Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Ghost Attracting Banner_1
Even the fools knew they had been played by Lu Shen. The thugs were released by him, and Lu Shen had conspired with the local police, just waiting to teach the four of them a harsh lesson that night.
A few burly men, holding electric batons, walked in.
Chu Hao reacted quickly, sending one flying with a swift kick.
Soon, the burly men were twitching on the ground. Chu Hao and his companions smirked as they poked the men with the electric batons. These things were so powerful they nearly fried them.
Cold sweat broke out on Lu Shen’s forehead. It was a good thing he hadn’t gone inside; otherwise, he would have been in a world of pain.
The middle-aged police officer sucked in a sharp breath. These four were indeed formidable fighters, especially that young man.
Lu Shen was fuming with rage. "You just wait and see," he said.
With that, he left.
「The next day, people started coming in for work at the police station.」
The middle-aged officer brought over a piece of paper and said coldly, "Sign it."
The four of them looked at it, and their faces darkened.
It was a confession statement: severe fighting and brawling, three years in jail.
Wang Meng cursed, "Just for a fight, you want to lock us up for three years?"
The middle-aged officer snapped, "Quit your yapping and sign it."
Chu Hao tore up the confession statement and declared, "I want to make a phone call. You don’t have the right to sentence us."
Zheng Cheng had taken 500,000 from Lu Shen, a hefty sum, and he intended to throw all four of them in jail.
He had already investigated and found that these four had no background whatsoever; they were just country folk. Chu Hao, in particular, was an orphan and a high school student. What kind of damn background could he possibly have?
Zheng Cheng turned to the three other officers and ordered, "Go in, hold them down, and make them sign."
The three officers went in, trying to force their fingerprints on the paper, but ended up getting beaten down by Chu Hao and his group.
Zheng Cheng was furious. "You dare assault an officer?" He pulled out his pistol, attempting to intimidate the four.
Unexpectedly, Chu Hao wasn’t scared at all. He said, "You think you can detain us just because you took Lu Shen’s money? I’d advise you to let us go quickly. Some people you just can’t afford to offend."
Zheng Cheng laughed. "What status do you have? Aren’t you just a bunch of country bumpkins?"
"Looking down on people, are you? Fine, I’m not getting out then," replied Chu Hao.
Zheng Cheng sneered, "Lock them up for ten days or so. Let’s see if you can handle that."
Zheng Cheng and the other officers left, planning to starve them severely for a few days.
Ankang Mo said worriedly, "Ah-Hao, what do we do now?"
"It’s okay."
Though he said it was okay, his heart was actually burning with rage; he decided to teach these people a profound lesson.
Chu Hao thought to himself, System, do you have anything for summoning ghosts?
System: "The System has selected suitable items for the Host."
Chu Hao opened the shop and saw many ghost-summoning props. He quickly found one, the Ghost Attracting Banner.
[Ghost Attracting Banner]: An object that attracts ghosts, capable of summoning ghosts within a ten-kilometer radius.
"This is the one."
DING! "Host has purchased Ghost Attracting Banner, consuming 100 Pretentiousness Points."
He took out the Ghost Attracting Banner, which was the size of a palm.
Wang Meng asked, "Ah-Hao, what are you planning to do with that?"
"Just wait and see."
As the saying goes, when it’s from the System, it’s guaranteed to be a premium product.
There was no doubt about the Ghost Attracting Banner’s abilities.
「At that moment, in a hospital near the police station, strange things started happening.」
A handsome young man passed by a beautiful lady. As they brushed shoulders, this renowned flirt thought, I should go ask for her WeChat or something.
But when he turned around, the beautiful lady was nowhere to be found.
He rubbed his eyes. "Am I seeing things? No, I definitely saw her."
The young man looked puzzled. Then, he saw a young girl being wheeled out from a nearby hospital room. His eyes widened instantly—the girl on the hospital bed was the same one he had just seen.
The doctor said to the relatives, "Sorry."
The relatives were crying their hearts out.
The young man’s hair stood on end, and he could hardly stand steady.
In the hospital, numerous Ghosts began to drift out—some who had recently passed away, and others who had died long ago.
They stood there stupefied, their minds foggy, feeling something calling them, and they headed toward the police station.
A forensic doctor was performing an autopsy on a corpse, its intestines and internal organs all exposed.
Suddenly, the corpse sat up abruptly. The terrified forensic doctor screamed and fainted.
The corpse walked out, causing a sensation in the hospital.
"AAAHHH!!"
Everyone in the hospital was petrified.
A disemboweled corpse walking around—how shocking was that sight?
Within a ten-kilometer radius, many strange things occurred, immediately causing quite a stir.
「Seventh District.」
Feng Ju’s face was grave as he said, "What kind of black technology is this? Do you know people can die from such malfunctions?"
The manufacturer was embarrassed and, after checking for a while, said, "Feng Ju, there’s nothing wrong with this instrument."
Feng Ju frowned.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Xu Ying hurriedly said, "Feng Ju, Ghosts have been spotted in the southwest direction."
"Ordinary Ghosts?"
"Yes."
Feng Ju waved his hand dismissively. "Just send someone to deal with it."
However, no sooner had Xu Ying hung up the phone than all the telephones in the Seventh District began to ring simultaneously.
Strange things were happening, and the people of the Seventh District had a bad feeling.
"Feng... Feng Ju, something strange is happening in the southwest direction."
"Feng Ju, it’s the same over here."
Old Yuan suddenly exclaimed, "The instrument is moving!"
Everyone’s heart leaped into their throats as they watched the instrument jump to 1 percent.
The people breathed a sigh of relief. If it was only 1 percent, the situation should be easier to handle.
"The target... southwest direction."
Feng Ju frowned. "Why is it the southwest again?" he asked.
Old Yuan gasped, his eyes widening. "It moved again!"
The instrument jumped to 20 percent.
Shortly after, it jumped again, this time to 25 percent.
Feng Ju sucked in a sharp breath. "What’s going on? Check it quickly!"
"It’s... it’s the southwest direction."
The people of the Seventh District panicked.
Suddenly, a young man walked in from outside. He was very young, with a buzz cut and an earring. He was handsome and said with a light smile, "Getting frightened over a mere 25 percent ghostly energy level, heh... The caliber of Anli City isn’t too impressive, is it?"
Chu Feng, a disciple of Longhu Mountain, stronger than the Five Tiger Generals, had just been transferred to Anli City.
Chu Feng was very strong. It was said that he alone had dealt with a 30 percent ghostly energy level.
The girls in the Seventh District were delighted, looking at Chu Feng with eyes filled with admiration.
Song Lou, with his silver hair, and others were displeased. However, they couldn’t deny that Chu Feng was indeed powerful—even stronger than Song Lou, who was also a disciple from Longhu Mountain.
Old Yuan announced, "It’s at 28 percent now."
With the air of an expert, Chu Feng casually waved his hand and said, "No worries! According to my deductions, it absolutely won’t exceed 30 percent."
He’s very confident, many thought.
Old Yuan announced, "29 percent."
Chu Feng frowned. "Even if it hits 30 percent, I can handle it. Just wait for my good news."
Old Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling reassured by Chu Feng’s presence.
But then, his eyes widened in shock as he exclaimed, "30 percent!"
Chu Feng: "..."
Chu Feng’s mouth twitched. Indeed, he had resolved a 30 percent ghostly energy level incident before, but that was mostly luck. He had encountered a powerful Ghost in a weakened state, barely escaping with his life, and that’s how he’d gained his reputation. If he were to truly face a 30 percent ghostly energy level head-on, even if he didn’t die, he would be severely injured.
Damn it, I’ve boasted too much! What am I supposed to do now? Chu Feng despaired.