Ghost Catching System-Chapter 684 - 683: The Crack_1

The woman's thoughts changed so quickly that Chu Hao could barely keep up.

While eating, Chu Hao said, "Let's not talk about her for now. What's your situation? Is the Unfeeling Woman still causing trouble?"

Yi Qinglian shook her head. "Sister said she won't show up for a while, but she might appear at any time, so I should be psychologically prepared."

Chu Hao patted his chest. "With me here, the Unfeeling Woman won't be able to stir up any trouble."

Yi Qinglian nodded with a sweet smile.

Seeing Yi Qinglian smile from a distance, Feng Gao exclaimed, "What a master of flirting."

Teng Jin also chimed in, "A master indeed, a true master."

After dinner, it was already seven o'clock. The night gradually darkened. Li Yin and the others left, not wanting to disturb the two of them.

Yi Qinglian walked with her hands behind her back along the dimly lit street. The weather had turned colder, and a light rain was drizzling. She blew on her hands and said, "My family has been missing you. My cousins ask about you from time to time, wondering when you'll come and if you have time to visit our house."

Chu Hao replied, "Of course, I do."

Yi Qinglian seemed a bit cold. She rubbed her small hands, her fair face full of smiles. "To punish you for not telling me about Diao Chan, I confessed to you. You're going to have your hands full with me for a while."

A goddess was indeed a goddess; she looked proudly blissful as she mentioned confessing.

Chu Hao waved his hand casually. "Just as well, I'm bored too. I might as well play along with these people."

Though he had many rivals in love, Chu Hao wasn't scared in the least. Who had the King of Show-offs ever feared?

Yi Qinglian, feeling a bit embarrassed, asked, "You won't blame me for being willful, will you?"

Chu Hao gave her a playful slap on her very elastic hip. "This is your punishment for being mischievous," he said.

Yi Qinglian covered her rear, revealing her snow-white teeth as she huffed, "You hit me! I'm going to fight you!"

Under the drizzling rain, the two chased and frolicked on the dimly lit street like children.

Yi Qinglian returned home. She couldn't stay at school because she had too many fans, causing a sensation wherever she went. Moreover, having confessed publicly at school, she was now even more the center of attention.

It's time to check on the White-eyed Ghost, Chu Hao thought. I wonder where that Toad is. He said he'd find me, but his nose isn't that sharp. I'd be a fool to believe him.

Ignoring the Toad for now, Chu Hao went to the building alone. Night had fallen, and the front gate was closed tight. He vaulted over the wall to get inside.

The pitch-black night could not stop him; his eyes, like an owl's, pierced the darkness.

With a single strike, he broke the building's lock. As Chu Hao walked in, a strong surge of Evil Qi assaulted him.

Ordinary people would definitely run into trouble if they stayed here too long, but Chu Hao, protected by his True Qi, was not afraid of the Evil Qi.

The elevator seemed to be shut down, so he could only take the stairs. Climbing to the thirty-sixth floor didn't drain his energy; it was a small matter for him in his current state.

However, the Evil Qi on the thirty-sixth floor was even more terrifying, so oppressive it made one's chest feel heavy. Chu Hao was shocked; if not for the protection of his True Qi, he probably wouldn't have even made it up the stairs.

Chu Hao asked with evident confusion, "Is this the Evil Qi of the White-eyed Ghost?"

His mid-level Foundation Building peak True Qi was rich, yet barely enough to fend off the Evil Qi. It was perplexing. Could there be something else here besides the White-eyed Ghost?

His previously relaxed mood suddenly intensified. Chu Hao had always been afraid of death. If he felt unsafe, he would retreat and call the Toad to come with him later.

With this thought, Chu Hao started to descend the stairs. He turned around. Damn it, the staircase has disappeared! His heart rate spiked.

Casting aside his momentary panic, he took out the Ritian Stick and said coldly, "Whichever demon you are, show yourself!"

No one answered. Chu Hao said, "System, purchase a Demon-Breaking Talisman."

"Ding... Host has purchased a Demon-Breaking Talisman, consuming 1,000 Pretentiousness Points."

**Item:** Demon-Breaking Talisman

**Rarity:** ★

**Ability:** Breaks all Evil Qi

Chu Hao took out a yellow talisman, recited the incantation, and fiercely slapped it towards where the staircase had been.

In an instant, the talisman released a yellow glow. The surrounding Evil Qi shattered on impact, like a breaking mirror, and the staircase reappeared.

However, standing where the staircase reappeared was a woman. Her eyes, as lifeless and pallid as a dead fish's, were fixed on Chu Hao. Her mouth was slit to her ears, and she stared at him eerily.

The unexpected appearance of the White-eyed Ghost gave Chu Hao a fright.

Chu Hao said angrily, "You dare scare your grandpa!"

He wanted to rush forward and smash her with his stick, but then he remembered his task. He put away the Ritian Stick and asked, "You want to kill me?"

The White-eyed Ghost remained expressionless, her mouth resembling a clown's. Suddenly, she opened it wide, revealing a row of sharp teeth. From her mouth, a blood-covered, deathly pale female Fierce Ghost crawled out and lunged at Chu Hao.

What the hell? Did we really need a life-or-death struggle for our first meeting? I originally wanted to discuss subjugating you, but it seems that's not going to work now. Since that's the case, I'll just beat you until you question your ghostly existence!

Chu Hao concentrated True Qi at his fingertips and stabbed fiercely.

In that moment, True Qi surged into the head of the female Fierce Ghost. She let out a piercing scream before dissolving into ash.

"Ding... Killed a Junior Level Ghost King, obtained five hundred thousand Experience Points."

"Ding... Junior Level Ghost King dropped a Golden Treasure Chest, which has been collected into the inventory."

Chu Hao cursed aloud, "System, you bastard, you're getting stingier! Not only are the Experience Points low, but even a Semi-Ghost King just drops a Golden Treasure Chest."

System: "If the Host is dissatisfied, this System can revert the Host to Pretentious Little Prince Level 2."

Chu Hao said appeasingly, "I'm just joking with you, don't take it seriously."

Seeing Chu Hao destroy the Semi-Ghost King, the White-eyed Ghost suddenly let out a long, shrill howl.

The howl was hoarse, like fingernails scratching glass, causing tremors all around, as if the entire building were shaking.

Suddenly, cracks appeared around Chu Hao. His face registered shock—they were indeed spatial rifts tearing open!

Chu Hao inhaled sharply.

Is this a damn SS-level task? Is the System setting me up again?

Chu Hao couldn't care less about that now. He took out his Ritian Stick and donned the True Yang Armor, which encased him like the protective shell of an invincible Wang Ba. He roared, "You think I'm a sick cat just because the tiger hasn't shown its might?"

Chu Hao smashed down fiercely with his stick.

That strike was filled with immense, righteous energy, so powerful that even a Ghost King would struggle to withstand it.

However, the stick hit nothing but air, as the White-eyed Ghost's body turned into a phantom and vanished.

"What's happening?"

Chu Hao was astonished. Was the White-eyed Ghost really that fast? To have dodged his strike?

Chu Hao became alert. The cracks around him were dark and impenetrable, concealing whatever might lie within.

Suddenly, from a crack behind Chu Hao, a pale hand clawed towards his back.

With his keen senses, Chu Hao猛ly swung his Ritian Stick backward. The pale hand withdrew into the crack, disappearing from sight once more.

Then, from within the dark cracks, pairs of eyes opened. Their irises were deathly white, and they stared at Chu Hao from all directions, creating an unbearably eerie atmosphere.

What did the White-eyed Ghost want? And what were these spatial rifts? He couldn't afford to be careless.