The Ten Great Yin Sites are merely empty names.

People always like to exaggerate things, making people wonder why there are so many extraordinary people and events around them, and making them wonder why others always seem so knowledgeable and amazing.

Flying in the sky, Fang Zong's thoughts suddenly turned into philosophical ideas.

Then, decisively, he raised his middle finger and yelled, "Fuck you!"

I ran to three dark places, but found nothing. No, there were a few ghosts with level two or three magic levels, but does that count as 'having' anything?

Anyone below the skill level is nothing but trash to him, easily defeated.

Holding a long sword, he smashed through the tree canopy and fell straight down. Fang Zong looked around and laughed, "This place is quite interesting."

Tiger Overlord flew over from the side: "Meow, the atmosphere is pretty good."

This is a twisted bend, like the neck of a dragon or a snake.

The eerie road was long and winding, with trees and grass on both sides, or stone walls. There wasn't a single streetlamp along the long road, and the tree branches completely blocked out the sky, not letting in a single ray of moonlight.

It's pitch black, and the dismemberment cases and bizarre car accidents that have happened on this road in recent years have made it even more terrifying. Walking on this road at night can be terrifying.

Fang Zong smiled and took out his phone in the dark, but not for lighting.

He was looking at the information provided by the Ten Gates City Ghost Killing Team. There wasn't much to see; it was just some dismemberment cases, root-severing cases, bizarre car accidents, and the like. Apart from the gore, there wasn't much else to see.

"Hmm, so beautiful..." someone suddenly said.

Hu Batian yawned, looking boredly at the mangled head on Fang Zong's shoulder.

This guy came over as soon as Fang Zong landed, hovering in the distance. He was afraid of the demonic aura on Fang Zong's body, but he couldn't resist his longing for the living, so he quietly came up behind Fang Zong.

"In this guy's eyes, what we see must be a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, right?"

Fang Zong glanced at the bloody dismemberment photos again.

Without turning his head, the slightly higher temperature of the true yang energy naturally emanating from his body burned the other party into a pale blue torch emitting phosphorescence.

"Life is truly as brilliant as summer flowers," Fang Zong said, blowing away the phosphorescence with a sigh and a touch of melancholy.

Tiger Tyrant's cat eyes gleamed in the darkness: "Who's wasting money? I, Tiger Tyrant, absolutely haven't wasted any money!?"

Fang Zong was speechless: "I meant summer flowers, not random flowers! What I mean is... if I had encountered one of these newly born little devils last year, I wouldn't have had anywhere to run for my life!"

"Huh?" The little yellow cat was a bit confused.

"I only started practicing this year, on the first day of the Lunar New Year."

Fang Zong left those words behind and strode forward along the road.

To be honest, he was really saddened.

I forget what the first day of the lunar calendar is in the Gregorian calendar, but I know it's in February. July isn't over yet, so it's only a little over five months.

In such a short time, he crossed the Pacific Ocean and returned to his homeland. Then he traversed countless mountains and rivers, and many evil spirits, throughout his homeland.

A brilliant life needs no explanation.

Hu Batian: "..."

"o((⊙﹏⊙))o Meow?"

"One, two, three, four, five..."

The little yellow cat raised its paw, trying to calculate how many days Fang Zong had been cultivating. It couldn't count, but it was definitely less than a year! Less than half a year!

He had a touch of sadness in him.

Suddenly I feel like my entire 30-plus years as a cat have been spent living as a dog.

It's still the kind of dog that's really mangy!

"This male cat is heartbroken and needs a female cat... Never mind, which female cat can withstand my power?"

In an instant, Tiger Tyrant became like Ah Q, finding solace in his newfound strength.

With her head held high and chest out, she followed Fang Zong with a haughty cat-like gait.

Beyond Longbozi Road lies Zijin Mountain.

Zijin Mountain, also known as Zhongshan, is surrounded by the mighty Yangtze River, with its surrounding mountains undulating like swimming dragons. Looking at it, one can't help but feel a surge of pride and a rush of blood to one's head.

The saying goes, "Zhongshan is like a dragon coiled, and Shicheng is like a tiger crouching; it is truly the residence of an emperor!"

It's just a grave for the dead -_-||.

Fang Zong headed straight in, covering ten meters with each step, and arrived at a magnificent hall in a hundred steps.

This main hall has no beams, which clearly indicates that it is a yin dwelling in feng shui, an extremely yin place!

Inside the main hall, there are also memorial tablets. I don't know which ancestors are enshrined, but they are definitely heroic spirits. The magnetic field is so strong that the entire hall feels like an ice cellar.

Fang Zong also felt that: let alone midnight or early morning, even in the middle of the day during the sweltering heat, this place would probably be breezy and cool to the point of being unbearably refreshing!

"Oh, it's an honor to have tourists here in the middle of the night!"

Suddenly someone spoke.

With a sharp sound, an oil lamp was lit, and the leaping flame released a pine scent that cleared Fang Zong's mind. It was clearly not an ordinary product, and the level of hospitality was quite high.

The other party was friendly, so Fang Zong didn't take advantage of them. Seeing two armchairs next to him, he sat down without saying a word.

"I am Zhou Wu. I have read a few books. If you are kind enough to call me Old Zhou, then call me a eunuch. If you are not, then call me a eunuch. Guests, please do as you please, and so will I."

Zhou Wu sat down in another armchair and placed the long object in his hand on the table.

Fang Zong glanced at it and almost burst out laughing.

It turned out to be a hunting rifle, the double-barreled kind.

Fang Zong laughed and asked, "Are there still eunuchs these days?"

What do you think?

Zhou Wu placed his hand on the double-barreled shotgun.

It was a hand covered in wrinkles and age spots, which looked a bit disgusting, but it was also full of the marks of time.

Fang Zong looked the other person up and down and found that although the other person was very thin, he was very energetic. The front half of his head was shaved clean, and the back half of his white hair was tied up with strands of hair woven with gold thread.

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