Ghost Catching System

The Pope, whose real name was Chen Fugui, wore an expression of cold indifference. He felt no need to be courteous towards the big shots of Anli City; his reputation spoke for itself.

The Pope said indifferently, ”Who’s the target?”

Mu Haibai let out a sigh of relief. The Pope’s arrival was a good sign. He laughed and said, ”He will come tomorrow. Please wait a moment.”

The Pope nodded. ”500,000 US dollars.”

”No problem.”

The Pope was already preparing his heavy weapon: a sniper rifle.

At the same time, who exactly did this Mu Haibai want to kill to warrant such a grand show of force, simply lying in wait for someone to fall into the trap? the Pope wondered.

”Forget it, I’ll find out tomorrow,” the Pope muttered to himself.

Finally, Mu Haibai awaited the arrival of Master Lin Mu. He was a short, elderly man with a hunched back, as thin as a rail, and carried a walking stick. His sharp eyes stared straight at Mu Haibai.

Mu Haibai hurriedly said, ”Master Lin Mu.”

Lin Mu, a member of the Nether Cult, was one of the Twelve Protectors, ranked last among them.

In the Nether Cult, his status wasn’t as high as Dong Qi’s or Liang Qian’s, given his twelfth-place ranking. However, as a Protector, he still wielded significant strength in their line of work.

Master Lin Mu, holding his walking stick, said indifferently, ”Little Hai! Who are you trying to deal with? Does the other person know Ghost Technique?”

Mu Haibai replied, ”He indeed knows Ghost Technique, and he has even raised a Ghost. I guess he’s also a master of Inner Strength.”

Lin Mu snorted coldly. ”Hmph! The older I get, the more backward things seem. You’ve summoned this master for a mere brat? Go and bring me two Western girls. Make sure their bodies are clean.”

Mu Haibai nodded repeatedly; he certainly had access to two untouched Western girls.

Speaking of which, Mu Haibai’s ability to make a fortune through smuggling relied entirely on this Lin Mu. The old fellow was nothing but a lecherous old goat. At his age, could he even handle two Western girls?

With everything in place, how could Chu Hao, no matter how capable, breach this villa fortress? He had people, guns, and even hostages.

Mu Haibai sneered, ”The game begins.”

The next day, Chu Hao returned to the Sanqing Pavilion.

Wang Meng and the others were extremely anxious; even Dong Qi and Liang Qian were getting nervous, as the Sanqing Pavilion had been ”surrounded.”

Damn!!

More than two thousand people thronged outside the Sanqing Pavilion. Cars packed every available space—all sorts of business vehicles and luxury cars. The elite Shamate of Anli City had all gathered here.

The elite Shamate were different from the average ones; their presence and equipment were professionally top-notch.

Seeing Chu Hao finally return, Wang Meng hurriedly asked, ”Brother Hao, all these people have come looking for you. They won’t smash up our Sanqing Pavilion, will they?”

”No worries, these people are here to help,” Chu Hao said with a smile.

Hearing Chu Hao’s explanation, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

”Are we going to rescue someone tonight?”

The speaker was Liang Qian, a woman with burgundy hair, delicate brows, a slim waist, and an exceptional demeanor. Since her arrival at the Sanqing Pavilion, she had blended in well with the others.

Dong Qi quickly said, ”Master, do you want me to sneak in and rescue them first?”

Chu Hao waved his hand and said, ”No need. Nobody dares to touch a single hair on the person this Taoist Master wants to save!”

”Let’s go!”

A large group moved out, especially the elite Shamate. They drove car after car, forming a long procession that snaked towards the Three Leaves Villa.

At the Three Leaves Villa, Mu Haibai waited with calm anticipation.

Brother Hou rushed over in a hurry and said, ”Boss, a lot of people have come.”

Mu Haibai was startled. He got up and went outside, where he indeed saw a stream of cars arriving.

Brother Hou said, ”Those look like Cao Shanhe’s men.”

Mu Haibai frowned, then relaxed and laughed. This Cao Shanhe, he hung up on me earlier, and now he’s sending people to help me?

Brother Hou pointed at another group of people and said, ”Those people over there, they seem to be Qin Boren’s men.”

Old Qin is still considerate. These two are just messing with me.

Mu Haibai breathed a sigh of relief, assuming Qin Boren and Cao Shanhe were there to help him.

Just then, a lackey ran in, panting, and said, ”Boss, a lot of people have come outside! There are already more than a thousand!”

Mu Haibai was surprised but still managed to keep calm. ”Don’t panic,” he said. ”These people are here to help me.”

That lackey, cold sweat on his forehead, said, ”No, Boss! A friend called me and said they’re going to flatten Three Leaves Villa today!”

Upon hearing this, Mu Haibai exclaimed angrily, ”What? Say that again!”

The Shamate lackey trembled and said, ”It’s true… Many more people are coming, saying they want to flatten the place.”

Mu Haibai punched the Shamate lackey in the face, cursing, ”All these people came to help, you fucking idiot! Get out!”

After the Shamate lackey left, Mu Haibai stared intently outside the villa. More and more people were appearing, and a bad premonition crept into his heart.

Something’s not right, not right at all.

Mu Haibai tried calling Cao Shanhe, but his phone was still off; Qin Boren’s phone was off as well.

”Little Hou, go and find out what’s going on. Are these people really here to help?” Mu Haibai said.

Brother Hou nodded and went out.

The Pope was squatting in a corner, sniper rifle already prepared. He believed that as soon as the target appeared, he could kill them instantly and get his hands on the 500,000 US dollars.

The Pope had been in agony this whole time, ever since Chu Hao had sealed his Three Souls and Seven Spirits. At first, he didn’t believe it. But after consulting a spirit medium specializing in such matters, she had looked at him strangely and confirmed that something indeed had bound his Three Souls and Seven Spirits.

The Pope was in despair. Every time he remembered Chu Hao’s words, he didn’t dare to leave Anli City. He deeply regretted provoking Chu Hao and, in his heart, cursed the client who had hired him a thousand times over.

But fortunately, Chu Hao hadn’t contacted him since their last encounter, and he was more than happy for the respite.

He looked through the scope of his sniper rifle and immediately saw a large crowd of people approaching the villa; it was practically a sea of people, which he found quite strange.

However, through the scope, he saw a familiar figure getting out of a car.

The Pope thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He rubbed them forcefully before looking again.

Suddenly, he saw the face that haunted his nightmares, a face arguably more terrifying than an Evil Ghost’s.

That young man turned his head in this direction, seeming to spot him from a thousand meters away.

”Damn it!!”

The Pope instantly bristled, trembling uncontrollably.

What’s going on! The person Mu Haibai wanted me to kill... it couldn’t be him, could it?

This thought crossed his mind, and the Pope started to question his life choices. How the hell am I so unlucky?

His hands trembled as he took out his phone and called Mu Haibai. He roared into the phone, ”Mu Haibai, you son of a bitch! Tell me honestly, what’s the name of the person you want to go after?”

On the other end of the phone, Mu Haibai was also stunned. He said, ”Someone named Chu Hao.”

”Fuck your ancestors to the eighteenth generation!” The Pope cursed and promptly hung up the call.

With shaky hands, the Pope dialed a familiar number. He had never imagined he would take the initiative to call this person.