"In no mood."
Fang Zong resolutely refused.
I subconsciously took another sip of the cocktail. It was very strong, and when I looked up, my eyes were a little red.
Zhao Changle's expression turned very serious. From the very beginning, he knew that Fang Zong was highly wary of ghosts. Although he was a spirit ghost, this was Fang Zong's home.
He also got involved with the Yin-Yang Road, and if he's not careful, the tacit understanding he's barely established will collapse.
What awaited him was Fang Zong's unfathomable depths; he still hadn't been able to figure out Fang Zong's true intentions.
"Hiss..." Zhao Changle gasped.
Like the gentle song of a nightingale, melodious and alluring, it evokes the imagination.
The male and female patrons of the bar were excited, unaware that this alluring woman might, at any moment, have a long knife stuck in her head.
Decoration, embellishment.
It should look pretty good.
Fang Zong smiled.
Zhao Changle's lips twitched.
“Fang Zong,” Zhao Changle adjusted his words, unable to hold back, his voice tinged with resentment, “that brat named Laura is quite capable, transferring the ghostly coordinates of the Flash Whale from a person to itself. This surprises me greatly. Is little Laura a spirit ghost? How could she sacrifice herself for others?”
"Hehe." Fang Zong only replied with two words.
"Uncle and Aunt are not in danger. If they were, even if I hadn't fully absorbed the power and even if forcing my way out would result in serious injury, I would still do it. I'm not stupid. It's just a Flash Whale; it can't kill me. But as for you, well..."
A human and a ghost chuckled together.
Fang Zong looked at Zhao Changle and slowly drank his wine.
He finished his drink, left a hundred yuan, and turned to leave.
Zhao Changle shouted from behind, "I have news about the Flash Whale, don't you want to know?"
Fang Zong glanced back at him: "You've already given me the name, so you must be a ghost from the Yin-Yang Road. As for anything else, do I need you to tell me all this in such a mysterious way?"
Zhao Changle: "..."
"I don't want your favor!" Unable to pique Fang Zong's curiosity, Zhao Changle had no choice but to state her terms directly.
"Then speak," Fang Zong said with a smile.
Zhao Changle said fiercely, "It's still in Shancheng, in Xinglong Town, a county to the east."
"Then?"
"Kill it!" Zhao Changle said viciously.
Zhao Changle always thought that it was best to stockpile grain and delay declaring himself king.
Shancheng is Fang Zong's hometown, it's so peaceful, it's the best place for him. That bastard Shanjing doesn't go anywhere else, he just comes to Shancheng to cause trouble, does he think he's living too comfortably?
Kill him.
They must be killed!
Fang Zong smiled and nodded, expressing his delight at the infighting within the Yin-Yang Path.
Back at the clinic, Fang Zong saw Xiao Hun Nu. He reached out his hand, and Xiao Hun Nu obediently brought her head closer.
Having escaped being 'touched' twice, the little soul slave was noticeably more relaxed.
"You've gained quite a bit of benefit, haven't you?" Fang Zong asked.
The little soul slave was startled, but still obediently nodded.
This time, I thought I would be seriously injured at least, but I ended up getting a great benefit instead.
She couldn't deny it, nor did she dare to deny it; she nodded her little head like a nodding worm.
Fang Zong thought for a moment, then took out the remaining wisp of evil spirit energy, pinched it like a needle, and fed it little by little into the little soul slave's mouth.
It gives off a feeling of a loving father and a filial daughter.
Fang Zong looked at the little soul slave. This time, the little soul slave had benefited, which was truly an unexpected turn of events.
Someone in the card room was being haunted by a ghost, which was a minor matter and didn't affect their own home. The little soul slave took the initiative to guide the ghost's energy to her and then ran to the outskirts of Shancheng, which could be considered keeping the enemy outside the country's borders.
It's surprising that the little soul slave would take the initiative to help him.
However, Fang Zong did not hesitate.
Whether it was out of initiative to help or out of fear that he would settle scores when he returned, the little soul slave had done a good job, and good deeds should be rewarded.
A wisp of malevolent energy emanated from him, and Fang Zong was not stingy with it.
Lin Qiaoyu emerged from the wall, wiping an ordinary longsword. She glanced at Fang Zong and said, "I'm part of the Ghost Killing Team. We'll use Lara as bait to trap that ghost, one of its avatars. However, Lara only absorbed less than 20% of the ghost's power, so be careful."
"Understood, you'll watch the house." Fang Zong smiled.
Lin Qiaoyu paused for a moment, then continued succinctly, "The spirit is Zhao Changle."
"I understand. Honesty makes us friends. Dishonesty means death." Fang Zong still smiled.
"Are you copying me?" Lin Qiaoyu rolled her eyes, a rare expression on her face, and she looked quite good at it.
Fang Zong chuckled.
Next, Lin Qiaoyu prepared dinner, while Fang Zong ate and took out his phone to look at information about Xinglong Town.
Fang Zong soon discovered that this was just an ordinary small town with some local delicacies, such as grilled fish in iron boxes, and some exaggerated tourist attractions. To put it bluntly, it was just a place with mountains and rivers that could be found everywhere.
Perhaps the ghosts hid there because they saw the ordinary nature of the place.
Fang Zong put away his phone and stood up: "I'm done eating, you guys take your time."
Lin Qiaoyu nodded slightly, taking small bites as she continued to eat the small, palm-sized ghost in her hand, very ladylike.
Laura, the doll-like soul slave, was still immersed in the nourishment of the demonic aura, yet she still jumped up: "Master, I'm done eating too~!"
Fang Zong ignored her and walked out of the clinic, with Xiao Hunnu bowing and scraping as he saw him off at the door.
Turning left after exiting the gate, Fang Zong arrived at an SUV.
Unlike America, where guns were once rampant, the vehicle the Ghostbusters provided him with was not a bulletproof, streamlined sports car, but a specially made off-road vehicle.
The SUV started up, its engines roaring. Fang Zong no longer needed to familiarize himself with it; with his reaction speed, even if the SUV went out of control and hit someone, he could jump out and stop it.
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