Chapter 339

It turned out Zhang Wen's ability was [Body Odor Power].

He would release a yellow gas, like a weasel.

Making those who smelled it faint directly.

Poor Zhang Wen's friends had already been fumigated into a faint.

"Hmph! Can't even handle this small matter!"

The matchmaker walked over angrily.

She came to Zhang Wen and said: "Is it you brat who caused this?"

The matchmaker took off her own nose in front of Zhang Wen.

"Stinky brat, you didn't expect it, did you? I don't have a nose."

"My nose is fake."

Seeing the matchmaker take off her nose.

Zhang Wen felt a bit desperate.

"You brat delayed the auspicious time, pay for it with your life."

Saying this, the Ghost Matchmaker extended her sharp claws and stabbed toward Zhang Wen's heart.

She intended to dig Zhang Wen's heart out and eat it.

"It's over, it's over!"

Zhang Wen discovered his pants were soaked.

"Mommy, I'm still a virgin! I don't want to die yet."

Just as Zhang Wen finished speaking, a figure fell from the sky.

He swung the long sword in his hand fiercely.

A crisp sound of "crack" came.

The Ghost Matchmaker's head was cut off directly by Chen Hao.

"Are you alright?"

Chen Hao looked toward Zhang Wen.

"I'm fine, I'm fine! Thank you, thank you so much!"

Zhang Wen was extremely grateful to Chen Hao.

"It's good that you're fine, you can take care of your friends."

"Leave the rest to me!"

At this time, the courtyard was filled with banquet tables.

The guests were eating and chatting there.

Chen Hao's arrival directly disturbed their refined mood.

"Hey, who are you? Do you know the rules?"

"Don't you know that today is our Ghost King's big day?"

Chen Hao did not answer the person who spoke; what responded to him was Chen Hao's sword Qi.

Swish!

With just one sword strike, that guy's head was chopped off.

Immediately, the entire courtyard fell into chaos.

These guys ran while shouting: "Sarila, sarila!"

The long sword in Chen Hao's hand started swinging rapidly.

Swish, swish, swish!

Countless sword Qi shot out.

Before long, all the ghosts in the entire courtyard were wiped out by Chen Hao.

Zhang Wen and the others didn't leave; they heard the commotion in the courtyard.

One by one, they gathered their courage and walked in.

Seeing the ghosts lying all over the ground, their eyes widened.

"Brother... Brother Hao is awesome!"

Zhang Wen imitated the way Lu Xiaoji and the others called Chen Hao, calling him Brother Hao as well.

Upon hearing this, Chen Hao frowned, a flash of displeasure on his face.

"Didn't I tell you to leave?"

Upon hearing this, the few looked at each other and said: "We wanted to help you."

"Hehehe!"

Just at this moment, a crisp laugh came.

A woman wearing a long red dress flew over from the backyard.

The wind gently blew her skirt, revealing her legs, which were as tender as lotus roots.

Seeing this, Zhang Wen and the others couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"Red... red!"

Upon hearing this, the female ghost's face, which was full of smiles, turned black instantly.

Chen Hao said to the red-clothed female ghost: "Red-haired monster, I didn't expect all the hair on your body to be red."

The red-clothed female ghost naturally knew what Chen Hao meant by saying this.

"Yes, so what?"

"Do you want to play with it?"

Saying this, the red-clothed female ghost crossed her legs.

"Too bad, this lady has already bowed in marriage, and now I have a master."

Upon hearing this, Chen Hao shook his head.

"Although people often say, how can home flowers be as fragrant as wild flowers."

"But what if the wild flower is a poisonous rose?"

"Hmph!"

The red-clothed female ghost's right hand slashed fiercely.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Countless red silk threads shot toward Chen Hao.

Seeing this, Chen Hao raised the long sword in his hand and swung it fiercely.

Swish, swish, swish!

Sharp sword Qi broke through the air, directly cutting all the red threads.

"You were actually able to cut my threads!"

The red-clothed female ghost was full of shock.

Her silk threads were comparable to steel bars; a single thin one could easily lift items weighing several tons.

Even such sturdy threads were actually cut by Chen Hao just like that.

How could the red-clothed female ghost know that Chen Hao was a genius at practicing the sword.

Sword intent plus space blades, cutting red silk threads was an easy matter.

Seeing her red silk threads being cut.

The red-clothed female ghost was not panicked.

"You like cutting things so much, then I'll let you cut to your heart's content!"

Just as the words fell, Zhang Wen and the others standing at the door flew into the sky.

They were dangling in the air like marionettes.

"Hehehe, come on, keep cutting!"

The red-clothed female ghost revealed a triumphant smile.

Zhang Wen and the others flew in the air, their faces as pale as paper.

The other guys were shouting non-stop.

"Help!"

"Save us!"

Only Zhang Wen gritted his teeth.

Even in fear, he didn't open his mouth to beg for help.

"Yo-ho, didn't expect there to be a tough guy."

"Very good, I like it!"

Saying this, the red-clothed female ghost pulled her right hand fiercely, and Zhang Wen instantly flew toward her.

Just as Zhang Wen was about to get close to the red-clothed female ghost.

Swish!

A burst of yellow gas sprayed out.

"Ugh!"

Smelling this foul odor, the red-clothed female ghost vomited directly.

She waved her hand fiercely, and Zhang Wen was thrown away directly.

Seeing this, Chen Hao ignored Zhang Wen.

The long sword in his hand slashed fiercely.

Whoosh!

Sharp sword Qi flew toward the red-clothed female ghost.

It cut the red-clothed female ghost into two sections directly.

"Great, great!"

"That red-clothed female ghost has been killed!"

Seeing this, Zhang Wen's companions all showed joy on their faces.

Chen Hao, however, frowned.

Because he discovered that the red-clothed female ghost was fine.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

The places where the red-clothed female ghost was cut started to stick together, finally reconstructing into a person.

"You guy, are you even a man? Actually resorting to sneak attacks!"

"To punish you, I'm going to kill your friends!"

Saying this, the red-clothed female ghost grabbed with her right hand fiercely.

Swish, swish, swish!

Sharp red silk threads, like individual thread knives, directly cut Zhang Wen's friends into pieces of meat.

Bang, bang, bang!

The meat pieces fell to the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

"Hahaha, cry, cry!"

"Don't be shy, let me see you cry!"

The red-clothed female ghost looked at Chen Hao with anticipation.

When she saw Chen Hao's expression, the red-clothed female ghost's expression froze.

"What's the situation?"

"Why aren't you crying?"

"Weren't they killed by someone?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Hao felt it was inexplicable.

"I'm not even close with them!"

Zhang Wen's friends were just strangers to Chen Hao.

This was like a person encountering a funeral procession on the road.

The people at the funeral are crying, but the passersby feel nothing at all.

Human joys and sorrows are not connected.

The only one Chen Hao cared about slightly, Zhang Wen, had already been thrown into the bushes outside by the red-clothed female ghost.

"Go to hell!"

Chen Hao held the long sword and lunged toward the red-clothed female ghost.

He started slashing.

As a result, the red-clothed female ghost seemed to have an immortal body; no matter how Chen Hao slashed, he couldn't kill her.

As many times as Chen Hao slashed, the red-clothed female ghost recovered just as many times.

"Something's wrong!"

Chen Hao started searching rapidly.

He started searching along the red silk threads.

Before long, Chen Hao discovered a clue.

Although there were many red silk threads, they all converged toward one place.

"It's there!"

Chen Hao flew toward that side.

"Oh no!"

The red-clothed female ghost originally wanted to play with Chen Hao for a while.

She didn't expect Chen Hao to find her true body.

Chen Hao's speed was faster than the red-clothed female ghost's, and he arrived at the backyard one step ahead.

His right hand grabbed toward the ground, pulling a red skull out from the soil.

"This is your true body, right?"

Chen Hao held up the red skull in his hand.

Seeing this, the red-clothed female ghost froze on the spot.

"Don't think about taking it back; my hands are heavy, what if I accidentally crush it."

"You know the consequences!"

The red-clothed female ghost's face turned cold.

She said coldly: "This time I count as having lost."

"Tell me, what do I have to do for you to let me go?"

"Let me be your beast of burden?"

"Being a beast of burden is fine, but I have requirements."

"You have to give me grass to eat, and not only that, I also want to drink milk!"

When saying this, the red-clothed female ghost deliberately pulled her clothes down a bit.

She understood men very well.