"How about this," Fang Zong smiled, "In the past, we were free to take on missions, and the reward was whatever it was. I didn't break the rules, but after the mission, any other income is mine, right? You can't force me to help heal people after battles for free, can you?"

“Okay! We have a treatment fund! And social security!” Old Meng readily agreed.

"I don't care if you send them to the hospital, but I have to treat them myself. I'll start with 50,000 yuan." Fang Zong continued to set his conditions.

"No problem!" Old Meng calculated that the patient who needed Fang Zong's treatment must be seriously ill, and sending him to the hospital would cost more than 50,000 yuan. This deal was a steal!

Xue Nuo had already prepared the contract in duplicate. After they signed and pressed their fingerprints, Meng Laode brewed some spring flower tea.

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, the entire base glowed red.

As the screen flickered wildly, a piercing alarm blared urgently.

Old Meng picked up the tablet and saw on the screen a toxic fire spreading across a small hill in Xishan Park, billowing black smoke. Dozens of dark shadows shot out wildly, landing with bloodshot eyes, charging around and devouring people.

Because of the old tomb incident, Shancheng has been promoted to a higher department level, but the necessary personnel, such as Steel Bear and Overlord Blade, have not yet arrived.

Meng Laode subconsciously looked at Li Xiaoran, who then let down her long hair, and Xue Nuo tapped her waist, making a crisp metallic sound.

"No need." Fang Zong glanced at the screen and found that they were all ghosts below the level of evil spirits. He used to laugh out loud with joy, but now it was different.

With increased strength, his horizons have also broadened. If he were to touch these dozens of little ghosts, they would only produce three wisps of ghostly energy at most, not even enough to fill a tooth gap.

He simply made a phone call, handed the matter over to Lin Qiaoyu and Yang Yongsheng, and then laughed, "Let's not waste it, let my spirit eat it?"

"That's good." Old Meng nodded, clicked a few times on the tablet, and a whole page of black symbols and text appeared. After calculating, his long eyebrows twitched as he said, "The old tomb is a tomb on top of a tomb. There was a tomb deep inside during the Southern Tang Dynasty. Later, many wealthy and noble families covered it with their own tombs for feng shui reasons. The ghost energy in the second-class tomb has already dissipated. Around 3 a.m., the energy collision will disappear, which is also when the old ghost is at its weakest. You need to go in before 3 a.m. and block that old ghost."

"Then let's go for 2:30." Fang Zong nodded with a smile.

After joining the Demon Slayer Corps, in addition to a monthly salary of 80,000, I was also assigned a welfare apartment.

Fang Zong hadn't planned to go see it, but seeing the size and amenities of the welfare housing, he still asked Li Xiaoran to drive him there.

"This house is only worth eight million." Xue Nuo ate ice cream in the back seat, his face full of disdain when he mentioned eight million.

Fang Zong was speechless, suddenly feeling like he was dreaming. How long had it been? An eight-million-dollar property had become only eight million.

As the vehicle was moving, Xue Nuo climbed to the middle of the front seat, put his arm around Fang Zong's shoulder, and said, "Eight million is nothing. You're a billionaire now."

"What?" Fang Zong was dumbfounded.

"Don't you know? The value of our team's assets is 360 million. You own one-third, which is 120 million. The 10 million you owe can be paid off with three months' worth of dividends. What's 8 million?"

"Hiss..." Fang Zong gasped. Only then did he realize just how amazing the two young heiresses' businesses were.

He was still thinking about his property in Carmel-by-the-Sea, which had an annual rent of $600,000. So, he was a big boss now?

"I won't look at it anymore, let's transfer the ownership!" Fang Zong made the final decision.

What's an eight-million-dollar house? I'll give it to my dad and let him play with it.

I'm making hundreds of thousands of dollars a second, I'm really busy!

Fang Zong felt as if a flame was burning in his chest, the fire of a loser turning into a raging fire of nouveau riche.

Negative equity? To hell with it! He gets dividends!

...

April 7, 2019.

2 AM!

The hill in Xishan Park was filled with ghostly energy, and the ghost-slaying team mobilized almost all of them to tightly surround the entire park.

But they were just supporting characters; the main character was standing at the foot of the mountain, licking his lips with lingering satisfaction.

At the foot of the mountain, Lin Qiaoyu sat gracefully on a small flower bed, holding a ghostly object and carefully shaping it into a shumai (steamed dumpling) before feeding it to the little soul slave.

Fang Zong saw it and sighed inwardly that the spirit ghost was indeed an anomaly among ghosts. Lin Qiaoyu was very compassionate towards the living, but she was ruthless towards ghosts.

"I'm full." Lin Qiaoyu floated over to Fang Zong and pointed to the little soul slave: "She's full too."

"Master, I'm not full!" The little soul slave pitifully complained, saying that she had only eaten two ghosts and was still craving more.

Without saying a word, Fang Zong threw the little ghost out of the Yin Cun Mu.

A beating followed by a sweet treat. The little soul slave has been beaten for too long; he deserves some sweet treats. After all, he's still my little soul slave.

Fang Zong ignored the little soul slave's ravenous eating and gazed at the mountain peak. His eyes were filled with the aura of dragon yang, making the world seem to be divided into seven colors, while on the mountain peak, the pitch-black aura was like the bared fangs and claws of a demon.

Yang Tiesheng walked over and said, "Sir, you've joined the relevant department?"

"Yes." Fang Zong nodded.

Yang Tiesheng paused for a moment, then said, "Sir, Commander Peter asked me to tell you to be careful of ghosts. According to FBI intelligence, ghosts around the world are connected and are extremely powerful, no longer what governments initially intended."

"What are your plans?"

Yang Tiesheng remained silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "After eliminating the ghosts, the landscape will be reshuffled, and a world war will ensue."

Fang Zong gasped in shock. These world leaders, were they really planning to start World War III? Did they all want to be global emperors?

"Sir, no one expected the ghosts to be so intelligent, let alone so powerful. The United Nations has convened a meeting, demanding a full-scale effort to deal with these ghostly creatures. In the short term, there won't be any major conflicts between countries, let alone war... Commander Peter asked me to tell you that he will come to see you if he has the opportunity. But you shouldn't go; your rank isn't high enough to cause an accident."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zong nodded.

This means that he is not of a high enough rank to cause a large-scale conflict, even if he were to die in the United States by "accident".

Peter was different. As a state minister, he was already a powerful figure in the United States. When he came to the East, he represented the face of the country.

"I'm just a doctor," Fang Zong suddenly laughed.

At this moment, Li Xiaoran walked over, stretched out his hand, and Yang Tiesheng froze in place with a crackling sound.

"Freeze him for half an hour," Li Xiaoran said indifferently, and walked towards the mountain.