Ghost Catching System

The crowd was also silent as the grave; some of them had been involved before, and now they were frightened to death, fearing that the Luo family would settle accounts after the autumn harvest.

Looking at the Luo family members, Chu Hao felt disgusted. Once the wound heals, the pain is forgotten. This was especially true for Luo Shuai's mother, Luo Yun—Luo Yan's arch-nemesis—whose expression was particularly malicious.

"Old Master Luo, don't pin such a grave accusation of murder on me," Chu Hao stared at Old Master Luo, visibly annoyed.

Old Master Luo panicked slightly but quickly composed himself. The potential threat was gone. With the Luo family's power, there was no longer any need to fear anything. However, Chu Hao was a different matter, a real headache for Old Master Luo. He had wanted to befriend him, but having already offended him yesterday, he genuinely didn't know what to do.

"You jest, Master. Why don't you be the one to deal with him?" Old Master Luo adopted a humble posture. This would have astonished anyone in the past—the head of the Luo family deigning to defer to someone.

Chu Hao sneered and waved his hand. "You can leave."

The prominent figures of Longxi City stood there, their faces etched with disbelief, clearly befuddled.

Chu Hao chuckled. "What? Do you want to die here too?"

The man, suddenly excited, kowtowed repeatedly to Chu Hao before picking up his severed arm and fleeing.

Luo Shuai's mother, her face contorted with malice, said angrily, "How can you let him go? Someone like him should be punished!"

Chu Hao's expression turned cold.

"Shut up!" Old Master Luo shouted angrily.

Luo Shuai's mother jumped in fright; she was terrified of Old Master Luo.

The Luos felt helpless. Since Chu Hao had spoken, they had no choice but to let the man go.

Chu Hao sneered. "Do you really think the crisis is completely resolved? These people may have been saved, but that doesn't mean your Luo family is safe."

Old Master Luo exclaimed, "How is that possible? That thing was clearly already..."

Every member of the Luo family grew tense, their fear reaching an extreme.

Chu Hao pointed to the sky and said with a cold laugh, "All these wronged souls are the people your Luo family has harmed over the past hundred years. This Taoist Master will say it again: today, you are all as good as dead."

The crowd looked up. Because their Yin Yang Eyes were still active, they could see countless wandering spirits in the sky.

These spirits hovered over the Luo family's villa, the air thick with a chilling, baleful energy.

The Luos were dumbfounded and trembled uncontrollably. How could there be so many wronged souls?

Old Master Luo trembled violently, pleading desperately, "Master Chu Tian, you must save my Luo family!"

Chu Hao said indifferently, "If I want to help someone, I will. Your Luo family isn't worth my effort."

Chu Hao held grudges. The events of yesterday were still unresolved. His blunt refusal made it clear he had no intention of helping the Luo family.

Despair washed over the Luos.

Those wronged spirits are terrifying. If they remain around the Luo family every day, who knows how many will die?

Old Master Luo clenched his teeth and looked at Luo Yan. His only hope now rested on his granddaughter.

Luo Yan felt utterly helpless. She was, after all, a member of the Luo family. If she simply watched it fall to ruin, her conscience would torment her. She was just about to speak when, suddenly, the spirits in the sky grew agitated. A surge of black energy shot down, coalescing into a terrifying face. The ghost, dripping with water, was clearly the spirit of someone who had drowned.

"Luo Qishan!"

The water ghost, seething with rage, yearned to pounce but, wary of Chu Hao, could only watch helplessly.

Seeing the water ghost's appearance, everyone was stunned, especially Luo Yan and Fang Linxuan.

"Dad!!"

"Qingping?"

Indeed, the drowned ghost was Luo Yan's father. Upon seeing his daughter and wife, tears instantly streamed down his face—tears of blood. He stared resentfully at Old Master Luo.

Old Master Luo was utterly petrified, his expression changing drastically as he stammered, "Qingping!!"

Luo Qingping knelt before Chu Hao, a bitter smile on his lips. "Taoist Master, I beg you to seek justice for me."

Chu Hao was taken aback. Beside him, Luo Yan and Fang Linxuan were already crying inconsolably. They wanted to embrace Luo Qingping but couldn't touch him at all, separated as they were by the veil between life and death.

Chu Hao frowned. "Stand up and tell me what happened."

Luo Qingping, dripping water, his complexion deathly pale, had been dead for many years. The resentment clinging to him was immense; if Chu Hao hadn't been present, he would undoubtedly have turned violent.

Extremely agitated, Luo Qingping pointed at Old Master Luo and said angrily, "Luo Qishan, you cruel-hearted man! It was you who pushed me into the water all those years ago!"

What?

Everyone was profoundly shocked by this revelation.

Luo Yan's father's death... was it really Old Master Luo's doing?

He killed his own son?

All were dumbfounded, staring incredulously at Luo Qishan.

Luo Qishan, looking panic-stricken, said, "Qingping, listen to me, the situation at that time..."

Luo Qingping was so consumed by anger that his resentment intensified, nearly transforming him into a vengeful ghost, at which point he would lose all reason.

Chu Hao glanced at him, drew a talisman, and slapped it onto Luo Qingping's forehead.

Instantly, Luo Qingping calmed down. It was a Soul Stabilizing Curse.

Fang Linxuan looked on in disbelief, tears welling in her eyes. "Qingping, this... what happened?"

Luo Qingping, shedding tears of blood, said, "That day, Luo Qishan brought me to the poolside to talk. He knew I couldn't swim. He suddenly pushed me into the pool, then used a net to cover my head and held me underwater, drowning me alive.

"After that, I was seized by the thing beneath the pool and made into a Ghost Servant. This has continued for twenty-two years."

Luo Qingping's expression was grim and terrifying, a testament to the extreme suffering he endured as a Ghost Servant of the Eight-Headed Ghost Mantis.

Luo Yan and her mother were both shocked speechless.

Each of the Luos stared at Old Master Luo in horrified disbelief.

Luo Yan cried heartbrokenly. Her father had actually died like this, killed by her own grandfather!

She was only three when her father died and was raised solely by her mother. She deeply disliked the Luo family's opulence and their incessant scheming.

Fang Linxuan, trembling, faced Luo Qishan. "Why? Why? He was your son!"

Old Master Luo trembled all over, appearing to have aged ten years in an instant. He sighed deeply. "Sin. This is all sin."

Old Master Luo revealed the truth.

"Over a hundred years ago, our Luo family ancestor suppressed the Eight-Headed Ghost Mantis. While it brought wealth to our family, it also struck a deal with our ancestor: every other year, it had to consume the soul of a living person."

One soul every other year!

Did that mean over a hundred people had already died beneath the pool? At this thought, everyone's scalp tingled.

Chu Hao also took a deep breath. If he helped the Luo family, wouldn't he be inviting heavenly retribution?

Fang Linxuan said angrily, "But he was your son!"

Luo Qingping cried out miserably, "I read a journal detailing how the Luo family has utilized that monster for a hundred years. The more I considered it, the more terrifying it seemed. I wanted to report it to the authorities in the Seventh District. When Luo Qishan discovered my intentions, he moved against me."

Luo Qishan, looking significantly older, said with a wry smile, "My son, your father had already warned you. But you insisted on reporting it to the Seventh District. I had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure."

A desperate measure?