Ghost Catching System

Zhang Qin’ai, the old dean, and the others were worried.

Chu Hao strode out, just in time to see them pouring gasoline. His eyes turned icy as he said, ”Don’t say this Taoist Master didn’t warn you. Anyone who dares to touch this yard will die.”

Everyone was startled. There were more than twenty of them, yet this one person seemed completely unafraid, even declaring they would all die.

When Bai Jiangming saw Chu Hao, his heart blazed with rage, but he also felt fear and apprehension. He stammered, ”Dad, that’s... that’s him.”

Bai Jiangming’s father, Bai Muhai, stopped everyone’s actions and said, ”Kid, I already know what happened. But someone from my Bai Family isn’t a person you can touch. You’d better think carefully. Perhaps you can save yourself, but what about those around you?”

A threat right from the start. They were clearly up to no good.

Hearing the threat, Chu Hao smirked disdainfully. ”When I say all of you will die, I mean all of you will die. I’ll give you ten seconds. Get lost.”

Seeing Chu Hao’s unbridled arrogance, Bai Muhai was furious; he had never imagined someone like this existed. ”Are you seeking death?” he roared.

As he spoke, a burly, middle-aged man beside him pulled out a dark pistol.

Guns again? Do people these days all love playing with guns?

Chu Hao was about to pull out the Cursed Rice when Bai Jiangming yelled, ”Shoot, quickly! He’s trying to cast a curse!”

BANG!

The burly man was decisive, firing directly at Chu Hao’s head.

Shooting to kill in broad daylight? Just how arrogant is this Bai Family?

Chu Hao reacted in a flash, dodging to the side as the bullet slammed into the courtyard wall.

The burly man, stunned, fired two more shots, giving Chu Hao no chance to recover.

The Night Demon Blade appeared in Chu Hao’s hand, instantly transforming into the shape of an umbrella. It blocked the bullets, sending sparks flying.

Everyone froze for a moment. What kind of umbrella was that? It could block bullets?

The burly man fired several more shots in succession, but the umbrella deflected them all. Chu Hao sneered, ”Playing with guns? In front of this Taoist Master, such toys are long obsolete. Tell me, how do you want to die?”

”Ding... Host has successfully acted pretentiously, earning 500 Pretentiousness Points.”

Impressive! Now, a pretentious act earns 500 Pretentiousness Points. With a shocking one, wouldn’t it be 1000 Pretentiousness Points? Thrillingly awesome!

Just as Chu Hao was reveling in his success, he heard Bai Muhai command, ”Bring me my gun!”

One of his subordinates brought over a case and opened it to reveal a golden AK47. Chu Hao stared, taken aback.

Holy hell! Does it have to be this extravagant? A golden AK47! I’ve only ever seen those in games.

Bai Muhai opened fire. The bullets sprayed towards him like points of light, accompanied by a RAT-TAT-TAT sound.

”Die!” Bai Muhai bellowed.

The firepower of the AK47 was indeed fierce, but the bullets couldn’t penetrate the Night Demon Umbrella. Its defense was incredibly strong.

Inside the courtyard, Ju Desheng exclaimed in horror, ”It’s over, it’s over! I forgot to tell Ah-Hao that the Bai Family are arms smugglers!”

Hearing this, Zhang Qin’ai snapped angrily, ”Why didn’t you say something so important earlier?”

”I... I was scared just now.” Ju Desheng slapped himself across the face.

Outside the courtyard, the crowd was utterly dumbfounded.

Seeing that their bullets couldn’t penetrate Chu Hao’s umbrella, the others also drew their guns and started firing at him.

Muzzle flashes lit up the area, and gunshots rang out continuously. The townspeople were terrified, scrambling for cover, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

Chu Hao was furious now. ”Damn it all!” he cursed. ”Where did these bastards get so many guns?”

Holding the umbrella high, he advanced, pushing into the crowd.

He raised the umbrella slightly and threw a punch.

His strength was immense. A grown man’s sternum was directly shattered, and he was sent flying.

The others stopped shooting. They drew knives, steel pipes, and other sharp weapons, roaring as they charged at Chu Hao.

These guys really are a pack of desperados. No wonder Bai Jingyu was so arrogant; they definitely have serious backing in Anli City.

Chu Hao moved with incredible speed. Umbrella in his left hand, blade in his right, he slashed relentlessly, felling one attacker after another.

”I slash! I stab! I block!” Chu Hao roared.

These three moves, executed by Chu Hao, were unstoppable. Coupled with the exceptional sharpness of his blade, a single slash could sever an arm, leaving the group utterly stunned and disoriented.

Damn! Is this a Spartan warrior?

Another kick sent a large man flying. He landed face-first, clutching his stomach in agony.

Bai Muhai was shocked to his core. How could such a person exist? Unafraid of guns, unafraid of blades—more Spartan than the Spartans themselves!

Chu Hao fought with savage relish. One after another, men lay on the ground, screaming in pain. Severed limbs became an all-too-common sight.

A sense of superiority washed over Chu Hao. Perhaps, with the System’s help, I won’t just become a ghost-catching Taoist Master. I might even become the most badass man on Earth.

At this thought, he couldn’t help but laugh loudly, his entire demeanor exuding unbridled arrogance. ”Mortals!” he declared. ”You know nothing about the most badass man on Earth!”

”You know nothing!”

”Ding... Host’s wildly stylish, cool, and heaven-defyingly awesome pretentious act inflicted critical damage upon the enemy, earning 1000 Pretentiousness Points.”

Awesome! 1000 Pretentiousness Points! So damn satisfying.

Indeed, his enemies couldn’t handle it. This guy was too much of a show-off, yet so frustratingly skilled that they had no way to counter him.

BANG!

”Stop right there! Move another muscle, and I’ll shoot him dead!”

Chu Hao froze. He saw Bai Muhai and another middle-aged man holding Zhang Qin’ai and Ju Desheng, guns pressed to their foreheads.

The two captives were paralyzed with fear. They had just been thinking about coming out to help Chu Hao but were scared of getting shot, so they had grabbed pot lids and whatnot before rushing out, only to get caught red-handed.

Bai Muhai looked at the men littering the ground, inwardly stunned. Just what kind of person is this young man?

”Don’t move,” Bai Muhai warned, his voice taut. ”Twitch one finger, and I’ll kill them.”

Chu Hao’s eyes turned glacially cold. He started to take a step forward.

BANG!

A gunshot rang out. Ju Desheng screamed as a bullet tore through his left shoulder.

Bai Muhai’s expression was ferocious. ”Kid, I told you not to move! Otherwise, I’ll kill him!”

Chu Hao’s anger intensified.

Bai Muhai’s heart pounded. This kid is too damn strange. The twenty-odd desperados I brought, every single one a hardened killer, couldn’t even handle him.

It was clear they couldn’t deal with him today. ”Withdraw!” he ordered.

With that, the whole group scrambled into their vehicles, dragging Zhang Qin’ai and Ju Desheng with them.

Bai Muhai looked back at Chu Hao, his voice cold. ”If you want to save them, come to Three Leaves Villa tomorrow.”

Watching them leave, Chu Hao’s anger reached its peak.

The middle-aged man who had been holding one of the hostages didn’t understand. ”Boss, why are we leaving? We could have used those two to threaten him.”

Bai Muhai shook his head. ”You underestimate this guy. I know a bit about Mystical Arts. This kid is probably a ghost keeper. If he summons a ghost, we’ll all be dead.”

The middle-aged man was horrified.

Bai Muhai’s eyes glinted with a sinister light. ”Go back and inform Master Lin Mu. Tell him to come and take charge. I want to see what this kid is really made of. He dared to touch my son? I’ll butcher him.”

These men were all hardened desperados; they had never truly feared anyone.