Ghost Catching System-Chapter 496 - 495 This Makes Sense_1

Chu Hao picked up the severed finger, dripping with fresh blood, and approached Wei Yun. He lifted the massive belly and began drawing a Blood Curse on it.

While Chu Hao was drawing the Blood Curse, people outside the manor began to attack. Yu Sicheng and Wang Meng, seeing so many people appear, grew worried for Chu Hao and charged forward as well.

Outside the manor, blood flowed like rivers. The assailants’ momentum was overwhelming, and those guarding the manor simply couldn’t hold them back.

There were too many people. When they forced their way into the hall, they saw Chu Hao drawing a Blood Curse on the elderly man in traditional attire.

"Divine Fetus!" Seeing Wei Yun’s belly swell, the crowd rejoiced.

"Release that Divine Fetus!" someone shouted.

Chu Hao paid no attention.

He discarded the finger and began to perform a ritual, chanting, "Round Heaven, Square Earth, by the Laws of the Nine Chapters, I now set my pen to twist spirits and ghosts, to shift Heaven and Earth—hurry, as per the commandment!"

Instantly, the Blood Curse on Wei Yun’s belly emitted a terrifying Evil Qi. A violent wind caused the entire hall to shake, making it difficult for many to stand.

They saw the Blood Curse acting like a chain, pulling out the Ghost Fetus—an infant of no small size, sealed upon the curse.

Soon after, the Blood Curse on the man in traditional attire seemed to respond. The two curses merged, pulling the Ghost Fetus into the elderly man’s body.

"No! No!"

The man in traditional attire’s scalp went numb with fear. What sort of ability is this, to graft the Ghost King Fetus inside my body?

The others who witnessed this scene were also horrified.

They saw the elderly man’s belly rapidly bulging as the Ghost King Fetus thrashed violently inside, causing the man such extreme pain that he began to roll on the floor.

Chu Hao coldly watched the man in traditional attire and said, "Since you cultivated it, you should give birth to it. It’s only reasonable."

"Ding... Host shocks with pretentiousness, gaining 900 Pretentiousness Points."

"Ding... Host shocks with pretentiousness, gaining 900 Pretentiousness Points."

The elderly man was terrified. Once the Ghost Fetus was born, it would absorb all the yang life force from its host, ensuring his death.

The elderly man knelt on the ground, crying in agony, "Please, save me! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!"

Chu Hao kicked him away, his voice cold. "Cultivating this ghostly thing, did you never consider the feelings of those who died because of it?"

The elderly man writhed in agony. His belly finally couldn’t take it anymore and burst open, black blood spraying out.

The scene was horrific: a small, ashen hand clawed at his belly, tearing open a bloody hole from which black blood splattered everywhere.

BANG!

The elderly man’s belly finally exploded. His body withered in an instant, turning into a pile of ash, his soul also consumed by the Ghost Fetus.

A small, ashen-colored infant fell to the ground.

The Ghost King Fetus was born!

The Ghost King Fetus—its skin was ashen, its eyes pupil-less like two black pearls. It propped itself up to stand, its mouth full of sharp, sawtooth fangs, and howled at the crowd.

It was a Ghost!

No, it should be described as an existence neither human nor ghost, having been born, after all, from a human body.

The Ghost King Fetus was powerful. It had gestated for a long time in the Ghost Mother’s womb, absorbing her Evil Qi. It let out a deafening roar that stupefied the minds and spirits of people, who instinctively covered their ears.

Someone from the crowd exclaimed in delight, "Quick, catch it!"

This person was from the He Family of the Nine Gates of Huaxia. For this moment, he had brought half of the family’s elite.

The Ghost King Fetus pounced. Its speed was incredible; it leaped like a spring, bit into a person’s neck, and, GULP, GULP, began devouring their fresh blood.

A middle-aged man from the He Family took out a talisman and shouted, "Supreme spirits above, Nine Nether worlds below! I urgently beseech the ancestral master’s order to suppress ghosts and banish all goblins!"

The yellow talisman WHOOSHED out, sticking to the Ghost King Fetus. But how could the Ghost King Fetus be so easily subdued? The yellow talisman’s inscription instantly turned black and fell to the ground.

The Ghost King Fetus turned its head, revealing a row of sharp teeth, its expression ferociously fixed on the middle-aged man from the He Family.

The Ghost King Fetus pounced, its speed incredibly fast, like a streak of black lightning. It bit the man on the neck, and blood splattered.

The man fell to the ground, trying to push the Ghost King Fetus off.

The Ghost Fetus bit down firmly, and the man couldn’t utter a sound. After a few convulsions, he showed no signs of life. His body withered, just like the old man in the Tang suit—as if consumed by fire, turning into ashes.

The others were startled. This Ghost King Fetus was far too formidable.

At that moment, Chu Hao charged forward and stomped on the Ghost King Fetus.

His strength was so great that when he stepped on its back, the Ghost King Fetus struggled wildly but couldn’t break free and only howled at Chu Hao.

Chu Hao said, "Little thing, encountering this Taoist Master is your bad luck."

Suddenly, laughter came from outside the hall.

A middle-aged woman with a seductive figure stood there. Her appearance was not stunning, rather ordinary. She stared at the Ghost King Fetus under Chu Hao’s foot and said, "Such an impressive Divine Fetus."

"The Ghost Lady of the Three Truths Sect!"

Upon seeing the middle-aged woman, an old Taoist from Mao Mountain couldn’t help but exclaim.

The Ghost Lady was infamous in the Yin and Yang Realm, not to mention her origin from the Three Truths Sect.

The Three Truths Sect was an extremely ancient sect, its history no less formidable than Longhu Mountain. Most importantly, it attracted many of the elite talents from the Yin and Yang Realm.

The Ghost Lady had also come for the Ghost King Fetus.

A red-haired man appeared, his face covered with a black Ghost Mask, but his blood-red pupils were visible.

However, this red-haired man with the mask shifted his gaze from the Ghost King Fetus to Chu Hao, his eyes filled with a mad killing intent.

Chu Hao was somewhat bewildered. He didn’t know this person.

A woman with a bewitching appearance emerged. "Whose it is remains to be seen," she declared. It was Yan Furong from the Yan Family.

"Yan Furong." The Ghost Lady stared at Yan Furong, her eyes full of killing intent.

Yan Furong didn’t look at the Ghost Lady. Instead, she observed Chu Hao with interest and said, "We meet again, Chu Hao."

Chu Hao certainly remembered Yan Furong. This woman, who had been with Yan Chen, had actually escaped from King Chu’s Tomb.

Yet, Yan Furong seemed somewhat different from when they last met. How should I put it? This woman gives me a very dangerous feeling.

Ouyang Lan also walked in, saying, "No one is allowed to take the Ghost King Fetus away."

Ouyang Lan was surprised. She hadn’t expected Chu Hao to be here as well. Seeing him stepping on the Ghost King Fetus, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The Ghost Lady smiled faintly and said, "Just you, Ouyang girl? I heard your S-Level Demon Exorcists are severely injured. If you don’t recuperate properly and instead meddle in this affair, aren’t you afraid the Seventh District will find itself short another Demon Slayer?"

"Underestimate me, and you won’t even know how you died," Ouyang Lan said coldly.

The Ghost Lady simply scoffed in disdain.

A middle-aged man stepped forward from the Longhu Mountain contingent. His eyes were as dark as lacquer, and a series of golden rings adorned his hands. Coldly surveying everyone present, he said, "You youngsters really don’t take Longhu Mountain seriously.

"In recent years, heretical sects and the Nine Gates of Huaxia have indeed grown quite arrogant. It is time to clear out some of these unstable elements."