Fang Zong was startled and snapped out of his reverie, which was filled with an incomparable sense of comfort.

He had seen many ghosts, from those that devoured human essence and blood to those that gnawed on bones and flesh; what kind of evil hadn't he encountered? But this was the first time he had heard Ninth Sister's voice so serious.

Unjustly punished by Heaven?

That is to say, no matter what the reason, no matter how pitiful the past, as long as the cause of infanticide is committed, no matter how much you try to explain, you will still be condemned by heaven and earth.

What kind of crime?

Ignoring the surprised looks from the people around them, Fang Zong helped Chen Lan'er up and asked, "Ninth Sister, tell me more?"

Ninth Sister shook her head: "I only know 'Heaven punishes without cause,' I don't know anything else, I don't remember."

"You're not qualified to be an assistant sprite."

“Dear Summoner…” Ninth Sister’s voice turned dangerous.

Enough already? I said, enough already, Summoner? From initially wanting to die with you, to watching your silly antics with Shiji, and then...

So many, so many! I've been very generous, Ninth Sister, and you still say I'm not good enough?

Ninth Sister was about to lose her temper when she noticed Fang Zong raise his head and exhale a breath of foul air.

The primordial spiritual energy he just received not only made his Water Oriole spell more powerful, but also purified his body.

Fang Zong felt that his lifespan had also increased; he could live at least fifty years longer!

Damn it, this should be for Mom and Dad!

While inwardly complaining about his quick action, Fang Zong pressed his hand directly onto Chen Lan'er's chest, the very spot where the infanticide had bitten her, and pinched it with two fingers.

The True Yang Fire was released, instantly burning Chen Lan'er until she groaned.

"Pop!" With a soft sound, Chen Lan'er, a virgin with intact yin energy, actually squirted out a few drops of milk.

Before the milk flower even hit the ground, it exploded into a dark purple liquid...

"Big brother in a suit, you thug..." Chen Lan'er collapsed into Fang Zong's arms, her eyes shining and her gaze unfocused.

The surrounding police officers coughed twice; honestly, they really wanted to complain—it's human nature, after all.

But upon hearing Chen Lan'er's address, the police officers immediately became serious and went about their duties. Only the officer from before stepped forward to ask Fang Zong if he needed any help.

Fang Zong smiled and said, "I will handle this matter personally."

"Should we notify the Ghost Slayers?"

"No need."

Fang Zong thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "This matter is quite serious. I'm prepared to take some time to handle it properly. I'll call the Ghost Killing Team if needed."

"OK."

The police station staff went about their work, and after Fang Zong left, things suddenly became chaotic.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh, suit-wearing thugs!"

"It's true, the suit-wearing thug is alive!"

"I didn't embarrass myself just now, did I? Hahahaha, sooner or later I'll be just like that suit-wearing thug, roaming the world with a sword!"

"Go ahead, go ahead! They're killing ghosts by imperial decree, but you're breaking the law with your martial arts. I'll definitely arrest you and put you in jail!"

"Brother, our friendship is over!"

The police station was filled with laughter and commotion, and then everyone went about their business as usual. Meanwhile, Fang Zong was already sitting in his car, looking at his reflection in the windshield.

It was a woman wearing a floral-patterned jacket, with slanted eyes that formed two straight lines, revealing utter hatred and resentment.

The woman said in a sinister voice, "Give me back my child, give me back the child I killed..."

Fang Zong: "Okay, come here."

The woman's eyes burned with ghostly fire: "I won't let you go, no, the infanticide gang will tear you apart..."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Fang Zong lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then offered one to Chen Lan'er, who was trying to remain calm in the passenger seat, as if to comfort her. Then he stared at the woman's protruding belly: "A pregnant ghost? I said we're all pregnant ghosts, but how come you're so much uglier than Midnight Bride? It's okay, come on over. I'll go buy some hand sanitizer right now, and I'll make sure you wash your hands thoroughly and make them white."

The pregnant ghost said, "I'm going to drain your yang energy."

"Get lost, you ugly monster!"

Fang Zong almost bit the cigarette handle in half. "You, sucking my yang energy? How?"

Could you please put on a nicer mask before you come back? It's disgusting just thinking about it!

Without saying a word, Fang Zong started driving. With the roar of the Land Rover, a surge of true yang energy crushed the power of the pregnant ghost!

Then he turned to Chen Lan'er and asked, "Where are we going?"

"My home!" Chen Lan'er's eyes immediately lit up.

Fang Zong also noticed that she wasn't wearing colored contact lenses, and her natural expression even had a touch of delicate beauty, like that of a rich girl.

"Okay, you can choose the navigation yourself."

Fang Zong chuckled and prepared to close his eyes for a nap, but then the female navigation voice spoke up excitedly:

"Daddy, Daddy, the girl in the passenger seat is experiencing a surge in hormones. If you push her down now, the chances of having sex in the car are as high as 95%!"

Dad hasn't installed a car sex system yet, please install it as soon as possible. Foldable, convertible heart-shaped soft bed driver's seat, cozy aphrodisiac perfume, sprayer, the whole set is only 98,000...

Fang Zong: "..."

Chen Lan'er: "..."

"Bang!"

One punch, and the navigation system started smoking.

Fang Zong suddenly realized—why does it feel so damn good for drivers to smash navigation systems?

In the Shuiyuanloutai villa area, Fang Zong parked the car in the garage. When he got out of the car, Chen Lan'er's face was still flushed.

Fang Zongcai didn't care about Chen Lan'er's girlish heart. His tastes were already very discerning. Only Chen Lan'er's famous makeup skills on QQ Video could attract his attention, and even then, she wasn't the best kind.

After all, Chen Lan'er's makeup skills were almost a disguise...

Chen Lan'er took out the key and led Fang Zong into the lakeside villa. The villa was particularly deserted, and there was even a lot of eerie energy floating around.

[Does she live alone?] Fang Zong couldn't help but think to himself.

Because if there were more people living there, the yang energy of the living would dissipate the yin energy, and Chen Lan'er wouldn't have been so unlucky as to be targeted by ghosts again.

To ghosts, a person shrouded in yin energy is like a burning torch in the night...

Ninth Sister laughed and said, "She's actually quite lucky."

"Why?"

"Because I met you again, Summoner. Do you believe in fate?"

Fang Zong answered decisively: "I don't believe it!"

Ninth Sister: "I don't believe it either."

Fang Zong smiled, sat on the sofa, and watched Chen Lan'er running around fetching him fruit and making tea. Chen Lan'er had already removed her makeup, and to Fang Zong's surprise, she hadn't lost any of her beauty; instead, she looked like a lotus emerging from the water, or an orchid glistening with dew.

Chen Lan'er handed over the tea and asked shyly, "Big brother, what are you looking at?"

Fang Zongdao said, "It's quite remarkable, isn't it? You were truly destined to survive, encountering me both times you've been haunted by ghosts."

Chen Lan'er blinked and asked expectantly, "Does big brother believe in fate?"

"I don't believe it!"

Fang Zong answered decisively, taking a sip of tea: "Also, you'll have a very difficult time having children in your life."