Fang Zong took out his phone and read from the information: "Liu Yonghe, hmm, what a nice name. I used to call him Yonghe Soy Milk. He was an international student from East Asia. His family fell into poverty when he was a sophomore. His girlfriend worked at a bar in the red-light district to pay his tuition, and then disappeared. Liu Yonghe was heartbroken and searched everywhere for her. He drowned on the West Coast and then vanished into thin air. Oh, and there's another Liu Yonghe, ranked number one in danger among ghosts in San Francisco. He kills people every day, murdering a prostitute or a hoodlum every day and selling her for sex..."

"You fucking think your girlfriend got killed by this kind of guy?"

"Yes," Liu Yonghe readily admitted.

Great! Single! Awesome! You dare to do it and dare to admit it!

On the bright side, killing only one person a day is also a manifestation of your human nature.

Fang Zong thought: We Dongguo people are like dragons, and compared to Liu Yonghe, Xiao Laoda's group is like crabs with their claws tied!

He glared at Liu Yonghe, then reached out and took the lit cigarette.

He took a drag, exhaled a long plume of smoke, picked up a case of beer from the side, and walked outside.

"Where are you going?" Liu Yonghe asked.

Fang Zong rolled his eyes: "Let's go to your house for a drink!"

Liu Yonghe's home was very simple, almost uninhabitable, and completely empty.

The bathroom is a bit special, with a workbench he designed himself. It has a two-meter-long and one-meter-wide metal table that serves as a cutting board for meat.

It's eerily ghostly.

The whole room was filled with ghostly energy!

Fang Zong glared at Liu Yonghe and went into the bedroom.

"Damn it!" Fang Zong stumbled and almost fell to the ground after only glancing at the bedroom.

How terrifying, how horrible, so many treasures!

Fang Zong saw that the bedroom contained a glass cabinet bed with formaldehyde inside. Next to the cabinet was a row of large glass bottles, also filled with formaldehyde solution, in which heads were soaking.

Inside the glass bottle, black gas surged, and blurry faces struggled to emerge.

"They're all ghosts, but they're a bit weak." Fang Zong wasn't very satisfied.

But... what a surprise!

The most dangerous ghosts were his own kind, and old acquaintances at that. Fang Zong had long been prepared to return empty-handed, with a fifty percent chance of it happening.

But here, there are one, two, three... a whole hundred glass jars, with more than sixty ghosts inside!

"You're really ruthless. Not only did you kill people, you don't even spare ghosts."

Fang Zong's eyes lit up, and he randomly picked up a bottle and touched it.

"Dingdang, I found a white skill book. Talk: Skill Book Initial Understanding +1!"

Fang Zong's face darkened.

This... I absolutely cannot film it!

But now that he could touch it, Fang Zong was overjoyed.

Liu Yonghe's lips twitched as he looked at one of his 'collections' that had been damaged.

At this moment, Fang Zong turned around and smiled: "Can you give me some face?"

"What?"

"Don't go looking for prostitutes anymore. They work hard and earn money through their own abilities, even if it's just late at night."

"Alright," Liu Yonghe readily agreed.

On one hand, Fang Zong spoke up; on the other hand... all the prostitutes who had frequented this red-light district two years ago and whose backgrounds weren't exactly clean were here.

So, in a bunch of heads, the two of them smoked together, drank together, and chatted together.

Fang Zong also reached out and groped around.

"Dingdang, you've already become a god!"

"Dingdang, it's become incredibly ghostly!"

"Dingdang, good things happen and you're in high spirits. You met an old friend in a foreign land and got a triple skill explosion. Congratulations to the Summoner for having a lucky break!"

After a hearty meal and drinks, Fang Zong gathered up his spoils.

They're all little devils, so they don't have much of a ghostly aura, but they have a lot of skill books. Besides car theft, lock picking, robbery, and the Nine Shallows and One Deep, there are two other professional skills.

One is fluent in French (green);

Green was fluent in French, and not just any ordinary language. Fang Zong felt as if his brain had been electrified, and he instantly gained all the language knowledge a Frenchman had acquired from childhood to adulthood.

If he only talks without being seen, people will definitely think he's a true-blue Frenchman, speaking in a fluent, frivolous, and affected manner.

Fang Zong dipped his finger in water, made a couple of strokes, and surprisingly wrote out beautiful French characters.

Another, even better one, is botanical plant identification, which is related to medicine.

Fang Zong smiled and slapped it away.

Liu Yonghe relaxed and asked with a smile, "How are you going to explain this to the FBI?"

No explanation needed.

Fang Zong said, "The FBI is in big trouble lately and doesn't have time to deal with you. Besides, if I decide to protect you, Peter will consider it. You've killed a lot of people, which is why you're ranked as the most dangerous, but you've only killed some scum of society, so Peter can't be bothered with you."

"Do you have that much influence?" Liu Yonghe asked.

"What do you think?" Fang Zong asked in return.

The man and the ghost burst into laughter.

When I returned to the apartment, Peter was waiting in the lobby.

Because the so-called intelligent ghost that controls all of San Francisco has not yet appeared, Peter felt that Fang Zong was weak and unsafe, and wanted Fang Zong to move to the top floor of the San Francisco building.

Fang Zong naturally refused, but conveniently took care of Liu Yonghe's matter.

Two days passed peacefully. One evening, Fang Zong received a call from Liu Yonghe.

"Hey, you're in trouble." Liu Yonghe was a little out of breath.

"What?"

"It's Laura the Ghost Doll and Nami the Carriage. They've both been upgraded to the level of demons and have designated you as the greatest enemy of all the ghosts in San Francisco. They've gathered thirteen ghosts of considerable strength to deal with you!"

Fang Zong: "...Huh?"

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