Ghost Catching System

Lu Feichen knelt on the ground, kowtowing ceaselessly. He was truly terrified. Another shot and it really would have struck his head.

Xiang Jian said excitedly, "Brother Hao, I—"

Chu Hao said, "I don’t want to see this trash anymore. Get as far away as you can."

Xiang Jian didn’t speak again, only nodding silently.

Everyone looked at Chu Hao with disbelief.

Is this Luo Yan’s boyfriend? This man is the real deal; what is Xiang Jian compared to him?

Many of Luo Yan’s classmates looked at her with envy and jealousy. With a man like that by her side, she could do whatever she pleased in Huaxia.

"Ah... why haven’t I met a man like that?" sighed Fang Li, a woman of fair appearance.

"Luo Yan is really hitting it big from now on."

Luo Yan let go of Chu Hao’s hand and said reproachfully, "You scared me just now?"

Chu Hao responded with a laugh, "There’s even more startling stuff to come."

Luo Yan was taken aback and asked, "What do you mean?"

Suddenly, from below the cruise ship, an incredibly shrill scream pierced the air. It was such a heart-piercing scream that everyone on the yacht was startled.

"What’s going on?" the crowd wondered.

A man ran out from inside the yacht—it was the yacht’s chef, in his chef’s attire. His face was covered in blood, and the skin on his face had actually been peeled off, an utterly horrifying sight.

"Help! Someone is trying to kill me!"

Witnessing such a bloody scene, everyone screamed.

Chu Hao frowned and said to Xiang Jian, "Go see what’s going on."

Xiang Jian nodded and went with his men into the yacht’s interior. He returned shortly, his face ashen. "Brother Hao," he said, "there’s been a murder below. We didn’t see the murderer, but the victim’s skin was peeled off."

The crowd panicked. What kind of monster would do this? They actually skinned the victim!

Chu Hao’s expression grew solemn. Has Feng Xiaoxiao made her move?

At that moment, with the sun just set, a strange sound drifted over the sea, like a baby’s cry.

"What’s that sound?" the people exclaimed in horror.

Chu Hao listened for the sound’s source and realized it came from above. Moths appeared in the darkness—they were making the noise, but it was horrifically unnatural, like babies crying.

How could there be moths over the sea?

The moths dived in large numbers, causing many to scream and flee in panic.

"Ah! My eyes!" someone screamed as moths swarmed their eyes. A burning pain instantly blinded them.

Chu Hao frowned. "Don’t stand on the deck. Get everyone into the yacht’s lounge, quickly!"

Xiang Jian shouted, "Everyone, down to the yacht’s lounge!"

The terrified crowd scrambled towards the lounge below deck.

Just then, one of Xiang Jian’s men approached. "Brother Jian," he said, "boats are approaching the yacht."

Aside from Xiang Jian and his men, who else could be following the yacht?

Chu Hao and the others went to the deck’s edge. They saw several speedboats, lights blazing, and people shouting, "People on the cruise ship, don’t worry! We’re here to rescue you. Let us board!"

These people appeared suddenly, claiming to be rescuers!

Chu Hao was suspicious but quickly had an idea. Could this be the opportunity for the hidden quest? He waved his hand. "Let them board."

"Yes."

A good number of them boarded the yacht. They were well-equipped, men and women alike, all with cold, serious expressions.

"Who are you?" Xiang Jian asked.

Among them, a tall, robust man with a buzz cut and tattooed arms said indifferently, "You don’t need to know."

Xiang Jian was taken aback. Boarding their yacht and refusing to disclose their identities? Such arrogance!

Xiang Jian was already on edge because of Chu Hao. Now someone else was acting high and mighty towards him. Who do these people think they are?

He whipped out his pistol, pointed it at the man’s head, and roared, "I’m asking who the hell you are! How dare you be so arrogant?"

The tall young man remained unfazed by the gun, his eyes cold.

A short-haired woman among them, with delicate features and eyes like black pearls, spoke up. "We are from the Shangguan Family of the Huaxia Nine Gates Ghost Hunting Clan. Our main purpose here is to capture the escaped Ghost Demon, the Painted Skin Ghost."

The Shangguan Family, ranked fourth among the Nine Gates of Huaxia, was renowned for its ghost-hunting abilities.

Xiang Jian frowned and involuntarily looked at Chu Hao.

Chu Hao stroked his chin, unsure what might trigger this hidden quest. He decided to observe first and signaled Xiang Jian to lower his gun.

Everyone retreated inside the yacht. Panic filled the luxurious lounge.

"When will the yacht dock?" Luo Yan’s classmates, pale with fright, asked.

Shangguan Moyue, his gaze sweeping over everyone, didn’t elaborate.

The Painted Skin Ghost’s concealment abilities were extremely advanced. Even Chu Hao couldn’t detect it, much less these people. It was impossible to tell who among them was the Painted Skin Ghost.

Chu Hao remained calm. He had already spotted Feng Xiaoxiao in a corner of the crowd.

He didn’t expose her, curious about what the Shangguan Family truly intended. Are they really just here to capture the Painted Skin Ghost?

Shangguan Moyue shouted, "Painted Skin Ghost, I know you’re in this crowd!"

At Shangguan Moyue’s signal, his people brought out various instruments: a compass, golden bells, a copper mirror—an assortment of Magic Artifacts to find the Painted Skin Ghost.

Soon, the Shangguan Clan members shook their heads; they hadn’t found it.

Shangguan Moyue, now vexed, addressed everyone. "One by one, step forward and cut your arm with this knife."

Everyone’s expression changed.

"What right do you have to harm us?" someone retorted angrily.

A Shangguan Family member barked, "Shut up if you want to live!"

Xiang Jian, deeply irritated, declared, "Who do you think you are? I’m the boss here!"

Shangguan Moyue sneered. With a flick of his fingers, his men surged forward. They were clearly trained fighters, quickly subduing Xiang Jian’s men.

Xiang Jian, flustered, drew his pistol. But the short-haired woman lunged, disarmed him with a kick, caught the gun in mid-air—all in one fluid motion—and said coldly, "Now who’s the boss?"

Xiang Jian broke into a cold sweat.

Now in full control, Shangguan Moyue smiled cruelly. "Painted Skin Ghost, want to increase your strength? The people here are more than enough for that."

Meanwhile, Feng Xiaoxiao remained perfectly hidden. No one knew she was the Painted Skin Ghost.

Shangguan Moyue continued, "My Shangguan Family will help you grow stronger. But in return, you must help us open King Chu’s Ruins."

Chu Hao was stunned. King Chu’s Ruins!

So, this was connected to King Chu’s Ruins! Chu Hao’s interest was instantly piqued.

Numerous moths appeared in the hall, seemingly from nowhere. They fluttered in mid-air, their wings making soft sounds, like babies speaking.

"Are you serious?"

The crowd stared in disbelief. The moths were clustering together, forming words, speaking! It was utterly inconceivable.