Chapter 208: Guarding Against Dark Schemes

Yang Haoran certainly wasn't foolish enough to believe Duda's nonsense. He wouldn't trust that dog's fart of a deal, even if it meant his life. Dealing with such an old fox, a slight misstep could lead to entanglement, and there was even a chance of being played to death. Yang Haoran had almost died at Duda's hands before, and now, having barely saved his own life, he wasn't about to play games with it.

Although Duda felt utterly desperate after Yang Haoran's words, he had no intention of giving up. He wanted to say more, but Yang Haoran had no intention of listening. He directly sealed Duda's soul into the soul-gathering bead and tore through space, returning to the now-ruined ghost building.

Even though the ghost building had turned into ruins, the special seal targeting Zhong Siyu still existed. As long as this seal remained unbroken, Zhong Siyu couldn't leave the ghost building.

As Yang Haoran tore through space and appeared in the ghost building, Zhong Siyu sat on a wooden plank, idly swinging her legs.

Seeing Yang Haoran, her soul distorted for a moment, then vanished. When she reappeared, she was in front of Yang Haoran.

"Hehe, how did it go?" Zhong Siyu looked at Yang Haoran, a sinister smile on her face.

Though not explicitly stated, Yang Haoran understood the meaning behind Zhong Siyu's words.

With a friendly smile on his face, Yang Haoran waved his hand, pulling Duda out from the soul-gathering bead.

Duda's soul was still bound by chains formed from Yin spirit power. With these chains, Duda had no ability to escape.

"Hehe, I knew this old guy couldn't escape from your hands," Zhong Siyu said with a sinister smile, looking at Yang Haoran. Her gaze toward Duda's soul revealed greed.

Zhong Siyu had a delicate and cute face, but the crazy, sinister smile on her face didn't evoke a sense of cuteness. Instead, it sent chills down the spine, emanating a constant aura of danger.

"How do you plan to deal with him?" Yang Haoran asked Zhong Siyu with a smile.

Zhong Siyu looked at Yang Haoran and replied, "What do you think I should do with him?"

"It's best to devour him. I won't be at ease until I see his soul scattered," Yang Haoran suggested.

As these words left his mouth, Duda's expression turned ugly. He wanted to say something, but before he could, Zhong Siyu, clad in blood-red clothes, appeared in front of him.

Without a word, Zhong Siyu opened her mouth and sucked. Duda's soul twisted, then turned into white smoke, directly sucked into her body.

Licking her lips, Zhong Siyu, with an unsatisfied expression, smirked, "The soul of a spirit master is as delicious as that of an Underworld Envoy. Both are great nourishment for me. This old immortal is quite a formidable character among spirit masters. Even if his soul is weak, it still fundamentally differs from other ordinary souls."

He had no idea what this peculiar blood-red eye was. If he were to confront Zhong Siyu, he didn't know what impact this blood-red eye might have on him. It was an unknown variable.

Yang Haoran was able to survive until now largely due to the decisive role played by this blood-red eye. If this mysterious eye hadn't continuously absorbed the Yin Qi released by the Death Mark Seals, he would have perished long ago.

Yet, what made him feel wary and threatened now was precisely this enigmatic blood-red eye.

Seeing Yang Haoran's silence, Zhong Siyu's sinister smile froze, followed by a displeased expression.

"Uncle, don't think staying silent means everything is fine. That would be underestimating me. You've fulfilled one part of our agreement, but there's another part you shouldn't forget," Zhong Siyu said with a slightly colder tone than before.

Compared to before, Zhong Siyu's words now carried a hint of chill.

Although Zhong Siyu appeared young, that was only her appearance before death, indicating that she died at a young age. After so many years since her death, Yang Haoran could easily call her an aunt.

However, she still looked young, resembling a teenage girl. In contrast, Yang Haoran, with his stubble, exuded maturity and stability. Calling him uncle didn't feel awkward at all.

Yet, if Yang Haoran were to call her aunt, it would be quite odd.

Yang Haoran observed the changes in Zhong Siyu's expression, maintaining his smile while strengthening his vigilance.

As an Underworld Envoy, he had to be cautious of Zhong Siyu, a malevolent spirit, regardless of their shared interests.

In Zhong Siyu's eyes, he, as an Underworld Envoy, was also a great source of nourishment!

"I never intended to break my word. Since I promised to help you break the seal here, I will definitely do it," Yang Haoran replied with a sincere tone, his smile genuine.

Upon hearing Yang Haoran's words, the coldness on Zhong Siyu's face disappeared, and her iconic sinister smile reappeared. Her gaze towards Yang Haoran seemed to soften.

However, just at this moment, something unimaginable happened. Yang Haoran's practiced Hypnotic Soul Technique was unexpectedly triggered passively by Zhong Siyu, the malevolent spirit!

The sudden occurrence of this event was anything but good news in Yang Haoran's eyes!