Fang Zong smiled, went to the kitchen first, then left the house and returned to the lakeside where he had been.

“I’m not lying to you, you’re already dead.” Hunter’s face was full of sincerity.

“I believe you,” Fang Zong replied earnestly. “Therefore, I will take my revenge.”

"Revenge?" Hunter was stunned.

"That's right, we'll whip your corpse, take advantage of your wife's youth, and burn down your house!"

As soon as Fang Zong spoke, Hunter's face changed immediately, turning a deathly green with a hint of ashen blue.

He saw that behind Fang Zong, in his own house, there was a loud bang, the gas exploded, and a huge fire broke out.

The lakeside was quite damp, so thick, black smoke billowed up and soared into the sky.

Half a minute later, flames roared.

Half an hour later, black smoke billowed everywhere.

About two hours later, during which time Hunter's face grew increasingly green, Fang Zong felt that it was almost as green as Hunter's particularly handsome and unique hat.

"What a huge fire!" Fang Zong said with satisfaction.

“Hmm.” Hunter nodded with a dark expression.

“Wow, that’s a huge plume of smoke! You must have seen it all over San Francisco!” Fang Zong asked again.

This time, Hunter didn't even want to give a proper "hmm".

Fang Zong looked at Hunter sincerely and asked again, "Then why hasn't there been a fire alarm? It's been so long, and we haven't even heard the sound of a fire truck?"

Hunter: ...I don't care what you say!

Maintaining the illusion was too taxing, and for some reason, his power was constantly diminishing.

With this ebb and flow, let him produce a huge number of fire trucks and firefighters, each with their own characteristics, language, tone, and manner of speaking... Do you think I'm a god?!

Suddenly, Hunter disappeared.

Then, Fang Zong clearly sensed that a pervasive evil power was slowly dissipating. This was the power belonging to Hunter, which dissipated as Hunter left.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Zong heard a cheeky folk song...

"Eight-kill streak, that's powerful, it can kill in one fell swoop! What is an eight-kill streak? I'm launching... eng!"

Fang Zong: "..."

Ninth Sister: "..."

It was still dark, the lake water was icy cold, and shadowy figures loomed in the woods by the lake. The moon was still visible, and it felt like only a short time had passed.

Ninth Sister floated on Fang Zong's forehead, her voice abruptly stopping. She gave an awkward laugh, and then...

"Dingdang, congratulations to the Summoner for unlocking the Green Hat Water Ghost's ability, Diving ability +1!"

"Double kill! Congratulations to the summoner for having bad luck this time, getting +1 Ghostly Aura!"

"Triblekill! Congratulations, Summoner, you've unlocked the Green Hat Water Ghost's ability..."

Ninth Sister opened her small mouth, and a series of tinkling sounds entered Fang Zong's mind, one after another, like the most melodious music.

Eight times in a row!

It was indeed an eight-kill streak!

Fang Zong silently lifted his eyelids, glanced at Ninth Sister who had turned her head away from him, then turned back and met her eyes, which were a mixture of rage and bewilderment, bewilderment and speechlessness, and speechlessness and fear.

Turning her head slightly, she saw that her hand was actually gripping the arm of the green-hatted water ghost.

"It seems to be a derailment collision that occurred before I entered the illusion?"

Fang Zong was immediately delighted.

Ninth Sister changed the subject, reminding her, "When you fainted, you bumped into the water ghost. That unlucky guy... well, just three minutes later, you also fainted, so you were only passively touched eight times."

"Understood!" Fang Zong replied, pressing his fingers harder and touching again!

"Dingdang, nine kills and godlike streak! Congratulations to the Summoner for the lucky critical hit, getting one of the Green Hat Water Ghost shards (Dark Green)!"

In an instant, the green-hatted water ghost's aura diminished considerably.

Green Hat Water Ghost: "..."

This guy is definitely not human!

You touched me for a little while, and my strength dropped by more than a third!

Run!

With Fang Zong holding his arm, the green-hatted water ghost, also known as Hunter, whose rotting face, covered in corpse oil, was all squeezed together, suddenly let out a howl, and an identical phantom appeared above his head.

Some ghosts only have a physical form, such as the Ghost Pagoda.

Some only have an ethereal form, such as the Ghost Swordsman.

The green-hatted water ghost was no ordinary creature; it possessed both a physical form and an ethereal one. Unable to escape Fang Zong's grasp, he decided to discard the corpse altogether and break free of the ghost's ethereal form to make his escape.

Did I let you run away?

Fang Zong panicked.

I can't run away! My strength has increased so much in just a short time. I'm not a landlubber anymore. If I can get all three fragments, this will be a water-based ability extraction machine!

Instinctively, Fang Zong's other hand lashed out at the top of the green-hatted water ghost's head.

You bastard! Don't run away! I'll make sure you don't get cuckolded!

Fang Zong was incredibly ruthless.

There's absolutely no need to be polite to these harmful ghosts!

The sixth-level sword energy shot out, instantly cleaving a large wound in the corpse. The phantom was also pierced through, but unfortunately, its power was too weak and not very useful. Instead, the energy it accidentally acquired burst into flames, burning the phantom back into the air.

Fang Zong was astonished. Wasn't the Qi of a certain type a method for strengthening the body? It had this other use!

He grabbed the green-hatted water ghost, and with a derailment and impact, returned to the shore.

With a thud, he slammed the green-hatted water ghost to his feet.

Green-hatted water ghost: I'm running!

Fang Zong: I'll burn it!

Green Hat Water Ghost: "..."

After several attempts, the green-hatted water ghost became obedient, lying at Fang Zong's feet and crying without shedding a tear.

He was suffering so much that he couldn't even shed a tear.

Fang Zong took off his suit jacket, leaving only his shirt, and used the jacket to wipe his palms. The green-hatted water ghost was covered in slimy, disgusting, and pungent corpse oil. He had seen many oily corpses before, but this was the first time he had ever touched one directly with his hands.

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