Huaiyin Square was packed with people.

Most of them are residents from the surrounding area, who have lived under the so-called "ancestor of the locust tree" for generations. Many of them migrated here later and, influenced by what they have seen and heard, have come to regard the "ancestor of the locust tree" as their own ancestor.

"Thank you, Ancestor Locust Tree!"

"Grandpa Tree protects the area..."

"The old tree is mighty..."

The enormous willow trees blocked out half the sky, their beauty and elegance reaching an extreme.

Fang Zong walked out, expecting everyone to admire Ye Xiuxiu's beauty, but he saw countless people kneeling around the old locust tree, their devout appearance making him burst into laughter.

“Eight hundred years…” Fang Zong sighed deeply.

Ninth Sister pouted: "It's only eight hundred years."

Fang Zong knew that Jiu Mei didn't care about eight hundred years. While he was cultivating, Jiu Mei would play games all day without getting tired of it. Perhaps for Jiu Mei, as long as she had a computer and games, eight hundred years and eight hours made no difference.

But then again, it really has been eight hundred years.

Fang Zong said to Ninth Sister, "Eight hundred years. In the past, people married and had children earlier. Let's not calculate based on children having children in their teens, but on average, it's twenty years. Twenty years is one generation, so eight hundred years is forty generations. Generation after generation worshipped the old locust tree, but they disregarded Ye Xiuxiu, who truly protected them..."

"Tell me, if I were in Ye Xiuxiu's shoes, what would I do?"

"Murder," Ninth Sister answered decisively.

Fang Zong shook his head: "No, it's a massacre of the city."

As he spoke, Fang Zong laughed again, pointing at the lush old locust tree and laughing so hard he almost fell over. The sarcasm was obvious even without looking at him.

Many residents turned around angrily, staring at Fang Zong, and noticed that Fang Zong had a knife in his hand and was surrounded by light.

At this moment, the beauty of the willow tree was fleeting, like a flash in the pan. The branches fell and the flowers withered, leaving only a single open willow flower in Fang Zong's hand, blooming brilliantly and full of fragrance.

They realized Fang Zong was a military officer, and their expressions changed, but their anger did not diminish at all.

So what if they're military officers? Even though they're dealing with ghosts, they're still military officers, even powerful ones, and they still eat the taxes paid by the ghosts.

They were not afraid of Fang Zong...

"General, I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

"Grandpa Tree is protecting us, how can you be so disrespectful? General, apologize immediately!"

Is it true that "the wrath of the masses is hard to defy," or "the law does not punish the masses"?

Fang Zong suddenly thought of these two words and laughed even louder. He extinguished the willow blossoms and also released a tiny wisp of true yang fire, cutting off Ye Xiuxiu's power to suppress the old locust tree.

"Boom!" Suddenly, more flowers bloomed!

The flowers of the old locust tree are as white as jade, and each locust flower is like a small wine glass filled with sweet nectar.

As the flowers fell, people forgot all about where they were and rushed to grab them.

These are the locust flowers from Grandpa Tree! And they've suddenly and miraculously bloomed so many locust flowers that they're no longer just a delicacy, but also their 'good fortune'.

Fang Zong watched with a smile, letting people scramble, trample, and make all sorts of ugly spectacle!

"None of these people are qualified to keep cats!" Sensing Ye Xiuxiu's weakening aura, Hu Batian appeared out of nowhere.

He held his tail high, swaggered along, and said with an air of arrogance, "We cats aren't stupid dogs. Dogs wag their tails when given a piece of bread."

Cats are noble, cats are proud, cats are selective about their owners... I've observed that no one around here can keep a cat. Haven't they noticed that if someone tries to keep a cat, the cat runs away within a few days? They simply don't bother raising stupid cat slaves like them.

Fang Zong felt an itch in his feet and wanted to shoot with his cat.

“That’s right, all humans are idiots!” Green Turtle chimed in.

Fang Zong immediately glared, and the green turtle quickly covered its mouth with its claws and changed its tune, shouting, "I meant the bad cat treated the principal like an idiot! I saw it, he chased away all the cats in the neighborhood. How could anyone keep stupid cats that haven't developed intelligence? It was the bad cat who said they were shameful and chased them all away!"

"Hehe, come here." Fang Zong beckoned to the little yellow cat, but his feet were still itchy, so he rubbed the toes of his leather shoes on the ground.

Hu Batian chuckled and turned to run away. He wasn't a stupid dog who would knowingly run forward to get beaten.

Fang Zong did not give chase, because at this moment the aura of the old locust tree changed, becoming sinister, evil, terrifying, and haunted by ghostly figures.

The yin energy from several miles around was drawn in, dark clouds gathered nearby, and the light suddenly dimmed...

"What's going on? Is it going to rain again?"

"Wait a minute, the rain just stopped, and the weather forecast said it would be sunny for the next few days!"

"You actually believe what the weather forecast says? Never mind, hurry up and pick the locust flowers, there are too many people..."

Thousands of people gathered in Huaiyin Square, scrambling and jostling for the locust blossoms. They dared not pick the blossoms from the trees, fearing they would offend the "tree ancestor," and only grabbed the blossoms on the ground. However, there were too many people on the ground, and no matter how many blossoms fell, there weren't enough for them to share.

Just as they were fighting over it, the branches of the old locust tree suddenly grew longer, and the sharp thorns on them grew barbs. They were hollow, like straws, or like the fangs of a venomous snake that could spit venom.

The branches entangled many people in mid-air, where they began to suck their blood.

The branches turned red, and the tree trunk seemed to twist into a somewhat bewildered, yet still eerily terrifying face.

"Oh my God, help!" People began to flee.

Just moments ago they were scrambling to get close to the old locust tree, but now they're scrambling to run away.

People were trampled during the scramble for locust blossoms, and this time even more people were trampled.

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