After the Pope finished speaking, Chu Hao was also taken aback.
"Abducting me?"
He thought about it and really had no clue who would want to capture him.
"Call your client."
The Pope hurriedly took out his phone and dialed. He was now scared to death. If it had been an ordinary death, that would have been one thing, but this was too bizarre. He definitely didn't want to be haunted by three terrifying Female Ghosts in turns—that was too horrifying to even imagine.
Soon, a woman's voice answered the call: "Hello!"
Chu Hao said coldly, "Since you're looking for me, why send these underlings to their deaths? What's the point?"
On the other end of the phone, the woman fell silent for a moment and then said, "We want the True Word Brush."
"Who are you?"
"You'll find out very soon."
Chu Hao said fiercely, "Do you really think this Taoist Master can't find you? Remember... from this moment on, you're a dead person on my blacklist."
