"You must think I'm a bad monster."

The female ghost said mournfully, "I have always stayed in this old school, never gone out, never harmed anyone, so why don't you believe me? Why are you treating me like this? I jumped into the water for my country in the most beautiful season, and never tasted the beauty of love. Now I just want to be with you, to count the fallen leaves in front of the door, to listen to the rain outside the window, and to let you see if my heart, soaked by the rain, is still the same as when I was alive."

So sour!

Fang Zong felt a chill run down his spine; it was as if a beautiful Lin Daiyu had fallen from the sky!

Your words were so sour, so gentle, so touching, so... I believed your lies!

Fang Zong has always had a hardened heart when facing ghosts. Moreover, he had seen the supermarket owner before he arrived; the owner's aura of yin energy was exceptionally pure, carrying pure evil, clearly intending to harm people.

It seems that the old school is being suppressed by something, still leaking yin energy, not to devour the life essence of the living, but to harm people!

"Crack!" Fang Zong took a step forward, the floorboards shattering under his foot, a wicked smile spreading across his face: "You ask me if I believe you? Well, let me tell you, most spoken words are like candy and bubbles, brightly colored but fleeting. They can't fill your stomach, but they make you forget temporary suffering. People exchange languages ​​because of each other's needs, thus reminding each other of their poverty once again."

The female ghost's eyes lit up instantly as she looked at Fang Zong, as if she had met a kindred spirit.

Xue Nuo tugged at Li Xiaoran and pointed at Fang Zong, asking, "What does he mean?"

"Illiterate!" the female ghost answered for him, saying disdainfully, "He means that all problems will ultimately not be solved by words, and that I should earn his trust through my actions. How pathetic, such a good man is accompanied by two uncultured pretty faces."

As she spoke, the other person stretched out their only hand and said affectionately, "Am I right? My love!"

“Yes.” Fang Zong looked at the other person’s hand and licked his lips.

As long as you lend a hand and let me have less trouble, whatever that bastard says is right!

"Only ghosts that I touch to death are good ghosts!" Fang Zong thought to himself, feeling that he was finding the other person more and more pleasing to the eye, and he was ready to take the other person's hand and gently touch it.

But at this moment, Li Xiaoran's long hair fell down, revealing eight fair and tender arms, each gripping eight chillingly sharp long knives.

"What he means is, if you want to fight, then fight, stop talking nonsense!"

"A kindred spirit, truly my kindred spirit!" Fang Zong exclaimed inwardly, a smile spreading across his face.

At this moment, Li Xiaoran's cold eyes burned with blue flames as he watched Fang Zong and the female ghost get closer and closer.

They had planned it all out in advance. Fang Zong was the main attacker, and Li Xiaoran wouldn't make a move unless Fang Zong made one.

Finally, their hands touched, their fingers intertwined, filled with deep affection.

"Dingdang, congratulations to the summoner for discovering the secret to the 'Five Internal Organs Shattered' female ghost. Stitching-up technique +1!"

"Double kill! Congratulations to the summoner for being attacked by the Five Internal Organs Shattering Ghost. Explosion resistance +1!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Zong's pupils dilated, and a happy smile couldn't be contained from the corners of his mouth.

Ah, the long-lost tinkling sound, and the long-lost ability to stitch!

Aside from the newbie boss, Little Lara, this is the first character to immediately grant her a healing technique.

Fang Zong's fingers were even more delicate, as if they had been honed through countless trials, with every nerve reaching an extreme level of fineness. Moreover, the female ghost felt that the skin on Fang Zong's hands seemed even smoother and more delicate.

At the same time, Fang Zong's vision went black. The darkness condensed, became bright, and then turned into a silhouette.

He seemed to see the female ghost embroidering and reading in the familiar classroom. Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from the sky, and a shell entered the room, blasting the female ghost to pieces and burning her internal organs to ashes!

"You don't seem to have died from jumping off a building, do you?" When his vision returned to normal, Fang Zong stared at the female ghost with a half-smile.

The female ghost was completely bewildered.

Suddenly, he gripped Fang Zong's hand tightly, and a chilling aura pierced Fang Zong's palm like a thousand steel needles.

"Triblekkill! Congratulations to the Summoner for being attacked by the Five Internal Organs Shattering Ghost and obtaining a skill book, Flying Needle User Manual (White) +1!"

Ninth Sister's voice rang out again.

"A little rich girl!" Fang Zong chuckled.

The female ghost remained bewildered, while Xue Nuo had already thrown out more than a dozen cleavers that gleamed with lightning, blocking her path.

Li Xiaoran was even more decisive, slashing wildly with eight long swords, intending to slice her up like a roast duck!

"Why, why don't you believe me!" the female ghost screamed.

In an instant, seven or eight large walls rose from nowhere, covered in moss, as if they had been buried underground for thousands of years, yet they were incredibly hard.

The entire house was divided by walls.

Fang Zong blinked and could no longer see Li Xiaoran or Xue Nuo; all he could see was the female ghost in front of him constantly screaming, "Why, why won't you believe me!"

"You wicked old woman, I don't believe you!" Fang Zong retorted sharply, continuing to touch her.

But the female ghost broke off her arm and retreated backward, shouting repeatedly, "Why, why don't you... why is it only me!"

The words suddenly changed, and the female ghost kept retreating, while Fang Zong kept chasing. But no matter how fast they went, there was always an insurmountable distance between them. All he could hear was the female ghost muttering and complaining.

"Don't you dare run away!" Fang Zong stopped in his tracks.

There seemed to be something strange about the chase; it wasn't a matter of speed.

I also understood that this female ghost was not some patriotic hero. All that talk about "the east wind at dusk and the mournful birds" and "fallen flowers resembling a person falling from a building" was just her self-aggrandizement.

The truth is, at that time, the Japanese invaded and the people were suffering. While other students were marching and calling for national salvation, she was embroidering in the classroom, reading foreign romance novels, and fantasizing about a prince charming who would give her a yacht, flowers, and the most luxurious life.

Then... "Boom!" A bomb killed her.

After the patriotic parade ended, her classmates held a memorial service for her. She shouted, "Why am I the only one who became a ghost?" and has been shouting for eighty years.

"You will die, you will all die, everyone will die!" The female ghost stared at Fang Zong, her eyes bleeding continuously, red blood flowing all over her face and down her neck.

Her hatred, like the pungent smell of blood, wasn't directed at Fang Zong, but filled the entire space!

Fang Zong smiled: "If you die, you won't see anyone else live." With a swift motion, he drew his sword. The blade was snow-white, the edge a deep blue. The Moon-Drinking Blade seemed to be a dragon drawing water, the moon drawing its light!

The female ghost was startled, glared at Fang Zong, but dared not go forward.

Suddenly it turned around, as if it had shrunk into a bloodshot eye, swallowing the whole room with blood and the smell of blood.

"Still trying to run?"

After a moment's hesitation, Fang Zong smiled and unleashed a powerful slash. The entire space trembled in the instant that followed.