The hot spring pool was also built in an antique style, and because it was a newly developed tourist area, there was no one inside, so Fang Zong got to enjoy having the pool all to himself.
The pool is surrounded by one-way glass, not facing the buildings, but rather the mountains. Soaking in the hot springs here is truly a perfect experience. From inside the glass, there are almost no obstructions to the view.
The water was also very clear, and you could see the bottom of the pebbles; there was no turbidity at all.
Fang Zong put his laptop aside, ordered another drink, took a sip, and then sank into the drink with satisfaction.
Luckily, no waiter was watching, otherwise, his antics would have scared someone to death.
"Ah, that feels so good!" Half an hour later, Fang Zong let out a long sigh while blowing bubbles. "Now this is what a vacation should be like."
He came out of the water, walked to the edge of the pool, thought for a moment, and then opened his laptop.
The wireless network was directly connected. Fang Zong opened the communication software, entered the password, and then the communication software icon lit up.
There are some relatives, friends, and classmates in the profile picture. Five people's profile pictures are pinned to the top: the parents, Sophia, and teammates Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo.
He set his parents to the top of the chat himself. As for Sophia, well, that goes without saying. And his two teammates are there to handle emergencies.
Of course, people usually make phone calls directly, and it's almost impossible for the phone line to go through while the internet connection is still working.
Fang Zong scrolled through the messages for a few minutes and laughed: "Why don't I have any special groups? If Yin Yang Road and Yellow Spring Valley won't accept me, how about I join the Nine Heavens Rebirth group?"
As he was thinking, suddenly, a rapid "beep beep beep!" sounded, indicating that he had received an email.
Fang Zong rarely uses QQ friend emails. He glanced at the bottom right corner of the screen and saw that the email was from Zhao Yong, a high school classmate he hadn't seen in a long time.
"My account got hacked? Otherwise, why would they email me? I rarely use it." Fang Zong muttered to himself in surprise, but still clicked on it.
Immediately, a new email caught his eye—"My forever baby."
My damn precious account! It's been hacked, it must have been hacked, right?
Zhao Yong is a man, and Fang Zong doesn't think that the other party has developed a strange hobby. Even if he has, he would never do it to him!
I was too lazy to look at it anymore, so I was about to close my email when suddenly a huge image filled the entire screen.
The image was huge, so huge that Fang Zong even thought his laptop had been infected with a virus.
Upon closer inspection, however, it doesn't seem like it.
The picture shows a butcher's knife; it is shiny, cool, and clean.
But the background is stained with blood, just like this butcher's knife, which has drunk blood and carried countless lives on its hands, yet it has licked the blood sacrifice clean, and looks somewhat like a gentleman.
"What kind of stupid email is this?" Fang Zong was speechless.
Is this a threat? Have I offended Zhao Yong?
Fang Zong decisively moved the mouse, intending to click the "X", but suddenly, the image began to change.
Like a vortex, it swallowed everything from the edges of the screen to the very center, and then turned into bloody text.
Then a childish voice rang out with a smile: "Now, you must really want to know who I am. I won't let you know, because if you find out, the consequences will be unimaginable."
"You must also be curious about... how you will die. I can tell you that, but you have to answer three questions for me to get the answers."
Please answer the first question: What does one plus one equal?
Fang Zong: "..."
At this point, Fang Zong no longer considered it a joke or a threat.
A sinister aura emanated from the screen, very gloomy and mysterious. Although the aura was faint, Fang Zong felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
During the time of Prince Ning, people used cell phones.
This ghost imitated it and used a computer.
When did ghosts become more adept at handling signal input and output than humans, such as computers and mobile phones?
Is this ghost a big boss like Prince Ning?
Fang Zong pursed his lips and replied, "Two!"
"Very good, now let's move on to the second question. What is two minus one?"
Fang Zong: "..."
The world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be!
Many people lament that in this day and age, there are sayings like "You old rascal, you're so wicked" and "The deepest path is always one of tricks." Even with close friends and family, people will try to outsmart them and play tricks.
However, these days even ghosts are being played with!
One plus one equals what? It's so simple!
Two minus one equals what? It's so easy!
Then, are we going to ask, "How many stars are there in the sky?" Or to put it bluntly, "How heavy is your brain? How heavy is your heart?" We don't know. We'll take it out, clean it thoroughly, remove the blood vessels, wash it again, and finally…
Weigh it on the scale!
Simple and easy
So comfortable!
Fang Zong rolled his eyes and said irritably, "One!"
"Great, you got it right again!" The other person's voice grew increasingly childish and mischievous, tinged with a teasing tone: "Now, here comes the most important part. Please send this email to two people you are close to. Note that they must be close to you. Family, friends, classmates, anything is fine, but if they are not close to you, I will ask you the third question in three days."
As soon as the sound faded, the yin energy began to disappear.
Fang Zong decisively raised his finger: "Fuck you, you old mum!"
Ghosts are things that appear without a trace and disappear without a trace.
You really can't do anything about them until they're actually standing right in front of you and starting to confront you.
Fang Zong closed his laptop, thought for a moment, picked up his phone, and prepared to call Zhao Yong to ask him something.
Then I froze.
He did not have Zhao Yong's phone number.
Well, actually, high school classmates vary in closeness. The really close ones are like brothers, helping each other with everything, but the less close ones are just someone you'd bump into on the street and say, "Oh, old classmate!"
Zhao Yong was Fang Zong's "ouch".
Just then, his phone rang. The caller ID showed an unknown number. Fang Zong answered the call, and a cautious voice came from the other end:
"Fang Zong?"
"It's me." I didn't recognize the voice, but I guessed who it was.
Fang Zong snorted, "Zhao Yong?"
"Hey, it's me! Long time no see, old classmate. I heard you've become a military general. Congratulations! You're amazing! I could tell you were different back in high school. You're a true hero!"
Zhao Yong launched into a string of flattery, saying enthusiastically, "That's why I encountered a ghost, but I didn't call the police; I told you first. I know you're a military general, so slapping such a little ghost to death would be a merit, wouldn't it? No need to thank me. When we return to Shancheng, I'll treat you to drinks. It's not easy for us to be classmates among billions of people in the Eastern Kingdom; we should continue this bond! I'll treat you to drinks!"
"Hehe." Fang Zong laughed.
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