Before the other party could get angry, Fang Zong put on gloves, grabbed that hand with particular disgust, and slammed it hard on the table.

"Ding Dang! Congratulations, Summoner, for discovering the Water Ghost's technique in Repulse Bay! Water Escape Technique +1!"

"Double kill! Congratulations to the Summoner for discovering the Water Ghost's secret technique in Repulse Bay! Water Escape Technique +2!"

In just a moment, Fang Zong unleashed two consecutive powerful attacks with his red hand.

Instead of being pleased, he became angry and grabbed the screen with his hand, exerting a sudden force!

As the true yang fire began to burn, the original chat history on the screen was replaced by a man's head.

A man, judging from his tone of voice, seemed to be a student, but he had half a meter long hair, which was wet and covered his entire face.

"Let go of me! Waaah, it hurts so much! You shouldn't have hit me!"

"I am a ghost, and you are a human. You must be afraid, and you must be eaten by me in fear. That is how it should be. You cannot resist me!"

"That's right, go ahead and be afraid, be scared!"

Strands of the Repulse Bay Water Ghost's hair draped over the computer desk and onto the extended keyboard. Blood dripped from between his black hair, then from the keyboard onto the floor beneath Fang Zong's feet.

If it were anyone else, they would be terrified. Fang Zong was speechless and had to wave his hand at the open door to indicate, "It's just a kid, Da Huang, don't come and cause trouble."

"Meow, sub-magic level strength? This ghost's brain is insane!"

After the assessment was completed, Da Huang wagged its tail and went to watch TV.

Fang Zong held the other person tightly, not afraid that the other person would escape, and said very seriously: "Being a chuunibyou is a disease, and it needs to be cured."

"Waaaaah, brother, I was wrong. I'm just a primary school student. I committed suicide when I was eight years old. Please forgive me."

The other party begged for mercy, leaving Fang Zong dumbfounded.

Judging from your long hair and big head, you're only eight years old?

Who are you trying to fool!

Fang Zong: "Are you believing in superstition?"

"I believe it now!"

Who is the boss of your family?

Cleopatra!

Upon hearing this, Fang Zong immediately smiled and said, "Good boy, tell me where she is."

"Brother, I really don't know!"

"Then you're being naughty." Fang Zong exerted force decisively, but instantly missed.

Sure enough, Cleopatra, a shrewd woman who could easily trick him, wouldn't let such an idiot know her location. Perhaps this sub-magic-level ghost was just something Cleopatra provoked out to annoy herself.

Fang Zong didn't feel annoyed at all; looking at the water escape technique that had reached the ninth level, he felt quite pleased.

"It's only one level away from becoming a spell."

Being just one level away is the most agonizing part.

Fang Zong looked at the sky; it was very dark. But he was too lazy to sleep. He stretched and flew out the window.

The summer nights are alluring, and the cool night breeze feels wonderful on your face, almost like a fish spa treatment.

Fang Zong knocked out two robbers and cut off one who was trying to assault him. He then strolled through the sky again, thinking about how to build his own power.

Using spirits? Forget it, they're too difficult to manage.

Using a new monster like Big Yellow? Hmm, even harder to manage. I can't exactly be a babysitter, can I?

As Fang Zong lazily moved his feet and flew over another building, a sound of something cutting through the air suddenly came from above.

A sneak attack?

Fang Zong instinctively rolled over to dodge, and felt something rapidly falling beside him.

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