Ghost Catching System

The Nine Yang Ghost Suppression Charm transformed into a red light, shot from Chu Hao's right palm, and struck Mu Yufei's chest.

"RIP!"

Instantly, Mu Yufei's fair chest looked as if it had been seared by a branding iron. A piercing scream from the Flirty Ghost King tore through the air.

The Flirty Ghost King vanished. This wasn't her true ghostly form, but Chu Hao's mark had already been imprinted on her.

Humph... Do you really think you can withstand the formidable power of this Taoist Master?

Mu Yufei, dazed, slowly opened her eyes only to find a lecherous hand pressed against her chest.

The worst part was, the guy still wore such a solemn expression.

As if, even after touching, he still looked unsatisfied.

"How come it feels smaller?" Chu Hao mumbled.

"Bastard!" Mu Yufei instinctively swung a slap at him.

"Ouch!" In the darkness, Chu Hao was rendered somewhat speechless by the sudden slap.

"Sister Yufei, it's me!"

Mu Yufei clutched her chest, startled to hear Chu Hao's voice. "Chu Hao, why is it you?"

Chu Hao asked in confusion, "Have you forgotten? You brought me here."

"I... I don't remember."

Mu Yufei wanted to cry. It was a good thing this was Chu Hao; had it been anyone else, she would probably be dying of shame by now—inexplicably ending up in the wilderness only to be groped.

Chu Hao sighed. The Flirty Ghost King's abilities were deviously brilliant.

"Why is there so much saliva all over me? It smells awful," Mu Yufei complained, her face scrunching up.

"Erm... that's flower dew."

In a certain part of Anli City, within the basement of a nightclub.

The Flirty Ghost King let out a screech, utterly livid.

There, on her delicate, fair chest, was a new handprint—Chu Hao's damned handprint. It couldn't be erased, branded onto her like a tattoo.

If other ghosts saw this, what would they think?

"Chu Hao, you just wait!" The Flirty Ghost King's expression was ferocious, her fangs bared, her aura thick with ghostly coldness.

Meanwhile, after taking Mu Yufei home, Chu Hao hailed a taxi alone and went to a nightclub.

Chu Hao asked, "Are you sure the Flirty Ghost King's lair is here?"

Beside him was a little ghost, the boy from the high-speed train station, one of her victims.

The young boy nodded. "This is it. They're in the nightclub's basement; there's an underground passage. Every time, I'd wake up here, all confused."

Now that he'd found the lair, Chu Hao wasn't about to be polite. He strode into the nightclub.

The Flirty Ghost King had messed with him twice; how could he let her off easy? As soon as he had sent Mu Yufei back, he had the boy lead him here.

The moment he stepped into the nightclub, a heavy Yin energy washed over him. It was eleven o'clock, prime time for the club. Groups of women were partying hard with a couple of young men whose Yang Fire was visibly low, making them easy targets for Ghost Possession.

Indeed, he had barely entered when he spotted a group of Flirty Female Ghosts writhing on the dance floor, entertaining several young men.

Clearly, they intend to absorb their Yang Qi tonight to enhance their Ghost Qi cultivation.

Chu Hao sneered. Barely inside and already spotting ghosts. This place truly is a den of them.

Just as Chu Hao was about to unleash his power and authoritatively wreck the place, he felt a pat on his back. A chubby young man, about his age and reeking of alcohol, stood there.

The little fatty burped. "Heh heh... Buddy, you look new here. First time? Hang on, I'll introduce you to some chicks. Guarantee you'll have a blast."

Chu Hao was somewhat perplexed. "Are you a pimp?"

Little Fatty was speechless. "Who's a pimp? Watch your mouth! Brother Rulai is a regular here."

Brother Rulai, huh? Couldn't you pick a less flashy name?

Chu Hao noticed the fatty's face was turning an unhealthy shade of blue and couldn't help but ask, "Little Fatty, how long have you been hanging out here? How are you not dead yet?"

Brother Rulai said proudly, "Three months now, haha... You have no idea, man, the chicks here are so wild. College girls from next door come over to play every day. You can hook up with any of them, and they come in all different flavors."

Nonsense, of course they're wild. They're a bunch of Flirty Female Ghosts.

This fatty is pretty tough, lasting three whole months. That high school student who died only lasted one.

Chu Hao said earnestly, "Little Fatty, Brother Hao advises you to leave quickly. Something big is about to happen here."

"What big thing?" Brother Rulai asked, curious.

Chu Hao looked towards the nightclub. An invisible, domineering aura emanated from him as he said coldly and mercilessly, "The King of Show-offs has arrived, and this place will know no peace."

Brother Rulai was speechless. Is this guy nuts?

However, a thought struck him, and he said excitedly, "My apologies, my apologies! So you are the King of Show-offs. I wonder, how many kinds of show-off have you played with?"

Chu Hao: "..."

Chu Hao almost choked on his own spit and desperately wanted to take off his shoe and smack the fatty across the face.

Damn it all! It's like trying to act cool in front of a cow—he's utterly clueless!

Just then, a woman with bright red lips and heavy makeup walked over, smiling faintly. "Little brother, you look unfamiliar. First time playing here?"

Chu Hao glanced at her. Inside this woman, there's another ghost, striking seductive poses.

Chu Hao asked coldly, "Where is the Flirty Ghost King?"

The woman's expression changed. "Who are you?" she asked warily.

Chu Hao said icily, "Who am I!? You should ask your leader that. But before that, this King of Show-offs is going to deal with you."

He was here to crash the party; there was no need for pleasantries with these ghosts. He would make the Flirty Ghost King understand the consequences of messing with him.

Hearing this, Little Fatty, still beside him, gave a thumbs up. "Brother Hao, you're awesome! The King of Show-offs indeed! The moment he opens his mouth, he's talking about dealing with this vixen!"

Chu Hao felt lines forming on his forehead.

You damned fatty, have you been reading too much 'Golden Lotus'?

Chu Hao quickly formed a Sword Finger Talisman and pointed it at the woman's forehead. Before the Flirty Female Ghost could react, she let out a blood-curdling scream and was instantly vaporized.

"Ding... You have slain a Flirty Female Ghost, gaining five thousand Experience Points."

The woman who had been possessed by the Flirty Female Ghost collapsed to the ground, her face extremely pale.

The next moment, over ninety percent of the people in the club—those in the booths, on the dance floor, and the staff—all turned their heads to look. They froze in place.

Their expressions were stiff. Some had their heads twisted at a ninety-degree angle, eyes staring straight at Chu Hao—an incredibly scary sight.

This bizarre scene made Brother Rulai, standing nearby, rub his eyes and suck in a sharp breath. Why had everyone stopped moving?

Each person's face was wooden, betraying no hint of happiness, anger, sorrow, or joy.

Brother Rulai started to feel scared.

Chu Hao strode further in, more than seventy percent of the crowd watching him.

He walked up to the DJ. This woman was also possessed by a flirty ghost.

Chu Hao slapped her across the face, leaving the DJ Female Ghost utterly bewildered. She wanted to rage, but Chu Hao's icy glare scared her into swallowing her anger.

Chu Hao's voice was cold and full of dominance. "Turn it off."