Fang Zong chuckled and said, "Let's designate it as a high-risk area. You'd better not go there."

The smile was awkward, and there was a hint of speechlessness in it.

He knew what a demon corpse was; it was a monster that had reached its end, and then a ghost had refined it into a terrifying being that was neither demon nor ghost.

With the resurgence of ghostly energy, the cultivation of demons is also accelerating. These demons, who have reached the limit of their lifespan, are incredibly powerful. Level seven or eight magic techniques are useless to them; only the level of skill is considered normal.

Why don't you go take a look?

All right,

A woman as bold as you is perfect to be a brother.

The golden dragon fish was already prepared and served. Obviously, the small shop had no experience in handling such 'expensive ingredients,' but Hu Batian didn't care and ate it heartily.

Fang Zong placed his hand on Hu Batian's head. Hu Batian paused for a moment, his fur stood on end, and then slowly softened.

He raised his head, very politely licking his paws and washing his face, and asked, "Fang Zong, do you want to go over there and take a look?"

Fang Zong replied with a smile, "Wait until you finish eating."

"You want me to go with you?" Hu Batian raised his head arrogantly.

"No, wait until you finish eating, then I'll teach you how to enjoy life, and then we'll go."

Fang Zong thought Hu Batian didn't know how to enjoy life. A fish, okay, it was a bit expensive, but it was just unsuitable ingredients and an unprofessional chef.

Tiger Overlord is his cat, he should enjoy more.

Just then, my phone rang. The caller ID showed "Homebody," and it was Bai Su.

Fang Zong glanced at the caller ID, then at the curious little yellow cat that had come closer, and smiled.

Hu Batian had no real foundation and didn't know how to remove harmful elements from the ghostly energy, so he didn't extend his lifespan, but Bai Su did.

Bai Su would not refuse as long as he asked.

However, we should discuss this matter back in Junpo Valley.

Thinking of this, Fang Zong answered the phone: "Hello."

"Dear," Bai Su called out habitually, "how is the sound of a dragon's roar described again?"

Fang Zong was speechless: "Why are you asking this?"

"My novel needs to describe the sound of a dragon's roar, but I can't remember it."

Bai Su was a little confused.

She had heard the roar of a dragon, but for some reason, she couldn't recall it from her memory. Fang Zong had witnessed the great fortune of a nation, so he might have heard it too.

Fang Zong's face darkened. You called just to ask this?

You're a monster! A powerful monster! An ancient monster! Are you really making novel writing your lifelong career?

Is it really okay to be this dedicated?

Fang Zong had only seen the gate to the Eastern Kingdom's destiny, but had not heard the golden dragon pattern speak.

Just then, Hu Batian curiously came over, and Fang Zong decisively reached out and put the phone next to the little yellow cat's ear.

Tiger Overlord: "Meow?"