Chapter 112: No Turning Back

Chapter 112: No Turning Back

Yang Haoran's sudden transformation left Xu Meijing with no need for inquiry; she knew the reason behind it.

However, despite her intense dislike for this man who seemed eager to vanish from her sight, there was no joy in her heart at his tears. Instead, an indescribable sense of melancholy crept in.

As Yang Haoran, in a brief daze, charged madly towards the corpse puppets emerging from the house, his speed was such that it seemed he feared losing something invaluable if he slowed down, reaching them in the blink of an eye.

Xu Meijing, too, reacted, but her attempt to intervene was futile. Yang Haoran, with a swift motion, embraced one of the corpse puppets, drawing them close.

"Father!!!"

"Mother!!!"

Yang Haoran's heart-wrenching cries echoed, and as he held his parents, he lost all control over his emotions. Tears poured down like a torrential rain.

In that moment, his mind held no memories of yesteryears, no scenes of childhood innocence, no mischievous antics followed by reprimands, no recollection of the sacrifices his parents made for him in adulthood, no motherly nagging, no paternal sternness. His mind was blank, devoid of any thought.

All that remained was an overwhelming surge of emotions, an inexplicable pain, and sorrow.

In that moment, he wept like a child, a child grievously wronged.

His current state infected Xu Meijing with emotions, yet he couldn't influence the two in his embrace.

As Yang Haoran wept uncontrollably, Father Yang and Mother Yang opened their mouths, revealing sharp, jagged teeth, sinking them into Yang Haoran's shoulders.

The excruciating pain caused Yang Haoran to shudder, but he didn't cry out or push his parents away, holding them firmly.

Observing this, Xu Meijing's expression shifted, intending to intervene. She knew Yang Haoran wouldn't harm even his clan members; hurting his parents was beyond him. If she didn't act swiftly, Yang Haoran's parents would drain him of his blood in moments.

Unwilling to witness such a scene, Xu Meijing moved to act, but before she could, Father Yang and Mother Yang released their hold, their faces contorted in agony, their mouths emitting hoarse cries. They forcibly broke free from Yang Haoran's embrace.

Simultaneously, as the other corpse puppets emerged from the house, they, too, noticed Yang Haoran, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust, charging towards him.

However, before they could reach him, two figures collided with them!

These figures were none other than Father Yang and Mother Yang!

The corpse puppets engaged in a savage struggle, an unprecedented occurrence. Yet, in this moment, Father Yang and Mother Yang shielded Yang Haoran from the other corpse puppets.

"The reason your parents still retain a shred of consciousness is that the necrosis in their bodies hasn't fully spread, their souls not completely dispersed. Your appearance awakened the remnants of their consciousness. But...this situation won't last long. At most...a few minutes. I'm sorry, I can't help you."

Xu Meijing's soft words shattered the last glimmer of hope in Yang Haoran's heart.

In truth, Yang Haoran understood these theoretical concepts, but in his current state, he couldn't possibly consider them. His instincts told him that Xu Meijing, with her superior strength, might have a solution.

However, his hopes were just that—hopes. He didn't genuinely believe Xu Meijing could save his parents; he merely wished she could.

Yet, often reality and our idealized hopes diverge drastically. Instead of the desired outcome, we are confronted with the one we dread the most.

Seeing Yang Haoran's distraught state, Xu Meijing felt a pang of sympathy. She wanted to offer him some words of comfort, but at that moment, a hoarse voice emanated from Mother Yang, who was struggling on the ground.

"Haoran..."

The sound was unsettling, yet to Yang Haoran, it was akin to heavenly music.

"Mom..." Yang Haoran first froze, then filled with joy, turned to Mother Yang on the ground and embraced her, excitedly shouting, "Mom! Mom! You're awake! You're finally awake!"

Mother Yang's face contorted in pain; she continued to struggle on the ground, seemingly no different from before. However, there was a hint of humanity in her bloodshot eyes, a quality absent before.

"Child...marriage...children...continue...our lineage...I..."

Her words were fragmented, uttered with what seemed like her last ounce of strength.

Before she could finish, the trace of humanity in her eyes vanished completely. Her eyes once again became bloodthirsty and cruel. She opened her mouth, revealing sharp teeth, and lunged at Yang Haoran's neck!

At the same time, Father Yang, who had been struggling beside her, ceased his struggles. After a violent roar, he crouched like a spider on the ground, his gaze bloodthirsty as he launched himself at Yang Haoran, aiming for his face with open jaws.

Xu Meijing inwardly cursed; the sudden change in Father Yang and Mother Yang meant only one thing—their souls had dissipated completely. They had become full-fledged corpse puppets!

They were no longer the parents they once were; they wouldn't remember Yang Haoran as their son. In their eyes, Yang Haoran was merely fresh meat walking before them. If Yang Haoran didn't resist, he would undoubtedly perish under their sharp teeth!

Would Yang Haoran resist?

From the current situation, Xu Meijing was worried he wouldn't. She felt Yang Haoran wouldn't resist, which prompted her to act decisively.

With a swift motion, thick black chains as thick as arms appeared around Father Yang and Mother Yang, binding them securely. Ignoring Yang Haoran's protests, she forcibly expelled the two from the Yin Qi shield.