"Red Hand Super Burst?" Fang Zong couldn't help but mutter to himself.

He had heard of "red hand burst", "red hand double burst", and "red hand triple burst", but this was the first time he had ever encountered something like a super burst.

Could it be because I touched some fragment of memory?

Does a puppet hurt a lover?

A ghost was named with the character 'human' in Ninth Sister's mouth?

Fang Zong was puzzled. He looked at Jiu Mei in the mirror. After her initial surprise, Jiu Mei's face was full of fangirl expressions. She drew circles on his forehead and muttered something to herself from time to time, as if she was searching for memories deep in her mind.

"I don't want to think about it anymore!" Ninth Sister disliked using her brain and urged Fang Zong, "Quickly see what you touched!"

Fang Zong nodded, staring at the ball of light in front of him.

The wooden ghost had turned into fine wood dust, completely gray, yet a dazzling ball of light rose from its spot, the color of blood, with a somewhat melancholic glow.

There was nothing else.

Even the critical strike techniques he first encountered were missing; his weakness critical strike (demon) had not been upgraded.

Fang Zong pointed at the ball of light and asked, "Is it all inside?"

Ninth Sister shook her head: "This is the first time I've encountered this situation."

Okay, if you haven't met him, then I certainly haven't either.

Fang Zong didn't force Jiu Mei to think. The ball of light was here; giving it a try was more straightforward than asking anything.

He reached out and touched the ball of light. His palm felt like it was being electrocuted, and the memory was transmitted through his nerves directly into his mind!

My name is Li Xiang. My father said that I should continue his name, 'Li Xiang'.

I did not disappoint my father's expectations. I was admitted to the county's No. 1 Middle School with excellent grades, ranking 41st in the county's high school entrance examination, and I was also admitted to the No. 1 Middle School's "experimental class".

I thought I would study hard, get into a good university, and then...

Fang Zong's eyes began to redden. The memory of the puppet hurting its lover directly penetrated his emotions, making him feel the same way.

A memory allows time to slip by unnoticed.

He murmured to himself, "Is this what they mean by 'the puppet hurts the lover'? So my assumption was correct."

Hu Batian wandered around and found that the demon corpse had entered a hospital, but then he completely lost track of the demon corpse.

He scratched his head: "I lost him too? Has my hunting skill deteriorated? Oh well, once Fang Zong leaves this city, the demon corpse won't be his responsibility anymore." He immediately gave up, rubbing his front paws and saying, "Let's go back, let's buy some golden dragonfish to eat."

He had only taken a few steps when suddenly a chaotic commotion arose. Hu Batian looked up alertly and heard not only the roaring of many people chasing after him, but also the strong smell of blood, in addition to the disinfectant smell of the hospital.

Hu Batian bent down and shot through the hospital window like lightning, rushing towards the direction against the wind.

It was still early morning, and the hospital was a bit dark. Along the corridor, a man in a black trench coat was screaming wildly, pointing a knife at several hospital security guards who had surrounded him.

The scent of the demon corpse emanated from him, but judging from his face, he was just a listless person.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! I only want blood, I don't want to kill anyone!"

"I'll stab anyone who comes near! And I'll take your corpses too!"

The man in the trench coat pulled out a scalpel from somewhere and started waving it wildly. In his other hand, he was holding a lot of blood plasma bags, which kept falling off and breaking open with a thud, leaving blood everywhere.

He struggled to hold the blood plasma bag steady, stabbing and threatening the security guards who were closing in on him as he ran outside.

Suddenly, a cat came along with small, graceful steps, and tripped the man in the trench coat.

The claws extended, unleashing a gust of wind that tore the man's clothes apart.

"monster!"

"people!"

The human and the demon looked at each other, both quite surprised.

Hu Batian shook his head in confusion, hooked his arm around the man and walked away, thinking as he went: "Why is it a person? Why does this person have so much demon corpse smell? What does he need the blood for? Never mind, I'll just give it to Fang Zong."

Inside the suite, Fang Zong slowly opened his eyes, his expression calm.

Before him, the crimson ball of light had split into eight semi-transparent fist-shaped lights and three light blue shield-shaped lights.

Ninth Sister laughed excitedly: "Congratulations, Summoner! You have a total of eight levels of critical strike techniques, plus Soul Slave fragments. You've got them all."

Fang Zong couldn't help but smile, very satisfied with his gains.

The eight levels of critical strike techniques alone are enough to turn weakness critical strikes (on demons) into spells.

In that case, he would have five level-one spells: Netherworld Tremor, Teleportation, Flesh Regeneration, Silver Robe and Crimson Robe (Demon), and Weakness Critical Strike.

In addition, with the two sub-demon quality second-stage spells, Triple Slash and True Yang Qi, slaughtering opponents of the same level is as easy as killing pigs and dogs, and challenging opponents of higher levels is also a breeze.

The translucent fist-shaped light and shadow on his hand suddenly stopped.

“Puppets hurt lovers,” Fang Zong sighed softly.

The puppet who hurts lovers, whose real name is Li Xiang, is an older brother born in 1987.

In the early 21st century, Li Xiang was admitted to high school, and his life seemed bright. He could even touch the light within his heart. However, at that time, there were arts and sciences tracks. When he was divided into classes in his second year of high school, his family's statement that science students could find jobs ruined everything for him.

Is it wrong to like words? Why can't I study humanities?

With this in mind, Li Xiang's grades in the science class plummeted, but only one person offered him comfort.

A girl, not pretty, but a very gentle young lady.

He confessed his feelings and handed her a love letter.

But the love letter fell into the hands of the homeroom teacher and was read aloud in front of everyone!

"Haha, that's him! He doesn't study properly, all he thinks about is dating!"

"Early love, early love, early love!"

"Your grades probably dropped because you were dating too early..."

Parents, teachers, classmates—countless angry curses and jeers followed. One midnight, Li Xiang wanted to sculpt a statue of his beloved, but unfortunately, he didn't know how, and only managed to make a wooden doll.

The pain accumulated until he plunged a knife into his own heart, blood splattering onto the puppet's shoulder.

As he lay dying, Li Xiang had only one thought:

"Please let me disappear completely!"

"Early love? What is early love?" Fang Zong sneered. "When people are lonely, they will instinctively seek a partner. This kind of feeling does not need to be stopped, much less ridiculed."

Ninth Sister blinked: "Summoner, you support puppy love?"

Fang Zong: "If two people are helping each other, why look at them with strange eyes?"

Ninth Sister asked in surprise, "Dating at the age of three counts?"

"Anyone who calls dating someone over fifteen 'puppy love' is an idiot!"

Remembering Li Xiang's last words, Fang Zong shook his head, moved his hand away from the critical strike method, spread his five fingers wide, and directly crushed the Soul Slave fragment.

"I promise you, I'll make you disappear completely."

With a crisp sound of iron crystals falling, Fang Zong absorbed the critical strike-type technique.

"I accept the reward. Have a safe journey."

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P.S.: Power outage, climbing stairs, falling and head injury.

The third watch of the night was used as a warning to others.