Are you kidding ?! The Ghost King is such a formidable entity that even if he went to the Underworld, it would be the likes of Black and White Impermanence who would "receive" him. The Shangguan Family claims to be one of the Nine Gates of Huaxia, but they are insignificant in the Yin and Yang Realm. How could they possibly capture a Ghost King, let alone force him to flee and move the Ghost King Fetus? There must be another explanation. Unless... the Ghost King was caught on purpose.
According to the Ancient Desolate Scripture, there is one type of ghost that is extrely terrifying: the Heavenly Yang Sha Ghost. This type of ghost, after becoming pregnant, relies on humans to give birth to its offspring. It must be a man with strong Yang energy; won don’t et the requirents. This Ghost King... she intentionally had her child born through a human.
Chu Hao cursed, "System, are you digging a hole for to jump into?"
The System’s delicate voice replied, "Host, you’re being silly. All tasks are unrelated to this System. You dug this hole yourself and jumped right in."
The Ghost King Fetus is so weak; logically, the task shouldn’t have such high rewards. It turns out this was all a trap.
The red-haired masked man stared at Chu Hao. "Throw him out. Maybe that will appease the Ghost King’s anger."
The Ghost King hadn’t arrived yet, but the re thought of her was terrifying enough to make everyone wary.
Chu Hao said coldly, "Go ahead and try. Let’s see if you throw out, or I throw you out. By the way, you think you’re so cool? Wearing a mask and dyeing your hair red? What are you, so kind of non-conformist reject?"
The red-haired masked man’s eyes glinted fiercely.
The curved knife in the red-haired masked man’s hand slashed towards Chu Hao. This man was Yan Chen. Ever since cultivating an Evil Technique, he had been consud by thoughts of revenge. Seeing Chu Hao set him up again, how could he remain calm?
Chu Hao dodged and kicked out. Yan Chen reacted quickly, blocking the kick with the back of his knife, but he was still forced back several steps.
"Chu Hao!" Yan Chen roared, unable to suppress the rage in his heart any longer. A blood mist erupted around his body, like nurous Fierce Ghosts coalescing to envelop him.
Wang Junshu frowned. "The Corpse Devil Technique."
It was an incredibly malevolent Evil Technique. Even heretical sects hesitated to accept its existence because cultivating it would turn a person into sothing neither human nor ghost. The technique involved the continuous consumption of humans, ghosts, and demons to strengthen oneself, leading to the loss of all basic human morality and character.
Wang Junshu drew his sword. "You actually cultivated such an Evil Technique," he said coldly. "You don’t deserve to live."
"Get lost!" Yan Chen shouted angrily.
The most significant feature of the Corpse Devil Technique was corpse refinent. The more corpses one refined, the stronger one beca. In the Ancient Tomb, Yan Chen had devoured the bodies of many ancient generals, greatly increasing his strength. Furthermore, after leaving King Chu’s Tomb, he had constantly sought breakthroughs, finding many other Ancient Tombs. The powerful corpses within were all targets for his refinent.
Yan Chen erupted. The rolling blood mist spread throughout the hall.
Wang Junshu was not afraid. As a Mao Mountain Taoist, his power was unfathomable. Ordinary ghosts, demons, and evil spirits were beneath his notice, but Yan Chen, a cultivator of the Corpse Devil Technique, piqued his interest.
"AAAH!"
Continuous screams echoed from outside; the horde of Wandering Wild Ghosts was finally approaching.
Everyone looked out. They saw a mass of hair floating in mid-air, and within it, an extrely horrifying face. It was a woman’s face, pale as paper, with blood streaming from her eyes—this was the Ghost Mother of the Ghost King Fetus!
With her Ghost Fetus killed, the Ghost Mother was completely enraged. Her Ghost Qi pierced the heavens, her long hair swirling like a legion of demons, engulfing the entire villa.
CRACK!
The villa’s walls turned blood-red, then cracked apart and disintegrated into ashes. The wall facing the Ghost Mother dissolved instantly, and everyone clearly saw her in the sky, emitting a thunderous roar.
"My child! Give back my child!" the Ghost Mother shrieked, her heart-wrenching wail splitting the eardrums of all who heard it.
Chu Hao stared, wide-eyed and speechless. This Ghost King is horrifying to this degree! How can we possibly fight her?
He took a step back and shouted, "Everyone, since we killed the Ghost King Fetus together, let’s join forces! We can definitely kill the Ghost Mother!"
"Ding... Host’s shaless provocation and posturing has earned 900 Pretentiousness Points."
Damn it! Even now, this thing still wants to screw everyone over!
The Ghost Mother, blood streaming from her eyes, bellowed, "You’re all going to die!"
Chu Hao hurriedly asked the System, "System, I have 33,000 Pretentiousness Points now. Can I wipe out the Ghost Mother with that?"
The System gave a definitive answer: "No."
"Ghost Mother, we outnumber you! Co at us if you dare! Unless you’re a spineless coward!" Chu Hao taunted, even as he glanced backward, planning his escape.
The people in the hall wanted to beat him to death.
"Chu Hao, shut your mouth!" Yan Furong exclaid, her small face flushed with anger.
Chu Hao retreated further. "Yan Furong, I won’t tell anyone you slapped the Ghost Fetus’s face."
Yan Furong was about to explode with rage. As the Ghost Mother’s gaze fixed on her and an oppressive Ghost Qi bore down, a chill ran down her spine.
Chu Hao hesitated no longer. There are too many ghosts, and I can’t find any openings. He decided to fight his way out first.
He moved quickly and leaped out the window.
Seeing him flee, the others didn’t delay. With their loyalties divided, they had no intention of uniting against the Ghost Mother. Only those who escaped would survive.
The Ghost Mother’s hysterical screams echoed through the sky as a vast army of ghosts lunged at the crowd.
Chu Hao was the first one out. Seeing countless ghosts rushing at him, he roared, "Kill!"
Wielding an iron club, he charged into the swarm. These ghosts weren’t individually strong, but perhaps due to the Ghost Mother’s influence, even the weaker ones were fiercely aggressive.
BOOM!
Chu Hao swung his Ritian Stick horizontally, eradicating a large swath of ghosts.
"Ding... You have slain an Evil Ghost, earning 5,000 Experience Points."
"Ding... You have slain a Xiao Gui, earning 500 Experience Points."
"Ding... You have slain a Fierce Ghost, earning 10,000 Experience Points."
"Ding... An Evil Ghost dropped an Evil Ghost Pill, which has been added to your inventory."
Chu Hao fought his way out for about ten ters but found himself sward by too many ghosts. They pressed the attack fearlessly from all sides.
He cursed under his breath. Where are all these ghosts coming from? There are just too many!
The others were also desperately trying to break through the encirclent.
Just then, the Ghost Mother arrived above the villa. Her hair transford into strands of Jing Ji, shooting down at the people below.
THWIP! THWIP!
People were continuously pierced, her hair as sharp as spears.
Chu Hao spun his Ritian Stick, barely deflecting the sharp strands of hair, but his arms grew numb from the impacts. This power is terrifying!
"Run!" he yelled, having no intention of fighting.
The others also wore expressions of frustration and anger. Would the Ghost Mother be this furious if Chu Hao hadn’t killed the Ghost King Fetus? He just betrayed everyone; now the Ghost Mother is even less likely to spare us!
"Give back my child!"
The Ghost Mother’s scream was ear-splitting. Her hair cascaded down like a waterfall, stretching and expanding for hundreds of ters, forming a barrier that enveloped the area and turned it into a prison.
Seeing the Ghost Mother seal off their escape route, Chu Hao grew anxious.
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