Ghost Catching System

Yan Chen was determined to learn the Corpse Devil Technique!

Yan Furong exclaimed in shock, "Think of another way! Your hand can still be reattached."

Yan Chen shook his head. "Even if it’s reattached, it’s no longer my hand. Only the Corpse Devil Technique can restore me, can make me strong."

Yan Furong sighed. "You’ll lose your mind. Is it worth doing this just to kill Chu Hao?"

Yan Chen stated decisively, his voice laced with hatred, "It’s worth it."

Yan Furong knew Yan Chen was an incredibly proud person. The enemy he faced this time was extraordinary. If he couldn’t get his revenge, he might very well be ruined.

Yan Chen stared at Yan Furong. "I need fresh flesh and blood. Help me find it."

Yan Furong thought for a moment, then said, "If you go mad, or get killed, I will avenge you."

Yan Chen’s eyes were full of hatred. Perhaps he really had gone mad. Practicing the Corpse Devil Technique could very likely turn him into something neither human nor ghost.

「...」

Chu Hao went looking for Su Muyue and found her with Little Ying, Zuo Lingyun, and others; Little Ying and Zuo Lingyun were also injured.

Chu Hao walked over, smiling. "So, you guys are still alive."

Zuo Lingyun suddenly turned around, shining his flashlight on Chu Hao. His face was livid, as if he were about to spew fire.

Little Ying demanded angrily, "Why didn’t you help us?"

Chu Hao shrugged. "Am I your nanny?"

Chu Hao wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t their nanny, and out here, survival depended solely on one’s own abilities. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Little Ying, still angry, retorted, "But you can’t just do that! We came here together, after all."

Chu Hao scoffed. "Some people... have they ever treated me as one of their own?"

Little Ying suddenly fell silent and looked towards Zuo Lingyun.

Zuo Lingyun took a deep breath. "Chu Hao, I know you have issues with me, but this doesn’t concern them. I hope you’ll save them if you can."

By saying this, he attempted to demonstrate his chivalry and his sincerity towards Su Muyue. His own life or death didn’t matter; the crucial part was that Su Muyue survived. This way, he could express his feelings and achieve the best of both worlds.

Furthermore, his words implied that Chu Hao was petty and mean-spirited, someone who would refuse to help the entire team in a life-or-death situation due to personal friction.

Chu Hao scoffed. "Issues with you? Do you think you’re worthy?"

"DING... Host has successfully struck a blow against pretentiousness, earning 700 Pretentiousness Points."

Zuo Lingyun was struck by that remark. He suddenly realized that all this time he had considered Chu Hao his target, yet Chu Hao had never seen him as a rival. This feeling was much like being an insignificant, showboating clown.

Chu Hao waved his hand coldly. "Don’t try to guilt-trip me with your morals. I’m not your nanny, nor am I your father. Since you chose to come here, don’t complain if you die."

With that, he leaped away and disappeared into the darkness.

Su Muyue sighed. "He’s right. We chose to come here, so if we die, we shouldn’t blame others."

Little Ying was still fuming. "What’s so great about him, anyway?"

Chu Hao shot through the trees at breakneck speed, intending to find and eliminate Yan Chen. However, he noticed that some people who had fallen to their deaths were now being reanimated, possessed by the azure smoke emanating from the coffins.

Chu Hao stopped to observe these resurrected individuals. These "people" had become incredibly agile, leaping from tree to tree like nimble monkeys, seemingly all heading towards the same destination.

Where are they heading?

Curious, Chu Hao followed them.

After following for some distance, he saw many of the living dead gathered together. They were speaking in a language Chu Hao didn’t understand; it was likely an ancient dialect from the Chu Kingdom era.

Strangely, even though they were clearly possessed by some foul entities, his Ghost Eye Ring didn’t reveal any trace of the possessing filth.

Chu Hao decided to capture one and interrogate it.

An idea formed in his mind. Chu Hao spotted one of the living dead—it was Su Changyu, that old coot, leaping about like an agile monkey. Could that old coot really possess such skills? He must be possessed by something foul!

Chu Hao rushed over and pinned him to the ground, demanding, "What are you?"

"Chu Hao, why are you ambushing me?"

The living dead spoke fluently in the Huaxia language. He even recognized Chu Hao and seemed no different from the living Su Changyu, which startled Chu Hao.

Could this foul thing actually retain the dead person’s memories?

Chu Hao stepped on him and said coldly, "Stop your act in front of this Taoist Master! Su Changyu is already dead. What kind of ghost are you, really?"

"I am Su Changyu."

"Still keeping up the act."

Chu Hao stomped down again. Su Changyu cried out in pain, reacting just like a living person.

At that moment, someone noticed them. Su Muyue exclaimed, "Chu Hao, what are you doing?"

As they climbed down, they saw Chu Hao stepping on Su Changyu.

Su Changyu was Su Muyue’s Third Grandpa, after all. How could she tolerate Chu Hao stepping on her elder?

Su Changyu shrieked, "This kid has gone mad! Save me!"

Chu Hao stomped down once more, cursing, "Old coot, still trying to fool me?"

Su Muyue took Little Ying’s gun, pointed it at Chu Hao, and said angrily, "Chu Hao, let him go!"

Chu Hao said helplessly, "This old coot is already dead. There’s something foul possessing him. You have to believe me."

Really?

They were skeptical. They had been fleeing for their lives and had encountered the attacking vines. Su Changyu had fallen from a great height, and they had all thought him dead for sure.

"Mu Yu, I watched you grow up! Are you going to trust an outsider over me?" Su Changyu shouted.

Even Chu Hao was flabbergasted. Is he dead or alive?

Su Muyue said angrily, "Chu Hao, I don’t want to be your enemy. Let go of my Third Grandpa!"

Chu Hao took a deep breath and, looking at Su Muyue with some exasperation, said, "Fine. If you don’t believe me, don’t blame me when you die."

He lifted his foot and walked away.

Su Muyue felt conflicted, but she had to do it. After all, Su Changyu was her blood relative.

At the same time, her thoughts about Chu Hao were a tangled mess. His care and help along the way, how he’d just saved her again... this young man was truly attractive. But a missed chance is a missed chance.

Zuo Lingyun was ecstatic. Chu Hao and Su Muyue are finally at odds! My chance has come!

Zuo Lingyun walked over and helped Su Changyu up. "Old Master, are you alright?"

Su Changyu, huffing and puffing, said, "I’m fine. That kid’s gone mad! He might be the one possessed by something foul."

Chu Hao felt agitated. Su Muyue didn’t believe him. He was somewhat drawn to her—mainly because she was pretty, right?

It was strange. How could someone who was clearly dead come back to life and act just like a normal person?

He found another one of the living dead. He had personally witnessed this person die and then seen the azure smoke from a coffin possess the body. Without a word, Chu Hao charged and began to beat the daylights out of the reanimated corpse, leaving it gasping for breath.

His face bruised and swollen from the miserable beating, the person stammered, "Why... why are you hitting me?"

"You crawl out of coffins to possess dead bodies! What the hell are you trying to do?" Chu Hao shouted angrily.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

The result was another brutal beating. Chu Hao declared, "If I don’t teach you a lesson today, then I’m not King Chubi!"

With that, he took out the Ghost-whipping Whip and lashed out fiercely with the Thunder Whip.