Chapter 166 Blood-Red World (Patreon)

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The Old Man in front of him might not be Du Xiao's master, Yang Haoran couldn't be sure, but he could confirm that the Old Man was a spirit master, and a skilled one at that.

Compared to the old man, Yang Haoran's strength was far weaker, a fact he was acutely aware of. Knowing he wasn't a match for the old man, he immediately thought of the Death God pendant that Peak had given them for protection.

As long as he infused Yin spirit power into it, then the other Night Watch, including Deng Feng, would know he was in danger. He couldn't take on the old man alone, but what if they ganged up on him and Deng Feng, who was equally formidable?

In this situation, he could only pin his hopes on the Death God pendant.

Although his body was immobilized, injecting Yin spirit power into the Death God pendant didn't necessarily require the use of his hands. As long as he released Yin spirit power from within himself and then injected it into the Death God pendant, the goal could be achieved.

First, send a message, then find a way to stall the Old Man in front of him, and wait for reinforcements!

In that instant, Yang Haoran had made up his mind!

At such a critical moment, he couldn't think of a better solution, so he had to make this decision and adapt as needed later.

It was a good idea, but Yang Haoran then froze. He couldn't sense the presence of the Death God pendant. This discovery immediately changed his expression!

He distinctly remembered putting the Death God pendant in his pocket, but now, as he tried to use Yin spirit power, he found his pocket empty. There was no pendant!

At the same time, he felt a darkness engulfing him, accompanied by a foul smell, as an evil spirit swallowed his entire head in one gulp.

Initially, he hadn't been concerned about it. After all, an evil spirit couldn't directly harm his physical body. So, when the evil spirit lunged at him like a python, he didn't pay it any mind and instead observed the Old Man in front of him.

However, the current situation was completely different from what he had anticipated. As his vision darkened, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. His skin was pierced by the sharp teeth, and he could even feel warm blood flowing from his neck.

"How... How is this possible!"

Yang Haoran was momentarily confused. In theory, this situation shouldn't have occurred. Yet, the fact was right in front of him. Because he had ignored the evil spirit, his entire head had been swallowed!

"Could it be that my understanding of evil spirits is wrong? Or is this evil spirit different from ordinary ones, a mutated variant?"

As this thought crossed Yang Haoran's mind, his body began to struggle violently. He couldn't let the other party swallow his body, but his struggles were in vain. Instead of helping, they only made the evil spirit bite deeper. The intense pain in his neck intensified, and the Yin Qi surrounding his body grew tighter!

The excruciating pain stimulated his nerves. He felt as if his neck was about to be severed by the evil spirit's sharp teeth. Breathing became difficult, his brain dizzy, and his consciousness began to blur.

Just as his consciousness was fading, a cool sensation emanated from the Death Mark Seal on his forehead. At that moment, his blurry mind suddenly became clear!

"No! None of this is real! I must be trapped in an illusion created by the evil spirit!"

In that instant of clarity, the excruciating pain in his neck persisted, and the Yin Qi surrounding him hadn't dissipated. Apart from his regaining consciousness, nothing had changed.

"Ghost eye! Activate!"

Without further ado, he roared and activated the ghost eye.

From the current situation, he believed he was almost certainly trapped in an illusion created by the evil spirit.

At the same time, he hoped his guess was correct because if everything happening now was just an illusion, he still had a chance. At least he could try to break the illusion. Whether successful or not, having a chance was better than having none!

Conversely, if everything he was experiencing was real, not an illusion, then the situation was even worse!

The reason was simple. At this moment, he couldn't break free from the bondage of Yin Qi, nor could he escape from the evil spirit's mouth. If everything was real, death awaited him next, and it would be a death without any resistance!

Whether everything he was experiencing now was an illusion or not, it wasn't good for Yang Haoran. However, the former was better than the latter.

As the ghost eye activated, the world before him remained pitch black. The tearing sensation in his neck, the entanglement of Yin Qi around him, all persisted as if the activation of the ghost eye hadn't changed anything!

Yang Haoran didn't immediately believe his judgment was wrong. He endured the agonizing pain tormenting his nerves, activated the Yin spirit power within his body, and continuously infused it into his eyes!

As more and more Yin spirit power poured into his eyes, black Yin Qi began to rise from his pitch-black eyes, thickening gradually, burning like two black flames above his eyes.

The world before him began to change. Although he could still feel the evil spirit tearing at his neck and the Yin Qi entangling his body, this pitch-black world gradually brightened.

It was like... the dawn after the dark night.

The appearance of light made Yang Haoran even more certain of his guess. He didn't stop but continued to inject Yin spirit power into his eyes!

His eyes began to sting as he forcibly injected a large amount of Yin spirit power into them in a short time, causing significant damage to Yang Haoran's eyes.

If he were a bit stronger, it wouldn't matter much, because as his strength increased, the ghost eye would also enhance. But now, his actions had gradually exceeded the ghost eye's capacity to bear, hence the stinging sensation in his eyes.

Yang Haoran naturally understood this point, but he had no intention of stopping because compared to his own life, this... ...

Stinging sensation was nothing at all.

Two lines of blood and tears streamed from Yang Haoran's eye sockets. The infusion of a large amount of Yin spirit power had completely exceeded the ghost eye's capacity to bear, causing it to throb as if it were about to explode.

Making such a great sacrifice had yielded significant results. The intense pain in his neck vanished, and the Yin Qi entwined around him disappeared as well, as if they had never existed.

The pitch-black world before him also underwent a transformation, becoming a blood-red, twisted, and unreal realm!

All of this confirmed Yang Haoran's speculation that it was all an illusion, not real. However, he couldn't feel any joy about it.

Although the world before him had changed, it hadn't returned to normal. In other words, he was still trapped in the illusion.

If he continued to inject Yin spirit power into the ghost eye, it might be possible to break the illusion. However, if he did so, his eyes were likely to be permanently damaged, and he would be blind for the rest of his life!

Yang Haoran ceased injecting Yin spirit power into the ghost eye. He glanced at the blood-red world before him, his expression extremely grim.

He knew that with his current strength, it was impossible to break the illusion. It wasn't a matter of trying hard or not; he simply couldn't do it. There was no chance of success at all.

His ghost eye only needed a little more Yin spirit power injected into it to burst completely. It had reached its limit!

Moreover, he didn't truly believe that the bursting of the ghost eye would break the illusion. From the current situation, he was far from breaking the illusion!

He didn't pay attention to the tears of blood flowing continuously from his eye sockets. He looked at his hands, realizing that the box containing the talismans had disappeared long ago.

He inserted his hands into his pockets, only to find that not only had the Death God pendant vanished, but his mobile phone was also gone.

He had placed some hope in the talismans in the wooden box, hoping to at least make an attempt to break the illusion. However, the disappearance of the wooden box dashed his last bit of hope.

When people face difficulties and can't see any hope, they usually fall into despair. Yang Haoran was a normal person, so he was no exception.

However, deep down, Yang Haoran had always possessed a fierce determination: If you won't let me live in peace, then I won't let you either!

In order to better adapt to society and integrate into it, this determination had gradually been buried deep inside him. But no matter how much he disguised himself or wore masks, this determination always existed deep within him and hadn't disappeared due to changes in his environment!

Knowing that he was likely doomed tonight, Yang Haoran became calm. He wiped away the blood stains from his face, his mind racing as he quickly considered what he could do to bite back before he died. Even spitting at the other party would do!

The grim expression gradually faded from his face, replaced by the friendly... ...

Smile. He wiped away the bloodstains from his face and stopped. He had intended to find a tissue to wipe his hands, but he found nothing in the blood-red surroundings.

Helplessly, he wiped the blood from his hands onto his clothes, doing so gently and meticulously.

After doing all this, he casually inserted his hands back into his pockets and looked ahead at the blood-red space where nothing existed, smiling as he spoke, "Old man, have you had enough fun?"

His voice echoed, but received no response, as if he were a lunatic talking to the air.

"Hehe, old man, you've been playing for so long, but I don't see you making a move. Do you want to know something from me, or do you want to get something?"

Yang Haoran's words weren't unreasonable. During the time he was trapped in the illusion, though not long, if the other party wanted to kill him, it would be too easy. A simple knife to his neck would be enough to end his life.

However, the other party hadn't done so yet, indicating that they didn't want him dead for the time being.

Or perhaps, they didn't want him to die so easily; they wanted to torture him!

[Heartfelt thankyou for the support! BokuBoku]

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