Chapter 37: Death Mark Seal

Chapter 37: Death Mark Seal

Yin Division, an institution governing all spirits of the dead.

Death God, the chief deity of Yin Division, also the sole divine entity of Yin Division.

Yang Haoran, as a follower of the Death God, may not know much about Yin Division, but he is aware of these two points.

Deng Feng informed him that from now on, he would belong to Yin Division. This revelation shook Yang Haoran to his core. According to Deng Feng's words, was he to become a servant of death?

Contemplating this, Yang Haoran felt an overwhelming excitement, a fervor that he couldn't conceal, evident on his face!

Deng Feng naturally noticed the excitement on his face. He smirked coldly, then rose and tapped his finger on Yang Haoran's forehead.

Caught off guard by this sudden gesture, Yang Haoran reflexively tried to dodge, only to be halted by Deng Feng's stern reprimand.

"Don't move!"

The command thundered in Yang Haoran's mind, causing his vision to darken, a sensation of almost fainting washing over him. However, he obeyed Deng Feng's instruction without a single twitch.

Yang Haoran didn't even entertain the thought that Deng Feng might harm him. With Deng Feng's abilities, could he even escape if harm was intended?

The answer was undoubtedly no. So, Yang Haoran simply stood still, as if ripe for the picking.

Deng Feng's hand lingered on Yang Haoran's forehead. He felt a chilling coldness emanating from Deng Feng's fingertips, piercing into his forehead and spreading throughout his body, sending shivers down his spine.

The coldness came as swiftly as it vanished. Before Yang Haoran could fully comprehend it, it was gone.

Simultaneously, Deng Feng withdrew his finger from Yang Haoran's forehead.

"Alright, take him away and teach him the rules," Deng Feng said indifferently, his voice carrying a hint of weariness. It was evident that the gesture he made towards Yang Haoran earlier wasn't as effortless as it seemed.

Master Jiang knew Deng Feng's words were directed at him. He nodded hastily and, pulling the still dazed Yang Haoran, began to leave.

However, at that moment, Deng Feng spoke again, his voice laced with coldness.

"In the future, don't try any clever tricks in front of me. I don't appreciate it."

Master Jiang didn't waste any words either. He simply took out a mirror and placed it in front of Yang Haoran. Yang Haoran looked at the mirror on the table, curiosity evident in his eyes.

Although Yang Haoran's miscellaneous shop didn't have a TV, he did have a mobile phone. Occasionally, when he had time, he would use it to watch TV or read novels. So when he saw Master Jiang take out a mirror without a word, he reflexively thought that maybe it was some treasure, perhaps a gift for him, as often depicted in movies and novels.

With a curious heart, he couldn't help but feel excited. He even imagined scenes of himself wielding the mirror as a weapon, a strong sense of adventure filling his mind.

However, what puzzled him was that the mirror looked utterly ordinary. It didn't emit any divine light, nor did it appear rusty as described in novels. It was just plain, so plain that even the price tag hadn't been removed. It didn't seem like any treasure at all.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Yang Haoran was about to ask, but Master Jiang spoke before him.

"Take a look at your forehead with the mirror first."

"My forehead? What's wrong with my forehead?" Yang Haoran looked puzzled, then picked up the mirror on the table and aimed it at his face.

A familiar but utterly ordinary face appeared in the mirror, no different from usual. He even checked his forehead specifically, but there was nothing unusual.

Before Yang Haoran could ask, Master Jiang pointed to the center of his forehead and spoke, "Take a closer look."

Following Master Jiang's instructions, Yang Haoran looked at himself in the mirror again. This time, his brow furrowed, his expression changing suddenly.

There was a dark lump at the center of his forehead, about the size of a pinky finger, resembling a mole but not quite.

Yang Haoran swore he had never had anything like this on his forehead, not even in his dreams. Now, suddenly having this thing, he immediately thought of Deng Feng's finger pointing at his forehead.

With a mixture of surprise and apprehension, Yang Haoran brought the mirror closer and realized that the dark lump on his forehead wasn't a mole but a pattern formed by black lines, resembling the Death God Statue.

"This is..." Yang Haoran widened his eyes, looking at Master Jiang.

"This is a curse seal, a seal that grants you special powers. It's the divine envoy's gift to you. Only with this seal can you be considered a member of the Yin Division. We identify each other by whether there's a seal of our god on the forehead. Now, I'll teach you how to activate the power of the Death Mark Seal."

With that, Master Jiang proceeded to teach Yang Haoran how to use the Death Mark Seal.

Though Yang Haoran had a good learning ability, it still took him a whole hour to activate the Death Mark Seal, even with someone guiding him. If it weren't for Master Jiang's guidance, it wouldn't have been easy to successfully activate it, and it was difficult to say how much time it would have taken.

"To possess power, you must understand how to activate the Death Mark Seal. Without understanding the corresponding activation methods, you cannot successfully activate the Death Mark Seal. Even if you have the Death Mark Seal, it's just for show. If you try to forcefully activate it without understanding the method, the Death Mark Seal will explode, with a power greater than a grenade. Not only will you fail to obtain special powers, but you'll also risk your life," Master Jiang explained after Yang Haoran successfully activated the Death Mark Seal.

Yang Haoran nodded gratefully, while Master Jiang paused for a moment before continuing, "Use the mirror to take another look at the Death Mark Seal on your forehead. See if there's anything different."