Chapter 317: She Deserves to Die (Patreon)

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The scenes from the little girl's death played in the young man's mind like a fast-forwarded movie, from how Fifth Sister deceived the girl to how she ruthlessly killed her, nothing was omitted.

The more the young man watched, the more shocked and unbelieving he became.

As the Death Mark Seal disappeared from his forehead, his eyes returned to normal.

Having witnessed the entire process, he felt like a long time had passed, but in reality, it was just a fleeting moment.

Yang Haoran looked at the young man with a complex expression, then waved his hand, releasing the chains that bound him.

Without the restraint of chains, the young man regained his freedom, but he didn't struggle like before, nor did he roar loudly at Yang Haoran. Instead, he sat on the ground, limp, as if his body had been emptied in an instant.

At this moment, the young man's heart was deeply conflicted. He hadn't expected Fifth Sister to be so heartless and cruel, to drown a little girl alive in a sack, especially considering that the girl was her neighbor whom she had watched grow up.

Recalling the girl's desperate struggles and cries inside the bag, his heart twisted in pain.

He wasn't the little girl, but he could feel her despair, fear, and the agony of water filling her mouth and nose.

He felt sympathy and sorrow for the girl's ordeal, but at the same time, he didn't approve of the actions of the girl and Yang Haoran. So, at this moment, he was torn and conflicted.

"Now, how do you see this matter? Do you think that woman deserves to die?" Yang Haoran asked the young man, looking at him sitting on the ground with a complex expression.

"She does deserve to die, but... you have no right to take her life. Her crimes will be judged by the law, not by you," the young man insisted on his principles, but the girl's plight had softened his demeanor.

"You're right. I have no right to judge her, but it wasn't me who killed her. It was a coincidence, heavenly will. What does it have to do with me?" Yang Haoran chuckled.

The young man looked at Yang Haoran with a complex expression, opened his mouth, but in the end, said nothing.

"There was quite a commotion just now, and the workers here have been awakened. I'll leave now, feel free," Yang Haoran said as he disappeared into a spatial crack, leaving the still conflicted young man behind.

When the previous barrier was in place, the workers couldn't perceive any disturbance, but once it disappeared, everything changed. Moreover, the noise made by Fifth Sister before her death was substantial, undoubtedly waking up the workers in this area. Therefore, Yang Haoran had no intention of staying here any longer.

Watching Yang Haoran vanish into the space crack, the young man slowly stood up. At this point, he could tell that Yang Haoran wasn't a Spirit Master but an Underworld Envoy, given the unique Ghost Eye technique, exclusive to the Yin Division.

To the young man, an Underworld Envoy with such formidable strength was unlikely to be a Night Watch, most likely a Burial Master. However, based on his knowledge, the Burial Master in Ancheng wasn't male.

A commotion came from the direction of the workers' dormitory, and a worker rushed out, wanting to see what had happened outside.

Seeing this, the young man looked at Fifth Sister impaled on the rebar with a complicated expression, then picked up the fallen Bagua mirror from the ground and disappeared into the night.

Lecheng, Yang Haoran's study.

After tearing through space multiple times, Yang Haoran returned to his study.

The moment he appeared in the study, he sensed a fluctuation of Yin Qi and power. However, this power fluctuation didn't come from the second floor, but from the third floor.

He sensed the presence of the other party, and the other party also sensed his presence. In just a few breaths, a figure appeared outside the study.

The visitor was none other than Old Wu.

Yang Haoran habitually smiled as he looked at Old Wu and said, "Old Wu, I didn't expect you to personally guard this place. Thank you for your trouble."

"Hehe, I don't feel at ease letting others guard here," Old Wu said with a smile, walking into the study.

Although Yang Haoran only took the second floor, Master Wu had already made preparations on the third floor, ready to accommodate anyone at any time. However, he usually didn't live there.

It's not that he didn't want to stay here; rather, because Yang Haoran hadn't explicitly mentioned it, he didn't dare to stay on the third floor without permission. If it weren't for Yang Haoran's specific instructions this time, he wouldn't have stayed on the third floor.

"Old Wu, you've been considerate. Please, have a seat."

Yang Haoran smiled as he spoke, turned on the lights, brewed a pot of tea, poured a cup for Master Wu, and another for himself.

"Why is the person in the room so quiet?" Yang Haoran asked with a smile after taking a sip of tea, addressing Old Wu.

The reason he asked this question was that the room where the serpent demon was located was unusually quiet. There was no noise from the serpent demon, which struck him as peculiar.

Before leaving, he had set up a barrier in the room. Barriers came in various types, including soundproof, concealing, offensive, defensive, and more. The barrier he placed in the serpent demon's room was meant to confine her. In other words, although the serpent demon was within the barrier, she could hear external sounds and sense external power fluctuations. She just couldn't walk out of the barrier.

When Yang Haoran returned from Ancheng, even though he had maximally concealed his Yin Qi and internal power fluctuations, there was still a certain level of power fluctuation emanating. The serpent demon should have sensed it.

According to Yang Haoran's estimation, his appearance would undoubtedly trigger a barrage of angry words from the serpent demon. However, he didn't expect the serpent demon to remain completely silent.

Yang Haoran wasn't concerned that the serpent demon had escaped. The intact barrier indicated that the serpent demon was still in the room. It was her subdued reaction that intrigued him.

Hearing this, Old Wu carefully took the tea, then smiled and said, "Oh, she spent the whole day cursing in the room, maybe she got tired of it."

"So, that's why it's so quiet." Yang Haoran chuckled.

Old Wu didn't know much about the serpent demon's situation, but he didn't inquire about anything related to her. Instead, he shifted the conversation to Yang Haoran's recent trip to Ancheng.

"Did the trip go smoothly?"

Yang Haoran nodded and, with a smile, said, "Reasonably smooth. By the way, speaking of that, I happen to have something I need you to take care of."

"Boss, you're too polite. Whatever you need, just give the order," Master Wu said with a smile.

"In Ancheng, there's a construction site where the workers aren't getting paid. See if you can use your connections to help them out," Yang Haoran said with a smile.

Master Wu's face showed a surprised expression. He hadn't expected that Yang Haoran's request would be such a small matter.

Although he was surprised, Master Wu didn't question Yang Haoran's decision. He spoke, "There are many construction sites in Ancheng. Which specific one are you referring to?"

"I don't know the exact location, but tonight, a woman died at the construction site, impaled on rebar," Yang Haoran explained.

Master Wu nodded. This piece of information was sufficient for him.

"Boss, rest assured. I'll take care of it first thing in the morning when it's bright," Master Wu assured.

"I trust you to handle things. Boss, is there anything else?" Master Wu respectfully asked.

"I might have to go out again when it gets bright. I don't know how long it will take to return. If you're willing, you can stay here and take care of Xiaokang for me," Yang Haoran said.

Upon hearing this, Master Wu's face immediately lit up with joy.

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