Ghost Catching System-Chapter 504 - 503 Foreign Ghost Attack_1

The Underworld is not like the Yang Realm; it has powerful ghosts as well as weak ones, with a clear hierarchy. For instance, an ordinary Ghost Officiant can’t compare to the might of Black and White Impermanence, and similarly, Black and White Impermanence can’t match Yanjun’s level. The same is true for ghost cultivators.

Chu Hao asked, "What’s the origin of this Foreign Ghost Army you speak of?"

The ghost cultivator replied, "Foreign Ghosts are monsters that exist on the edge of life and death, the Netherworld’s cancer. Our task as ghost cultivators is to eliminate them."

Wang Junshu couldn’t help but ask, "What’s the difference between the Netherworld and the Underworld?"

The ghost cultivator explained, "The Underworld might seem vast to those in the Yang Realm, but it’s merely a part of the Netherworld."

The Underworld is just a part of the Netherworld? This was the first I’ve heard of it. It’s like the Underworld is analogous to a national unit in the Yang Realm, while the Netherworld is akin to the human world.

Wang Junshu nodded, truly enlightened. He had been to the Underworld before but hadn’t known these facts.

Chu Hao continued, "How many ghost cultivators are there here?"

The ghost cultivator responded, "I don’t know the exact number of ghost cultivators. They come here to hunt Foreign Ghosts to earn Merit Points."

Chu Hao inquired, "What lies beyond the Land of the Vast Ancient?"

The ghost cultivator answered, "Fengdu."

Fengdu is the Ghost City of the Underworld.

With a puzzled expression, Wang Junshu said, "That doesn’t make sense! I’ve been to Fengdu before. How come I’ve never heard of ghost cultivators?"

As a disciple of Mao Mountain, Wang Junshu naturally had his share of dealings with ghost officiants and had certainly visited Fengdu, yet he had never heard of ghost cultivators.

Looking at him, the ghost cultivator said, "The Fengdu you know is just the outermost part. The real Fengdu is vast, and we live in the inner areas."

So that’s how it is.

"From what you say, ghost cultivators are quite special in the Underworld," Chu Hao remarked.

The ghost cultivator said warily, "Living human, I’ll pretend I never saw you. I don’t want the Soul Gathering Talisman anymore."

Chu Hao looked down at him, debating whether to kill a ghost cultivator just to test it out.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble violently.

Both men looked back to see a colossal creature emerging on the horizon of the Land of the Vast Ancient. It was a monster covered in bone spurs, easily over twenty meters tall and resembling a giant statue. With each step it took, the ground trembled.

Following the monster was a dense army of Foreign Ghosts, each bizarrely shaped, but their bone spurs were a standard feature.

The ghost cultivator on the ground cried out in horror, "The Foreign Ghost Army!"

Chu Hao and Wang Junshu were both startled by the sudden appearance of so many Foreign Ghosts. Then they noticed three figures at the forefront of the army.

Who could it be but Yan Furong, Yan Chen, and the Ghost Lady?

Holy shit!

Seeing the three of them, Chu Hao’s mind buzzed. The Ghost Mother had also been sent to the Underworld!

But at that moment, Yan Furong and his group were in dire straits, pursued by the Foreign Ghost Army. Spotting Chu Hao and the others, they ran excitedly in their direction. They had so many questions for Chu Hao; what on earth was this place?

After Yan Furong, Yan Chen, and the Ghost Mother were transported to the Land of the Vast Ancient, they found themselves face to face with the Foreign Ghost Army, which scared them out of their wits. Even the Ghost Mother felt the terror of the Foreign Ghost Army and fled as fast as she could.

Chu Hao exclaimed, "In which direction is Fengdu?"

The Ghost Cultivator, also terrified, said, "Take me with you, and I’ll show you the way."

Without a word, Chu Hao and Wang Junshu picked up the ghost cultivator’s mangled body and ran.

"My leg! My leg!" the Ghost Cultivator cried out. One of his legs had been left behind, but Chu Hao and Wang Junshu couldn’t care less; they just sprinted.

The ground shook violently. The Foreign Ghost Army was simply too numerous. Especially those twenty-meter-tall Foreign Ghosts—ordinary people couldn’t possibly outrun them!

Chu Hao cradled the Ghost Cultivator’s head as the ghost urgently pointed the way, "This direction!"

For Chu Hao, it was relatively easy. In this land of jagged rocks, he possessed Qinggong, allowing him to practically fly over rooftops and walls. Soon, he left Wang Junshu far behind.

At this moment, he couldn’t worry about Wang Junshu. Besides, Wang Junshu had tried to snatch the Ghost Fetus, so Chu Hao didn’t have a good impression of him anyway.

Finally, Chu Hao saw a massive city wall ahead. It was incredibly high, seeming to stretch endlessly upwards into the clouds. Is that the edge of Fengdu?

Chu Hao remained cautious. The Ghost Cultivator sniffed out our human scent earlier. Now that we’re approaching the Ghost City, other Ghost Cultivators might also realize I’m alive. It’ll be like a wolf at the front door and a tiger at the back.

Fortunately, Chu Hao’s Devil Mask could alter his aura, hiding his human scent and replacing it with genuine Ghost Qi.

The Ghost Cultivator howled in misery. His entire body was gone except for his head, which Chu Hao still cradled. If Chu Hao abandons me now, I’m definitely dead, the ghost thought frantically.

The Ghost Cultivator directed, "Run left! There’s an entrance in the wall there."

Chu Hao spotted the entrance to the left. He put the Ghost Cultivator’s head into the Ghost Gourd and sprinted towards it.

At this time, Chu Hao also noticed several figures running nearby—to be precise, they weren’t people, but Ghost Cultivators. Their speed was also incredibly fast, indicating considerable power.

He finally reached the entrance. Turning around, Chu Hao let out a sigh of relief.

He had run the fastest, leaving the others far behind. Wang Junshu, injured, was running slowly. Yan Furong and Yan Chen had likely been caught by those twenty-meter-tall colossal Foreign Ghosts; their fates were unknown.

Ghost Mother! Chu Hao scanned the area behind him. Where is she? I don’t believe she’s dead. She’s too formidable; ordinary Foreign Ghosts can’t touch her.

Sure enough, Chu Hao saw the Ghost Mother. She was moving extremely fast, heading towards the entrance.

Chu Hao’s mouth twitched. What an awful day. Without further hesitation, he plunged through the entrance.

From the ground near the city wall, many stone blocks rose, and large numbers of Netherworld Soldiers emerged from them to face the Foreign Ghost Army. Chu Hao didn’t see this, as he had already run inside the city walls.

The other side of the city wall revealed a different landscape, with high-rise buildings resembling modern architecture alongside many ancient structures.

Chu Hao was exhausted from running, panting heavily and longing for water. Only then did he notice a large number of Netherworld Soldiers brushing past him, rushing out of the city walls to engage the enemy.

Chu Hao continued to run forward. I can’t let the Ghost Mother find me. With her strength, she has definitely entered the city too.

Chu Hao ran on. Fengdu was enormous, with its myriad streets and alleys. He finally reached a corner and stopped, gasping for air.

"What rotten luck today," Chu Hao couldn’t help but grumble.

Only then did Chu Hao take a look around. There were quite a few people—or rather, ghosts—bustling about, much like on the streets of the Yang Realm. Some wore ancient clothing, while others wore attire closer to modern styles.

Moreover, Chu Hao saw some animals talking. These animals, some walking upright and some on all fours, varied in appearance. If these were in the Yang Realm, it would surely cause chaos; they’d likely be captured by the state for research. But here, it’s a pretty common sight.