A Night of Desperation-Chapter 283: way 1

“Speaking of… Young man, you did well last night.” Old Yang said, patting Yu Hong on the back while being blown by the sea breeze, but his palm was rebounded painfully, which somewhat surprised him with the hardness of those muscles.

“It was only natural.” Yu Hong sighed, “It’s just a pity that two people still vanished…”

“You’re overacting a bit there.” Old Yang shook his head, scoffing, “You have no familial ties with them, even if they went missing, that expression isn’t appropriate.”

“…Is it wrong to be naturally kind?” Yu Hong choked on his words, frowning unhappily.

“Yeah, yeah.” Old Yang lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and took a pleasurable drag. “I don’t care what skills you’ve hidden, but there’s a faint Yin Energy emanating from you. The resentful mark is not so easy to utilize, a slight carelessness and you could be devoured by it, your life lost to the netherworld.”

He seemed to treat Yu Hong as someone who intended to utilize the resentful mark.

“What do you mean by this, Elder Yang?” Yu Hong appeared perplexed. “What is Yin Energy?”

“Pretending, huh? The aura carried by a resentful mark is called Yin Energy. Lad, it’s a pity you met me too late. If it had been sooner, I could have led you onto the righteous path, but now it’s indeed too late…” Old Yang sighed, “From now on, stay away from the Taoist temples of the Innate Nine Sects to avoid misunderstandings and being targeted.”

“….???” Yu Hong was utterly confused.

“Just go online and look it up when you get back.” Old Yang couldn’t be bothered to explain further, yawned, and turned to find a place to rest.

Leaving Yu Hong lost in thought.

Old Yang said he had Yin Energy on him, but he wasn’t clear where this sense originated from.

Was it from the Taiyuan True Method? Or the Thunderbolt Leg that absorbs Red Value? Or the newly formed Heavenly River? Or perhaps, his greatest secret — the Black Mark?

Standing by the ship’s railing, he was motionless for a moment, his mind brimming with various speculations.

The coast guard boat traveled onward, taking more than half an hour before finally arriving at a small desolate harbor.

The harbor was U-shaped with a large five-layer luxury yacht parked on one side and the rest occupied by ordinary fishing and transport ships.

The buildings and architecture onshore also looked more like those from the mainland in the 1990s, with conservative and plain color schemes.

The people coming and going were dressed more liberally;women in short skirts, stockings, and big wavy hair were everywhere, and men in suits, shirts, denim jackets, and leather jackets were quite common.

Motorcycles buzzed back and forth, and most cars were painted in dark red or black, with bicycles accompanying on the side.

From a distance, Yu Hong almost thought he had returned to China in the 1990s.

Only when seeing some shop signs, he realized it wasn’t China.

‘Yasong Melon Seeds Sea Trade International.’

‘Yasong’s Exclusive Foreign Hospitability Hotel.’

‘Yasong International Mutual Aid Association Taizhou Branch.’

Signs bearing the name Yasong were everywhere.

This made Yu Hong realize, the name of this country might be Yasong, and this little port area must be Taizhou.

Hum…

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At that moment, the coast guard boat carrying a few people slowly approached the shore, where vehicles and people were already waiting.

There were many waiting, including pairs of well-dressed men and women, their eyes filled with apparent anxiety and anticipation.

“Wenwen!” An elderly man with graying hair walked briskly towards Gao Wen, escorted by a few bodyguards.

“Dad!” Gao Wen, in tears, also approached, hugging his father tightly.

On another side, Song Siyu met with a pair of elegant-looking middle-aged couple, also tearfully embracing the woman.

Wei Chengjun walked over to a black SUV nearby and spoke softly with a couple by the car.

Old Yang clapped his hands.

“It looks like everything is fine. I’m off now. If you need anything, you can report it in my Taoist name at Heavenly Master Mansion. Don’t enter unannounced, and we can negotiate the price.”

“Hold on, Elder Yang, what is your Taoist name?” Yu Hong hurriedly called out to him.

“Ah? Didn’t I tell you?”

“No…” Yu Hong was speechless.

“Mu Yangzi.”

“Mu Yangzi… what a fitting Taoist name!” Yu Hong suddenly understood.

Old Yang smiled, waived at Gao Wen and Song Siyu, and strode away.

While walking, he checked his phone and some police approached to stop him, but after a few words, they let him go.

Soon, the group went to the police station for a brief record taking.

Gao Wen, Song Siyu, Wei Chengjun, all left their phone numbers and addresses with Yu Hong. Their parents were very polite, sincerely thanked Yu Hong, and made some vague promises, the usefulness of which was unclear.

Quickly, the record taking was completed and they left.

Leaving Yu Hong alone, sitting in the police station office.

In the small room, there was a long wooden table and four metal chairs.

Yu Hong sat on the left side;two police officers, a male and a female, sat on the right.

“I’m sorry, but after careful verification, we couldn’t find any identity record of you in our internal database,” the policewoman said, holding Yu Hong’s personal information form, somewhat helpless. “Tell us, Mr. Yu Hong, you must have smuggled here from somewhere, right?”

“I really lost my ID card and wanted to replace it. I don’t have a passport either.” Yu Hong was getting better at speaking the local language.

He sat nonchalantly in the chair, looking at the two people opposite him.

The name tags on their chests read: Wang Chundong and Chen Xi.

“Sigh….” Chen Xi felt helpless, faced with yet another case of someone who smuggled his way in, shredded his passport and lost his ID, then fabricated a place of origin as a black person.

They’d seen plenty of that.

However, among these black people, there were indeed very few as composed as the one they were dealing with now, Yu Hong.

“Could it have been possible that there was a mistake during the data entry? Or maybe it was missed?” Yu casually said.

“It’s possible….” Wang Chundong yawned, wanting to finish work early, “In that case, are you sure the place you live is Huangsong Island?”

“Yes, for sure.” Yu Hong nodded earnestly, “This time when I returned, I found only a few people left on the island. The old house also leaks and is uninhabitable, so I had to come out and find work.”

Both of them exchanged a glance, then decided to just leave him be.

Wang Chundong signaled with his eyes, meaning to follow the usual procedure.

Chen Xi hesitated for a moment, also wanting to go home early, then nodded in agreement.

“In that case, we’ll re-enter your information into the system and reissue an ID card for you. Come back in a few days to collect it, and be careful not to lose it again, understand?” Chen Xi advised. She knew the man was probably a smuggler, but for the sake of simplicity, she didn’t bother to expose him. After all, such cases are common nationwide, and everyone dealt with passport shredders and ID losers the same way, her contribution wouldn’t be missed.

After the re-registration, Yu Hong left the police station by late afternoon.

He looked up at the bright and cloud-filled sky.

A breeze brushed against his neck and sleeves, ticklish, carrying with it the aroma of someone else’s braised seafood.

Standing at the entrance to the police station, Yu Hong suddenly had a fleeting moment, feeling as if he woke up from a big dream.

It was as if he had returned to the place, the world of his birth…

There, there were no Black Disasters, no Source Disasters, only a quiet and peaceful ordinary life.

He hadn’t experienced anything;it was all just a dream.

It took him a while before he lowered his head.

‘First hide myself, try contacting the Heavenly Master Mansion and other forces with special powers, see if I can find a specific way to deal with the Source Disaster. This place has managed to resist the Black Disaster from ancient to modern times, it’s absolutely extraordinary.’

He had previously heard from old Yang about the Black Disaster appearing here during ancient times.

This meant that the erosion of the Black Disaster in this place had started very early on.

Yet it had never successfully prevailed.

So, this world might be much deeper than he imagined.

‘Since I’m here, I might as well find a place to stay first.’

Thinking this, Yu Hong started to leisurely walk along the right side of the police station’s main entrance, his gaze sweeping around, pondering where he would sleep tonight.

Soon, he found a small inn with neon lights in an alley—Red Plum Inn.

Holding the temporary ID document given by the police, he reached into his pockets only to find them empty, informing him that he didn’t have money to stay at the inn.

“Miscalculation…” Yu Hong stood in front of the inn, his brows slightly furrowed.

“Do you need a place to stay, big brother?” Suddenly, a girl with shoulder-length hair stood up beside him and smiled sweetly at him.

One side of the girl’s face bore a dark red burn scar the size of an egg, although it was partially covered by her hair, it was still a bit scary to see when she smiled.

The burn scar, like peeled raw flesh, was bright red and moved with her expressions.

“Um… I was handling matters at the police station and forgot to bring money… Is it possible to run a tab? I’ll pay in a few days.” Yu Hong replied earnestly.

“Ah….” The girl hesitated, “I’ll go ask my grandfather.”

She turned and ran into the inn, then quickly came back out.

“Big brother, come on in. It’s chilly outside.”

Yu Hong nodded, climbed a couple of steps, and entered the inn.

Inside the somewhat dim lobby on the first floor, white walls, white floors, and behind the dark red counter was a bald old man yawning.

He rubbed his eyes and sized up Yu Hong.

“How long will you be staying?”

“Uncertain, probably a few days,” Yu Hong replied, “Ran into some issues here, lost all my luggage, even my ID was just reissued.”

He handed over the temporary ID for the old man to see.

After looking at it, the old man handed it back.

“It’s tough for everyone, how about we charge you for two days first, forty per day, how does that sound? Twenty for a meal.”

“Fine! My family has already sent me some money. Don’t worry.” Yu Hong actually didn’t expect to meet a kind person.

This way he wouldn’t have to sleep on the streets, otherwise he would have to run to the harbor and summon the Black Ship to return to his base.

“Big brother, dinner starts at six o’clock. Remember to come downstairs,” the girl reminded with a smile.

“Yes, thank you,” Yu Hong thanked her.

“Ring, did you finish your homework?” the old man suddenly asked.

“Just a bit left, I’ll go do it now!” The girl quickly turned around and ran upstairs.

Yu Hong watched her back, momentarily seeing another version of Yiyi.

Soon after, the old man led him upstairs into a room, gave him the keys, and after a few more instructions, he left.

To his surprise, the room even had a TV and a phone, and a small balcony with bright light, where a breeze blew in through the open window, causing the milky-white curtains to sway gently.