CHAPTER 179: CHAPTER 179 A BREATH OF FRESH AIR IN THE WORLD OF PRETENSION_1

The Ghost Princess furrowed her brow. Yao Hu is being too cautious, she thought. She had her own ideas.

Legend had it that the True Word Brush concealed an enormous secret of Taoism. Whoever could find this secret would inevitably become the supreme overlord of this world.

「In the business van.」

The Pope set down the phone. Was I just seeing things? he pondered. But Qing Lang was indeed dead.

Suddenly, the driving hijacker exclaimed, "Pope... that guy is catching up to us!"

The Pope said in surprise, "He was hit by a sonic grenade! How can he recover this fast?"

The driving hijacker screamed in terror, "FUCK!! He’s coming after us! This guy is *running*!"

Are you freaking kidding us? the other hijackers thought, incredulous that a person could outrun a car.

The Pope quickly turned his head and saw a young man sprinting down the highway.

His speed was too fast, surpassing one car after another, his legs like fiery wheels of wind.

This scene involuntarily reminded them of a Stephen Chow movie: the part in "Kung Fu Hustle" where the Landlady chased Stephen Chow.

The Pope was instantly stunned.

The other three hijackers were also gobsmacked.

Does he have to be this freaking amazing?

Two legs rotating like gears! He’s wasting his talent not making movies!

"Is this... is this even human?" one of the hijackers yelled.

The Pope shouted, "Accelerate, NOW!!"

Without needing to be told, the driving hijacker floored the gas pedal, and the car’s speed instantly surged to over a hundred miles per hour.

Under the Pope’s watchful eye, they finally shook off Chu Hao. He couldn’t help but wipe the cold sweat from his brow. Is this guy even human?

Now he was certain: Qing Lang’s death wasn’t a trick of his eyes. Something had truly killed him in an instant.

"Finally shook him off," the driving hijacker breathed, sighing in relief. The road ahead widened considerably. He can’t possibly catch up now, the hijacker thought.

Suddenly, a head dropped onto the windshield, its face peering in at the driving hijacker.

This sight frightened the hijacker into a scream.

"FUCK! FUCK... A GHOST!!"

Chu Hao’s face darkened. Ghost, my ass!

The Pope and the others felt their scalps tingle. When did this person climb onto the car roof? We didn’t feel a thing!

Chu Hao leaned his head into the driver’s side window, his voice icy. "Stop the car."

The Pope cried out, "Quick, shake him off!"

He had already reached for his gun and fired a shot out the window.

Chu Hao pulled his head back. The group of hijackers had already drawn their guns, ready to shoot Chu Hao the moment he showed his face.

However, everyone suddenly realized the car was slowly decelerating, coming to a stop at the side of the road.

The Pope shouted angrily, "Dongzi, why are you stopping the car?!"

The driver, Dongzi, slowly turned his head.

Thirty degrees! Ninety degrees!

CRACK. CRACK.

The clear sound of snapping bones made the three men in the car feel their scalps tingle.

He only said one thing! Did you have to twist your head in some bizarre, indescribable way?

Then, the hijacker’s head twisted all the way around to his back—a full one hundred and eighty degrees.

Everyone was stunned. Can a person’s head really twist to their back? Clearly... that’s impossible!

Looking at Dongzi’s face again, it was no longer his. It was the face of a woman, covered in blood, smiling at them with a bizarre grin—a smile so terrifying it could scare men impotent and make women’s chests deflate.

"AAHH!" The hijackers screamed, firing at Dongzi’s head.

BANG! Blood splattered everywhere. His skull was smashed to bits, Dongzi’s features completely unrecognizable. The three of them were utterly horrified.

Only after emptying their clips did they realize Dongzi was well and truly dead.

BANG! The front passenger window shattered under a fist. The fist then slammed squarely into the hijacker’s temple. The man didn’t even grunt as his temple caved in.

The two remaining—the Pope and another hijacker—had faces etched with horror.

Chu Hao said in an icy voice, "I don’t want to say it a second time. Get out of the car."

His words, like a demonic incantation, terrified them to their very core.

They had faced many dangers, but this time, they doubted if what they confronted was even human.

Get out or not get out? It was a choice—one upon which their survival hinged.

Chu Hao yanked the car door open with such force that the whole vehicle shook; the door itself was torn clean off its hinges.

Chu Hao’s eyes, like pools of stagnant water, regarded the two men coldly.

"Go to hell!" The other hijacker, already on edge, fired several shots at Chu Hao.

But in the next moment, to their horror, they saw the bullets stop less than half a meter from Chu Hao before dropping to the ground.

This!! This man... he’s definitely not human!

"DING... Host has successfully postured, receiving 100 Pretentiousness Points."

"DING... Host has successfully postured, receiving 100 Pretentiousness Points."

"DING... Congratulations to the Host for an exceptionally transcendent act of posturing, receiving 400 Pretentiousness Points."

All the shock, fear, and incredulity that had been brewing in their hearts exploded in that instant.

The cracked Light Shield Jade is indeed useful, Chu Hao thought, but he had no intention of letting this man live.

The air inside the vehicle turned ice-cold in an instant. Then, the two men saw three Evil Ghosts glaring at them viciously, their utterly terrifying faces almost pressing against theirs.

"AAAAHH!!"

Jiayeci’s hair ensnared the hijacker who had been shooting. It slithered into his seven facial orifices like wriggling worms, burrowing into his brain. The man convulsed for a few moments, his face turning blue as he died. The sight of his death was utterly ghastly.

This is my first time killing someone, Chu Hao thought, feeling somewhat nervous. Wait a second! Aren’t those arrogant bigwigs supposed to look down on all life as insignificant as ants? The kind who say things like, ’I’d rather betray the world than let the world betray me’? Sigh... I’m just too kind-hearted. I’m practically a clear stream in the world of posturing.

If others knew what Chu Hao was thinking at this moment, they would surely curse him out. A clear stream in the world of posturing? Why don’t you just drop dead!

In the end, only the Pope remained, scared out of his wits.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Chu Hao asked.

"I..." The Pope felt as if something was stuck in his throat.

Three terrifying Female Ghosts lingered around him, especially the notoriously infamous Female Ghost from Old Corpse in the Mountain Village.

Chu Beauty’s dead-fish-white eyes stared at him unblinkingly, her mouth as black as a cavern, looking as if it was about to swallow him whole.

How could an ordinary person withstand this? Not to mention, these three Evil Ghosts were the very progenitors of terror. They scared him so badly he wet his pants.

"Don’t! Don’t kill me! Save me! Help me!" the Pope cried in terror.

Chu Hao felt disdain. He’s too easily scared for a hijacker, he thought.

Chu Hao asked icily, "Who sent you?"

The Pope didn’t dare conceal anything and spilled everything he knew, down to the last detail. Just the day before yesterday, he had received a commission to capture Chu Hao for a bounty of one million dollars. However, when Sadako killed Qing Lang, the Pope sensed something was wrong and decided to withdraw. As for Yi Qinglian, she was simply caught in the crossfire.