Chapter 4: The Evil Spirit of the Ancient Mansion

"Miss Zhang Keke, you should leave quickly!" He Hao exerted all his strength to hold onto the left leg of the Emperor Jun ghost, shouting, "Remember, I am not called a useless man; I am called He Hao. If you ever have the chance to meet my parents, please tell them..." Before He Hao could finish his emotional confession, the Emperor Jun ghost had already regained his composure. With a swift motion of his leg, as thick as He Hao's waist, he flung He Hao into the air, causing him to crash heavily against the ceiling before falling to the ground, instantly losing consciousness.

He Hao covered his head and smiled wryly, saying, "I have already told you, I am He Hao." Zhang Keke's small face turned serious as she hit He Hao again, "You are lying. The usual He Hao is just a good-for-nothing, but are you a good-for-nothing now? You must be two different people. The television has said so; you must be a soul possessing He Hao's body."

A soft sound came from the door of the ancient mansion, startling He Hao, who hurriedly asked, "Miss Zhang Keke, is that you?" No one answered. Another cold wind blew in, accompanied by a faint sound of weeping. He Hao's heart raced, and in a flurry, he tried to retrieve his lighter, but the more he rushed, the more chaotic it became. Suddenly, the lighter wouldn't ignite again. Meanwhile, a white shadow slowly emerged in the hall of the ancient mansion, and a haunting voice echoed, "Return my head, return my head." He Hao's heart raced even more as he fumbled for his lighter, but the more he hurried, the more disordered it became. The lighter unexpectedly failed to ignite again, and a white shadow gradually appeared in the hall, with a ghostly voice resonating, "Return my head, return my head."

"Tsk tsk, the little girl is quite good-looking," said Di Jun with a ghostly smile. "The women of our Rakshasa ghost clan are renowned for their beauty, but a light beauty like you would be considered top-tier among them. If I weren't in such a hurry to heal, I would definitely have some fun with you before devouring you. What a pity." After saying this, Di Jun brought Zhang Keke before him, slowly opening his blood-red mouth towards her snow-white neck while admiring her distorted, beautiful face filled with fear and her screams.

He Hao retracted his thoughts and shifted his gaze to the haunted old mansion. This was a European-style building constructed in the last century. Due to the passage of time, the interior decor had become quite dilapidated, emanating a musty and putrid odor. The ceiling had peeled away in several places, covered in dust and cobwebs. The walls were marred by various stains, bizarre and grotesque, resembling a multitude of clawing and howling ghosts, encircling the unfortunate He Hao.

At that moment, the malevolent spirit kicked He Hao and commanded, "My ghost servant, go and call your wife in." He Hao, with a mournful expression, replied, "Master, my leg is injured, and I cannot stand up." The malevolent spirit muttered something incomprehensible to He Hao, likely cursing him for being useless, and grabbed He Hao by the collar, directly flying out of the cellar, with the headless ghost following closely behind.

Indeed, He Hao said with a gloomy expression: "I am truly a useless person, the most useless person in the world..."

"Spirit Blood Sword?" Zhang Keke had never heard this name before, but she knew that since Emperor Jun Ghost was one of the eight great ghost generals of the Rakshasa, his knowledge must surpass that of herself and Zhang Miujiu. If he said it was the Spirit Blood Sword, then it must be correct. Moreover, judging by Emperor Jun Ghost's expression, he seemed to have a strong aversion to this Spirit Blood Sword. With this thought, Zhang Keke's confidence surged. She then smeared some blood on the sword hilt from He Hao's head and exclaimed, "There is something even more powerful!"

He Haokang smiled and said, "He is not bad and has many merits; it's just that you don't know them yet." At this point, He Hao showed a bitter smile and continued, "However, you are being too harsh on him. With a monthly salary of 200 yuan, all of which goes to repaying debts, look at his clothes—they were just torn. He is so poor that he only has this one outfit, with no second set to change into. Are you expecting him to assist you with bare arms? Moreover, you actually let him faint from hunger during the day! When will you change your miserly temperament?"

"What is a Rakshasa?" He Hao asked urgently, while Zhang Keke let out a sharp scream, her delicate little feet stomping on He Hao's abdomen as she cursed, "Being with you is truly unfortunate. The night before last, we encountered the ancient beast Qiongqi, and today we simply ran into the king of ghosts, the most formidable Rakshasa clan!"

Di Jun Gui let out a great roar, leaping backward and crashing into the wall from a distance. The impact caused dust and chunks of cement to fall from the ceiling and walls. Di Jun Gui, with his fur-covered hands resting on his chest, shouted, "Spirit Blood Sword! How many lifetimes has this brat been a virgin in his cultivation?"

Hmph, since you are awake, do you still need me, this delicate beauty, to take action?" For some reason, in front of this different He Hao, Zhang Keke always liked to act cute. With her hands on her hips, she said, "The rest is up to you; I will take a break for a while.

He Hao's jaw nearly dropped to the ground. From the tone of voice, it was clear that this fierce ghost was the master of the headless ghost, and that the headless ghost was merely bait to lure the exorcist into a trap. In other words, this was a cunning and scheming fierce ghost! At that moment, the fierce ghost approached He Hao, its palm the size of a fan, grasping He Hao and lifting him into the air, positioning He Hao's face directly in front of the fierce ghost's eyes

The Rakshasa Demon Emperor Dijun extended his forked tongue and licked his lips, saying: "Little girl, since you know my identity, you should obediently let me devour both you and your husband. Help me recover from my injuries sooner, and I will be able to seize the position of the Rakshasa Demon King." As he spoke, the Demon Emperor Dijun slowly approached Zhang Keke.

"Return my head!" The headless ghost uttered this phrase again from its neck cavity. With a swing of its right hand, a large axe, the size of a washbasin, came crashing down towards He Hao. He Hao let out a terrible scream, "Oh my!" He threw aside his long gun and rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding the axe. He got up and ran towards the back room of the ancient house. In the pitch darkness, He Hao stumbled over countless pieces of broken furniture within the ancient house, falling numerous times and tasting the dirt. Finally, he reached the back door of the ancient house, but it would not budge. Behind He Hao, the headless ghost was slowly drifting closer.

There is a glimmer of hope, and He Hao's head immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at grains, "I am willing, I am willing, my master, I am willing to do everything for you; I am your most loyal servant"

"That can't be blood, can it?" Under the dim light of the emergency lamp, He Hao thought to himself as he looked at the stain on the ground beneath his feet. He Hao felt an overwhelming sense of regret, lamenting that he should not have been swayed by the allure of television and novels, foolishly smashing the door of that unfortunate supermarket in a misguided attempt to be a hero. In the end, he failed to rescue the damsel in distress and instead attracted the attention of a creature more terrifying than any demon, a little devil who was both selfish and greedy! A hellish demon with the face of an immortal!

At that moment, Emperor Jun Gui suddenly let out a furious roar, "Headless Ghost, what do you want? That kid is mine!" Zhang Keke turned around abruptly and discovered that the Headless Ghost, who had been hiding nearby, had floated to the unconscious He Hao's side, using its neck cavity to touch the blood on He Hao's body. Zhang Keke was terrified, her soul nearly leaving her body. The power of He Hao's blood was so immense; if the ghost were to obtain it, wouldn't chaos ensue across the land?

"Hey! Evil spirit, do not even think about taking my spiritual blood!" He Hao stood up abruptly, his voice becoming authoritative and resolute as he pointed at the ghost of Emperor Jun and shouted. Zhang Keke was overjoyed and exclaimed, "You are awake? Are you He Hao, or someone else?"

"Oh my, a Rakshasa!" Recognizing the terrifying figure, Zhang Keke let out a blood-curdling scream, struggling out of her sleeping bag in a few swift movements. She brandished a peach wood sword, pointing it at the Rakshasa, and shouted, "Do not come any closer, I have a peach wood sword, do not come any closer."

As for the certificate that Zhang Keke intends to obtain, it is a folk exorcism certificate, which allows one to perform exorcism work in the community, charge high fees for exorcism services, and enables government departments to assist in concealing one's identity. However, when necessary, the government can urgently mobilize folk exorcists to perform official duties, and of course, the government must also provide substantial compensation. Thus, the greedy Zhang Keke has long coveted this folk exorcism certificate. The owner of Yayi'an Supermarket, Se An, went to invite Zhang Keke's father for an exorcism, but coincidentally, Zhang Keke's father had returned to Longhushan. Zhang Keke, unable to wait, eagerly accepted the task of exorcising for Yayi'an Supermarket on behalf of her father, which also marked the beginning of He Hao's nightmare.

In the afternoon, Zhang Keke went to school alone, leaving He Hao at the police station. Zhang Miujiu was tasked with introducing He Hao to the situation regarding the exorcism world. It was then that He Hao learned that both Zhang Miujiu and Zhang Keke were direct disciples of the Daoist Longhu Mountain. On the surface, Zhang Miujiu was a civil servant, but in reality, he was a professional exorcist working for the government. The government provided exorcists with identity protection, material resources, and intelligence support, among other assistance. Exorcists defended the government against invasions and threats from the dark realm, helping each other out. They held considerable power, being able to access certain confidential documents at any time and request assistance from local governments and police. The temporary identification that Zhang Keke presented to the police at the Yayi'an supermarket was provided by Zhang Miujiu. Therefore, Zhang Keke was able to enlist the police's help in sealing off the exorcism scene.

Hmph! Zhang Keke huffed heavily and muttered, "You say I'm stingy, but is it easy for me? I've nearly lost my life twice just to earn money for exorcism. Did I steal my money?" Seeing He Hao's displeased expression, Zhang Keke quickly changed her tone, saying, "Alright, tomorrow I'll lend him some more money to buy new clothes, and I guarantee he'll have enough to eat at every meal. However, when I encounter danger again, you must come out to save me."

He Hao's words somewhat moved the cunning ghost, who pondered to itself: "This kid makes a good point. Having a living person deceive others to come here for me to consume is far more useful than luring psychics here with headless ghosts. If luck runs out and I attract a few powerful psychics like the last two times, I won't be able to feast on human flesh, and I might even face complete annihilation of my form and spirit."

The young couple's feelings for each other are still very deep. Di Jun Gui strode over, baring his fangs and roaring: "Despicable humans, just a moment ago you were insisting on becoming my ghost servant, and now you dare to betray me, even striking my wound. I will definitely tear you to pieces!"

With the faint red glow remaining on the peach wood sword, Zhang Keke saw He Hao's dejected expression, and her heart softened for a rare moment. She comforted He Hao, saying: "Don't take it to heart, I was just joking. None of you are useless. You don't need to say anything; although the usual He Hao may seem useless, he still knows to risk his life to save me at critical moments, so he can't be considered useless."

"You don't know any spells?" Zhang Keke was somewhat surprised, but the situation did not allow her to ask further. He Hao had already rushed forward, engaging in a fierce battle with the Di Jun ghost. His spear moved rapidly, repeatedly targeting the ghost's weak points such as the eyes and lower abdomen. Without the steel fork, the Di Jun ghost could only use his bare hands to block He Hao's spear. However, He Hao's martial skills were evidently extraordinary; his spear moved like a dragon emerging from the sea, a fierce tiger entering a den. Each time the Di Jun ghost's large hand struck the spear shaft, He Hao would swiftly evade and counterattack, successfully stabbing the Di Jun ghost's lower abdomen twice, causing the ghost to roar in pain. "This is the long-lost Panlong spear technique from the human realm. How did you learn it? Who exactly are you?" The Di Jun ghost, having lost the steel fork, could only use his bare hands to block He Hao's spear. However, He Hao's martial skills were evidently extraordinary; his spear moved like a dragon emerging from the sea, a fierce tiger entering a den. Each time the Di Jun ghost's large hand struck the spear shaft, He Hao would swiftly evade and counterattack, successfully stabbing the Di Jun ghost's lower abdomen twice, causing the ghost to roar in pain. "This is the long-lost Panlong spear technique from the human realm. How did you learn it? Who exactly are you?"

"You have no right to question my identity, you wicked creature, prepare to meet your end!" He Hao thrust his spear upward, aiming for the throat of the cunning Emperor Jun ghost. Little did he know that the sly Emperor Jun ghost suddenly lowered its head and unleashed a burst of green fire from its mouth. The spear in He Hao's hand was merely a wooden shaft; if it were to catch fire, it would surely break. Fortunately, He Hao's agility was beyond imagination, and in the blink of an eye, he rolled away from the danger, simultaneously stabbing the ghost's ankle, forcing the Emperor Jun ghost to retreat from its pursuit.

There is one more thing you must be cautious about. Since Emperor Jun's ghost is already aware of He Hao's special abilities, he will certainly not let He Hao go. You need to be careful to protect him. Fortunately, Emperor Jun's ghost is an extremely selfish demon, so he is unlikely to spread this matter... As he spoke, He Hao slowly collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness once again.

"Ha ha, very good," the malevolent spirit laughed. "You still have some use; the flesh of human psychics is the most nourishing. Using you as bait to lure psychics is indeed not a mistake."

"Jesus Christ, God Allah, Western Buddha." He Hao, trembling with fear, prayed in his heart: "Please bless me, do not let that head-chopping ghost come out, I am still a virgin, I do not want to die. Achoo!" Upon reaching this point, He Hao involuntarily sneezed again; his cold had not yet fully recovered. In the morning, when he went to work at Zhang Keke's house, he forgot to bring the box of cold medicine that Zhang Keke had given him, and it seemed that his condition had relapsed.

"Return my head!" The headless ghost suddenly emerged through the wall of the corridor in front of He Hao. He Hao shouted again, "Grandpa, it can walk through walls!" He regretted that his parents had not given him two more legs, as he stumbled into the depths of the ancient mansion, taking two steps for every three he intended. The mansion was vast, with numerous rooms and corridors. In his panic, He Hao actually got lost within the mansion, unable to find his way back to the hall. As he stumbled about, He Hao suddenly lost his footing and tumbled down a flight of stairs, hitting his head against who knows how many hard surfaces, completely disoriented.

According to Zhang Mujiu's introduction to He Hao, due to the differences in schools and spells, exorcists are divided into dozens of sects. Among them, the largest sect is Longhushan, where Zhang Mujiu and Zhang Keke are located. Zhang Keke's father, Zhang Musan, is also a folk exorcist and holds a very high position within the sect. However, Zhang Keke, having been pampered since childhood, has not learned many of her father's spells, which is why she has not yet obtained a folk exorcist certificate. In addition to Longhushan, there are many other sects such as Maoshan, Longmen Dao, Da Daojiao, Jingming Sect, and Taiyi Dao. These sects generally maintain contact with each other, but there are also deep-seated grudges between some sects, to the extent that they are ready to draw swords at the sight of each other and refuse to associate with one another. Zhang Mujiu specifically warned He Hao that since He Hao is Zhang Keke's assistant and an external member of Longhushan, he must be particularly cautious of Taiyi Dao, which is hostile to Longhushan, otherwise he might suffer losses one day.

Achoo! Achoo! He Hao sneezed twice and quickly grabbed the only self-defense weapon that Zhang Keke had left for him to muster his courage. Before coming to the ancient house, the notoriously stingy Zhang Keke, for some inexplicable reason, generously bought He Hao a martial arts spear with a white wax wood body and a steel tip for self-defense. Although He Hao wanted a sword that looked cooler and was cheaper, Zhang Keke absolutely refused to agree and forced He Hao to carry this two-meter-long spear to the ancient house, causing He Hao to be ridiculed by countless passersby along the way, losing face.

Upon thinking of this, the malevolent spirit asked He Hao: "Are you truly willing to be my servant? Are you willing to bring the living here for me?"

"Miss Zhang Keke, the headless ghost is coming out, hurry in and save me!" He Hao shouted as he rolled and crawled around the headless ghost, rushing to the door to pull it open, trying to escape from this ancient mansion. However, despite using all his strength, the dilapidated and decayed door would not budge at all. Behind He Hao, the headless ghost was slowly drifting closer. In a panic, He Hao pounded on the door with both hands, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Miss Zhang Keke, come save me, hurry, if you don't come in soon, I will lose my life." But despite his desperate efforts, the door remained immovable, and the headless ghost continued to approach slowly. He Hao, in a state of urgency, pounded on the door again, his voice hoarse from shouting, "Miss Zhang Keke, come save me, hurry, if you don't come in soon, I will lose my life."

"Wait, I still have questions to ask you," Zhang Keke hurriedly shook He Hao's neck, but He Hao let out a faint snore. Zhang Keke, in a fit of temper, was about to give He Hao a good beating when the door of the ancient house was suddenly burst open. Zhang Moujiu rushed in with several police officers from the Special Investigation Unit, shouting, "Keke, are you alright? Just now, a powerful demonic aura emanated from this ancient house. That headless ghost cannot be this strong; what kind of demon has appeared here..."

He Hao was just thrown in front of the long spear he had discarded earlier, allowing him to lean on it and barely stand up. Upon reaching the door, He Hao took a deep breath, opened the door, and rushed out while shouting, "Miss Zhang Keke, the ghost is here, you need to get up and catch it!" To his surprise, just a few steps out the door, the fierce ghost appeared right in front of He Hao, delivering a heavy kick to his chest, sending him back into the ancient house. The ghost then flew up and kicked Zhang Keke, who was rubbing her eyes in her sleeping bag, back into the ancient house, landing right on top of He Hao. The fierce ghost hurriedly flew into the ancient house, and the door automatically closed behind them, plunging the hall back into darkness, with only a few flickering ghostly flames surrounding the fierce ghost.

"That's not possible." He Hao's voice carried a hint of embarrassment, "I don't know any spells, so I can't completely eliminate him. I still have to trouble you a bit."

As Di Jun Gui's sharp teeth were about to touch Zhang Keke's throat, He Hao, not knowing where he found the courage, endured the excruciating pain in his left leg and leaped with all his might, colliding directly with Di Jun Gui's abdomen. At that moment, Di Jun Gui had previously suffered a blow to his abdomen from the Rakshasa Ghost King while contending for the throne, which was the source of his injury. Even being struck by a mortal like He Hao caused him immense pain. Di Jun Gui let out a terrible scream, and his grip on Zhang Keke's hand involuntarily loosened, causing her to fall to the ground.

"Di Jun Ghost, I will fight you to the end!" Zhang Keke cried out with tears streaming down her face. In a moment of desperation, she wiped the blood that had dripped from He Hao's head with her left hand and then smeared it on the broken peach wood sword in her right hand. Channeling the Five Thunder Heart Method, the peach wood sword, now soaked in He Hao's blood, emitted a low hum. A fiery red light shot out from the sword, catching Di Jun Ghost off guard and piercing through his chest. A pungent smell of burning flesh immediately filled the air.

"No, I am not a virgin; my flesh is not tasty at all." He Hao lied without blushing, saying, "That woman outside is my wife; how could I possibly be a virgin? Great Ghost, please spare me and go catch other virgins to eat. If not, I can help you find real virgins; I guarantee I can trick them into coming here for you to eat." In order to save his life, He Hao devised a plan to act as an accomplice for the ghost.

He is a worker I hired, with a monthly salary of 200 yuan. Zhang Keke let out a playful laugh and joined the fray, wielding her red glowing whip, specifically targeting the lower abdomen of the injured Dijun Ghost. He Hao stood firm against all of Dijun Ghost's attacks, allowing Zhang Keke to fight without any concern for her safety. After several dozen exchanges, He Hao's spear struck Dijun Ghost's nose. As Dijun Ghost hurriedly tried to push the spear away, Zhang Keke seized the opportunity to strike his abdomen with her red glowing whip. Dijun Ghost roared in anger, kicked off the ground, and soared into the sky, breaking through the ceiling and flying into the night. A voice echoed in the air, "Kid, you better stay alive; once I recover, I will come to settle the score with you"

The more one fears, the more one encounters ghosts. Perhaps He Hao forgot to pray for the blessings of the deities produced in his own country. The emergency light beside He Hao flickered and suddenly went out, plunging the ancient house into complete darkness. At that moment, a bone-chilling cold wind blew in from nowhere, leaving He Hao shivering all over, as if even his blood had been frozen by the icy gust.

The ghost general! This time, Zhang Keke's little face turned as pale as He Hao's. Records in Zhang Keke's sect indicate that the Rakshasa ghost clan is divided into four levels: the first level is the Rakshasa Ghost King, the second level consists of the Eight Great Ghost Generals, the third level includes the Eight Hundred Ghost Envoys, and finally, there are the ordinary Rakshasa ghosts. Given Zhang Keke's current cultivation, dealing with an ordinary Rakshasa ghost is already quite problematic, let alone facing Emperor Jun, who ranks third among the Eight Great Ghost Generals.

"A husband? Just based on this useless fool?" Zhang Keke's small face flushed red, but Di Jun Gui had already flown in front of her. Zhang Keke could not afford to argue with Di Jun Gui; she took out two talismans and quickly recited, "Six Yi support, Heaven's way praises virtue." She then threw the talismans at Di Jun Gui, but upon impact, the two talismans only produced two fireballs the size of fists, which quickly extinguished, seemingly not even singeing a single hair of Di Jun Gui.

He Hao shook his head and said: "I currently cannot control my appearance at any time; I must wait until he has a high fever to come out. However, you cannot let him fall ill any further. Our bodies have already suffered serious damage and must be treated promptly, otherwise there will be a risk to life"

Although He Hao's voice at this moment could rival that of a world-class tenor, there was no sound coming from outside, nor did Zhang Keke break in. He Hao was sweating profusely with anxiety, while the headless ghost had already closed in behind him. He could hear the sound of blood dripping from the axe onto the ground. Helpless, He Hao turned around and thrust his spear at the chest of the headless ghost, shouting, "Don't come any closer, don't come any closer." However, although the spear pierced the chest of the headless ghost, He Hao felt as if he had stabbed into thin air, with no resistance whatsoever.

With more of He Haoxian's blood assistance, the Spirit Blood Sword suddenly elongated, transforming into a red glowing long whip. Zhang Keke waved her small hand, and the red glowing long whip struck down towards the Emperor Jun Ghost. The Emperor Jun Ghost did not dare to be negligent, letting out an angry roar as he raised his long fork to intercept the red glowing long whip. The fork and whip collided, sending a dazzling shower of sparks flying. The tip of the long whip maintained its momentum and struck heavily against the left shoulder of the Emperor Jun Ghost, producing an even stronger burnt smell this time, as a charred black mark was burned into his left shoulder. The long fork was raised to intercept the red glowing long whip, and the fork and whip collided, sending a dazzling shower of sparks flying. The tip of the long whip maintained its momentum and struck heavily against the left shoulder of the Emperor Jun Ghost, producing an even stronger burnt smell this time, as a charred black mark was burned into his left shoulder.

"Not bad, not bad," said the malevolent spirit, extending its forked tongue to lick its sausage-like lips. "It seems we have a virgin here. Virgin flesh is quite nourishing. None of the previous psychics who came were virgins, and they were quite formidable. Today, we finally have a compensation."

Due to Zhang Keke's stinginess and miserly nature, He Hao fainted from hunger at the police station this noon. After finally regaining consciousness, Zhang Moujiu, who understood his niece's character, felt pity for He Hao and invited him and Zhang Keke to have a buffet at the police station's cafeteria. As a result, He Hao consumed enough food for five people, while Zhang Keke, without any reservations, ate even more than He Hao. Afterwards, Zhang Keke complained to He Hao that she had anticipated that Uncle Jiu would invite them to dinner and scolded He Hao for not eating more, suggesting that it would have saved them a meal.

The white shadow became increasingly clear, allowing He Hao to gradually discern its appearance. "Help!" He Hao let out a heart-wrenching scream. Before his eyes was a headless body floating in mid-air, with blood streaming from its neck, staining much of the torso red. In each of its two hands, it held a bloody human head and a bloodied axe, from which blood was slowly dripping.

He Hao's face turned pale. Although he did not know what a Rakshasa was, seeing Zhang Keke, who understood magic, so frightened, he assumed that this Rakshasa must be extremely powerful. Just as He Hao was about to ask Zhang Keke if she could deal with this Rakshasa, the Rakshasa let out a strange laugh, "Kiki, little girl, you have quite an eye, indeed. I am the most powerful and handsome ghost general of the Rakshasa clan, Emperor Jun!"

"The pearl of rice, can it also shine?" Di Jun Gui shouted loudly, turning his hand to grab Zhang Keke. Zhang Keke was so frightened that her face turned pale, hurriedly channeling her spiritual power to thrust her sword at the palm of Di Jun Gui's hand. However, when the peach wood sword struck Di Jun Gui's palm, it was as if it had hit an iron plate, and it immediately broke. Zhang Keke let out a piercing scream and quickly crouched down, narrowly avoiding the large hand of Di Jun Gui, which had nails as sharp as inches. Yet, despite Di Jun Gui's seemingly clumsy movements, he was extremely agile. His large hand pressed down, capturing Zhang Keke's head and lifting her into the air.

To speak frankly, at that moment, He Hao felt a stir of emotions. The beautiful woman, needless to say, was He Hao's greatest love, and wealth and power were also things he desperately needed. However, when He Hao thought of the little demon sleeping outside the ancient mansion's gate, his initially stirred heart sank to the depths. The beautiful police officer from the Special Investigation Unit had once said that Zhang Keke could easily deal with headless ghosts. Although this fierce ghost wielding a steel fork was the master of the headless ghost, it seemed that Zhang Keke would still have no trouble handling him. If that little demon were to find out that he intended to use her as a sacrifice to sell his soul to the devil, she would undoubtedly suffer terribly at the hands of this fierce ghost.

Ah! I regret it so much! Even the suffering Emperor Jun is frantically dodging Zhang Keke's red glowing whip, looking utterly disheveled, and roaring like thunder: "This kid's spiritual blood is so powerful, at least the cultivation of a ten-lifetime virgin. If I had known earlier, I would have eaten a piece of his flesh just now, and my injuries would have healed. Then I could have devoured him entirely; neither the Ghost King nor the Ghost Emperor would be my match!"

"Grandma!" He Hao struggled to stand up and escape, but his left leg was in excruciating pain, seemingly injured from the fall. He could only crawl backward, screaming, "Ghost master, ghost ancestor, please don't kill me!" At that moment, the headless ghost also floated into the cellar, kneeling before the fierce ghost, and a voice floated out from its neck cavity, saying, "Master, there is only one human in the house, and outside the hall door, there is a woman who seems to be a psychic, still asleep."

Although the talkative Dijun Ghost rambled on endlessly and regretted it deeply, it gradually made Zhang Keke understand why He Hao's blood was so powerful. However, Zhang Keke was puzzled as to why He Hao, when suffering from a high fever, seemed like a completely different person, as if he were two entirely distinct individuals. This was something that Zhang Keke could never comprehend.

"Very well. Then the malevolent spirit released He Hao, saying, 'You should now call your wife into this house, so that I may devour her. Only then will I believe that you are truly willing to be my servant, and I will reward you with my Ghost Slave Pill.' At this point, the malevolent spirit laughed heartily while stroking He Hao's head, saying, 'At that time, wealth, beauty, power—whatever you desire, you shall have.'

Oh my, help! He Hao, feeling helpless, had no choice but to abandon his plan to escape through the back door. He ran into the narrow corridor of the ancient mansion, trying to find a room to hide in. However, no matter how hard he banged and crashed, he could not open a single door. He was so anxious that his heart felt like it was about to leap out of his throat

The malevolent spirit flew into the hall of the ancient mansion, throwing He Hao in front of the main door, and then hid behind it. It shouted at He Hao: "Immediately call your wife in; there is my barrier in this ancient mansion, and no spiritual practitioner can detect the fluctuations of spiritual energy within. Once you go outside, it will be uncertain." After speaking, the malevolent spirit snapped its fingers, and the door of the hall emitted a soft sound, clearly indicating that the spell on the door had been lifted by the spirit.

"Ouch, I twisted my foot, it hurts so much," Zhang Keke pouted while sitting on the ground. He Hao quickly crouched down and asked, "Is it serious? Which foot did you twist?" Zhang Keke extended her left foot and said, "This one, it hurts so much." Just as He Hao reached out to hold Zhang Keke's delicate little foot, she suddenly hit the back of his head a few times, saying, "I was just kidding you. Be honest, who are you really? Are you He Hao or not?"

Zhang Keke swung the red whip fiercely, aiming to smash the headless ghost. At the same time, a trident flew in from behind Zhang Keke, arriving first and piercing the headless ghost. The neck of the headless ghost was about to reach He Hao, but it was pinned far away by the trident, letting out a tragic scream before instantly turning to ashes. As Zhang Keke was momentarily stunned, the Emperor Jun ghost leaped forward, laughing maniacally as it opened its bloody maw to pounce on He Hao. Zhang Keke was unable to stop it in time, but just as the Emperor Jun ghost was about to collide with He Hao's body, He Hao suddenly launched a punch that struck the Emperor Jun ghost on the forehead. The poor Emperor Jun ghost was caught off guard, dizzy and disoriented, and was sent flying far away.

"I should be He Hao," He Hao glanced at Zhang Keke, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes, and then spoke loudly: "Let's not worry about that for now. This Dijun ghost is one of the eight ghost generals of the Rakshasa clan, much more difficult to deal with than Qiongqi. However, he has an injury in his lower abdomen, which is his weakness; attack his lower abdomen." As he spoke, He Hao flicked his right foot, and the spear on the ground jumped into his hand. He Hao habitually performed a few flourishes with the spear, assuming an offensive stance.

"Creak, creak, creak... In heaven, there is a path you do not take; in hell, there is no door you burst through." A more terrifying laughter echoed in He Hao's ears. Dazed, He Hao looked up and, aided by the dark green ghostly flames floating in the darkness, discovered he was in a cellar. Before him stood an eight-foot tall malevolent spirit, its face green and fanged, covered in hair, with eyes glowing a sinister green. In its hand, it wielded a three-pronged steel fork and was laughing maniacally. At the feet of this spirit lay heaps of bloodied white bones, one skull facing He Hao directly, its two pitch-black eye sockets silently staring at him, sending chills down his spine.

He Hao nervously stared at the night sky, fearing that Emperor Jun might return to launch a surprise attack on his side. He didn't even notice that Zhang Keke had already run to his front, watching him intently. After a long while, there was still no movement in the night sky, and the distant sound of police sirens gradually approached. He Hao finally let out a sigh of relief. ... At this moment ...

Upon reaching this point, Zhang Miujiu and the others could not continue their inquiries. They all saw the ancient steel fork embedded in the wall of the old residence, adorned with mysterious magical patterns, and simultaneously exclaimed, "Rakshasa Ghost General!"

In the deep of night, in the pitch-black night, the ancient mansion looms, a sinister presence. The night wind howls fiercely as He Hao huddles in the hall of the mansion, listening to the eerie sounds of the wind blowing through the shattered glass of the windows. He gazes at the dirty floor, marred by mottled stains, his body trembling, his heart quaking. Meanwhile, his master—no, it should be employer—Miss Zhang Keke, due to her lack of sleep being the nemesis of beautiful women, is soundly wrapped in a sleeping bag outside the mansion. As for the unfortunate He Hao, he is merely the bait used by Miss Zhang to lure the headless ghost.

"He Hao, are you okay?" Zhang Keke felt a surge of emotion as she called out He Hao's name for the first time. She threw herself onto He Hao, shaking him, but blood was streaming from his head. No matter how much Zhang Keke shook him, He Hao remained motionless, causing her to panic and tears to flow down her cheeks.