Everyone arrived at the medical room, only to see Chu Hao leisurely eating an apple, showing no signs of injury.
Pan Boyuan was very frustrated. He was already packing his belongings. Seeing Chu Hao leisurely eating an apple was highly unusual; how had he recovered so quickly?
"Principal, why have you come? I have something to discuss with you." Pan Boyuan wanted to resign.
Lu Junhe ignored him and said, "Classmate Chu Hao, someone is looking for you."
A group of people entered the medical room. Chu Hao glanced at Zhang Zheming on the chair, then quickly disregarded him.
Upon seeing Chu Hao, Zhang Zheming became agitated, his body trembling and eyes filled with terror.
Zhang Qintai quickly soothed his son and stared sharply at Chu Hao. "Was it you who cursed my son?"
Chu Hao smiled faintly. "Heh... how come you've shown up so soon?"
Zhang Qintai said angrily, "Kid, you'd better lift the curse from my son, or you won't live to see tomorrow."
Lu Junhe and Pan Boyuan were shocked. They too had initially found Zhang Zheming's condition bizarre and now realized it was Chu Hao's doing.
Chu Hao locked eyes with Zhang Qintai. "Don't you want to ask what your son did to me?"
Zhang Qintai asserted powerfully, "The Zhang Family never needs a reason for its actions."
Chu Hao tossed the apple accurately into the trash can and said indifferently, "Then let me tell you, it's better not to provoke me. When I get angry, even I am afraid of myself."
"Ding... Host has successfully postured, earning 100 Pretentiousness Points."
Zhang Qintai was furious.
Meng Yi walked in, leaning on his cane, and said indifferently, "Young man, from whom did you learn this skill? Regarding curse techniques, the most famous curse master in Huaxia Country has some acquaintance with me. Breaking this curse isn't impossible, but I'd rather not trouble those people. And you! I wonder if you could give me some face and let my grandnephew off this once?"
Zhang Qintai was delighted. Someone could lift the curse! This would put them in a less passive position.
Chu Hao glanced at the old man. "Give you face? How much is your face worth, old man?"
Meng Yi's expression remained impassive.
He was a big name in their circle, but many of the younger generation didn't recognize him. It was normal for Chu Hao not to know him.
Zhang Qintai said angrily, "How dare you! Do you realize who you're talking to?"
Chu Hao said lazily, "Like father, like son, truly a fine pair. Your son got what he deserved. Anyone who provokes me meets a bad end."
Zhang Qintai seethed with anger and said coldly, "Say that again?"
Chu Hao stared at him. "I said your son is done for. What about it?"
The bodyguards beside Zhang Qintai immediately drew their guns and aimed them at Chu Hao.
Lu Junhe and Pan Boyuan turned deathly pale with fear. These people had actually brought guns!
Chu Hao was not afraid at all. "There's nothing I hate more than someone pointing a gun at me," he said.
System, purchase Cursed Rice for me, Chu Hao commanded inwardly.
"Ding... Host has purchased Cursed Rice, consuming 100 Pretentiousness Points."
He scattered a handful of Cursed Rice and said coldly, "Swallow it."
A bizarre scene unfolded. All the bodyguards thrust the muzzles of their guns into their own mouths, their fingers on the triggers.
It seemed as if, with a single command from Chu Hao, they would all pull the triggers and kill themselves.
For a moment, everyone's eyes widened in terror, and they broke out in cold sweats.
Zhang Qintai was also stunned. Is this the power of a curse?
His body trembled uncontrollably; this was clearly not the strength of an ordinary person.
"Ding... Host has completed a stunning act of posturing, earning 200 Pretentiousness Points."
Lu Junhe and Pan Boyuan were even more astounded. Lu Junhe, knowing something of Chu Hao's capabilities, was somewhat better off. Pan Boyuan, however, was terrified to his core. Who on earth is this kid?
Chu Hao was quite satisfied and said indifferently, "Do you want to die?"
The bodyguards frantically shook their heads, their hearts pounding in their throats. Many of them were ex-special forces, but faced with this, even they would be finished.
Chu Hao pointed at Zhang Qintai. "Kill him, and you won't have to die."
Zhang Qintai screamed in terror, "Master Meng, do something!"
Meng Yi snorted coldly, produced a talisman, and commanded, "Evil curse, disperse, disperse, disperse!"
With a WHOOSH, the Talisman Papers burst into flames. It flickered before the bodyguards' eyes, and they all spat out their guns, finally sighing in relief, though their expressions remained horror-stricken.
Zhang Qintai also breathed a sigh of relief, grateful Meng Yi was present; otherwise, things would have become very troublesome.
Chu Hao looked at the old man in surprise. "Not bad, old fellow. You've got about half my ability. But... you're still a long way off."
Meng Yi's mouth twitched. This kid is too arrogant.
In the spiritualist circles, while he might not be considered the Mount Tai or the North Star, he still held some sway.
Meng Yi said, "Young man, don't underestimate yourself."
Chu Hao said indifferently, "How about this: if you can break the next curse, not only will I lift the curse on Zhang Zheming, but I'll also leave him at your disposal."
Meng Yi chuckled. "Are you serious?"
"When this young master speaks, I always mean what I say. One is one. But old man, whether you can handle this next move depends on your fate."
Depends on my fate? Meng Yi's nose practically contorted with anger. This kid is far too arrogant! He'll get what's coming to him!
Chu Hao said, "System, exchange for an advanced Curse Talisman."
The System responded, "Which Curse Talisman does the Host wish to purchase?"
Chu Hao opened the System store, browsed through some curses, and with a faint smile, said, "This one."
"Ding! Host has purchased the Beast Curse, consuming 500 Pretentiousness Points."
Chu Hao took out a talisman and said coldly, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Anyone who wants to leave can still do so. When this young master gets angry, even I'm afraid of myself."
"Ding... Host has successfully postured, earning 100 Pretentiousness Points."
Lu Junhe and Pan Boyuan turned tail and fled. They couldn't stay there any longer, fearing they too might be cursed.
Some bodyguards, already badly shaken, also chose to flee, which made Zhang Qintai curse furiously.
Zhang Qintai grabbed a gun and roared furiously, "Believe it or not, I'll blow your brains out!"
Chu Hao looked at him coldly.
He released Sadako, Jiayeci, and Chu Beauty.
These three female ghosts, each more terrifying than the last, crawled on the ground, the bed, and the ceiling, their eyes fixed on Zhang Qintai.
Zhang Qintai immediately felt an oppressive chill, as if he'd been thrown into an ice cave.
Meng Yi quickly said, "If you don't want to die, put down the gun now!"
Meng Yi was sweating profusely. He took out a green leaf, recited an incantation, and activated his Heavenly Eye, immediately seeing the three Ghost Servants in the room.
He swallowed hard. These three Ghost Servants were terrifying, especially Sadako; her Ghost Qi was already at the peak level for malignant ghosts.
Even he would have a headache dealing with such ghosts.
Chu Hao said coldly, "This Taoist Master does not wish to kill, but that doesn't mean I won't. You can pull the trigger. But I assure you, you will die, your son will die... and I will survive."