. Yet, he still held onto a glimmer of hope. His hope was that, at least until now, he had not encountered his parents among the numerous corpse puppets, nor had he found any trace of Master Jiang. As long as he had not found them, there was still hope, even if it was faint. He was unwilling to give up.

Outside the courtyard, Chen Ying glanced at Yang Haoran one last time, wearing a complex expression, before finally leaving.

She had to leave because there were now many corpse puppets outside the courtyard. Sensing the presence of living beings, they were heading in this direction. If they didn't leave immediately, the scene of being surrounded would repeat itself.

Chen Ying had witnessed the magical power Yang Haoran had just displayed. She was certain he was not an ordinary person. Although the current situation was dangerous, Yang Haoran might not necessarily meet his end here. However, it was different for them. If they didn't leave immediately, the moment the power of the black talisman was depleted would be their time of death.

She was not afraid to sacrifice for her beliefs, but she did not want to make meaningless sacrifices.

As Chen Ying and the others left, only Yang Haoran remained in the courtyard. With no one else to draw the attention of the corpse puppets, all eyes were now fixed on him.

There was no doubt that they all saw Yang Haoran as their meal.

Yang Haoran's expression turned grim. He chose to evade as much as possible rather than take the initiative. Despite having some tactics, when it came to his own family, he was sincere.

"If you don't act now, in half an hour at most, they will overwhelm you and devour you. Then, you will become one of them. Do you believe me?" A woman's voice suddenly sounded, startling Yang Haoran. He looked towards the source of the voice, doubling his surprise.

At some point, Xu Meijing had appeared in an inconspicuous corner of the courtyard. According to Yang Haoran's current sensitivity, he should have been able to sense the Yin Qi emanating from her when she approached. However, he hadn't sensed Xu Meijing's presence before she spoke.

His astonishment was evident on his face, noticed by Xu Meijing, who smiled coldly, her demeanor aloof. "What's there to be surprised about? I just arrived. That's why you didn't sense my presence. But the expression on your face right now is what a normal person should have, much better than your disgusting smile."

"How did you get here?" Yang Haoran frowned, asking in a low voice.

With her hands in her pockets, Xu Meijing walked towards where Yang Haoran stood, as if taking a stroll in her own backyard, showing no signs of nervousness.

"I sensed the presence of Corpse Qi on you, which was strange, so I came to check it out."

Xu Meijing appeared indifferent as several corpse puppets lunged towards her with bared teeth and claws. She didn't even spare them a glance or pause her steps, allowing the corpse puppets to come at her.

"Be careful!" Yang Haoran's expression changed, hastily reminding her.

But the next moment, Yang Haoran froze. Before the approaching corpse puppets could reach her, Xu Meijing's Yin Qi suddenly intensified. The corpse puppets were repelled by this strong Yin Qi before they could even get close to her.

At that moment, Yang Haoran realized the vast difference in strength between him and Xu Meijing. Even if he exerted all his strength, he couldn't achieve what she did with such ease.

However, Yang Haoran didn't find Xu Meijing's formidable strength surprising. Except for last month, Xu Meijing's monthly contribution of souls had always been terrifyingly high. The benefits she gained were self-evident. Moreover, Xu Meijing had joined the Night Watch much earlier than him, so her strength was far beyond his comparison.

Corpse puppets had no thoughts, no pain sensations, and no fear. Even when struck by Xu Meijing's Yin Qi and sent flying, it didn't deter them. They continued their relentless advance towards her. But ultimately, the outcome remained the same: as soon as they got close to Xu Meijing, they were knocked away by her Yin Qi.

Throughout this, Xu Meijing never spared a glance at these corpse puppets. Her hands remained in her pockets the whole time. As she steadily approached Yang Haoran, batch after batch of corpse puppets were repelled by the Yin Qi emanating from her.

Coming to a halt, Xu Meijing finally glanced around the courtyard at the densely packed corpse puppets. Then, with a cold tone, she said, "Zombies, unlike undead, aren't easily restrained by our Yin spirit power. Dealing with them isn't as straightforward."

Yang Haoran's mouth twitched slightly. Xu Meijing strolled leisurely, repelling wave after wave of corpse puppets with just her Yin Qi. The stark contrast in their abilities was evident. Yet, despite this, Xu Meijing chose this moment to comment on how zombies were not easy to deal with. This left him feeling somewhat frustrated.

"Are you showing off in front of me?" His mouth twitched a few more times before Yang Haoran spoke up.

With a cold smile, Xu Meijing, full of arrogance, responded, "Showing off? Not quite. I'm just stating a fact. These corpse puppets are just the lowest-level zombies, so dealing with them is naturally easy. But dealing with slightly more advanced corpse fiends is not as simple."

As she spoke, another wave of corpse puppets attacked. The result was the same: before they could reach Xu Meijing, they were once again repelled by her Yin Qi.

Because Xu Meijing was right in front of Yang Haoran, he also benefited from her protection. The corpse puppets couldn't get close to Xu Meijing, but they couldn't approach him either.

"Let's go. Do you plan to stay here and wait to be engulfed by them?" Xu Meijing ignored the corpse puppets, glanced at Yang Haoran, and said coldly.

Her words were somewhat harsh, but Yang Haoran could feel her good intentions. Despite finding Xu Meijing extremely irritating, he realized that this woman wanted to take him away from this dangerous place.

Yang Haoran was surprised by Xu Meijing's sudden appearance and even more surprised by her current intention to take him away.

However, he shook his head.

Frowning, Xu Meijing's face showed displeasure. "Are you out of your mind? You don't want to fight them, but you don't want to leave either. What do you want to do?"

Yang Haoran remained silent.

Seeing Yang Haoran's silence and contemplative expression, Xu Meijing's patience was running out. She urged, "Are you going to leave or not?"

"I haven't found my parents yet. I have to find them first, or else..."

Yang Haoran finally spoke up, but before he could finish his sentence, his voice abruptly stopped.

Several more corpse puppets crawled out of the room. They were like spiders, lying on the ground with their necks and limbs twisted into a horrifying curve, resembling poorly assembled puppets.

Yang Haoran's gaze fell on these corpse puppets. Suddenly, his body trembled violently, as if struck by lightning.

Among these corpse puppets, he saw two familiar figures. Despite their faces being mostly gnawed away and their limbs twisted like spiders, he still recognized the shadows of his parents on these two corpse puppets—familiar and comforting shadows.

Seeing Yang Haoran standing still like a statue, Xu Meijing, who was about to scold him and then leave this place of trouble, suddenly noticed something was wrong with Yang Haoran's expression.

At this moment, Yang Haoran looked dazed, like a statue frozen in time. Two glistening teardrops rolled down from his eyes.

This scene sent a shiver down Xu Meijing's spine, stirring unexpected emotions within her.

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