Ghost Catching System

Tai Yisheng looked down at Wang Meng, like a god high above, and said, ”An ant dares to roar at me? You really all deserve to die.”

Tai Yisheng was about to strike and kill Wang Meng.

Suddenly!

A furious shout.

”Heaven and earth’s mysterious truth, all things return to one, with my bloody body, I offer myself as sacrifice.”

Beside them, Li Yin roared like mad, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, frantically circulating the Yang Energy in his body.

Only to see Li Yin’s face turning incomparably pale, like a corpse, terrifying to behold.

His Yang Qi was drained in an instant.

Tai Yisheng froze, and said in surprise, ”Deathward Curse!?”

Under Tai Yisheng’s feet, a black hole appeared.

From the bottom of that black hole, one black, icy iron chain after another emerged, locking Tai Yisheng in place.

Li Yin had burned through all of his Yang Qi, far beyond his limits.

Zhang Lili cried out in shock, sobbing, ”Li Yin, don’t!”

Zhang Lili wept in anguish; she knew all too well how terrifying the Rebirth Mantra was—once cast, death was guaranteed.

”Lili, run.”

Li Yin made up his mind and formed seals again.

An even more horrifying scene occurred: from beneath the black hole, a long-haired Fierce Ghost walked out, hair billowing, dagger in hand, stabbing toward Tai Yisheng’s heart.

”Puchi.”

It all happened too fast.

Tai Yisheng, bound by the chains, couldn’t move; he spat a mouthful of blood.

His flesh was diamond-hard, indestructible.

But this Deathward Curse didn’t attack the flesh; that dagger was half-transparent, striking at the soul.

Tai Yisheng gritted his teeth, stared at Li Yin, and said, ”Didn’t think I’d actually see the Deathward Curse here. That curse isn’t something just anyone can cast—without absolute resolve, you wouldn’t dare. You’ll be dragged by Ghost Demons into the Rebirth Realm and never, ever escape.”

Everyone was horrified.

They saw strange phenomena appear all around Li Yin.

Around him, some black shadows appeared, faint and indistinct, their origin unknown, winding around Li Yin.

Those black shadows finally moved; they grabbed Li Yin’s body and began dragging him downward.

Li Yin struggled with all his might, letting out a furious scream.

Tai Yisheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered, ”You almost succeeded. Fortunately, I am in the Perfect Drought Demon body; otherwise, if you’d really killed me, I’d have lost all face.”

Li Yin roared; in the end he was dragged into the ground by those eerie black shadows and vanished.

”Li Yin!”

Zhang Lili wept like a broken person; she knocked herself out and was carried away in flight.

Tai Yisheng couldn’t break free for the moment; he looked up at the white-haired Fierce Ghost floating above his head.

The white-haired Fierce Ghost grinned at him eerily; with some unease in his heart, Tai Yisheng barked, ”Ghost Demon from the Rebirth Realm, you only get one strike. Still not rolling back?”

The White-haired Demon wore a crafty smile, and its figure finally slowly faded away.

The chains binding Tai Yisheng finally vanished; he looked somewhat weakened, dropping to one knee.

Tai Yisheng’s expression was ice-cold; to have encountered the Deathward Curse on such a small fry—he’d really been too careless.

”A bunch of ants. None of you will escape.”

Meanwhile, on the road to Mao Mountain, Chu Hao’s heart was pounding wildly.

Chu Hao said, ”What’s going on? Why do I feel so uneasy, my mind in chaos?”

”We’re almost at Mao Mountain,” Fang Jingxue said.

Suddenly, a hurried figure appeared ahead, and everyone tensed.

”A Mao Mountain Disciple!”

It was a Mao Mountain Disciple, seemingly fleeing for his life, disheveled and miserable.

”Disciple of Maoshan Sect, what happened to you?” someone from Zhou Team stepped forward to ask.

The Mao Mountain Disciple grabbed Zhou Team in a death grip and said, ”Dead, they’re all dead.”

Then the Mao Mountain Disciple recounted what had happened: someone had rescued them, but ended up being hunted by Tai Yisheng; many people died.

The Mao Mountain Disciple didn’t want to talk; he just wanted to get away from here.

”Who died!?”

Chu Hao seized him, eyes locked on him.

Under Chu Hao’s stare, the Mao Mountain Disciple felt immense pressure and said, ”The cellmate who used to be with me, his name was Yu Sicheng, and another called Ankang Mo. And one more, who bought us a chance to escape—his name was Li Yin.”

Li Yin, Old Mo, Brother Si Cheng

Dead?

Chu Hao’s whole body trembled, his heart feeling as though pierced by needles.

”Hurry, don’t let anyone get away.” Pursuers were closing in from behind.

A group of people came chasing, clearly after the Mao Mountain Disciple.

”They’re here, run!”

The Mao Mountain Disciple cried out in terror and fled in panic.

”Prepare for battle,” Zhou Team shouted.

Suddenly, a violent gust swept past them, and the group of pursuers ahead let out shrill screams.

Those screams lasted only a brief instant before everything returned to its previous stillness.

When Zhou Team and the others walked up, they shuddered; all those men had been struck by some sharp weapon.

Cut into eight pieces.

Chu Hao had left one alive. His voice hoarse, he asked, ”Where did the others run off to?”

The last survivor was terrified. Just who was this guy? He hadn’t even reacted, and all his companions were dead.

”O-over there.”

Chu Hao snapped his neck and sped off in the direction he pointed.

Like a rushing gale, he shot through the forest.

Finally, he saw a group of people fleeing for their lives, and his speed exploded.

That group thought Tai Yisheng had caught up, and were insanely nervous.

But then they saw a familiar young figure appear right in front of everyone.

”Chu—Chu Hao!” the crowd exclaimed.

”Chu Hao.”

Mu Yufei was exhausted as well; she had spent too much, chased all the way. It wasn’t Tai Yisheng who’d been after them, but a group of living men.

Chu Hao saw Mu Yufei and Luo Yan.

And on Luo Yan’s back, the unconscious Diao Chan, which shocked him.

Diao Chan had gotten out.

He saw Zhang Lili, expression vacant, being dragged along as they fled.

When Zhang Lili saw Chu Hao, she burst into tears with a wail.

”Li—Li Yin, he, he…”

Chu Hao’s eyes reddened.

At that moment, Luo Yan, with Diao Chan on her back, walked up. She gritted her teeth, slapped Chu Hao across the face, and cried out through her tears.

”You

came

too

late.”

Too late.

Whether it was Li Yin, or Ankang Mo and Yu Sicheng, they had all died because of him.

Wang Meng sobbed, clutching Chu Hao, ”Ah-Hao, Old Mo is dead, Brother Si Cheng is dead, wuu wuu…”

This grown man was crying like a child.

Chu Hao lowered his head, clenching his fists tight.

Then, from ahead, came a cruel, savage laugh.

”None of you are leaving.”

Tai Yisheng had arrived.

The System’s voice rang out.

System prompt: ”Endless Killing Intent, mission triggered: kill Tai Yisheng to obtain forty million Experience Points.”

System prompt: ”Complete the mission to obtain eight hundred thousand Merit Points.”

System prompt: ”Complete the mission to obtain one Gold Diamond Treasure Chest.”

Everyone’s faces changed drastically; Tai Yisheng had still caught up.

Tai Yisheng had come; he felt it was necessary to keep the three great beauties Diao Chan, Luo Yan, and Mu Yufei.

He wouldn’t touch women who already belonged to someone else, due to his mental cleanliness, but he could still keep them as slaves.

Suddenly.

Tai Yisheng sensed a surge of killing intent—an extremely intense killing intent—that made every hair on his body stand on end in an instant.

”Boom.”

Luo Yan and the others only heard a sound explode, with a gale sweeping over them, and instinctively closed their eyes.