Quick Transmigration: Saving The Crazy Villainess

Chapter 413: Mo Chou (51)

The only being Gu Mochou feared in this world appeared even though the one she had made a deal with said she had already escaped their network. 

Her mind was naturally a mess!

Unable to think clearly, she scurried out of her house using one of the most far-fetched methods a normal person would ever consider doing if they were in her shoes. She even stole a car parked in front of the restaurant, deeming it not worth the waste of time to drop by the underground parking lot of the condo to retrieve her own vehicle. 

Apparent from her actions, she felt so out of time! She was fleeing because deep in her heart, she was very unwilling to be dragged down and lose her chance for revenge and a better life. 

'I've been there before. When I died and became a spirit, even though it was only brief because I was still lining up for the judgment, I still managed to take a glimpse of their treatment of evil spirits.'

'It was already horrible. It would surely double for an illegal escapee like me!'

'No, I can't let him capture me!'

As countless thoughts and painful memories flashed before her eyes, and as fear and unwillingness gripped her heart, she drove away with no destination in mind. 

However, Gu Mochou lived up to her title as a villainess. Part of the world's luck was concentrated on her, so it was unlikely that she would be out of the picture before her role ended. Her brain was sound too, at least it immediately resumed its normal functions when she was around the university area. 

Her feet stepped on the brake upon realizing something inconsistent about the scenario earlier. Or perhaps she only understood that something was wrong when she realized that nobody was actually going after her.

If she remembered correctly, that death consul seemed so protective of a mere human?

Her brain was slightly malfunctioning earlier because the uniform worn by that spirit sparked the greatest worry buried in her heart, but now that she thought about it, it was just odd.

A judge of hell possessed no emotion. In order to not have impaired judgments, they had sealed that part of themselves. 

Wasn't it weird that the one she just encountered was embracing Zhan Rong affectionately, a female living human?

Another weird thing was how she only thought of escaping when the black-robed guy appeared. The normal her would have acted like nothing was amiss to ensure that the Death Consul, if he was even a genuine one, would not notice her strangeness. Running away just like that, wasn't it like blatantly screaming to the official from hell that she was a guilty criminal?

No, the normal 'her' wouldn't be that stupid!

'Idiot! Idiot Mo Chou!' It was the middle of the night, when the strength of dirty beings was at their strongest. If the consul or judge actually rushed after her and was just a bit delayed, it would spell doom for her.

But Gu Mochou stopped her vehicle anyways, sinking into contemplation before her expression warped. Her body shuddered before she scolded herself.

'Gahhh!'

'Really really really stupid!'

'It's just a ghost king's exclusive power influencing my emotion and judgment!'

'It's only a damn filthy thing which played a joke on me by taking the form of a judge!' 

She had no idea how that ghost king learned what a great and influential being from the underworld looked like, but not knowing didn't impede her from cursing him. He was able to fool her because of it!

A feeling of embarrassment welled up from within her accompanied by great fury and a desire to kill. She wanted to wash away the annoying emotions by the purging of that damnable ghost. When she realized that she had no ability to accomplish that by herself, she gritted her teeth.

'If I can't kill him, then at least wash away the humiliation by watching how the fellows from the sect would destroy him!'

'Damn you, whoever you are. I'll see how you fend off the attacks of more than a dozen spirit hunters! You'll die! You'll die a miserable death! Even if you are a monarch, I know for sure that you won't be able to teleport outside this city before they arrive! No, if needed, I'll contribute to making sure you won't be able to!"

With that crazy thought, Gu Mochou grabbed the steering wheel again. After a fast U-turn, she drove back, only slowing down for a while after seeing Fan Zheng's figure emerging from the gate. 

If not for her mood that was brought down by the meddlesome ghost, she would have laughed wildly at the male lead. She was fully aware that the man only looked so solemn and savage tonight because his family's circumstances and Zhao Ai's unhelpful attitude frustrated him very much. 

If this person would hurry more, he might run into that equally annoying woman and make a shocked expression from finding that his friend was in close contact with a ghost, a monarch at that.

It would surely be interesting. She would definitely like the show that he and Zhan Rong would make.

Unfortunately, right now her thoughts were all on the tricky opponent whom she wished to see dead in spirit and form. 

Gu Mochou stepped on the gas, abandoning the thought of running away and leaving the vehicle, to follow Fan Zheng. 

...

Half a mile away from Gu Mochou's location, three spirit hunters appeared in front of the Fortune Dragon Restaurant. They nodded to each other before bolting into the tall building ahead with their weapons in hand. 

"Be careful! It's a very strong one." Another male disciple yelled upon seeing them arrive.

There were others already surrounding the female ghost king. The latter was late in escaping as she was also late in discovering that Gu Mochou's room was empty. 

The Red Lady tried to switch from a solid form into an invisible one.

However, the spirit hunters, although not uniform in strength, were used to cooperating with each other. It didn't matter whether they knew each other beforehand or if they had cooperated before. They successfully gave the enemy headaches as they harassed her in an odd pattern.

The modern Maoshan sect had leaders who knew perfectly that the spiritual energy on earth was thinning out. It was impossible to allocate every member the same amount of resources members from the older generations received decades ago. The change rendered them helpless. Yet they were also not willing to see the sect degrade.

Since the density of the spiritual energy caused them problems, instead of fixating on the quality of their disciples, they finally thought of shifting the focus on quantity and strength in numbers.

Fighting in formations and in groups had become a norm and in just a decade, it birthed to dozens of arts and manuals that the ragtag bunch of spirit hunters now used in the current battle. 

It did not take long for the Red Lady to be caught in an array. She was surrounded. 

"Don't hold back in your attacks! The sound isolation spell will only last for five minutes! Finish this thing off before that!"

Shouts echoed in the hallway. Fluorescent lamps often blinked or some random things exploded as red lights of uncanny glimmer took over, signaling spells or weapons attacking the female ghost king.

Thankfully, no normal people were nearby, or else they would be scared by the live horror scene or by the fact that grown men and women were thrown around by the ghost like pillows stuffed with cotton yet they were standing back to their feet easily. 

Their tenacity and persistence pissed their enemy.

"Begone!!!" The eyes of the angered female ghost king fiercely swept around before green and black veins emerged on her bent neck and became more annoyed, and partly, alarmed, when she saw the expressions on the faces of the Maoshan cultivators. 'In your dreams'.

Unnerved by that, an eerie and loud ear-piercing scream escaped out of the ghost's wide mouth. "Aaahhhhhhhh!"

"Oh no! Cover your ears!" 

Unfortunately, the warning came too late.

Everyone got temporarily deafened even though they hurriedly placed their hands on their ears. It took them some time to recover from the painful ringing from their eardrums. The female ghost took advantage of that window of time to move. In an instant, she appeared in front of Fan Zheng who had just arrived at the scene planning to join the encirclement.

A casual wave of her sleeve blew the male lead away with a black gust of wind and two more got pushed back when she flew past the vacated spot. 

"Sh*t. She has escaped!"

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