"If death is inevitable," Fang Zong suddenly asked, "would you rather die while retaining your humanity, or die as inhuman ghosts?"

Suddenly silent.

Then they were speechless.

"Of course, it's better to just die!"

"I've seen zombie movies, and I've said before that if I were bitten by a zombie, I might become a zombie that doesn't recognize its own family. I'd just swallow bullets whole!"

"It's better to die knowing you're a human being than to become a zombie, right?"

Hearing the murmurs of the crowd, Fang Zong smiled and said gently, "Let's go. You all go first, and I'll bring up the rear."

Everyone quickly turned around, and under the guidance of the tour guide, they were able to line up in two orderly rows, protecting the elderly and weak in the middle, and set off safely.

But suddenly, Fang Zong drew his sword.

A flash of light sliced ​​across everyone's necks. Without feeling any pain, they began to dissipate, turning into wisps of blue smoke.

Only the tour guide reacted, slowly turned around, and stared at Fang Zong.

"So, we were already dead."

She smiled sweetly and said, "I don't want to be a tour guide in my next life. I don't want people to talk behind my back. I want to work near home, find a boyfriend, and live my own little life with him."

Brother General, in the next life, will you be my man...?

"Okay!" Fang Zong readily agreed.

"Thank you..." The girl closed her eyes and vanished.

"Killing Slash!"

"Method #1: Weakness Exploit, 1.5!"

Suddenly, the killing aura of the blade swept across the mountain peak, severing more than a dozen large trees in half. After a moment, the trees slowly slid down.

It made a series of loud 'bang' sounds.

"Iron Ghost, Frost Iron Zombie, you've angered me."

Fang Zong sheathed his sword and strode down the mountain.

"I said I'd leave no one alive in Dongcheng Mountain. Remember, my name is Fang Zong, and I keep my word!"

...

The mountaintops are shrouded in ghostly mist, with smog stretching endlessly.

Just a dozen meters away at the foot of the mountain, two large groups of people were standing.

On the left are the female warriors of the Yang family. Yang Yuying leads a dozen or so women, all brimming with youthful vigor and carrying double-handed axes.

Beside Yang Yuying was a huge bluish-brown python, and on the python's back stood a woman in pure white, with a serene and pure appearance, as white as a snow lotus.

On the right was a group of sorcerers dressed in what appeared to be Taoist robes, but with more elaborate designs and obviously more expensive materials. The leader, the old Taoist Murong, held a stack of yellow talismans, and behind him were pale golden phantoms that held his arms and legs in place, allowing him to move freely.

"The wait has been too long, and the reward you gave me isn't enough," a rather handsome young man carrying a long sword suddenly spoke up.

Old Daoist Murong quickly moved closer, fawningly saying, "Lord Youmingfeng, you see, I've already given you 80% of my legitimate businesses. As for the remaining 20%, I need to keep some money as a facade, right? Otherwise..." He cautiously suggested, "Those less legitimate businesses are more profitable; I'll give them to you."

"What kind of person do you take me for?"

Youmingfeng dusted off the collar of his black Zhongshan suit and laughed: "I have a clean reputation, so of course I don't accept shady business. But you can list them out for me. Give me a form."

"Alright!" Old Daoist Murong quickly took out his tablet and retrieved his account data.

Youmingfeng saved the data to a USB drive and said coldly, "You should remember this: although you used Uncle Jiu's order to invite me here, you are not Uncle Jiu's direct descendants. I am just doing my job for money."

"I've arrived, Deputy Director."

Just then, a young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old jumped over.

"Too stupid!" Murong Laodao's lips twitched. What he hated most was being called "deputy" director.

The young man, whose Taoist name was Tai Er, glared at the old Taoist Murong, smiled apologetically at Yang Yuying, and still sided with the Taoist Association.

Suddenly seeing Youmingfeng, he opened his mouth wide, covered his mouth, pointed at Youmingfeng, and asked, "Deputy Director, why is the Soul-Reaping Ghost Blade here?"

"Of course, it's about dealing with the suit-wearing thugs!"

Old Daoist Murong said smugly, "That bastard Fang Zong dared to insult our Fangshi Association, so I dare to use Uncle Nine's Token to invite the two seniors, Iron Skull and Silver Skull, to take action. Do you really think that being number one on the Leopard Ranking is so great?"

"Hmm?" Youmingfeng sneered, "Then my third place on the Leopard Ranking..."

"That kid was just lucky!" Old Daoist Murong was covered in cold sweat. "Yes, he was just lucky. Didn't the two seniors say that they didn't need to take action? Your presence alone is enough. In terms of real strength, how could that thug in the suit be a match for you!"

"Hehe." Youmingfeng laughed meaningfully.

"Waaah." Tai Er covered his mouth, wanting to say something but not daring to, his face covered in cold sweat.

Youmingfeng glared at him, and Tai'er jumped up and resolutely ran to the side of the Yang family's female generals.

"You're too arrogant! You're a member of our Taoist Association!" Old Daoist Murong was furious.

"No! I'm a member of the Demon Slayer Corps!" Tai Er shook his head resolutely.

"This old Taoist is your sixth martial uncle!"

“Our two factions split up three hundred years ago, and your side even occupied our territory!”

Tai Er stood at attention, bowed to Yang Yuying, saluted, and roared with an unyielding air, "Chief, Tai Er from the Ghost Killing Team is reporting for duty!"

"Hehe." Youmingfeng let out another cryptic chuckle.

Old Daoist Murong hurriedly returned, saying angrily, "That brat who doesn't know his place! Don't worry, once Fang Zong is dead, the Yang Clan will be no match for our Taoist Association. We will take over the entire island, and this bastard will suffer a fate worse than death!"

"What does the life or death of Nine Talisman Soul Chaser Tai Er have to do with me?"

Youmingfeng looked ahead and said with a smile, "Look, Fang Zong is here."

Old Daoist Murong rushed forward, about to speak, when 'swoosh!' a sharp blade pierced through his chest from behind.

A single, clean stab through the heart!

Old Daoist Murong stared blankly at the tip of the knife protruding from his heart, only to find that the tip had been withdrawn.

Youmingfeng happened to walk in front of him, casually flicked the blood off his blade, sheathed it, and then opened his arms to embrace the figure descending the mountain.

"Why, why!!!" Old Daoist Murong rolled his eyes and collapsed.

But at that very moment, the hideous ghostly figure stood up and tried to tear the Nether Wind in two from behind.

"Tsk, it turns into a ghost so quickly."

Without even drawing his sword, Youmingfeng simply thrust the scabbard behind him and utterly killed the old Taoist priest, Murong.

“Brother Zong, if you kill me without interrogation, I have committed a crime. But I have collected all the evidence against this old ghost. You have to speak up for me.”

Youmingfeng took out the USB drive: "We don't want the shady business, let's hand it over. I got 80% of the legitimate business, it's a small matter of less than 100 million, let's split it 50/50 and buy two yachts to play with?"

"Alright, let's see what kind of yachts can cross the river in Shancheng, and don't buy anything too big."

Fang Zongcai didn't care about that.

He turned to look at Bai Su, grinned, and showed off his little white teeth.