Shock.

What kind of twisted person could do this? It was terrifying, chilling everyone to the core, from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads.

Among the beds was the corpse of Xia Lu, lying on one of them. The quilt was in disarray.

Chu Hao, expressionless, walked to the end of the basement. Many Exorcism Talismans were affixed to the walls, designed to prevent Ghosts from entering.

SOBBING...

From behind the main door ahead, a woman’s crying could be heard.

Chu Hao strode over and yanked open the door, only to see a woman covered in blood. She screamed and lunged at him, claws ready to swipe at Chu Hao’s face.

Chu Hao grabbed the woman’s hand and looked down. When he saw her face, even he felt a chill creep into his heart.

This woman’s face was covered in fresh blood.

The face was no longer hers; it was another person’s skin sewn onto her own, grotesquely twisted and alien.

The shock was immense.

Jiang Yuming had completely turned people into his playthings, treating them as pieces of art. This had gone far beyond the limits of humanity.

Chu Hao rushed forward, grabbed Jiang Yuming by the neck, and hoisted him into the air.

Kill him!

No.

Simply killing him would be letting him off too easily. A person like this deserved to suffer a thousand, even ten thousand times more. Their life was worthless.

"Don’t... don’t kill me." Jiang Yuming feared death. Wary of Chu Hao, he struggled furiously.

"Stop!"

A stern shout rang out. Everyone turned to see three young people standing at the entrance of the basement.

Chu Hao recognized them as the disciples of Dragon Tiger Sect who had cornered him some time ago—two men and one woman.

After receiving news from Jiang Yuran, these three had rushed over, only to be shocked by the scene before them. They had heard he was in the basement.

Yet, what they never expected was that the person about to kill Jiang Yuming was Chu Hao!

Chu Hao radiated a fierce killing intent and said angrily, "I’m going to kill someone. Who dares to stop me?"

His words shook the three of them.

Chu Hao’s intense murderous aura suggested that anyone foolish enough to provoke him now would be killed.

The leading disciple of Dragon Tiger Sect took a deep breath and said, "Chu Hao, you can’t kill this man."

Chu Hao’s voice was hoarse. He spoke deliberately, word by word, "So, you also want to be buried with him?"

"Ding... The Host’s cold and stern show-off earned 500 show-off points."

The three felt pressured. Chu Hao’s recent aggressive actions in Anli City had left a profound impression on them.

Moreover, the horrific scene in the basement had stunned these three. They had heard that Jiang Yuran had a brother, but they never imagined he would be such a twisted one.

The man leading them was about to say something when he was interrupted by the female disciple of Dragon Tiger Sect. "Fei Cheng," she asked, "do you think we should intervene in this matter?"

Fei Cheng looked around at the horrifying scene, all his courage draining away.

It was too much, far too much.

Even though Jiang Yuming was an Elder’s brother, the acts he had committed were an outrage to gods and men.

The female disciple of Dragon Tiger Sect said, "Chu Hao, we will not interfere in this matter."

She stated her position. As a woman, seeing the horror in the basement, she wanted nothing more than to kill Jiang Yuming with her own hands. Help him? What a joke. No one with a shred of humanity would do such a thing.

The other two also decided to stay out of the matter.

Chu Hao threw Jiang Yuming to the ground. "Xia Lu," he said, "do whatever you want with him, just don’t kill him. I want to see if your brother really is the Heavenly King."

Chu Hao picked up Jiang Yuming’s phone and dialed his brother’s number from the contact list.

"Yuming, what’s the situation on your side?" Jiang Yuran’s voice was grave over the phone.

Chu Hao turned on the speakerphone. From the other end of the call came the piercing screams of Jiang Yuming, who was being tortured by Xia Lu.

"Brother, save me, save me! AAAAH!" Jiang Yuming’s continuous screams were heart-wrenching, sending chills down the spine.

Xia Lu was digging up the most terrifying things in his heart—this was what Ghosts excelled at.

At this moment, Jiang Yuming’s face was as pale as paper. A cold aura emanated from his body, and he was so haggard that he was barely recognizable. His spirit was being ravaged and tortured.

Chu Hao said coldly, "So you’re Jiang Yuran, huh? Right now, I really feel like killing someone."

Upon hearing his brother’s screams, Jiang Yuran roared angrily, "If you dare touch a single hair on my brother’s head, just try it!"

Chu Hao coldly retorted, "What wouldn’t I dare to do?"

He grabbed a scalpel lying nearby and sliced off Jiang Yuming’s little finger. Another agonized shriek, piercing to the core, tore from Jiang Yuming.

Chu Hao said, "I’m giving you ten hours. If you can’t get here before me in ten hours, I’ll chop him up piece by piece."

Jiang Yuran’s breathing was rapid as he tried hard to calm himself. His heart was already raging with fury as he asked, "Who the hell are you?"

"I am Chu Hao."

Chu Hao!!

Enraged, Jiang Yuran said, "You just wait."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Hao was ruthless and indifferent. He didn’t know what was wrong with him—a scumbag like Jiang Yuming should have been killed sooner.

But if it weren’t for Jiang Yuran, would Jiang Yuming have dared to be so arrogant?

The disciples of Longhu Mountain looked at one another. Was Chu Hao going to face off against Jiang Yuran?

Jiang Yuran, one of the Elders of Dragon Tiger Sect, was undeniably powerful.

And Chu Hao, wielding the True Word Brush, with his mysterious origins and identity—if these two were to truly confront each other, what a tremendous upheaval would it cause?

"Ding... Xia Lu’s revenge task is complete. The Host gains 500,000 Experience Points."

"Ding... Xia Lu’s revenge task is complete. The Host gains 30,000 Merit Points."

Xia Lu floated out, saying self-reproachfully, "Benefactor, I... I couldn’t hold back. I’m sorry."

Jiang Yuming was dead. He had died in extreme horror, tortured to death by a Fierce Ghost.

Chu Hao waved his hand. "He’s dead. So what?"

Chu Hao took out a Talisman, drew out Jiang Yuming’s soul, and sealed it within.

The man was dead, but his soul still existed—Jiang Yuran would surely come looking for it.

Everyone around didn’t dare to breathe too loudly.

System prompt: "Hidden A-B level task triggered: Eliminate Jiang Yuran."

"Eliminate Jiang Yuran: Complete the task to receive 80,000 Merit Points."

"Eliminate Jiang Yuran: Complete the task to receive 1,000,000 Experience Points."

"Eliminate Jiang Yuran: Complete the task to receive one Semi-Diamond Treasure Chest." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Chu Hao sneered. So this was the real hidden task. An A-B level task indicated that the opponent was very strong, comparable to Shanhai Monsters like the Transformed Snake.

But even if his opponent were the Heavenly King himself, Chu Hao was determined to kill him. He had indeed been emotionally affected by this incident.

He left the building.

At that moment, Liu Qingyan came over. "Master Chu," she said, "I’ve thought it through. Please accept me."

Chu Hao, who was not in a good mood, said, "I’m not in the mood right now."

Chu Hao turned and walked away.

Liu Qingyan took a deep breath. She was now certain that she had to follow Chu Hao. If anything happened to Cao Shanhe, no one could protect her. Only Chu Hao could.

Outside, the fashion-conscious woman, whose slavish nature had been uncovered by Chu Hao, had been waiting. Seeing Chu Hao, she rushed towards him excitedly and said, "Master."

"Drive." Chu Hao got into the passenger seat.

"Yes."

Without another word, the woman kicked off her shoes and began driving barefoot.

"Master, where are we going now?" the fashionable girl asked.

"To Sanqing Pavilion."