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With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Yang Haoran leisurely follows the trace of sensed Demonic Qi. His steps are slow, resembling a casual stroll. Yet, his relaxed demeanor is merely a disguise; internally, he is alert, ready to react swiftly to any unexpected situations.

Before his cigarette burns out, Yang Haoran halts. In his line of sight, a dilapidated wooden hut emerges.

The rundown appearance of this wooden hut reminds him of a similar one from a video. Although the glimpses of the dilapidated hut were fleeting in the video, it left an impression on him.

He is certain that this wooden hut is the same one that appeared briefly in the video.

Activating his ghost eye, the appearance of the dilapidated hut in his line of sight remains unchanged. However, through the ghost eye, Yang Haoran observes a thick layer of Demonic Qi shrouding the wooden hut.

Although Yang Haoran has come into contact with demonic scripts, hex, and possesses a demonic pill, he has never encountered a living demon before. Fortunately, he has read numerous books that include records about demons, giving him some understanding.

Demons are beings that have cultivated themselves from animals or plants. Once they transform into demons, they form a demonic pill within their bodies, granting them powerful demonic spiritual power and the ability to transform into human forms.

The demonic pill serves as the source of a demon\'s strength. Possessing a demonic pill grants the demon corresponding powers, including the ability to transform not only into human shapes but also into other animals and plants. This unique transformative ability is known to only a few, and even those who understand it usually only scratch the surface, unable to match demons in expertise.

After a brief pause, Yang Haoran resumes his steps. At this point, his ghost eye not only reveals the shrouding Demonic Qi around the small hut but also senses signs of life within the dilapidated structure.

Just as he takes a few steps, a sound of breaking air echoes behind him. Yang Haoran seems to have anticipated it, as his expression remains unchanged, and he deftly evades the attack.

Boom!!!

Debris and soil scatter as a pit is blasted where Yang Haoran stood a moment ago.

Though not large, such a pit requires a considerable amount of force. If this attack had struck an ordinary person, it would have instantly claimed their life.

With a smile on his face, Yang Haoran now spots another person in his line of sight. It is none other than the old farmer he encountered in the video.

The eyes of the old farmer emit an eerie green light, his expression serious as he gazes at Yang Haoran with a wary look. His cautious demeanor sharply contrasts with the smiling Yang Haoran.

Yang Haoran locks eyes with the old farmer and speaks with a smile, "I thought it was a living person, but it turns out to be a corpse controlled by demonic arts."

The old farmer remains silent and responds to Yang Haoran by launching another attack.

Green demonic spiritual power erupts from him, transforming into a snake-like figure in the air. This serpent, as thick as a water bucket, roars with two venomous fangs exposed, rushing towards Yang Haoran.

Unfazed, Yang Haoran\'s smile persists. While the old farmer\'s attack may appear imposing, in Yang Haoran\'s eyes, it is far from threatening.

As the giant serpent approaches him, Yang Haoran opts not to dodge, standing still without moving a muscle. The only action he takes is to take a puff of his cigarette, flicking away some ash.

The giant python is just within reach when a chain, as thick as an arm and emitting black smoke, appears from behind Yang Haoran. With formidable force, it collides with the python, shattering it into fragments that dissolve into faint green lights. The momentum and speed of the chain remain undiminished as it heads directly towards the old farmer in the rear.

Old farmer\'s face changes drastically; he sensed the terrifying aura emanating from Yang Haoran before making a move. Understanding Yang Haoran\'s strength and danger, his expression becomes extremely serious, with his gaze filled with vigilance.

Although he fears Yang Haoran, he must carry out the necessary actions. Without uttering a word, he delivers a powerful strike!

However, he underestimates Yang Haoran\'s strength. Yang Haoran\'s power surpasses his imagination, rendering his most potent attack utterly powerless before Yang Haoran. It is easily shattered by Yang Haoran!

Watching the rapidly approaching chain, old farmer attempts to dodge, but the chain\'s speed is too fast. Before he can even think about evading, the chain pierces through his body!

In the moment the chain pierces his body, old farmer\'s face changes drastically. Instead of showing pain, fear dominates his expression.

The lack of pain is because old farmer had long been dead. The current old farmer is merely a corpse controlled by demonic arts.

The reason for the fear is that whatever controls old farmer is worried that Yang Haoran might destroy it, hence the intense fear instinctively displayed.

Old farmer, with a terrified expression, opens his mouth, and a snake head, spitting venom, crawls out. Subsequently, this poisonous snake shoots out from old farmer\'s mouth and disappears into the grass.

Although Yang Haoran initially considers keeping this poisonous snake, he refrains from doing so. He senses no Demonic Qi in this poisonous snake, indicating it hasn\'t become a demon. It is just another part controlled by demonic arts, similar to old farmer\'s corpse.

Both the poisonous snake and old farmer\'s corpse have been enchanted with demonic arts, granting them some power and the ability to control the corpse. Now that the demonic arts on old farmer have been dispelled by Yang Haoran, the poisonous snake reverts to its original state, indistinguishable from an ordinary poisonous snake.

As the poisonous snake departs, old farmer\'s body loses the support of demonic arts, rapidly decaying before turning into a pile of bones and a stinking viscous liquid.

The shattered chain transforms into Yin Qi but doesn\'t dissipate. Instead, it coils the bones and sends them into the small pit. A gust of eerie wind passes by, covering the small pit with debris, soil, and weeds.

Yang Haoran takes a puff of his cigarette and continues walking towards the dilapidated wooden hut.

After a moment, he stops at the doorstep of the hut, gazing at the closed wooden door.

"The Underworld Envoy graces us with his presence, truly illuminating this rundown shack. I wonder, big brother Underworld Envoy, what brings you here today?"

A seductive and alluring voice emanates from inside the house, and with the creaking sounds, the tightly closed door slowly opens.