The world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be.

During the era of reform and opening up in Dongguo, the world changed rapidly, and people's hearts changed even faster. Many villains transformed themselves from hooligans into well-dressed, successful people.

The ghost became even more arrogant, brazenly appearing in broad daylight.

And right in front of him!

Fang Zong immediately stopped the car, stroked his chin, and looked at the eight-bearer red sedan chair in front of him, accompanied by gongs and drums.

Smiling.

Looking at the open street in front of him, Sun Laoliu pinched the broken pipe together, took a puff, and said wistfully, "Actually, the old man wants to see his great-granddaughter get married."

Fang Zong replied, "I want both."

Sun Laoliu glanced at Fang Zong and said, "Old man, you're being greedy. You're already very fortunate to be able to see your great-granddaughter grow up. How many people can have five generations under one roof?"

But I just want to see her get married and find a good family.

Forget the Western-style wedding, and don't bring luxury cars. Just a traditional sedan chair carried by eight men, with singing, gongs, and drums.

Our Eastern culture,

Do you understand?

Fang Zong pointed forward, "Is it like that?"

Sun Laoliu paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing into slits, and asked, "What is that?"

Suddenly, he bit down on his last few teeth, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a pomelo leaf with strange, blood-red markings, intending to rub it on his eyes.

But it's not necessary.

Because at this point, the elaborate sedan chair carried by eight men began to appear.

The sound of gongs and drums, with its eerie, lingering echoes like the howling of a cold wind, reverberated throughout the entire street!

"A ghost!"

"A ghost is coming! Run!"

"Call the police! Call the police now! Hide!"

The streets, which had just opened for business that morning, were in complete chaos.

The townspeople were terrified.

The shops closed their doors and pulled up the shutters; the residents along the street in the town hurried home, locked their doors and windows, and trembled as they peeked through the cracks, fearing that ghosts would come knocking.

The eight-bearer sedan chair headed straight for Fang Zong.

The sedan chair carriers were neatly dressed in mandarin jackets with red ropes tied around their waists and turtle hats on their heads.

It's the kind of hat seen in late Qing Dynasty movies, the kind of hat that paper makers would draw for paper figures.

Fang Zong noticed that the other person's clothes were neat, probably from a paper-making shop, and that they had been burned and replaced using a special method. However, their shoes were all different, with some wearing leather shoes, some wearing high heels, and some wearing platform boots.

Suddenly I remembered Ruan Qingqing, and I laughed out loud.

If Ruan Qingqing also died, she would definitely be barefoot.

The sedan chair carried by eight men stopped in front of Fang Zong's carriage.

Then it fell.

The two sedan bearers reached out and lifted the sedan curtain.

The leading ghost, banging the gong, approached Fang Zong, its body disappearing into the front of the car, bowing low at the windshield.

"My lady heard that General Wu was coming and ordered us to invite him to our residence for a small gathering."

The ghost was handsome and refined, but had very pale skin. It was a female ghost dressed as a man. Moreover, Fang Zong saw that the eight sedan chair bearers, one banging a gong, and one playing a drum were all female ghosts.

"They are all ghosts turned from pitiful people."

Fang Zong sighed with emotion, then slapped him across the face.

"Snap!" He made a sound effect in his mouth, but it wasn't as loud as when he typed it. He laughed and said, "Lead the way."

"My lady means that you should get into the sedan chair and come to the mansion, sir," the female ghost said as she got up.

"Lead the way!" Fang Zong unleashed a killing intent, instantly slicing the female ghost into pieces. She was just a little ghost; touching her was a waste of time.

The remaining ghosts trembled, dared not utter a word, and obediently carried the sedan chair to lead the way.

Fang Zong followed in his car.

The sedan bearers walked very fast, but every few steps, all eight bearers, along with the drummer ghost, would jump up and down, shouting, "Please welcome General Fang Zong to the mansion!" It was quite a scene.

Many townspeople peered through window and door cracks at Fang Zong and Sun Laoliu, their eyes beginning to turn hostile.

That's the kind of gaze one uses to look at enemies of the people, traitors.

Sun Laoliu simply smoked a pipe, one hand holding the pipe bowl and the other gripping the broken end of the stem, puffing away with a calm expression.

It seemed the townspeople weren't looking at him.

Fang Zong touched his chin, suddenly smiled, and stepped on the gas.

"Bang!"

The dragon's yang energy enveloped the front of the carriage, instantly sending the four ghostly sedan bearers flying. While still in mid-air, they were burned into huge flames by the yang force.

The remaining four sedan chair bearers, carrying the broken, half-broken sedan chair, knelt down along with the drumming ghost.

"My time is very precious."

Fang Zong slowly pressed the accelerator, smiling as he said, "Actually, if we're just leading the way, one more person is enough, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Whatever the adults say is right!"

The five ghosts immediately understood, jumped up and ran. They all rushed to be the first to leave.

Fang Zong waved to both sides of the street, smiled, and then stepped on the gas.

The SUV roared away.

Unbeknownst to them, the off-road vehicle had already left the town and entered a rather desolate area.

As expected of a specially designed off-road vehicle, it traversed mountains and valleys with ease. While it wasn't exactly like walking on flat ground, the places the ghost passed through were far from safe. It traversed cemeteries, shallow rivers, and rocky beaches without hesitation.

Finally, the ghost entered a dry riverbed below a sorghum field. The surrounding area was empty, and this place was probably a large cement pipe used to divert river water.

Since they couldn't drive in, Fang Zong had to get out of the car and go into the cement pipe with Sun Laoliu.

They had barely entered half a meter.

Suddenly,

suddenly see the light!

The once dark cement pipes suddenly transformed into an ancient courtyard shrouded in gloom. The main gate was wide open, and in the courtyard, seven or eight tables were set up outdoors, each with thirteen cold dishes, neatly arranged.

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