So cute, so pitiful!

Laura, the Soul Slave, is only one meter tall with a delicate doll-like body. It's incredibly endearing that she's doing such rough work.

Fang Zong felt a bit like he was rubbing little Laura's head, which was so adorable.

I can't help but want to... touch it!

Laura, the Soul Slave, smiled sweetly and said with sparkling eyes, "Master, you haven't had lunch yet, have you? I made this using a recipe from the East that I found online. Would you like to try it?"

This little girl has suddenly become well-behaved?

That's a good sign! ...Perhaps.

Fang Zong's eyes flickered. After thinking for a moment, he picked up a spoon and scooped up a spoonful.

Laura's pupils constricted. Eat, eat! Eat! She was extremely excited, but at this moment, Fang Zong grabbed the rabbit by the neck, pried open its mouth, and stuffed a whole spoonful of eight-treasure porridge into the rabbit's mouth.

Soul Slave Laura: "..."

Three seconds later, the rabbit began to thrash about.

In less than ten seconds, black blood seeped from the corner of the rabbit's mouth and from its bright red eyes, and its whole body began to convulse.

Fang Zong threw the rabbit away, looked at Xiao Hun Nu with a smile, propped his chin on his arm, and tapped the table casually with his other hand.

This adorable little thing should be flattened, rolled into a ball, flattened again, rolled into a ball again, and finally ground into crumbs!

However, if it's only directed at oneself, it's not unforgivable.

You must forgive her, reward her, give her freedom, and send her to the Western Paradise whenever you have the chance. Stop raising soul slaves and start raising ghost dolls instead.

Fang Zong was very generous; he reached out his hand and touched it.

Being stroked on the head should feel like a nice sensation, but Fang Zong had her in his arms, and the little soul slave fell to the ground with a thud, her body trembling.

It was the sound of a thread snapping.

"Dingdang, you've sensed the little soul slave's ghostly aura. Ghostly aura +1!"

"Double kill! Touched the little soul slave's ghost energy, ghost energy +1!"

"Triblekill! You've gone on a killing spree! You've touched the little soul slave's ghost energy, the ghost energy has merged, and your yang energy has increased by 1!"

Fang Zong's Yang energy had already become a technique, but merging with another Yang energy had improved it somewhat, but unfortunately, it didn't produce any skills. Fang Zong still wanted to improve his original technique.

However, if it uses its skill, the little soul slave will die.

She's lucky!

If he's not dead, he's not dead. We can keep him for later use, since he's something useful for our own special techniques.

Just then, the screen beeped. Fang Zong pointed to the ceiling, and the little girl obediently got up, her big eyes filled with tears, and went upstairs to mop the floor, wash clothes, and clean the room for Fang Zong.

Not long after the screen lit up, more than a dozen screens lit up in segments.

They were all high-ranking officials from the FBI in San Francisco. Peter's screen was the largest, located in the very center.

“Hey, Fang!” Peter greeted Fang first.

Then, with a serious expression, he began to lecture everyone.

In general corporate meetings, the beginning is often filled with some uninformative content, but the FBI is a hands-on department, and from the start of the meeting, they deliver valuable information.

However, Fang Zong listened only half-heartedly.

The poison that Little Soul Slave used on himself appeared to be a neurotoxic venom. If he wasn't mistaken, it should have come from a nearby exotic pet shop, a mixture of venom from many different neurotoxic snakes, which would kill instantly upon contact with blood.

This was a minor matter, but Fang Zong was on guard. However, he suddenly thought of a terrible event that could cause widespread panic!

Fang Zong thought to himself, "These ghosts seem to be smarter than those in novels and movies?"

Ninth Sister: ...Stop talking nonsense!

Fang Zong thought to himself, "In novels and movies, whether it's ghosts or monsters, compared to intelligent creatures, they're more like ferocious beasts with sharper claws. They only bite people with their teeth and scratch people with their claws. The smarter ones at most use tables, chairs, bricks, and folding stools—the ten most powerful weapons in folklore. I've never seen them poison anything."

Ninth Sister was speechless: "And then?"

"And then?" Fang Zong narrowed his eyes: "They seem really smart. With their intelligence and power, it's not as simple as just getting poison. Even if they can't get nuclear or hydrogen bombs, getting some thermobaric weapons would be enough to cause trouble. I don't know how effective these weapons are to them, but they'll definitely be very effective against humans. Even if they launch suicidal attacks, they'll still make a fortune!"

Upon hearing this, Ninth Sister suddenly widened her eyes and gasped.

Fang Zong: ...Looks like I was right?

Holy crap! They really are all highly intelligent!

It's not that I don't understand, it's just that the world is changing too fast.

This world is getting more and more exciting!

Thinking of this, Fang Zong couldn't sit still. Even during the meeting, he made an excuse to go out and call home, only to hear that everything was alright.

At the same time, I also called the school to ask about mailing my graduation certificate.

He doesn't want to graduate; he wants to return to China as soon as possible!

You have to swim back!

While parents are alive, one should not travel far. Even if one is to be a great man who serves the country and its people, one must first protect the parents who gave birth to and raised me!

When they returned, the meeting had just ended. Luke and several senior agents gave Fang Zong a deep look, not daring to find fault. Lux, on the other hand, smiled at Fang Zong and clearly had no objection to his leaving halfway through the meeting.

Fang Zong watched the screen go out, pursed his lips, and prepared to confront Peter.

No matter what, he has to go back to China first!

Suddenly, the elevator beeped, the doors opened, and Peter's somewhat arrogant smile appeared.

"Damn it!" Fang Zong was speechless.

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