Back in the apartment, Fang Zong enjoyed a delicious bowl of shark fin and bird's nest porridge, patted the little girl, and then lay down on a lounge chair on the lawn in the yard.

It's the same familiar recliner, the same familiar pose.

I lay down, took out my phone, opened medical information, and it was another familiar, leisurely afternoon.

As for the FBI, to hell with it all...

"Holy crap, this is unbelievable!"

Suddenly, Fang Zong jumped up.

Something seemed to have appeared in the yard. Yes, something definitely had appeared! Fang Zong saw a lion lying on the lawn. It had a majestic body, sharp claws, and large fangs. It was definitely a real lion!

"Roar!" The lion opened its mouth at him.

Without saying a word, Fang Zong grabbed the lion's mane and began to strangle it.

Lux is quick on her feet. This big male lion must be the pet Lux sent by someone. I never thought that one day I would have the feeling of being an Arabian tycoon.

Wait, didn't I already refuse?

The enormous lion continued to roar, but unfortunately, Fang Zong's arm was as unyielding as an iron clamp.

So, "Awoo" turned into "Woowoo".

In the apartment, Sophia hadn't returned yet, and Yang Xiaoliu was nowhere to be seen. Lin Qiaoyu was observing the little soul slave, wondering when she could eat him. Meanwhile, the little soul slave kept wiping the clean floor until it shone even brighter.

Everything is normal.

Fang Zong shut down the computer, pressed Jiu Mei, who was yelling "Teemo must die," back down, and then got into the FBI's car after leaving the house.

Then head straight to the city center.

The city center has been cleared out. The lights of the high-rise buildings are still on, illuminating the night sky, but there is no one there.

There are reasons for evacuating people, of course, but saying it's just an exercise is fine. From the FBI's perspective, it doesn't count as anything.

In the central square, Peter saw Fang Zong and called out, "Hey, Fang, you should go to Section D. The wounded will be sent there, and it's absolutely safe."

Fang Zong was speechless. He preferred to stay on the front lines, where he could take the time to touch some good ghosts if they came.

Suddenly, he looked to Peter's right.

There was a newly built platform there, with a bowl casually placed on it.

It looks old, rough and worn, and Fang Zong has a feeling that this thing is not quite the same.

Keep walking forward, one step, two steps, three steps!

Upon reaching within ten meters, Fang Zong suddenly froze.

Because he sensed a power, a power that was almost equivalent to a whole mass of evil spirit energy.

Inside the old bowl, there was a whole mass of evil spirit energy!

"Fang, you like this?"

Peter chuckled, “This is an antique with some special powers, called Yin Rice. It can gather ghost energy and attract ghosts, so it can be considered a kind of treasure. Although it’s quite old and worth some money, if you like it, I’ll leave it to you for safekeeping.”

Fang Zong's eyes lit up instantly, gathering ghostly energy.

This has already gathered a whole mass of evil spirit energy!

With the addition of the two clusters of Yin-Cun Wood, the Qi of a certain person can rise to another level!

Fang Zong nodded and said, "I really do like it."

“Take it if you like it after you’ve used it.” Peter was very generous as he chatted with Fang Zong.

It turns out that this bowl, oh, it's called Yin Rice, was found inside a mummy. It's very old, and after the resurgence of ghostly energy, it began to possess special powers.

Such things are not uncommon, especially in the United States, which has a wealth of historical artifacts.

"Can you make more?" Fang Zong asked.

Peter frowned: "Fang, each city has been allocated one of these things to attract ghosts and then annihilate them. If you want more, you'll have to wait until I get promoted again."

"Alright then." Fang Zong nodded, and also wished Peter a successful career.

Peter then promised, "If I can really take another step up, I'll hand San Francisco over to you!"

Upon hearing this, Lux's beautiful blue eyes suddenly turned green, glowing eerily like a ghost.

"Get out!" Fang Zong was speechless.

Fang Zong didn't leave, and Peter didn't chase him away. He clenched his fists, seemingly unintentionally bringing Fang Zong into his protective range.

Meanwhile, hundreds of ability users were lying in ambush all around, and they had also accessed a great deal of authority over the modern weapons.

but!

Half an hour later, everything was normal;

Two hours later, everything was still normal.

The surrounding lights remained unchanged, and there was neither cold nor a chilly wind.

It seems the world is still the same as before the resurgence of evil spirits, and all the demons and monsters are just paper tigers.

Peter's face darkened, and he yelled into the headset, "What's the situation with the San Francisco building?"

The other party replied, "Everything is normal."

"I mean, the ghost detection equipment! Damn it, it hasn't attracted a single ghost here. Don't tell me the ghost detection is still working properly throughout the city. There are still plenty of ghosts in the whole city!"

"But really, everything is perfectly normal!"

The person on the other end of the call almost cried.

Peter's face remained dark.

Three hours later, everything was still normal. Peter stopped getting angry and sat there with eyes so deep that Fang Zong felt a chill.

Dark Spider-Man no longer resorts to violence, but instead uses his intelligence to get to the bottom of things!

By the fourth hour, the sky was beginning to lighten, and Peter suddenly said in a low voice, "Fang, something terrible has happened!"

"Yes, something big has happened." Fang Zong replied casually, bored during the wait.

Something terrible must have happened. I waited all night, but it was all for nothing. I didn't touch anything.

This is a big deal!

Peter shook his head and said, "The people over there in San Francisco say that the surveillance equipment still shows there are many ghosts in the city, but none of them have appeared. The allure of the ghostly food is very strong for them. There must be a highly intelligent ghost that has controlled the others. It's very likely that the ghosts will turn around and hunt us. San Francisco will be in great danger."

"Then what?"

Peter was silent for a moment, then said in a dry voice, "I'll talk to Little University, and your diploma will be mailed to you later. You... go back to the East!"

Fang Zong was stunned.

Peter mentioned some of the intelligent ghosts, and he had even talked to Nine Sister for half an hour, but he pretended to be stupid.

Now, he only has one question...

"The truth?" Fang Zong asked.

Peter nodded solemnly: "The truth is," he paused slightly, then added, "but only temporarily. Fang, you should leave now, lest I regret it later."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zong slapped Peter hard on the shoulder.

Then, without thinking, he stuffed the rice bowl into his arms.

Before long, it was completely light. Peter ordered all personnel to return to the San Francisco building. There was no such thing as leaving get off work or taking a day off; they were put on high alert.

He and Fang Zong turned a corner and found a place to eat.

Neither of them spoke.

After Peter left, Fang Zong sat in the shop and sent a text message: "Peter, what do you think I'll do if you don't let me return to the East?"

Peter started a video call and quietly watched Fang Zong.

Fang Zong was also looking at him.

His expression suddenly turned ferocious.