Suddenly, Mu Yuxun's and Li Yin's voices came from outside. "Huh? Where did Chu Hao go?" Mu Yuxun asked.
"He should be in the infirmary," Li Yin replied, puzzled.
Qiu Xueying's heart skipped a beat; someone had actually come at this time. Chu Hao's face changed. Qiu Xueying was stunned, frozen in place. Chu Hao was also taken aback. What... what is this situation?
The two in the infirmary couldn't find Chu Hao and thought he had gone to the hospital, so they left. Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Back at the Host, Qiu Xueying went into the bathroom. She took a shower, her mind full of the previous events that she couldn't shake off, making her very depressed. "How could this happen?"
Alone, Chu Hao lay on the sickbed, recalling the moment and feeling a surge of excitement. TSK TSK... How many times in life does something happen?
He slept until noon and finally felt much better. His body wasn't as painful anymore—a testament to the Intermediate Marrow Cleansing Manual, as his recovery speed was incredibly fast.
Several luxury cars arrived at the school gate. From them stepped out a group of burly men in black, dressed neatly and wearing sunglasses, exuding an oppressive air.
Zhang Zheming was wheeled out, lying on a gurney. His whole body was bound, and his mouth was forced open by a device to prevent him from biting his own tongue.
By then, Zhang Zheming's eyes were bloodshot. He was extremely weak and lacked vitality.
The day before, after Chu Hao had cursed him, he had suffered immensely, eating his own flesh. He had consumed a third of one arm and had nearly died.
Zhang Zheming had rushed back to Capital City overnight to find a master there, hoping to lift the curse.
However, no one was able to do it. The curse was the ancient Skull Spirit Technique; once cast, it was said that not even the spellcaster could lift it.
Zhang Qintai was Zhang Zheming's father. He was one of the power brokers in Capital City, commanding five listed companies with family assets worth tens of billions.
But none of this mattered; these assets were but a drop in the ocean compared to the wealth of the Zhang Family in Capital City.
The Zhang Family was a colossus, powerful and influential, with a reach across the entire country. They even had connections in special places like the Seventh District, showing the terrifying extent of their power.
Just the day before, someone had targeted a member of the Zhang Family. His own son had been cursed—an exceptionally malevolent curse that made him consume his own flesh. Zhang Qintai was furious beyond measure.
"Elder Meng, we've arrived," someone said.
An elderly man stepped out of the car. Despite the scorching sun that made everyone squint, it didn't seem to affect him at all.
The old man was hunched over, his eyes sharp, as if he could see through a person entirely. He wore a long robe and used a walking stick.
The staff in his hand was no ordinary item; it was crafted from Lightning Strike Wood. The wood was not just any wood, but a ten-thousand-year-old Agarwood Heart. It had once accompanied Empress Dowager Cixi, carrying the authority of the Dragon, and now, it was in Meng Yi's hands.
That walking stick alone was the envy of many, but no one dared to covet it from the elderly man.
Meng Yi glanced at Zhang Zheming, shook his head, and said, "This boy, I've warned him before to control his temper, but he just wouldn't listen."
Zhang Qintai looked at his son's dreadful condition, a towering rage in his eyes. If my son dies, I'll make the one who cast the curse suffer endlessly, leaving them without even a grave to rest in.
Meng Yi said, "Let's go take a look at this person and see who they are."
At this moment, classes had just ended at the school, and the arrival of this group caught the attention of many students.
Very soon, Lu Junhe came to greet them. He was shocked when he saw Zhang Qintai and the others. Of course, he knew of the Zhang Family from Capital City; they were a major clan in Huaxia Country, controlling countless resources. Why would such a prominent figure come to Xingmeng School?
Lu Junhe approached with a fawning smile. "Director Zhang, welcome to Xingmeng School."
Zhang Qintai waved his hand. "Is there someone named Chu Hao at your school? Have him come see me."
Lu Junhe was startled; they were actually looking for Chu Hao.
Lu Junhe quickly said, "He... He's in the infirmary, injured."
Hurriedly, Lu Junhe led Zhang Qintai and the others to the infirmary.