Fang Zong stared at Linglongzi;
Linglongzi also stared at Fang Zong pleadingly.
At this moment, Fang Zong smiled, but his eyes seemed to be burning with fiery red will-o'-the-wisps.
The flames were blazing, but the frequency and arc of their leaps truly resembled the eerie blue will-o'-the-wisps of a midnight graveyard, filled with the aura of utter death.
This further convinced Linglongzi of Fang Zong's identity, and she wailed, "Your Highness, no! My ancestors have long heard of the renown of your Yin-Yang Path and have wanted to join for a long time. We are our own ghosts, it's not worth it for a mere spirit..."
"Swoosh!" Fang Zong pulled hard again and ripped Linglongzi's arm off.
"I'm a ghost myself, I'm a ghost myself!"
"Swoosh!" His other arm was also torn off.
Linglongzi jumped up to run away, but Fang Zong moved his toes and actually arrived first. He turned around and faced Linglongzi, pressed his palm down on Linglongzi's head and rubbed it several times, turning Linglongzi into a pungent, rotten fumes.
He wasn't even in the mood to touch it anymore. If anyone dared to touch his ghost, he'd just destroy it!
The three little devils who carried Lin Qiaoyu down were terrified and wanted to run away, but they found that they were surrounded by flames.
It was an extremely masculine aura ignited by the three fires within the human body, a flame even more terrifying and surging. They dared not touch it, staring at Fang Zong and trembling.
Damn it, is this the kind of flame a living person should have?
That's a thousand times worse!
Now that the ghostly energy has revived, they can swallow even the three fires emanating from a living person whole.
But Fang Zong's anger made them tremble and feel uneasy just by looking at it!
Fang Zong then walked to Lin Qiaoyu's side, pulled over a bamboo cage, and checked Lin Qiaoyu's injuries.
Lin Qiaoyu has all four limbs intact.
This is normal, because even if a ghost's hands and feet are eaten, they can still grow back.
But if someone is eaten too many times, like Lin Qiaoyu, they will be close to collapse and not far from death.
“Something happened back home, why didn’t you wait for me to come back?” Fang Zong took out the Yin Cunmu.
"You're busy, I didn't want to bother you."
Lin Qiaoyu gave a bitter smile, her pale face turning even whiter. Fang Zong had never seen Lin Qiaoyu with such an expression before; he had always thought she was a spirit obsessed with fame.
"Could you... let those three go?" Lin Qiaoyu asked weakly.
Fang Zong shook his head.
Lin Qiaoyu was silent for a moment, then said, "You just killed my grandmaster uncle."
“He is no longer your grandmaster uncle. You should understand that when a person dies and becomes a ghost, it has nothing to do with when they were alive.”
Fang Zong didn't care at all, and carefully stuffed Lin Qiaoyu into the Yin Cunmu little by little.
The Yin-preserving wood and the Yin-containing bottle are two items Fang Zong uses to preserve ghostly energy.
The Yin-absorbing bottle is of a lower level; if a living ghost is stuffed into it, it will die instantly. The Yin-preserving wood is of a higher level, but Lin Qiaoyu's injuries are too severe; if she is not careful, she will also perish if she is stuffed into it.
So, a little time was wasted.
As she was being stuffed in, Lin Qiaoyu kept staring at Fang Zong with pleading eyes.
Even when stuffed inside, he still stared intently at Fang Zong's face through the Yin Cun Mu, his eyes unblinking.
"Looking at me won't help!"
Fang Zong thought for a moment, but still didn't put Yin Cunmu in his pocket. He took off his coat, leaving only his shirt, and used the coat sleeve to tie Yin Cunmu to his arm: "If you want to see it, then see it, but I guarantee that Dongcheng Mountain will be wiped out sooner or later."
As he spoke, Fang Zong looked towards a higher point on Dongcheng Mountain.
From the outside, the entire Dongcheng Mountain is shrouded in thick mist, but once inside, you can see a Taoist temple on the mountainside, bustling with people and brightly lit.
This is no longer the realm of the human world, but the world of ghosts.
In layman's terms, it's the realm of ghosts and demons.
The realm of ghosts varies in size.
The legendary underworld, with its ten Yama kings and eighteen levels of hell, is the largest of all that Fang Zong could not even imagine.
Dongcheng Mountain is still small, only at the level of a village, but that iron ghost clearly possesses the ability to separate Yin and Yang, rule over a region, and establish its own kingdom.
Iron Demon absorbs the power of all the demons within its territory, just like collecting taxes, constantly strengthening itself. Then, villages become towns, towns become counties, counties become cities, cities become provinces, until finally, it becomes a country of its own!
This is a very long process, but if he succeeds, people will be ruled by demons!
Fang Zong didn't believe that the other party would be as impartial and incorruptible as Yama, the King of Hell...
"Speaking of which, Yama, the King of Hell, isn't necessarily truly impartial. In myths and legends, the Jade Emperor from Heaven is also sitting on the head of the underworld."
Fang Zong chuckled softly, and with a wave of his hand, he grabbed the three little devils.
"Dingdang! Poor summoner, your luck is just too bad! You only got +1 Ghostly Aura!"
"Double kill! Poor summoner got a double hit with bad luck, only to draw +1 Ghostly Aura!"
After only two touches, the two little devils were instantly killed, and all that was obtained was a tiny bit of ghost energy, equivalent to a tiny amount of fuel.
Fang Zong wasn't surprised. The other party was just a gatekeeper, too weak. He casually patted the third one's head.
"He's my martial uncle!" Lin Qiaoyu said pitifully, her tone even showing emotion.
This was the first time Fang Zong had noticed Lin Qiaoyu's emotional state. He nodded solemnly, "I understand. She's your martial aunt, so I'll be gentler."
"Be gentler?" Lin Qiaoyu sensed something was wrong.
Then she saw Fang Zong very gently lift up the little devil's hand and shake hands with him.
"Hello, hello. I'm sorry to have come without a gift. Let's shake hands." He spoke very politely.
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