Upon seeing Fang Zong, Zhao Changle's face turned green.

After a long silence, he stretched out his hand and said very seriously, "I am a spirit ghost."

"A spirit is still a ghost, but in reality, it can't really be considered a human, can it?"

Fang Zong grabbed his hand, and Zhao Changle's eyelids immediately began to twitch. After a long while, he said again with certainty, "I am a spirit ghost, just like your Lin Qiaoyu."

"Then what?"

"I don't want to fight you."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zong glanced at Zhao Changle's phone, which was facing down, smiled, and let go of it.

He suddenly felt that,

I think I've discovered something that might be very interesting.

I don't want to make this so interesting clear for now; if things are too transparent, they become rather dull.

As Zhao Changle left the VIP lounge of the mobile phone store, he noticed that the staff and customers were all silent, and the way they looked at him was as if he were a heinous terrorist.

Clearly, Fang Zong showed his Ghost Killer Team credentials, and he realized he was done for in this area.

Zhao Changle said with a miserable expression, "I just want to find a place to live a good life."

Fang Zong shook his head: "Who would believe that? Do you believe it or do I? It won't hurt for ordinary people to stay away from you." After saying that, he pointed at Zhao Changle and said: "Remember this face, it's more beautiful than a woman's and easy to remember. In the future, if you find someone who is unbelievably beautiful, whether it's a man or a woman, you can't go wrong by staying away from them."

"…………" Zhao Changle.

Fang Zong and Zhao Changle returned to the residential area next to the Ghost Killing Team. Fang Zong called his mother to say that he wouldn't be coming back for the time being. Just as he hung up, the doorbell rang.

Fang Zong was stunned when he opened the door to the attic.

It turned out to be Sun Zhilan from Domino's Tea Restaurant.

Sun Zhilan was dressed in a professional suit, looking neat and slender. She was also carrying two food containers. "I know you just finished working, so I brought you some food," she said, glancing cautiously into the house.

Fang Zong was speechless: "How did you know I was here?"

“My brother and I fainted that day, and it turned out that my brother had a power node, so he joined the Demon Slayer Corps. He told me that.”

Without hesitation, Sun Zhilan betrayed her own brother. Picking up two food containers, she blinked and said, "I just got off the plane and went back to Domino. Last time I saw you didn't order anything to eat. You must be tired of Western-style tea meals, so I made some wontons. Um... can I come in?"

"Oh, excuse me, please come in." Fang Zong stepped aside; blocking people outside wasn't a good idea.

Sun Zhilan walked in, smiling as she looked around the room. There was no hint of utilitarianism in her demeanor. But as she placed the food container on the table, she saw Zhao Changle come out carrying a purple clay teapot.

“What a handsome man…?” Sun Zhilan was dumbfounded.

"Actually, I like... never mind, I won't mess with you anymore. This guy is a ghost. I took pity on him and let him stay for a couple of days, but I have a girlfriend now."

Fang Zong explained with a smile.

Zhao Changle shrugged: "This ghostly man likes women."

Sun Zhilan smiled and nodded, taking the purple clay teapot from Zhao Changle's hand. The water dispenser was still on, so she went over to make tea.

Fang Zong noticed that there were still fresh fruits and drinks in the double-door refrigerator, so he didn't just sit there. He took a food container, washed it, and put some apples and lychees in it.

It must be said that the logistics team's care was truly meticulous. It seems they had thoroughly prepared the house before giving me the key. Basic necessities were plentiful, and there were even some luxury items in the closet.

After brewing the tea, Sun Zhilan poured two cups and served one to herself, saying, "As expected of the legendary military department, the benefits are really good. I thought you didn't have many of these things. Let's eat some wontons, or they'll get tastier if we don't eat them soon."

She opened the food container, divided it into two portions, and found some chili sauce, small dishes, bowls, and chopsticks inside.

It's clear that she's a very thoughtful woman.

Fang Zong was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to eat or not. He gave an awkward smile. Suddenly, there was another knock on the door. He felt a little strange. He had just been assigned this apartment, so why did it seem like the whole world already knew about it?

"I'll go open the door!" Sun Zhilan blushed as well. Just now, she looked exactly like a little woman serving her husband meals.

Click, the door opened, and then all was quiet.

"Fine! You've allowed yourself to keep a mistress!"

Xue Nuo peeked out from Li Xiaoran's shoulder, grabbed half an ice cream, and jumped out. Pointing at Zhao Changle, she exclaimed in surprise, "You hid two more, bisexual double-sided plugs! No, three!" With a flick of her wrist, she pulled Lin Qiaoyu out as well.

Lin Qiaoyu was carrying many bags, including various snacks and red wine.

Yang Tiesheng also arrived, carrying three large boxes of Snow Beer.

Yang Tiesheng's treatment has obviously improved. He went from freezing goods for half an hour if he didn't like them to being his assistant who fetches things.

"The celebration banquet is here! This must be... Miss Sun, right? I remember you! If you're free, come join us. It'll be more fun with more people."

Xue Nuo, oblivious to everything, dragged everyone in and then slammed the door shut.

What followed was naturally quite lively. Fang Zong hadn't expected that he would make so many good friends so soon after returning to his motherland.

Unlike parties in America, this was more like a social gathering, and it's not really appropriate to describe the more intimate hobbies...

As they drank, Yang Tiesheng froze solid again. This time, Fang Zong had no objection. After all, this big bear had drunk too much and thought this place was America. He dared to put his arm around Li Xiaoran? He wouldn't dare!

Then came the liquor, and Zhao Changle, who had never drunk strong liquor before, was the first to fall off the windowsill.

However, he was a ghost, so there was no need to worry about him. Sun Zhilan and Xue Nuo snuggled together on the sofa, the two women embracing each other.

As for Fang Zong and Li Xiaoran, their whereabouts are long unknown.

Fang Zong woke up early the next morning.

He woke up gasping for breath, feeling a bit out of breath.

When I opened my eyes, I saw two white mountain peaks. I was tightly bound to them. Upon closer inspection, I saw eight white arms wrapped around me, and my head was nestled in some indescribable place.

Fang Zong felt numb all over, with a sense of impending doom.

Carefully pry open one finger at a time, then another.

Pry open one arm, then pry open the other.

But a few seconds later, a disheveled man rushed out of the bedroom.

Immediately afterward, an eight-armed woman, wielding eight long knives, chased after him menacingly, shouting: "Don't go! I'll cut you eight times! If I can't kill you in eight cuts, then pretend last night never happened!"

"Nothing happened at all! Don't come any closer, or I'll jump, I really will!"

Fang Zong looked at the eight gleaming long knives, gritted his teeth, and leaped off the ninth-floor balcony.

Sun Zhilan watched Fang Zong fall down the stairs and instinctively screamed. When she saw Fang Zong float up, she felt relieved.

"The world of military generals is so wonderful," she muttered, her face full of envy and longing.