Xu ijing didn't harm Father Yang and Mother Yang; she rely sent them out of the protective barrier ford by Yin Qi.
By now, Father Yang and Mother Yang had beco complete corpse puppets, devoid of any trace of consciousness. After being sent out of the Yin Qi barrier, they howled while violently pounding against it like wild beasts, showing a determination to break it at all costs.
Yet, Xu ijing's strength was unfathomable. Despite the relentless assaults from the corpse puppets outside the barrier, the Yin Qi-ford shield remained unyielding, showing no signs of breaking.
Seeing his parents expelled from the Yin Qi barrier by Xu ijing, Yang Haoran's emotions beca even more intense. He went mad, desperate to break out of the Yin Qi barrier.
"Get back here!"
With a wave of her hand, Xu ijing conjured a chain made of Yin spirit power, entwining Yang Haoran's body. She then yanked it forcefully backward, pulling Yang Haoran back to where he had just rushed out from.
"Let go of ! Let go of !!" Yang Haoran struggled frantically. He even activated the Yin spirit power within him, shrouding his body in a visibly intense Yin Qi!
He attempted to use his Yin spirit power to resist Xu ijing and shatter the chains on his body. However, due to the gap in strength, he was unsuccessful. The more he struggled, the tighter the chains bound him. Underneath, the intense Yin Qi released from his body showed signs of imminent collapse.
Approaching Yang Haoran, Xu ijing watched him engulfed in madness. She said nothing because she knew that, at this mont, no matter what she said, Yang Haoran wouldn't listen. She understood Yang Haoran's current madness very well because she had been through it herself. Although she didn't utter a word, Xu ijing didn't intend to stand by idly. Her gaze fell upon the grueso wounds left on Yang Haoran's shoulders by Father Yang and Mother Yang. Strangely, the fluid flowing from the wounds wasn't blood but a grayish-white liquid.
Xu ijing knew that Yang Haoran had been poisoned by corpse poison. The reason the blood turned into a grayish-white liquid was due to the influence of the corpse poison. If this continued, the corpse poison would spread throughout his body in no ti. At that point, Yang Haoran's identity would undergo a significant transformation, from a mber of the Yin Division's Night Watch to a corpse puppet controlled by a corpse fiend.
If such a scene were to occur, Xu ijing had no doubt that Deng Feng would clean house, personally ensuring that Yang Haoran disappeared from this world.
Once corpse poison entered the body, it ant a dead end for an ordinary person. However, for mbers of the Night Watch like them, it wasn't much of a hassle. As long as the corpse poison hadn't spread throughout the entire body, they only needed to activate their Yin spirit power to force the partially spread corpse poison out of the body.
In fact, Yang Haoran could do this too. However, in his current state of emotional turmoil, he paid no attention to the corpse poison in his body.
Despite Yang Haoran's emotional turmoil, Xu ijing remained composed. She glanced at the grueso wounds on Yang Haoran's shoulders, then extended her hands, hovering them over the wounds.
Visible Yin Qi rose from Xu ijing's hands, seemingly imbued with vitality, as it eagerly penetrated into Yang Haoran's body through the wounds.
In less than a minute, Xu ijing, with her hands suspended over the wounds, suddenly lifted them upwards forcefully. Drops and clumps of grayish-white liquid were forcibly extracted from Yang Haoran's body by Xu ijing!
The grayish-white liquid sprayed from the wounds, then condensed under Xu ijing's palms. In the blink of an eye, two fist-sized masses of gray liquid ford under Xu ijing's palms.
These two masses of gray liquid writhed irregularly as if alive, emitting a putrid sll of decaying flesh. It was nauseating, to say the least.
Frowning, Xu ijing displayed extre disgust on her face. With a wave of her hands, she flung the two masses of gray liquid away.
Boom!
Boom!
The walls on both sides were directly punctured with holes the size of a human head. Though they were just liquid, when thrown by Xu ijing, they resembled two cannonballs, effortlessly blasting holes in the walls.
This grayish-white liquid was the corpse poison within Yang Haoran's body.
In truth, there wasn't so much corpse poison in his body. After Father Yang and Mother Yang bit Yang Haoran, only a small amount of corpse poison was injected into him. However, the toxicity of the corpse poison was potent, and its reproduction rate was extrely fast. Thus, in a short while, the amount of corpse poison in Yang Haoran's body had grown to the size of two adult fists.
Fortunately, Xu ijing acted promptly. If she had delayed even a bit longer, even if she intervened personally, she wouldn't have been able to save Yang Haoran's life. Aside from cremating him in advance, all she could do was watch his soul scatter and beco a corpse puppet.
With the absence of corpse poison in his body, Yang Haoran's shoulders no longer oozed grayish-white liquid. Now, what flowed out was crimson blood.
Watching the blood continuously seeping from the wounds, Xu ijing sighed helplessly, then extended her hands to activate her Yin spirit power to repair the wounds on Yang Haoran's shoulders.
With Xu ijing's assistance, the bleeding from Yang Haoran's torn shoulders slowed down. When the wounds no longer bled, she withdrew her hands.
Throughout this process, Xu ijing had completely ignored Yang Haoran, who was bound by the black chains. Only after completing everything did she notice that, at so point, Yang Haoran had stopped struggling and ceased his frantic screams. Even the dense Yin Qi surrounding him had dissipated.
He sat there, collapsed, looking so helpless and desolate.
Seeing Yang Haoran's emotions stabilizing to so extent, Xu ijing felt it was ti to console him. But before she could speak, Yang Haoran, still sitting on the ground, spoke.
"Let go. I'm fine now."
His voice wasn't deep or crazy but rather soft, yet it carried an indomitable sadness within.
"Are... are you really okay?" Xu ijing asked tentatively.
As soon as she asked, Xu ijing realized how foolish her question was. In such circumstances, no one could recover in such a short ti. How could everything be fine?
Yet, Yang Haoran lifted his head and looked at her, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. "Yes, I'm really fine."
The smile was forced, unnatural. It lacked any semblance of happiness and instead concealed indescribable sorrow and pain. In fact, it would have been better if he didn't smile at all. The more he forced himself to smile, the more uncomfortable it made everyone feel.
Seeing Yang Haoran suppress his inner sorrow, Xu ijing couldn't help but think of herself. This led her to feel a sense of sympathy towards Yang Haoran.
"Any wound will slowly heal over ti. I understand how you feel right now, but I hope you can pull through," Xu ijing said softly, abandoning her usual aloofness.
Yang Haoran managed to squeeze out a smile and nodded weakly.
He wanted to thank her, but he dared not speak. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, his choked voice would allow his inner helplessness and sadness to find a way to vent, fearing that he would lose control and burst into tears again.
Seeing Yang Haoran nod, Xu ijing retracted the black chains, and without any further action, the black chains entwining Yang Haoran dissipated into Yin Qi on their own.
Regaining his freedom, Yang Haoran looked towards the Yin Qi barrier outside. More and more corpse puppets were gathering in the courtyard, crazily pounding against the Yin Qi barrier, and his parents were among them.
Watching his parents in their bloodthirsty frenzy, Yang Haoran felt his heart being hollowed out. Recalling his mother's nagging and his father's instructions earlier in the morning, his emotions, which had just stabilized, almost spiraled out of control again.
He hadn't expected such a thing to happen. It had only been a few hours since he left in the morning, but upon returning, everything had changed drastically.
The relatives in Yangjia Bay were no longer his relatives, and his parents were no longer his parents. Recalling the words his mother spoke when she montarily regained consciousness, he suddenly felt so unfilial.
His mind had been blank before, so he hadn't thought about why his mother had regained a trace of consciousness at that mont.
Now he understood. It was because his mother had too deep a fixation. That was why she briefly regained consciousness, burning all her obsessions and using up all her strength to express her final expectations for her beloved son.
However... for her, everything was over. She would never see that day.
"Can you extract their souls?" Yang Haoran looked at Xu ijing beside him, forcing a smile on his face, his voice choked, and asked.
"Soul scattering, soul completely rged with the body. The body is their soul, and their soul is their body. In this situation, it's impossible to extract the soul from the body. To put it bluntly, they no longer have souls. They are rely corpse puppets," Xu ijing responded.
Actually, Yang Haoran understood what Xu ijing said in his heart, but he still held a glimr of hope. He thought that maybe Xu ijing might have so way.
However, Xu ijing's answer disappointed him greatly.
Seeing the disappointnt in Yang Haoran's eyes, Xu ijing hesitated. Perhaps because she didn't want to see Yang Haoran continue in his current state, she thought for a mont before speaking again.
"There is another thod, but I don't recomnd you use it."
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