Realm of the Night God

The last time Yang Haoran entered Ye Zhiqiu's room, the floor was littered with cigarette butts and beer bottles, and the entire room was permeated with an indescribable stench.

Yang Haoran had thought that this time entering the room would be the same, so he took a deep breath outside the door in advance.

To be honest, even if Ye Zhiqiu's room was smelly, it would never be as bad as the stench of corpses. When the Yangjia Bay suffered a great disaster, the stench of corpses filled the sky, and at that time, Yang Haoran was able to endure it because he didn't have the mood to care about the foul odor, and his attention was not focused on the stench.

However, it's different now. He doesn't have other things to distract his attention, and as soon as he enters Ye Zhiqiu's room, a stench hits his nose, which he finds quite unacceptable.

After entering the room, an expression of surprise appears on his face, because what his eyes see and his nose smells is completely different from what he had imagined.

There are no cigarette butts on the floor, nor any scattered beer cans, the room is very clean, and the indescribable stench from the last time has disappeared.

Without the indescribable stench, but there is a smell of smoke in the room, which Yang Haoran can accept more than the previous one.

The window in the room is open, and the cold wind blowing into the room adds a bit of coolness, but it is constantly dispersing the smoke in the room.

Ye Zhiqiu is sitting by the window, smoking a cigarette and drinking beer with a melancholy expression on his face. The setting sun shines on him, casting a long shadow, making him look quite desolate.

In front of him is a table, on which his life-bound demonic weapon, a longsword, is placed. The sunlight shines on the longsword, making it emit a faint cold light, and faint red flower patterns can be vaguely seen on the blade.

His gaze is fixed on the longsword, staring at it intently, as if he has immersed himself in the world of the sword.

"Why are you here?"

Ye Zhiqiu turned his head and looked at Yang Haoran, then asked indifferently.

Compared to the last time Yang Haoran saw Ye Zhiqiu, Ye Zhiqiu's attitude has undergone some subtle changes, and this change may not even have been noticed by Ye Zhiqiu himself.

The last time Yang Haoran came to see Ye Zhiqiu, Ye Zhiqiu didn't even bother to look at Yang Haoran at first, but now, when Yang Haoran entered the room, Ye Zhiqiu raised his head and looked at him.

This action may seem insignificant, but if you think about it deeply, it is actually a subtle change in attitude. Although it's just a small detail, it can be seen that Ye Zhiqiu no longer ignores Yang Haoran's existence as he did before.

Of course, this change is very subtle, and some people may think it's negligible, but in Yang Haoran's eyes, it's a good start.

As usual, Yang Haoran has his signature smile on his face. He didn't immediately answer Ye Zhiqiu's question, but instead walked towards Ye Zhiqiu with a smile.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't stop him. Seeing that Yang Haoran didn't speak, he didn't ask further, but he also didn't show any vigilance. He let Yang Haoran approach him, and then he turned his gaze back to the longsword on the table.

"If nothing unexpected happens, she should be about to wake up, so I just came to take a look." Yang Haoran said as he sat down on Ye Zhiqiu's bed.

"She's my wife, not yours. What's so interesting about her?" Ye Zhiqiu said indifferently.

Yang Haoran chuckled and didn't immediately answer Ye Zhiqiu's question. Suddenly, a Yin Qi rose in his hand, and a pack of cigarettes and a lighter appeared.

Yang Haoran first took a cigarette from the pack and handed it to Ye Zhiqiu.

"Here, have a smoke."

Hearing this, Ye Zhiqiu looked at Yang Haoran again, gently shaking the almost-burned-out cigarette in his hand, and said indifferently, "No, thanks. I'm already smoking."

"It's fine, keep smoking. The one in your hand is almost gone." Yang Haoran said with a smile.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the almost-burned-out cigarette in his hand, then poured the entire contents of the beer can into his mouth. Before he had swallowed all the beer, he threw the almost-burned-out cigarette into the beer can, then took the cigarette Yang Haoran offered and lit it with the lighter on the table.

On Ye Zhiqiu's table, there were neatly arranged dozens of empty cans, and some of the can mouths had visible cigarette ash residue, indicating that he had been using these beer cans as ashtrays.

As Ye Zhiqiu took the cigarette, Yang Haoran also lit one for himself and took a deep drag. MyVirtualLibraryEmpire(MVLEMPYR)appreciatesyourreadershipatthesource.

"I came here this time to prevent any accidents from happening. If she really encounters any unexpected situations, I can also take action immediately to prevent her from being harmed."

Yang Haoran said with a smile, then took another deep drag on his cigarette.

Ye Zhiqiu was silent for a moment, then took another sip of beer and responded, "Thank you."

Yang Haoran shook his head with a smile and said, "You don't need to thank me. This is something I should do. Although I'm a very practical person, if I've promised someone, I'll do my best to fulfill it. I do have that credibility."

Ye Zhiqiu nodded without saying anything, took a puff of his cigarette, and took another sip of beer.

"How's it going living here? Are you getting used to it?" Yang Haoran asked with a smile.

"I'm not picky about the living environment, as long as there's a bathroom, it's fine." Ye Zhiqiu responded.

"With your love for beer, if there's no bathroom in the bedroom, it must be quite inconvenient." Yang Haoran said.

At these words, Ye Zhiqiu fell silent again.

However, Yang Haoran didn't feel the least bit awkward. He turned his gaze to the longsword on the table, which was being illuminated by the sunset, and continued to speak with a smile.

"Hehe, the sun hasn't completely set yet. You've placed the longsword in the sunlight like this. If her soul suddenly wakes up now, she probably wouldn't dare to appear, and even if she did, her soul body would be damaged by the sunlight. A soul that has just awakened is quite fragile."

Since the demonic woman's soul is inside the sword, no matter how strong the sunlight is, it won't affect the demonic woman's soul, because the sword blade has completely blocked the sunlight, and her world inside the sword is safe.

However, if her soul comes out into the outside world, the situation would be completely different. Whether her soul body can withstand the damage caused by the sunlight is uncertain.

The soul body, in simple terms, is a ghost soul. Although the demonic woman is a demon, and her soul is different from the human ghost soul, she still fears the sunlight, just like ghosts.

Of course, when a ghost soul becomes strong enough, the Yin Qi it possesses can resist the sunlight, and at that time, the sunlight's impact on the soul body will be reduced accordingly. The more powerful the ghost, the less they fear the sunlight, and they can even walk in the scorching sun without being harmed at all. However, the demonic woman's soul body is far from reaching that level of strength.

Hearing Yang Haoran's words, Ye Zhiqiu paused in the middle of drinking his beer, and then he seemed to have also thought of this problem. He quickly put down the beer can and pulled the curtains closed.

"Why didn't you remind me earlier?" Ye Zhiqiu said with some complaint.

"I'm reminding you now, and I just got here. I've only taken a couple of puffs of this cigarette." Yang Haoran said with a smile.

Seeing that Ye Zhiqiu still looked a bit unhappy, Yang Haoran said with a smile, "Don't worry, I've reinforced her soul with my special techniques, so I'll be able to sense when she wakes up. Even if she suddenly emerges from the longsword, I can protect her immediately so that the sunlight won't harm her. I do have that ability."

Hearing Yang Haoran's words, Ye Zhiqiu's expression became a little better.

However, just as Yang Haoran's words fell, the longsword on the table trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Ye Zhiqiu's expression changed dramatically. He immediately stood up from his seat. He first looked at the demonic weapon longsword on the table, then turned his gaze to Yang Haoran.

Yang Haoran nodded slightly at Ye Zhiqiu with a smile on his face, then also stood up. He looked at the slightly trembling longsword on the table and said, "She is now one with your demonic weapon. The reaction of the demonic weapon means that she is about to wake up."

Yang Haoran's words made Ye Zhiqiu's heart filled with a mix of surprise, joy, and anxiety, as he didn't know how to face the demonic woman.