...

silence.

Then silence.

Xue Nuo suddenly jumped up and clung to Fang Zong's back like a koala.

She grabbed Fang Zong by the neck and yelled, "You're not a support, and you're not even the best support! You're not even the best support! You, you ...

Lacking vocabulary and unable to find the right words, Xue Nuo didn't know what to say.

They made a killing!

Old Meng laughed so hard his old teeth almost fell out, while the usually aloof Li Xiaoran was pondering a very serious question.

She grabbed Fang Zong's hand and asked in a serious and earnest tone, "Are you really human?"

Fang Zong: "..."

...

In the lounge, as requested by Meng Laode, Fang Zong was locked up with two beautiful women.

The room was quiet. Apart from three separate sofas, the wine cabinet, television, and even the feng shui fish had all been moved out, making it feel particularly empty.

Fang Zong sat on the sofa, sipping a cup of tea, and pondering the matter of forming a team.

"It's normal for teammates to be open and honest with each other, but if I team up with them, is that old fox trying to find out what's going on with me?" With that thought, Fang Zong began to compose his words.

He looked at Li Xiaoran, but Li Xiaoran was not sitting on the sofa. His dark eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses suddenly turned icy blue, scanning his surroundings like a scanner.

Xue Nuo had a device in his hand that made a beeping sound, and the screen looked like a scanning radar.

"Alright, there are no surveillance devices in the house." Xue Nuo put away the equipment, jumped onto the sofa, crossed her beautiful legs, and produced an ice cream cone from somewhere, making a smacking sound. "Now we can have a normal conversation and talk about our skills!"

"Wait," Li Xiaoran let her long hair down again, and eight fair arms appeared from behind her, her fists clenched gently.

Suddenly, a series of crackling sounds appeared, the surrounding air froze into a thin layer of ice, and the walls, covered in frost, peeled off with a whooshing sound.

“Very good, you can speak now.” She sat down on the sofa calmly.

Xue Nuo nodded, "My method is self-explanatory, it's all in the information, it's just explosives, and my trump card is triple explosives. Sister Xiaoran comes from the family of the Eight-Armed Arhats, and everyone is speculating whether she has mastered the legendary Eight-Armed Frost-Sealing Blade. I'll tell you, she has!"

After saying that, Xue Nuo's eyes blinked as she looked at Fang Zong: "What's your trump card?"

Fang Zong blinked as well: "Eight-Armed Cold-Sealing Blade?"

"It's a unique secret technique. For hundreds of years, no one in the Li family has been able to possess the power node of eight arms, so they can't master the Eight-Armed Cold Sealing Blade. Everyone thought the technique had been lost."

"Similar to the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique?" Fang Zong understood somewhat and was quite surprised.

Li Xiaoran: "...Yes!"

Suddenly, the surroundings turned icy cold, as if the temperature had dropped below zero. Fang Zong felt a chilling, stinging pain all over his body and quickly said, "My trump card is very simple: it inflicts real damage on ghosts. You know what I mean, it ignores defense and deals real damage."

Li Xiaoran: "...Speak like a human being!"

"It should be at least ten times the attack power, right?" Fang Zong was a little unsure.

"Pfft!" Xue Nuo spat out a mouthful of ice cream, her eyes turning deathly green. She jumped over and coiled around Fang Zong again. "Ten times? Really ten times? You're at the fourth level of magic now. With ten times the attack, you can even kill magic-level ghosts, right? How many magic-level ghosts are there in the whole country? You can walk sideways, no, I mean we can walk sideways!"

"But you have to be able to hit them first." Fang Zong was really looking forward to his teammates creating an opportunity for him to steal the ghost.

"Okay! Sign the contract!" Xue Nuo immediately took out a blank contract.

There was Fang Zong's handprint on it. She took out a fountain pen and wrote it out in neat, small regular script.

Fang Zong was surprised that this "lively girl" had such beautiful handwriting; he had expected it to be cursive script.

"The team's business consists of a chain of stores in North China, with thirty-six large stores. Including staff and salaries, you'll contribute eighty million!"

Xue Nuo rattled off a string of words, handing a pen to Fang Zong: "Sign it again, double insurance!"

Fang Zong: "...I have no money!"

As the saying goes, teammates who are destined to be together must have fought countless times in their past lives.

Fang Zong argued his case forcefully and finally exchanged a debt of ten million yuan for one-third of the equity of a chain roast duck restaurant in North China.

This is an internal business of the team, and he owns one-third of it. He cut the price from 80 million to 10 million, so he should have made a profit.

But with another ten million in debt, he was still not quite willing to accept it...

Just as I was thinking about how to get rid of my negative equity, there was a knock on the door.

"You all know each other to some extent now, right?" Old Meng walked in with a smile.

The old man held up a tablet and pointed at the surveillance camera in Xishan Park, saying, "The clash of abilities will soon disappear. When the illusion is gone, it will be the time when the old tomb ghost is at its weakest. You all have a certain understanding now, so hone your combat strength a bit more and don't let the old ghost escape."

To deal with the ghosts in the old tomb, of course, the entire ghost-slaying team of Shancheng was mobilized, but the most important fighting force was Fang Zong and his group.

Meng Laode gave him a serious reprimand, then said, "Xiao Zong, your potential is at the sub-god level. According to the rules, you can make one request. Do you want me to wipe out the 20 million you owe our Ghost Killing Team?"

"I owe them another ten million." Fang Zong was also helpless; the ones who owe money aren't the ones in charge.

"Ten million?" Old Meng was stunned, looking at Xue Nuo in disbelief. He knew that Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo's businesses were worth more than three hundred million, and they gave Fang Zong a third of that ten million?

Fang Zong's trump card... is really deep!

Without hesitation, the old man patted his chest and declared with righteous indignation, "I'll pay!"

"No way!" Fang Zong refused decisively.

In the past, he would have definitely gotten rid of the debt, but Li Xiaoran just said very seriously that it's best not to make this request in terms of money.

They only had one question: Is owing money to the Ghost Slayers considered owing them money?

Fang Zong thought it made sense, so he pointed to the screen and said, "For this mission, we need 20 million."

Old Meng suddenly became anxious and said with disappointment, "Xiao Zong, you are a military general of our country and the protector of the people!"

Fang Zong humbly accepted the offer and continued, "Twenty-five million."

"One million!"

Thirty million.

"Three million at most!" Old Meng's eyes reddened, his back hunched, and he grabbed Li Xiaoran's hand: "Xiaoran, you have to persuade Xiao Zong. He's asking for too much. Our operation funds are all taxpayers' money, our hard-earned money!"

Li Xiaoran was very surprised and pointed at Fang Zong: "Teammate."

Meng Laode: "..."

He glanced at Li Xiaoran, who looked completely at ease, and then at Xue Nuo, who was nonchalantly licking her ice cream. Suddenly, he had a 'fantasy'—

The Demon Slayer Corps's beloved daughter, has been thrown away.