Chapter 112 - Ninegenerations Cursed Maiden
“Miss Zhou, thank you for your hospitality.”
All eyes in the room turned to Zhou Wanqing once again.
Zhou Wanqing was taken aback.
She hadn't anticipated Ye Hao acknowledging her before his departure.
However, any association with Ye Hao would complicate matters significantly.
It was common knowledge that the Zhou family had business ties with both the Soong and Leng families.
Seeing Zhou Wanqing's rigid expression, Ye Hao chuckled and turned to leave.
“Jerk,” Zhou Wanqing muttered under her breath, stamping her foot in frustration.
Leng Xue watched Ye Hao's retreating figure, her mind racing with thoughts.
Ye Hao was actually with the National Security Bureau.
The Security Bureau, akin to Moplauso's Intelligence Agency, was seldom in the spotlight.
Yet, its absence did not diminish its formidable presence. In fact, any family under investigation by the National Security Bureau had good reason to be concerned.
After leaving the hotel, Ye Hao received a call from Shao Hua.
“Arthurs from Refluyburg is currently dining in room 404 at Fiery Clove.”
“I'm on my way.”
Shao Hua's list comprised dangerous individuals who had infiltrated Glento.
With Arthurs's cultivation only at the Body Refining Realm's first level, Ye Hao dispatched him with ease.
The clock struck ten as he dealt with Arthurs.
But then, Ye Hao received another target from Shao Hua.
“Do you expect me to eliminate all the dangerous individuals on the list tonight?” Ye Hao asked, clearly irritated.
“The number of threats sneaking into our country has increased. The higher-ups want us to neutralize as many as possible.”
“Fine,” Ye Hao conceded, setting out for his next target.
And so, it wasn't until three in the morning that Ye Hao made it back to Blossomfall Chateau.
As he opened the gate, Tang Pianpian greeted him.
“Haven't you gone to bed yet?”
“I've been practicing my cultivation.”
“That's not true.”
“It is.”
“Okay then,” Ye Hao let the matter go.
Guo Yi tried to break free, but the grip on his arm was unnaturally strong.
“The dead have risen.”
“Run for it!”
The classmates, witnessing the scene, screamed and dashed for the door.
Zhang Lan attempted to stay, but Bai Hehua pulled her to escape.
Before long, only Ye Hao and the petrified Guo Yi remained.
“Aren't you scared?” the woman asked as she slowly sat up, her gaze fixed emotionlessly on Ye Hao.
Guo Yi collapsed in fear.
“Why should I fear you?” Ye Hao replied calmly. “What keeps you wandering this realm?”
“The underworld won't take me.”
“And why is that?”
“I was struck by a disaster,” she said with fury. “The bitterness within me is too intense for the ferry to bear.”
“That's your destiny.”
“Fate isn't something I believe in,” she retorted, locking eyes with Ye Hao. “I've chosen a woman. I intend to consume her soul and take over her body.”
“That will only lead to a more tragic end for you.”
“Will you try to stop me?”
“She's my friend, the woman you've chosen, so yes, I will stop you.”
“You're not capable.” Her eyes turned a fierce red as she spoke.
Ye Hao remained unfazed.
“Do you really think your tricks will work on me?” As he spoke, a bolt of Heavenly Thunder materialized in his palm.
Heavenly Thunder could vanquish all specters and spirits.
The woman recoiled at the sight of the Heavenly Thunder in Ye Hao's hand, but quickly sneered, “If you were at the Blood Refining Stage, I might be wary. But you're merely at the third layer of the Body Refining Stage. How potent can your Heavenly Thunder be?”
With that, she lunged at Ye Hao.
As she did, a horde of ghostly shadows burst forth from within her, howling and gnashing at Ye Hao.
Ye Hao, witnessing the onslaught, transformed the Heavenly Thunder in his grasp into a net of lightning.
However, in the next instant, Ye Hao felt an immense force strike him.
As Ye Hao staggered backward, he was astonished to see that the lightning net before him was torn to shreds, yet the nine ghostly figures continued to relentlessly assault it.
With this in mind, Ye Hao bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed the blood toward the advancing specters.
All ghosts and demons feared the blood from the tip of a tongue.
What's more, the blood coursing through Ye Hao's veins possessed the divine quality of Divine Blood.