Ghost Catching System

Upon entering the city, Zhang Ai was immediately summoned by Yanjun. Luo Xiaoyi asked, "What did he say?"

Zhang Ai was a bit nervous and said, "Nothing much, just asked me to prepare some food."

Luo Xiaoyi nodded and said, "Make him the finest dishes, but not ghost food, food for the living."

Zhang Ai opened his mouth wide in surprise and said, "Isn’t he a ghost? He doesn’t have a shadow."

Luo Xiaoyi smiled and said, "Don’t worry about that."

The King of Literature and Martial Arts always spoke with a hidden meaning. So frustrating.

Chu Hao drank wine and ate heartily; it had been a long time since he felt so indulged. At this moment, he felt someone behind him, and a voice sounded, "Who exactly are you?"

It was Luo Yan; she had come.

Chu Hao turned around, revealing his white teeth, and said, "Why did you come here? It’s dangerous."

Luo Yan said, "Aren’t you very strong? What danger could there be?"

Chu Hao rubbed his chin and said, "True, who can be my match? Haha..."

Luo Yan also laughed and said, "Are you always so narcissistic?"

Chu Hao said, "Not really, but seeing you, I can’t help it."

Luo Yan couldn’t help but ask, "Do you know me?"

Chu Hao fell silent; the Secret Shadow Ghost Curse was too strong and bizarre, stripping everyone of their memories of him.

Chu Hao stood up and looked ahead, saying, "You should go back."

Luo Yan also felt a terrifying presence at the entrance ready to descend. She said, "You haven’t told me how you know me."

"If I told you, you might not believe it; I am your man."

Luo Yan was stunned, her heart suddenly aching as she watched Chu Hao’s back, a silhouette she couldn’t forget. Every night it would appear in her dreams.

Why is it like this?

Why does my heart hurt so much?

What have he and I gone through? This memory must be precious. Why can’t I recall it?

Chu Hao said, "Zhang Ai, take her back."

Zhang Ai ran up and said, "Chief Controller, let’s go."

Luo Yan glared at Zhang Ai and said, "You’re siding with outsiders."

Zhang Ai wanted to cry; she wanted to say she wasn’t.

The ominous presence grew closer. Chu Hao said, "Don’t hinder me, leave now."

Luo Yan followed Zhang Ai away, tears streaming as she watched the young man’s back.

Why does he bear everything alone?

Luo Yan remembered something Chu Hao said in the meeting room.

"I’ve always been alone; it’s what I’m used to."

Luo Yan shouted, "Come back, you must."

Chu Hao did not turn his head; he stepped forward, drew the Knocking Demon Sword, his expression turning cold. He muttered, "Whether it’s to slaughter in the Nine Nether Abyss or fall into Hell, I will begin the new Chapter for the Yanhuang World."

He gripped the Knocking Demon Sword, exuding a demonic aura.

In the Void of the Netherworld, suddenly there was a thunderous roar, as if the heavens lamented, fearing for a person falling into the demon abyss under control.

Chu Hao stepped forward, gripping the Knocking Demon Sword tightly.

He didn’t realize that apart from the sinister demonic aura on him, a gray substance flowed from his body, forming hideous Fierce Ghosts, roaming around Chu Hao as if waiting for something.

Chu Hao’s eyes turned a deep red.

The Knocking Demon Sword was excited, eager for Chu Hao to use it.

Suddenly, Chu Hao looked down at the Knocking Demon Sword, coldly saying, "How could I, a dignified Holy Master, be controlled by you? Begone."

The Knocking Demon Sword seemed enraged, vibrating continuously.

Chu Hao sneered, "Your power is only for me to use. Now, shall we break into the Nine Nether or shall you be abandoned in some corner? You choose."

The Knocking Demon Sword ceased its vibrations, seemed to calm down a lot, and the gray substance around Chu Hao dispersed, the Fierce Ghosts laughed grimly.

Finally, two figures appeared at the entrance.

Chu Hao swung the Knocking Demon Sword directly.

That swing shook the Void with thunder, as if the heavens were furious.

The black sword light with demonic aura pierced the Void, striking the two figures that appeared.

The faces of King Dushi and King Biancheng changed drastically, terrifying sword light approached with destruction. Even they had to defend quickly.

But it was useless; King Dushi was ravaged by the destructive sword light, utterly destroyed, his soul, his flesh, his everything.

King Dushi screamed sky-high.

King Biancheng was the same; his body was collapsing, swallowed by demonic energy, not only facing death but losing himself.

"Demon?"

King Biancheng fearfully said, "There actually is a demon here."

What is a demon?

A seeker of heavenly trials.

An instigator of disasters.

A path to obsession.

A spirit of wronged souls and Evil Ghosts.

A provider of greed.

An antagonist of progress.

A disruptor of dreams.

A sufferer of karma and disease.

This is a demon, given it embodies evil deities, worse than ghosts, more wicked than human hearts.

King Biancheng’s body was collapsing as he took out something—it was the Tears of Feelings.

This was an exotic treasure from the Netherworld, possessing mysterious power. King Biancheng collected it and crafted it, naming it Tears of Feelings.

King Biancheng infused the Tears of Feelings into his body. The destructive demonic energy subsided somewhat, allowing him to recover temporarily.

However, King Dushi was beyond saving.

"Damn Yanhuang Netherworld." King Biancheng turned and fled.

King Biancheng evidently used some special method to escape this calamity, but he’s basically ruined.

King Dushi’s body continued to disintegrate as he fearfully gazed down at Chu Hao with the Knocking Demon Sword.

"You, you actually possess that Devil Sword."

King Dushi’s face turned to ash, scattering like phosphorescence.

A King of the Underworld had died just like that.

"Ding... Killed King Dushi, the host has gained one billion five hundred million Experience Points."

"Ding... Killed King Dushi, opponent dropped item: One Million Soul Spheres."

"Ding... Killed King Dushi, gained seven million Merit Points."

System notification: "Triggered exceptional-level quest, invade the Nine Nether. From now on, kill more than two Kings of the Underworld to complete the task."

System notification: "Complete the task, reward of five billion Experience Points."

System notification: "Complete the task, reward of ten million Merit Points."

System notification: "Complete the task, reward of three Jade Diamond Treasure Chests."

Pretentious Little Heavenly King: Chu Hao

Level: 5

Experience Points: Two billion/six billion

Pretentiousness Points: One million two hundred thousand

Mana Points: One million two hundred thousand

Merit Points: Seven million

Title: Angry Little Prince, King of Funeral Love, Slaughter Madman, Keep Pretentious Every Day, Saint Heavenly Master.

With King Dushi dead, lightning and thunder rolled in the Void, and dark clouds gathered as the Netherworld began to pour with rain.

It’s as if the heavens were weeping.

King Dushi held a prominent position within the Netherworld Government, and being killed, the sky manifested anomalies.

Behind, from the Yanhuang Army side, nearly everyone gasped.

This all happened too quickly; an Underworld King was killed just like that, inconceivable.

Especially considering Chu Hao severely injured two Underworld Kings alone?

"Oh my god! What kind of monster is he?" Zhang Ai was dizzy; who was this man?

The Kings of Yanhuang Netherworld were all shaken.

Void, lightning and rainstorm, as if heaven’s grief.

Chu Hao ignored it all and chased ahead; King Biancheng was still escaping.