"The bouncy ball is so cute; it bounces up with just a gentle tap."
You clap once, I clap twice, let's all have a good laugh!
Fang Zong said: This is the correct way to play with underage ghosts!
So these kids are so clever, huh? So the post-2010 generation is awesome, huh? Fang Zong, representing the post-80s, post-90s, and post-00s generations, strongly condemns the unruly and immoral behavior of these post-2010 kids!
Whether you're from the 80s, 90s, or 00s generation,
When it comes to encountering ghost dolls, we're all brothers, we're all comrades!
They're all on the same level!
You should... bounce the ball!
"Uncle, come play with me! Let's bounce the ball." Fang Zong still remembered what the ghost children he encountered in novels and movies were like.
So innocent, so adorable, carrying a flowery ball, she warmly and cheerfully invited people to come and play.
Although you'll soon find out that the polka ball is actually someone's head, isn't that what makes the scene feel familiar?
Wow, you kids born after 2010 are amazing! Playing computer games 1 and 0?
One plus one... equals... three fingers?
I'll slap you to death, you bastard!
"That adorable ball bounces so easily with just a gentle tap!"
Fang Zong forgot how to sing the nursery rhyme, so he simply picked a random tune and slapped the ghost child on the forehead. "Bang!" The ghost child was imprinted on the floor.
If you pull it up again, it will leave a mark on your boyish face.
"Triblekill! Congratulations to the Summoner for finding the Ghost Child who died overnight, Ghost Aura +1!"
"You've gone on a killing spree! Congratulations, Summoner, for finding the All-Night Death Ghost Child, gaining +1 Physical Resistance, and assimilating it into the Ironclad Silver Armor Technique. Ironclad Silver Armor now gains +1 Power Dissipation attribute!"
"You're close to going berserk! Congratulations, Summoner, you've obtained +1 Physical Resistance and +1 Energy Dissipation from Iron Armor. Your current level is Level 2!"
"You are now unstoppable! Congratulations, Summoner, for obtaining +1 to the Power Drain attribute, bringing your Power Drain attribute to 3. You have achieved a breakthrough in your cultivation method and are now destined for unparalleled power!"
"Congratulations! Summoner, you have obtained the higher-level technique Ironclad Silver Armor (Demon). The level is inherited, and the current level is Level 2!"
Something new has come out?
This was the first time Fang Zong had obtained a higher-level technique. It seemed that the Iron Armor Silver Robe technique was fundamentally superior to other techniques, even though it was of a lower level...
He asked Ninth Sister and found that she didn't know the methods for the 'demon' level either, so he looked at the ghost child at his feet.
No, this is definitely a brat!
"You brat who died from staying up all night? You can die from staying up all night too?" Fang Zong slapped the brat on the forehead, then, Dominating Ghost Race, he found the Soul Slave Fragment (Green), picked it up, stuffed it into his pocket, and roared, "Are you trying to kill us? You bastards, you kids from the 2010s are stealing everything!"
"What?" The ghost child burst into tears.
Fang Zong continued to dribble the 'ball':
"You kids born after 2010 wear the best clothes, even the cheapest designer brands are more expensive than our luxury brands!" *smack* Almost godlike, touched the demonic aura +1!
"You kids born after 2010 eat the best food. When I was your age, I would be happy for half a day just eating a popsicle. You guys are picky about what you eat when you eat Häagen-Dazs!"
*Snap!* Surpassed God! Bad luck, touched ghost energy +1!
"You kids born in the 2010s live in the best houses, everything is the best, and now you're even competing with us for the chance to die from overwork? Don't you know that dying from overwork is a privilege of those born in the 80s, 90s, and 00s!"
*Smack!* Ten consecutive kills, godlike streak, even more unlucky, touched the Yin energy +1!
Even the ghost child couldn't cry anymore.
Please stop hitting me! Spare me, I beg you! You've already turned me into a little devil!
As for talking about dying from staying up all night, do you think I want that? You guys born in the 80s, 90s, and 00s can keep that kind of thing yourselves, I don't want it either!
It cried, tears welling in its eyes, "Uncle, I was wrong..."
"Big my ass, am I that old?"
Fang Zong stared wide-eyed, and then, more yin energy appeared.
"I was wrong, big brother!" the ghost child immediately changed his tune.
"Screw you! Call me 'little brother'!"
*Smack!* Another one.
Fang Zong thought for a moment, then slapped him several more times: "No, no, my ass! This little brother isn't a lolicon!"
The ghost child: "……………………"
A moment of silence.
He lowered his head and remained silent for a moment.
The ghost child suddenly jumped up and started scratching at Fang Zong: "Fuck you! I'll fight you to the death! I've been dead for decades! You should call me grandpa!"
Fang Zong was stunned for a moment.
If that's the case, am I wrongly accusing the good kids born after 2010?
I'm sorry.
Without saying a word, Fang Zong pressed down on the devil child and stomped on him.
You've wronged me and made me accuse a good kid born after 2010. You're guilty of a terrible sin!
Go to hell!
Sitting on the bed, making the soft hotel bed look like a swimming pool, Fatty Zheng stared blankly at Fang Zong kicking the ghost.
That's all?
Is it really all cleaned up?
It's like beating a child! You kicked the Beihai Kindergarten?
So, he was scared for several days and cried buckets of tears. Wasn't that a miscarriage of justice?
He even said that if he couldn't beat it, he would grab the ghost's leg and let Fang Zong run away first. Isn't that pretentious?
Staring at Fang Zong, Fatty Zheng gritted his teeth, suddenly stood up, and bounced around on the bed, using the springiness of the Simmons mattress to shout, "Get out of the way, I'll do it!"
Fang Zong glanced at it, then turned and avoided it.
Immediately afterwards, the 400-pound fat man jumped high into the air, then landed, his big buttocks slamming into the face of the ghost who had been completely reduced to a little devil.
The flesh rippled outwards, and the entire hotel was shaken.
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