Chapter 250: Dare You Hit Me!

The female ghost hid inside the room, and both Master Wu and the young woman turned their gaze towards Yang Haoran.

"Let's go, take a look inside."

Yang Haoran smiled and spoke, his hands instinctively inserted into his pockets as he walked towards the dilapidated house's entrance.

Seeing Yang Haoran about to enter, Master Wu signaled to the young woman, who hurriedly ran to the door and opened it.

A foul stench hit them as they entered. The smell made the young woman instinctively pinch her nose, and she couldn't help but fan the air with a jade hand.

Yang Haoran didn't have as strong a reaction as the woman. His expression remained unchanged, and a gentle smile adorned his face as he entered the room.

Inside the room, a young boy cowered in the corner, embraced by the female ghost. Tears streamed down her face, but these tears were transformed Yin Qi, dissipated after separating from her soul body.

In another corner, Song Laoyao remained trapped in an illusion. His face was full of fear, a cut on his head oozing blood, with tears and mucus covering his face. Apart from him and the female ghost, no one knew what he was experiencing.

"Mom, don't cry."

The little boy reached out his dirty hand, attempting to wipe away his mother's tears. His movements were practiced, indicating he had done this many times before.

Every time he wiped away his mother's tears before, she would muster a smile, pat his head, and reassure him that everything was fine. However, this time, his small hand didn't touch his mother's face; it passed through, and his mother cried even harder.

"Mom, why can't I touch your face? They all say you're dead. Is this what happens after you die?"

The female ghost didn't answer, only shedding more tears.

The young woman couldn't bear the scene. Through the ghost eye, she could see the pain the female ghost experienced before death. Now witnessing this, she felt her nose tingle, and her eyes moistened.

Master Wu sighed softly, choosing not to say anything.

In fact, Master Wu had deep feelings about this. If he hadn't met Yang Haoran, his lifespan would have ended in a few more years. At that time, like the female ghost, he would become a ghost without a physical body, forever separated from his family. Even if he could see them, he wouldn't be able to touch them.

Yang Haoran's appearance changed everything. Although he couldn't reverse his age, having Yin spirit power slowed down his aging process. It allowed him to live a bit longer, and this time would increase with his growing strength.

Compared to the female ghost in front of him, Yang Haoran considered himself fortunate. However, this fortune didn't come without a cost; sometimes, he even had to sacrifice his life.

Yang Haoran's reaction remained unchanged. His perspective differed from Master Wu and the young woman. In his eyes, as long as the soul didn't scatter, it wasn't true death.

The malnourished and injured boy in the arms of an evil spirit would only weaken further. Yang Haoran thought of advising the female ghost to let the child go for his well-being but hesitated and decided against it.

He had experienced the pain of losing loved ones, so he could empathize with the female ghost's helplessness and despair. Perhaps, not hugging the child a little more tonight would mean never having the chance again. Even if she reincarnated, it would be a fresh start, and she wouldn't remember the boy.

Song Laoyao was clearly trapped in an illusion, unaware of what was happening in reality. Even a Night Watch, let alone a Burial Master, would understand this.

But their boss acted like he knew nothing, didn't see anything, and willingly walked into the range of Song Laoyao's punches and kicks. Song Laoyao swung a punch, and Yang Haoran, giving the reason that Song Laoyao wanted to hit him, nearly kicked him to death. Yet, he acted like Song Laoyao initiated the attack.

The young woman was also stunned by Yang Haoran's actions. Her eyes were red, still immersed in the tragic fate of the female ghost and her son. She hadn't expected her boss to suddenly stage such a scene.

As for the female ghost and the little boy, they were utterly dumbfounded. After looking at Yang Haoran and then at the bloodied Song Laoyao embedded in the wall, they couldn't utter a word.

"Wow, this guy is really tricky. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have suffered a big loss. Don't mind me, just do whatever you need to do." Yang Haoran smiled apologetically at the mother and son, and spoke.

This excuse wouldn't fool even a ghost, but Yang Haoran didn't feel embarrassed at all. However, the female ghost regained her senses because of Yang Haoran's words.

"Xiaokang, come here."

The female ghost floated over to Yang Haoran with the dirty little boy and then knelt down without saying a word.

"Xiaokang, quickly kneel down for Uncle."

The little boy didn't know what was going on, but he clearly listened to his mother. Without any hesitation, he knelt down in front of Yang Haoran.

This sudden scene made Yang Haoran's smile freeze for a moment. He quickly turned his body, avoiding the kneeling from the mother and son.

Seeing Yang Haoran not accepting their kneeling, the female ghost panicked and quickly spoke, "Divine envoy, please help us, help my child."

Yang Haoran's once smiling face became somewhat awkward. He waved his hand, and a force lifted the child and the female ghost from the ground.

"Speak if you have something to say. I don't know if anyone would think I have a hobby of bullying women and children. Tell me, how do you want me to help you? But our Yin Division has its rules, and my assistance is limited."

Yang Haoran had never cared about the past life of the undead he guided. However, tonight, he was bored on the rooftop, opened his ghost eye, and saw the female ghost and the child's plight, which led to the earlier kick to Song Laoyao.

"Divine envoy, can I still come back to life? I don't want to leave my child. He's only four years old. Without me, he'll struggle to survive. Please, divine envoy, have mercy and let me live again." The female ghost pleaded, tears streaming down her face, looking pitiful.

Young woman didn't react much to the request; she seemed temporarily unaware of the implications. On the other hand, Master Wu's response differed. He remained composed, his brow slightly furrowed. However, he said nothing, standing respectfully.

Yang Haoran's expression remained unchanged. It seemed that the female ghost's request was entirely within his expectations.

"I'm sorry; I've already mentioned it. Yin Division has its rules. There are things I can do, but there are also things I cannot."

Chapter 251: I Promise You