"Thud," Chen Hao gently pushed open the wooden doors of the ancient mansion's main building. The loose sound that emerged suggested that the doors were quite old.

Just as Village Chief Yang Weiguo had said in the restaurant: the house, which seemed to have been uninhabited for some time, was improbably clean. Whether it was the moment the doors were pushed open, or when the outside light streamed in, Chen Hao didn't see a speck of dust. This clearly indicated that someone had been living in the house all along, and a person who cherished cleanliness at that.

On a built-in ledge next to the door, Chen Hao saw an old oil lamp with half its oil still remaining.

With his left hand holding the lamp, Chen Hao used his right hand to draw a talisman from his pocket. He then performed the spell to ignite the Spirit Talisman with fire, lighting it and placing it into the oil lamp to light the wick.

Instantly, myriad beams of twilight light scattered from the oil lamp, illuminating the dimly lit main hall of the mansion.

Afterward, with one hand holding the lamp and the other leading Ye Yuqiao, Chen Hao headed towards the back of the hall. They continuously scanned their surroundings, trying to discover anything amiss.

Yet, nothing out of the ordinary occurred.

It was not until they had made a round on the first floor of the main building and returned to the hall that Ye Yuqiao, amidst the suddenly intensifying wind, faintly smelled a scent.

"I sense the presence of a Nether Soul!" Ye Yuqiao's eyes suddenly flashed with insight, "It seems the resident of this house indeed comes from the Netherworld!"

"Then why can't we see them?"

"Quick, activate the Nether Light and shine it," Ye Yuqiao hadn't finished speaking when she felt a hand pat her shoulder.

At that moment, a soft purple glow emanated from Chen Hao's left eye.

"Ah!" Ye Yu suddenly screamed.

Chen Hao quickly turned to look at Ye Yuqiao. Just as he was about to speak, he saw that under the illumination of the Nether Light, a middle-aged man with a burly build, a full beard, and long iron-like hair, appeared behind Ye Yuqiao.

The man was wearing a shroud meant for the dead, but his complexion was even rosier than that of an ordinary living person.

"Who are you?" Chen Hao asked.

"And who are you?" the middle-aged man retorted, his face as filled with surprise as Chen Hao's.

Ye Yuqiao turned to Chen Hao, hurriedly saying, "He has the Hand of Death on him!"

Chen Hao's eyes widened, and after a pause, he realized, "So, you're one of the guardians sent by the Second Generation Nether King to the mortal world. No wonder so many villagers lack Yin Souls; it turns out you used the Hand of Death to send them to the Eighteen Levels of Hell!"

The surprise on the middle-aged man's face was indescribable as he exclaimed in shock, "Who exactly are you? How have you heard of the Hand of Death, and why is it that when I placed my left hand on your shoulder, Miss, you were unharmed?"

"That's because I simply don't have a Yin Soul!" Ye Yuqiao turned to look at the middle-aged man and said, a surge of Nether King's Power suddenly erupting from within her, immobilizing the man and the air around him.

However, before she could even call out to Chen Hao for assistance against the middle-aged man, her Nether King's Power was drained.

The moment the surrounding air began to loosen, the man exerted all his strength to break free from Ye Yuqiao's control and dashed towards the door like a flight.

After running a few steps, suddenly—!

The man vanished into thin air.

"How did he suddenly disappear?" Chen Hao exclaimed, "I can't even sense his smell or Spiritual Power anymore!"

Ye Yuqiao's brows were deeply furrowed, and her eyes continuously swept over the area as she said, "He has a Stealth Stone on him, which can instantly hide everything about him in the air, including his smell and Spiritual Power, leaving not a single trace!"

"Boyfriend," Ye Yuqiao's urgent voice suddenly rang out again in Chen Hao's mind, "get ready, he's probably going to use the Hand of Death to strike you!"

No sooner had Ye Yuqiao's words faded than a "smack" sound was heard, and a forceful hit landed on Chen Hao's left shoulder.

Chen Hao immediately turned to look behind him, and the Nether Light that shot out of his left eye instantly revealed the middle-aged man.

At that very moment, a death-like suffocation overcame Chen Hao's consciousness—his Yin Soul was being forcibly separated from his body by an unseen powerful force.

However, this wasn't Chen Hao's first confrontation with the challenge of the Hand of Death.

As his Yin Soul plummeted nearly several hundred meters under the ground, a stream of black Nether King's Power flowed from his left eye, and like a dragon flickering with black luster, it instantly caught up with Chen Hao, dragging his Yin Soul back into his body.

Seeing this, the man was stunned, then took two steps to the side before vanishing into the air again.

Half a minute later, Chen Hao, whose Yin Soul had returned to his body, woke up and opened his eyes. His voice was weak as he asked, "Girlfriend, where did that guy go?"

"Oh no!" Ye Yuqiao's face suddenly filled with panic, "He might have gone after Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Jing!"

"Ah!" Chen Hao became anxious, then immediately started running out of the door with Ye Yuqiao.

No sooner had they stepped out of the main building's door of the ancient house than they heard Tang Jing's voice coming from the eastern annex, "Xie Xiaofeng, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah!" Then Tang Jing's high-pitched scream resounded.

Outdoors of the old house, Yang Weiguo who was squatting on guard heard the scream and immediately his face showed panic. He turned around and looked at the closely locked doors of the old house with a worried expression, "I hope nothing has happened."

"Boyfriend, it's bad. The Yin Souls of Tang Jing and Xie Xiaofeng might have been sent to the Eighteen Levels of Hell!" exclaimed Ye Yuqiao, her brows furrowed so tightly that they drew fine lines on her forehead.

For a moment, Chen Hao's face turned pale with anxiety, his eyes dim with concern.

After pondering for a long while, Chen Hao said grimly, "First we deal with that man!"

With that, Chen Hao closed his eyes, his ten fingers tightly interlocked in front of his chest, and he muttered, "Nowhere in heaven and earth to hide!"

Then, the six characters "Nowhere in heaven and earth to hide," glowing faintly with a golden light, appeared in the air, enveloping the entire ancient house.

To prevent the middle-aged man with the Hand of Death from escaping, Chen Hao had nearly exhausted all his Yang Energy to activate the sealing technique, which is why the scope of the seal was so unprecedentedly large.

"Seal!" Chen Hao shouted loudly while opening his eyes. In his pupils, Ye Yuqiao saw the flames of anger and a strong will to fight.

Next, the six golden characters converged and shrank in size until they enclosed an area the size of half a room before stopping.

"Let's see where you can run to now!" Chen Hao said angrily, his face slightly pale from the excessive consumption of Yang Energy.

Once again, Nether Light shot out of Chen Hao's left eye, sweeping across every spot within the Six-Character Seal.

Eventually, in one corner of the seal, the middle-aged man materialized.

"Let's see where you can run to now," Chen Hao said coldly, his face filled with a murderous intent.

"I'm quite curious to see what you're going to do with me," the man retorted.

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