"It's summer now, the weather is fine and sunny. It snowed in the twelfth lunar month, and I need to take my family on a trip to relax."

"The sun is shining so beautifully today, I want to go to the beach! I want to see bikinis!"

"Okay, honey, let's take the kids with us. Let's skip the beach and go to Japan to find actresses and make a movie. I support you in bringing glory to our country!"

The words, seemingly unrelated, no longer needed military escorts or police. They spontaneously sped up, their destination not a hundred miles away, but in the distance where the wind blows.

In less than half an hour, miraculously, there was no traffic jam or commotion.

There was no one within a 50-mile radius of the Third Middle School!

At this moment, Fang Zong looked at the basketball hoop that had been deliberately left unattended, and raised his palm with a sinister smile.

"Two hours ago, I was able to break through the Yin Earth and make a sound to evacuate the people outside."

Fang Zong grabbed the basketball hoop, and pure blue flames ignited, burning the basketball hoop to nothingness: "Now let's see where you run to? Come on, let's see if you can run faster or I can catch you faster!"

"You're going too far, kid! My strength is far greater than yours!"

"Then don't be a coward!"

"Because I'm strong, I'm willing to back down!"

"turtle!"

"If you're so capable, then don't chase after me!"

"Green-haired turtle!"

"You just wait, kid!"

"A green-haired turtle with moldy fur."

Fang Zong remained expressionless as he slowly burned the last remaining thing in the yin area to ashes.

The world suddenly spun around, as if we were in weightless space.

Fang Zong noticed the morning light shining in, and within it appeared more than a dozen powerful ghostly energies, each seemingly empty shell.

But he also sensed that each one seemed to be the real entity, possessing terrifying destructive power!

The ghostly aura scattered and fled, but it's trying to run away again?

[A coward among cowards, yet a fighter!] Fang Zong felt a headache coming on.

When he burned down the Yin land, he provoked in every way, he provoked insanely. In the end, you, a second-level magic user, still had to run away?

The probability of catching up is even lower than last time. He can only choose one of them, but he can't guarantee that it will be the real body.

A success rate of only one in ten!

Absolutely no gambling!

"Hahahaha, you can't catch me, you've been defeated! You can't out-smug me, Fang Zong, you're finished!"

Laughter came from the left and right, sometimes near, sometimes far, and the wooden ghost was particularly arrogant.

"Come on, chase me! If you can't catch me, I'm leaving. Thirty-six students are a treat. I'll have one whenever I have time. Chase me!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Jing and the others turned pale.

"Damn it!" Fang Zong gritted his teeth, trying hard to distinguish the ghosts, but he couldn't find the real ghosts no matter what he tried.

Suddenly, a car came speeding towards them. As it got closer, it did a huge drift, shattering the windshield with a crack, and Hu Batian squeezed out of the windshield.

Fang Zong was overjoyed and shouted, "Get him!"

Hu Batian glanced at the dozen or so wisps of ghostly energy that had flown away, his cat-like eyes full of disdain, and shook his head.

Take two steps forward and hand the blood rose to Fang Zong.

“A beautiful mother presents this to you.”