Realm of the Night God

Chapter 63: Its You!

Walking through the passage lined with a crimson carpet, everything before Yang Haoran's eyes dazzled him.

It was a lavishly decorated hall, with various majestic furnishings that left Yang Haoran somewhat overwhelmed. Though he didn't recognize the brands of these furnishings, judging from their colors, they must have been quite valuable.

It was hard to imagine that walking from a dilapidated house into a rock wall would lead to such a luxurious hall. Over the years, Yang Haoran had visited a few wealthy households in his capacity as a swindler, but the difference in decor between those homes and the hall before him was like night and day.

In the hall, aside from Yang Haoran, several people had already arrived. Some were sitting on sofas smoking, while others were pouring themselves fine spirits from the liquor cabinet.

Among these people, Yang Haoran recognized some of them. They were dressed in black robes, temple priests from the South Lake Death God Temple. There were also two individuals similarly dressed in Death God Temple robes, whom he didn't recognize. They seemed to be temple priests from other Death God Temples within the Lecheng region.

Yang Haoran's appearance caught the attention of these temple priests. When they saw it was Yang Haoran, a smile immediately appeared on the faces of the temple priests from the South Lake Death God Temple.

"Xiao Yang, come over here quickly and take a seat," one of the temple priests beckoned to Yang Haoran with a smile.

Yang Haoran, wearing a smile, nodded and walked towards the person.

Upon reaching the person, he didn't immediately sit down casually. Instead, he took out cigarettes and offered them to the others one by one.

"Heh, these cigarettes are a bit lacking, please excuse me," Yang Haoran said apologetically as he distributed the cigarettes.

"Not at all, we're all family here, no need to be so polite. Come, sit down quickly."

The temple priest who welcomed Yang Haoran accepted the cigarette and spoke, shifting his position to indicate for Yang Haoran to sit.

Although they were all part of the Night Watch, Yang Haoran appeared extremely courteous in front of these temple priests. His behavior was deliberate; he knew the reasons behind it.

Every circle has its own rules. If a newcomer stands out too much, it's definitely not a good thing and could even lead to unnecessary trouble. Being polite and humble, lowering one's posture as much as possible, is the key to fitting into such circles quickly and effectively.

Yang Haoran had wandered outside for over a decade, encountering all sorts of people and situations, experiencing arrogance, ostentation, foolishness, and enduring many setbacks. These experiences gradually smoothed his rough edges and taught him to be discreet, humble, and how to adapt quickly to a circle.

"Xiao Yang, let me introduce you to..."

One of the temple priests began introducing Yang Haoran. Since there were two temple priests among them whom Yang Haoran didn't know, the temple priests from the South Lake Death God Temple, with a favorable impression of Yang Haoran, took the initiative to introduce them without waiting for Yang Haoran to ask.

Each time someone was introduced, Yang Haoran would stand up and bow, showing great courtesy. This attitude naturally left a good impression on the two individuals.

After the introductions, they began chatting, with the topic naturally revolving around undead and evil spirits.

Yang Haoran didn't interrupt recklessly but listened attentively. Although they were just chatting, some of the topics were quite helpful to him, broadening his horizons.

However, he didn't stay completely silent either. Occasionally, he would grasp the essence of the conversation and chime in, making the conversation more lively and ensuring others noticed his presence, avoiding being ignored.

Before fully integrating into a circle, it's best to speak less because more talk leads to more mistakes. Without understanding each other's personalities, the more one speaks, the more mistakes they're likely to make, ultimately leaving a bad impression.

However, staying silent isn't advisable either. If one doesn't speak at all, they could easily be overlooked, which wouldn't benefit their integration into the circle.

Knowing when to speak and what to say is crucial; it could make friends or enemies.

Fortunately, Yang Haoran was experienced in such matters. He handled them with ease, speaking only a few words, yet these two new temple priests grew more fond of him.

While they were chatting, more people entered the hall from the passage, all dressed in Death God Temple robes.

In the Lecheng region, including Yang Haoran, there were a total of sixteen members in the Night Watch. Fourteen of them were temple priests from the Death God Temple, while only two were not; they operated guerrilla-style outside.

Yang Haoran didn't know who the other guerrilla member was like him, but he was curious and eager to find out. If they could establish good relations as fellow guerrilla members, perhaps they could help each other out in the future. After all, he was still a newcomer, and having an experienced companion would undoubtedly make his endeavors much more efficient.

Yang Haoran's mind was filled with curiosity as time passed slowly, and all the Night Watch members who were temple priests had gathered. Yet, this individual hadn't shown up. This only piqued his interest further.

From the others, Yang Haoran learned that this Night Watch member was a young and beautiful woman, described as exceptionally stunning. He was eager to see if she truly matched the descriptions of the temple priests as a rare beauty.

Of course, Yang Haoran couldn't help but feel a bit hopeful. After all, he was currently lacking a girlfriend, and if he could establish a relationship with her, it would be quite fortunate.

However, he knew his place well. Even if he found her attractive, she likely wouldn't feel the same way about him, especially considering her stunning beauty. Realistically, he didn't stand much of a chance.

Although he was aware of this, he couldn't help but hold onto a glimmer of hope. They were both part of the Night Watch, and sometimes, proximity could lead to opportunities.

As Yang Haoran was lost in these thoughts, a temple priest beside him lightly nudged him. Snapping out of his reverie, before he could inquire, the temple priest spoke first.

"She's here, she's here."

She's here?

Naturally, Yang Haoran understood what that meant. With curiosity brimming in his mind, he looked towards the exit of the passage.

At first glance, everything seemed fine. But upon closer inspection, the smile on his face froze.

Seeing Yang Haoran's expression, the nearby Night Watch member smirked knowingly, teasing, "Isn't she beautiful? I wasn't lying, was I? Even I was taken aback the first time I saw her beauty. Her looks and figure are impeccable, but her temper leaves much to be desired."

From the Night Watch member's words, it seemed that Yang Haoran's expression had frozen because he was stunned by the woman's beauty.

However, reality was quite different!

Indeed, the woman was stunningly beautiful, with delicate features, a lovely face, flawless skin, and an impeccable figure. But what shocked Yang Haoran wasn't her appearance; it was that he recognized her!

To be precise, he couldn't say he knew her; he had only seen her before, twice, with the most recent encounter being last night. Though they had only exchanged a few words each time, each word had struck a chord deep within him.

Before last night, they had met once outside the hospital's morgue. Again, despite exchanging only a few words, each one had been piercing.

Yang Haoran had never imagined that the other Night Watch member fighting guerrilla-style alongside him would be this woman!

He felt like the air suddenly became still. At this moment, Yang Haoran felt completely lost. This woman's face, which he found extremely unpleasant, left him speechless for a moment.

No, he didn't despise her face; he despised her arrogance, her disdainful expression, and her personality.

Just as the Night Watch member had said, although she was beautiful, her temper was notoriously bad. Yang Haoran didn't need anyone to tell him; he had experienced it firsthand.

The Night Watch members, with their heightened senses, probably felt something when Yang Haoran kept staring at the woman. She seemed to sense something too; her displeasure was evident as she furrowed her brow and glanced towards Yang Haoran's direction.

Undoubtedly, when her gaze fell upon Yang Haoran, her reaction mirrored his initial shock!

After the momentary surprise, the woman regained her composure, but her brow furrowed even more tightly, and her expression became rather unpleasant.

"Freak! It's you!"

Upon hearing this, the other Night Watch members were momentarily stunned, glancing between Yang Haoran and the woman.

From the expressions of Yang Haoran and the woman, it seemed they knew each other. But being both part of the Night Watch and non-temple priest Night Watch members, their acquaintance seemed to run deeper than a mere familiarity.

At this moment, both Yang Haoran and the woman understood one thing: why they had sensed such strong Yin Qi from each other. It was because they were both Night Watch members, part of the same organization, the same unit!