Realm of the Night God

Chapter 94: Enthusiastic Public

"These three, could they have escaped from a psychiatric hospital?"

The waitress clutched her mobile phone tightly, looking anxious and torn.

She had been stationed outside the private room, ready to attend to any needs of the customers promptly. However, she hadn't anticipated needing assistance herself. Now, she craved a sense of security.

Facing one lunatic would unsettle anyone, but three at once diminished any sense of security she had left.

The reason the waitress regarded Yang Haoran and his companions as lunatics was their conversation, which no sane person could comprehend or accept. They talked about gods, talismans, murder and concealment, vengeful spirits, monsters devouring humans, and so forth.

Were these topics normal for conversation?

Perhaps normal people might occasionally discuss such matters out of personal interest, but it would merely be idle chatter, nothing more.

However, these three in the private room were different; they spoke with conviction, as if it were all real.

The young waitress, lacking significant life experience and timid by nature, found herself unnerved by the conversation in the room.

It wasn't that she believed in the supernatural; rather, she suspected the trio to be lunatics, which bred fear and discomfort in her.

Therefore, she considered calling the police the most appropriate course of action to handle the situation.

However, she wasn't foolish. Despite suspecting the trio to be lunatics, she acknowledged their rights. After some deliberation, she pocketed her mobile phone, intending to report the matter to their manager.

Regardless of whether the trio were lunatics or not, as long as she reported the matter to her manager, it would no longer be her concern. She only needed to protect herself, keep a safe distance from the lunatics, and avoid getting harmed by them.

Just as she was about to act on this decision, the voice of a woman reached her ears.

"The police? Three lunatics have been found here. I think they're dangerous. You need to come and handle this quickly. If they harm other customers, it'll be a disaster. Who knows what lunatics are capable of!"

"Yes, yes, it sounds like three people. I have no idea where they came from. They're either lunatics or murderers. You should come over. Lives are at stake, and it's your duty!"

"Yes, I understand. I'm aware of the situation. I'm not making a false report. I'm right here..."

Following the voice, the waitress saw that the one calling was a middle-aged woman. She seemed nervous, speaking in a hushed tone. If the waitress hadn't been so close to their table, she wouldn't have heard the woman's call to the police.

The middle-aged woman sat nearby, so she could hear Yang Haoran and his companions' conversation clearly. Despite her husband's objections, she decided to call the police.

"What are you doing, causing such a commotion over dinner!"

Seeing his wife hang up the phone, the husband frowned, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"What do you know! Do you realize how dangerous lunatics can be? They can kill and get away with it!" The middle-aged woman retorted, casting a disdainful glance at her husband.

"If you think it's dangerous, we can leave first. You don't need to make such a fuss!" The man remained dissatisfied.

"You know nothing! We can leave, but what about the other customers in the restaurant? Lunatics are dangerous by nature, and drunk lunatics are even worse!" The middle-aged woman cursed.

"But what if they're not lunatics? Isn't it normal for people to talk nonsense when they're drunk?" The man argued.

"Do you think I've lived for over forty years in vain? Haven't I seen drunk people before? Can't I tell the difference between being drunk and being a lunatic?" The middle-aged woman snapped loudly, seemingly on the verge of exploding at her husband's remarks.

The man wanted to say something more, but seeing the fiery look in his wife's eyes, he swallowed his words, shook his head, sighed, and said nothing more.

As the middle-aged woman called the police, the waitress beside her breathed a sigh of relief. Life was getting better; people could afford to eat well. With more enthusiastic individuals like the middle-aged woman, she felt gratified. It was the presence of such enthusiastic members of society that made the world a better place.

Enthusiasm was a good thing, but acting without understanding the situation could sometimes backfire.

Of course, the blame couldn't entirely fall on the middle-aged woman. If anyone was to blame, it was Yang Haoran and his companions for being careless and forgetting that they were in a restaurant, not at home.

Under normal circumstances, Yang Haoran would have considered this. However, tonight, he had other matters on his mind, so he overlooked this detail.

With the strengthening of his Yin spirit power, he noticed the increasing heaviness of the Yin Qi surrounding him. This Yin Qi wouldn't affect him personally, but it would impact those around him.

Being single at the moment wasn't a concern, as his parents didn't live with him. However, this situation wasn't sustainable in the long run.

Once he saved enough money, he would buy a house and a car, and eventually bring his parents to live with him. Moreover, he planned to marry and have children. If the Yin Qi enveloping him remained unresolved, his family would inevitably suffer its effects, becoming weak and sickly, or even losing their lives. This was not something he wanted to see.

On the day at the Wu Family villa, Yang Haoran couldn't initially sense Wang Yiming's spiritual fluctuations. At that time, he assumed Wang Yiming must have used some method to conceal his own power fluctuations.

Now, he pondered whether the method Wang Yiming had used could affect him. Removing the Yin Qi from his body was impossible; as long as he had Yin spirit power within him, the Yin Qi wouldn't dissipate.

He certainly didn't want to lose his Yin spirit power. He had worked hard to become a Night Watcher, and he wouldn't give up now.

What he desired was to draw the Yin Qi entwined around his body back into himself, thereby preventing it from affecting those around him.

He wanted to speak up, but Wang Yiming and Ma Ling were engrossed in their conversation. Two people who originally had nothing in common found themselves chatting fervently under the influence of alcohol, like long-lost friends. He felt awkward interrupting them directly, so while he joined in their conversation, he also sought an opportunity to inquire.

That was what occupied his mind at the moment. Because he was so preoccupied, he focused all his attention on this matter, completely overlooking the possibility that their loud conversation might cause any issues.

Unbeknownst to him, the police were already on their way.

In order to create an opportunity for himself, Yang Haoran tried to steer the conversation towards Yin Qi. Gradually, the topic of conversation among the three shifted from various bizarre events to his own situation.

"Your Yin Qi seems to have intensified these days. Is it because I'm drunk and sensing it wrong, or have you recently gained strength?" Ma Ling looked at Yang Haoran beside her, smiling tipsily.

"I hadn't noticed until you mentioned it. His Yin Qi has indeed become much heavier. For those in the Yin Division, having heavy Yin Qi is a good thing. It shows that his strength is increasing." Wang Yiming, also looking intoxicated, laughed, a hint of envy apparent in his drunken eyes.

Finally steering the conversation in the desired direction, Yang Haoran felt a sense of relief. Though inwardly pleased, he maintained a somber expression on his face, even offering a wry smile and shaking his head in a pretense of denial.

"Good? What's good about it? Heavy Yin Qi doesn't affect me much, but it greatly impacts those around me."

His voice carried a sense of resignation, as if this matter troubled him greatly.

Yang Haoran's words were half true and half false. While he denied that the intensification of Yin Qi had any benefits, the truth was that it did, albeit with some inconvenience. Such half-truths were the most difficult to discern.

"That's true. The heavy Yin Qi around you does indeed have a significant impact on the people around you, especially those closest to you. They spend every day with you, so they're affected the most," Ma Ling said, lifting her cup and taking a large gulp of white wine before turning to address Yang Haoran.

Yang Haoran nodded with a wry smile, acknowledging Ma Ling's correctness.

Satisfied with Yang Haoran's affirmation, Ma Ling felt pleased. Then, turning to Yang Haoran, she asked, "Are you married?"

As soon as the question left her lips, Ma Ling, who had just taken a large gulp of wine, lifted her cup again. It was clear she loved her liquor.

Yang Haoran shook his head and replied with a smile, "I'm still young. Wouldn't it be too early for me to get married?"

"Pfft!"

Ma Ling couldn't hold back, spitting out the white wine in her mouth. Obviously, Yang Haoran's words had struck a nerve.

"Uncle, you're still young?" Ma Ling couldn't believe it.

"I'm only thirty. Is that not considered young?" Yang Haoran asked with a wry smile.

"Thirty is still considered young? Moreover, you don't even look like you're just thirty," Ma Ling teased.

"Yeah, thirty is old. If you calculate life expectancy to be sixty, you've already lived half your life. At my age of twenty-three, that's what I call young," Wang Yiming joked as well.

Wang Yiming, who usually wore a stern expression, rarely joked, especially after getting drunk. This contrasted sharply with his usual demeanor.

"Don't call me uncle. You're not much better. At twenty-three, you still call that young? As for me, at eighteen, I can be considered young," Ma Ling said proudly, then looked at Yang Haoran again, continuing, "Uncle, since you're not married, do you have a girlfriend?"

Yang Haoran smiled wryly and shook his head again, responding frankly, "No."

"No girlfriend? Perfect!" Ma Ling appeared extremely happy. Yang Haoran looked at her in surprise, wondering if the young girl had taken a liking to him.

Seemingly sensing Yang Haoran's thoughts, Ma Ling quickly explained with a smile, "Don't misunderstand, Uncle. I'm not interested in old fogeys like you. When I said 'perfect,' I meant that since you don't have a girlfriend, you don't need to go looking for one. It's fine to remain single for the rest of your life. With Yin Qi so heavy on you, you shouldn't harm any poor girl."