Zhang Qintai's momentum instantly vanished. His hands trembled, desperate to pull the trigger and send Chu Hao to the afterlife.
Chu Hao was already prepared to draw his Ghost Night Umbrella, his gaze coldly fixed on Zhang Qintai.
Meng Yi grabbed the muzzle and said, "Don't be impulsive. He's telling the truth."
Zhang Qintai was taken aback.
Left with no other choice, Meng Yi opened Zhang Qintai's Heavenly Eye. Instantly, Zhang Qintai saw three Ghost Servants. Their faces were fierce, and their eyes stared intently at him. The chill he had felt earlier emanated from these three Ghost Servants.
Zhang Qintai had seen ghosts before, but never any as terrifying as these. He screamed in terror and dropped the gun.
Zhang Qintai's actions caused the remaining bodyguards to break out in a cold sweat. They desperately wanted to leave. Ever since encountering this young man, he had consistently given them a spine-chilling feeling.
"Ding… Host's pretentiousness was successful, earning 100 Pretentiousness Points."
Chu Hao was very pleased and said, "Old man, if you can withstand this move, then I'll be at your disposal. How about that?"
Meng Yi no longer dared to underestimate Chu Hao and began to take him seriously.
Chu Hao took out the Beast Curse, a plain yellow Talisman Paper that looked ordinary.
"The beasts were first! Heed my command! The Three Pure Ones! Emergency Wish-Granting Command!"
The talisman flew out and stuck to Zhang Qintai's forehead. The power of the Curse emerged.
Immediately after, hair began to sprout from Zhang Qintai's hands, and his body began to shrink, accompanied by CRACKLING and POPPING sounds.
Witnessing this scene, Zhang Zheming let out a roar, filled with sheer horror.
In the next moment, Zhang Qintai vanished before everyone's eyes, but his clothes remained on the ground.
Seeing this, everyone was terrified. How could a living person just vanish?
Then, from within the clothes, a bulldog jumped out and barked furiously at Chu Hao.
Everyone was dumbstruck, gasping in unison. Their expressions were filled with a terror so extreme it surpassed even seeing a ghost.
Zhang Qintai... has he turned into a dog?
Chu Hao was extremely satisfied. He waved his hand with the air of an expert and said nonchalantly, "This Taoist Master has said it before: don't force my hand. When I make a move, even I scare myself."
"Ding… Host's pretentiousness was successful, earning 100 Pretentiousness Points."
"Ding… Host's shocking pretentiousness has earned 200 Pretentiousness Points."
Meng Yi was also completely dumbfounded. He had been around and seen much in his life; many things had shocked him before. However, compared to this, everything he had witnessed previously was utter trash.
What kind of Curse is this! A living person directly turned into a dog. Aren't these the methods of an immortal?
At that moment, Meng Yi's gaze towards Chu Hao was full of utter fear; none of his previous arrogance remained.
This fear wasn't merely psychological; it was visceral. Meng Yi's body shook violently. This young man before me is truly extraordinary, he realized. To think I actually dared to challenge someone like him! It's as ridiculous as a baby trying to fight an adult!
Zhang Zheming, from his wheelchair, cried out in agitation, "Dad!"
Coming back to his senses, Meng Yi gave Chu Hao a fist-and-palm salute and said, "You've won. Please turn him back."
Chu Hao coolly replied, "Apologies, whether he gets turned back or not depends on my mood."
They had arrived so aggressively, only to end up in this situation. If word of this got out, countless people would surely mock them.
Meng Yi shook his head and said, "The Zhang Family's influence is immense throughout Huaxia, capable of covering the sky with one hand. They have countless ways to deal with you."
Chu Hao said indifferently, "Old man, are you trying to scare me?"
Meng Yi said, "I'm not trying to scare you. No matter what you do, the Zhang Family won't let you off."
Chu Hao's expression turned cold.
Meng Yi felt a warmth on his trouser leg. Looking down, he saw the bulldog cocking its leg and urinating on him.
Meng Yi was so angry he could barely contain himself. He said to a bodyguard, "Take President Zhang back."
The bodyguard hurriedly picked up the bulldog, his face still a mask of shock and confusion.
Meng Yi took a deep breath and asked, "What will it take for you to spare this father and son?"
Chu Hao, lying on the bed, said, "I've already said, it depends on my mood. And today, this Taoist Master is not in a good mood."
Meng Yi nodded and said, "Then, I'll take my leave."
Meng Yi didn't dare stay any longer. He realized this man was completely beyond his ability to deal with.
Just as everyone was about to leave, three people suddenly appeared at the doorway of the medical room: Dong Qi, Wang Meng, and Yu Sicheng.
Chu Hao had called them. He wasn't in a position to personally search for the ghostly entities in the school, so he had asked them to come over and help.
The moment Meng Yi saw Dong Qi, he exclaimed in surprise, "Dong... Senior Dong Qi?"
Dong Qi glanced at Meng Yi indifferently and asked, "Meng kid, what are you doing here?"
Everyone wore peculiar expressions. Dong Qi looked middle-aged, whereas Meng Yi was clearly an old man, yet Dong Qi had called him 'Meng kid'?
Meng Yi quickly bowed with his hands clasped and said, "Senior, the Zhang Family has encountered some trouble, and they asked me for help."
Dong Qi, puzzled, frowned and asked, "Do you have business with Master Chu?"
Meng Yi's heart clenched. What did Dong Qi just call Chu Hao? Master!! Damn it all!
What... what kind of person is this, to have Dong Qi address him as Master?
One must understand, Dong Qi was a renowned figure in their circles, one of the Twelve Protectors of the Nether Cult.
A figure of that caliber was completely out of Meng Yi's league.
"Ding... Host's invisible pretentiousness is the most lethal, earning 400 Pretentiousness Points."
Showing off again without even trying, and the subtle kind is always the deadliest. Four hundred Pretentiousness Points just like that! Chu Hao was in a good mood.
Chu Hao spoke up, asking, "Dong Qi, you know this old man?"
When Chu Hao asked, Dong Qi wouldn't dare not answer. He quickly replied in a subservient tone, "Master Chu, I do indeed know him. I even guided him for a period. I'm not sure if he has offended you, sir, but if he has, I can take care of him for you."
After speaking, a glint of murderous intent flashed through Dong Qi's eyes.
Old Meng Yi's forehead immediately broke out in more cold sweat. He was no match for Dong Qi; even ten of himself wouldn't be enough.
Especially since he felt a surge of killing intent from Dong Qi.
Being targeted by someone like Dong Qi was undoubtedly a terrible omen. He now deeply regretted agreeing to Zhang Qintai's request to come here.
It seemed that if Chu Hao uttered just one word, he might not leave Anli City alive today.
Meng Yi hurriedly said, "Senior, I... I..."
Dong Qi interjected coldly, snapping at Meng Yi, "You? You what?" Then, turning to Chu Hao, he asked, "Master Chu, has this person offended you? I'll dispose of him immediately."
Meng Yi's legs trembled. He dropped his cane, and it clattered to the ground as he fell to his knees with a thud. "Senior Dong Qi, I... I haven't offended Master Chu! It's not my fault! The Zhang Family asked me to come!"
Chu Hao responded indifferently, "Who was threatening me just now?"
A strong killing intent flashed through Dong Qi's eyes.
Meng Yi's legs quaked, and his heart pounded wildly as if the Grim Reaper itself had fixed its gaze upon him. His head was drenched in profuse sweat.
"Just now, who was causing me trouble?" Chu Hao asked again.
Oh, for heaven's sake, I beg you, don't say another word!
Meng Yi's old heart nearly stopped beating. Overwhelmed by extreme fear, he found it difficult to breathe.
"Ding… Host's profound pretentiousness has earned 100 Pretentiousness Points."
As for the others, Zhang Zheming and the bodyguards stared with wide eyes, their pupils dilated. They couldn't believe that the renowned Meng Yi was actually frightened to his knees.
Especially Zhang Zheming, who had been counting on Meng Yi to stand up for him; he was now utterly in despair.