Chapter 23: The Human Path, Ghostly Road

Chapter 23: The Human Path, Ghostly Road

As Yang Haoran stepped back into the room, Decaying Corpse Granny's eyes betrayed a hint of confusion. Then, she sinisterly chuckled, "Hehehe, young man, are you reluctant to leave Granny?"

Hearing the eerie tone, Yang Haoran trembled even more violently. Consumed by fear, every step he took seemed to drain him of all his strength. He had no energy left to respond to Decaying Corpse Granny.

Even if he had the strength, he lacked the courage to answer. When he usually played tricks, he was always on edge. But now, facing a real ghost, where was the bravery to engage in banter?

He was good at acting and talking big when facing humans, but now it was an entirely different story. He wasn't facing a human; he was facing a ghost. The two couldn't be more distinct.

The unknown often instills fear, and the existence of ghosts strikes deep into the human psyche. Before encountering them, many people wouldn't take them seriously. Even if mentioned occasionally, it was with disdain. However, when faced with a real ghost, even the bravest would be greatly frightened.

Under immense pressure, Yang Haoran unconsciously bit his lip until it bled. But he paid no attention, slowly moving towards Jiang Zhenzhen lying on the ground.

Seeing Yang Haoran's silence, Decaying Corpse Granny's face twisted into a grimace. A horrifying ghostly sound emanated from her mouth, seemingly threatening.

Yang Haoran pretended not to hear or see, increasing his pace towards Jiang Zhenzhen.

As Yang Haoran approached, Decaying Corpse Granny retreated to the side, maintaining a certain distance, neither daring to get too close nor too far.

After what felt like an eternity to Yang Haoran, he finally reached the unconscious Jiang Zhenzhen. Without hesitation, he mustered all his remaining strength and courage, scooping up Jiang Zhenzhen and rushing towards the door!UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m

As he dashed, he yelled loudly, seemingly trying to encourage himself.

Luckily, Jiang Zhenzhen was petite and light, and coupled with Yang Haoran's regular exercise, carrying her didn't burden him much.

The house was small to begin with. With Yang Haoran's swift sprint, the door was within reach. But just then, Decaying Corpse Granny, who had been silent for a while, suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path. Her face, riddled with holes, wore a terrifying grin as she looked at him.

Yang Haoran screamed in terror, his body jerking reflexively. Before he could react, Decaying Corpse Granny, amidst a strange chuckle, sprayed something from her mouth!

A crimson tongue, resembling a poisonous snake, shot out from Decaying Corpse Granny's mouth, aiming straight for his forehead. It was covered in inch-long barbs, clearly sharp enough to tear out his brain if it struck.

Faced with such a horrifying and repulsive tongue, Yang Haoran instinctively recoiled backward!

Footsteps echoed in the hallway, slow and deliberate, as if someone were taking a stroll.

When this voice, tinged with strong sarcasm, fell, a figure appeared at the doorway, capturing the attention of both Yang Haoran and Decaying Corpse Granny.

In the moonlight, the figure's features were indistinguishable, but it was evident that he was somewhat short, comparable in stature to the unconscious Jiang Zhenzhen lying on the ground.

"The hallway is pitch black; how many bulbs does it take to light it up?" the man grumbled discontentedly. Then, with his hands behind his back, he swaggered into the room.

Barely two steps into the room, his foot landed on something soft. Indeed, that soft thing was the middle-aged man's face.

However, unlike Yang Haoran's stumble, the man stepped on the middle-aged man's face as if on solid ground, with no impact on his body. He left a footprint on the man's face.

Without bothering to look at Yang Haoran and Decaying Corpse Granny, the short man rummaged at the doorway and then flicked a switch.

Click!

The room lit up. Previously bathed in moonlight, the living room suddenly became bright. The features of the short man came into view for Yang Haoran and Decaying Corpse Granny.

He appeared to be a seventeen-year-old youth, judging by his looks. However, whether he truly looked seventeen or just appeared so was uncertain.

The youth looked quite young, but his appearance left much to be desired. His sharp features were far from commendable; if judged by appearance, he was inferior to Yang Haoran. However, he had a distinctive appearance that stood out. Yang Haoran was an ordinary presence that would blend into a crowd, but this youth would stand out even in a sea of people.

Judging from the youth's demeanor, he was either an adept or a lunatic. Before seeing the youth's appearance, Yang Haoran was certain he had encountered an adept. A surge of hope swelled within his despairing heart.

However, when the youth turned on the light, Yang Haoran couldn't help but lean towards the latter possibility. The hope that had just arisen within him vanished instantly, replaced once again by despair.

It wasn't a case of Yang Haoran judging by appearances; it was just that this fellow with his sharp features didn't look like an adept at all. He seemed more like a swindler from the martial world. If Yang Haoran and he stood together, no one would suspect Yang Haoran's identity as a "master"; instead, they would curse the youth as a charlatan!

Well, at this moment, Yang Haoran indeed judged by appearances. Blame it on this sudden appearance of a fellow who looked utterly unconvincing.

However, what Yang Haoran didn't know was that the appearance of this youth, who looked like a swindler, would completely change his life. It was because of this youth's appearance that his life underwent a radical transformation. From then on, he would be exposed to a different world.