Ninth Sister's eyes widened, and she said indignantly, "Try using iron crystal!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Zong drew his sword in confusion. After thinking for a moment, he took out a piece of white iron crystal and slashed it fiercely with the blade.

Then... click!

The sharp sword, shattered, shattered, shattered?

Fang Zong: "...Damn, I finally found something good!"

Ninth Sister angrily retorted, "It's picking it up!"

"Okay, it's picking up."

"It was definitely picked up! You picked it up from the ground!" Ninth Sister insisted.

Fang Zong was speechless: "This wasn't something you found by touching the fragments; it only came out after you broke it?"

Ninth Sister: "...You...you...touched...picked up...believe it or not, I'll take you down with me!"

...

Driving a food truck can actually be quite enjoyable.

Especially when I owned a total of twenty cars.

Fang Zong casually picked up a food truck and drove back to San Francisco. He didn't need to handle the rest; he just needed to instruct Yang Tiesheng to move his ginseng, deer antlers, lingzhi mushrooms, and the like back.

They're piled up, worthless.

In the early morning, Fang Zong cooked porridge with ginseng, rinsed his mouth with bird's nest, and was still thinking about other ghosts.

Only seven days have passed, and there are still more than two months until I receive my graduation certificate. I definitely need to get the certificate; otherwise, my parents will lose face when I return to China.

Fang Zong then considered increasing his strength, focusing his main attention on the four strongest ghosts in San Francisco.

Four ghosts even stronger than Lara!

The FBI's files contain descriptions of four ghosts, but no addresses, so Fang Zong can't just go and ask them directly.

He couldn't exactly say to Peter, "Hey, tell me, I'll take care of them for you!"

Do you still want to go back to China?