A pitch-black night doesn't necessarily mean tranquility.
Colorful neon lights bloom everywhere. The nights of the 21st century have long been given to the noisy hearts of people, especially in certain places, when certain news comes, they become even more irritable.
The Shancheng Ghost Slayer Team, led by Meng Laode, was dressed in a white brocade Tai Chi robe.
He was holding an antique purple clay teapot, sitting on a grand master's chair, with a jade ornament beside him.
It's fair to say that if any item in the house were broken, an average white-collar worker could never afford to pay for it in their lifetime.
But at that moment, the purple clay teapot shattered, the jade pendant was smashed, and Meng Laode roared into his phone, "Damn it, there's an iron ghost over there!"
"Yes, there is an Iron Ghost. Xiao Zong himself is aware of this."
"Then why aren't you sending anyone?"
With a snap, the antique eight-immortal table was also kicked to pieces by Meng Laode.
On the other end of the phone call, Old Wang rubbed his ears and opened the video page. Meng Laode's image was projected into his room.
Looking around at the various luxury goods, the usually frugal Mr. Wang couldn't help but want to complain. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he met Mr. Meng's narrowed old eyes.
"I know what you're thinking. If you dare to disagree, I'll grab my pipe and spank you. And let me tell you, I've lived for over a hundred years and am about to come over. I have no sons or grandsons. All my life's savings have been wasted on this!"
Old Man Meng was panting heavily, his two-foot-long white eyebrows twitching: "On the other hand, the old man has no sons or grandsons. He finally found a decent young man, and all he thinks about every day is finding secret manuals from various schools and sects, finding ones suitable for him, hoping to train a young man who can shoulder great responsibilities."
"If he dies!"
Suddenly pointing to the bookshelf full of ancient books next to him, Meng Laode angrily said, "Did I waste my time looking for secret manuals? Is there no one to take care of me in my old age? Should I spend some of the energy that keeps me alive to break your bones and boil your damned worm into soup?"
"Huh? Who wants to make my soup?"
Suddenly, a dark figure appeared beside Old Wang.
The shadowy figure revealed its eerie vertical pupils, staring intently at Old Wang's phone. Upon seeing Old Meng, it suddenly shivered.
The top expert, a master of the sixth level of the Arts rank, suddenly shrank his neck and turned into a small snake about half a finger long, shooting into the night sky outside the window.
Meng Laode sneered twice.
Old Wang looked embarrassed.
A moment later, Old Wang carefully bowed: "Old Meng..."
"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't send someone, this old man will go himself!"
"Old Meng, please listen to me!"
Old Wang had no temper with Old Meng.
Despite his high seniority, Wang Erxiao during the Liberation period was a little hero of his time.
But Old Meng was of a higher generation. Before he was even born, in the very early 19th century, Old Meng was already known as "cunning as a fox and fierce as a tiger." He single-handedly carried the League of Legends and killed more than 800 members of the Eight-Nation Alliance.
He didn't even know how old Meng was, he only knew...
[A single strike could topple a city, the tears of a hero are indelible. Yet, even the revered Wang Wu, who died at the end of the Qing Dynasty, still has to call this old ghost "Uncle-Master"!]
Old Wang became even more respectful, bowing his head and saying, "Please let me explain, sir. Not to mention that there are powerful ghosts all over the country and we can't spare any manpower, I also have to suppress the Beixinqiao Sea Eye, Jinsong Ghost Building, Caishikou Execution Ground in Shangjing City, as well as the 'evil, evil, evil' Bell Casting Goddess, so I can't leave Shangjing City."
As for yourself, with each move you make, you get closer to death. As it stands, you're not confident that you can become a ghost or be branded on the Three Lives Stone, are you?
If you were to become a ghost, who in this world could take care of you?
Old Meng slumped down: "That little Zong..."
"Xiao Zong knows there are tigers in the mountains, yet he still chooses to go there. You should understand his intentions!"
Old Wang said firmly, "You've investigated Xiao Zong, so you should know that Xiao Zong's favorite thing is medicine. His ideal is to become the most skilled doctor. But in order to become stronger, he has put medicine second. Why? Old Meng, the ghost energy has revived, the world has changed, and it's changing very quickly. Every martial general wants to become stronger, especially Xiao Zong. He has placed so much power in Shancheng for the safety of his parents. If he wants to become stronger, he has to go deep into the tiger's den, be tempered by life and death, and make a comeback in desperate situations!"
"Old Meng, no matter how many secret techniques you find, they can't compare to his fearless heart!"
Upon hearing this, Meng Laode raised his white eyebrows slightly and closed his eyes in thought.
Old Wang felt relieved, thinking that Old Meng should have figured things out.
But suddenly, Meng Laode opened his eyes and praised, "Fang Zong is a good kid."
"Yes," Old Wang agreed wholeheartedly.
"so,"
Old Meng took a swig of the special Maojian tea picked by a virgin, glared at her, and said, "If anything happens to the child, this old man will stew your snake!"
Old Wang: "..."
He immediately ended the call, picked up a pile of secret manuals, and after flipping through them for a while, he couldn't help but praise them:
"With the long sword pointing, there is no fear. The little boy has ventured deep into the tiger's den. He is a good boy."
"Really, what a good baby."
"You're incredibly bold!"
...
I looked at my watch; it was almost midnight.
But there was no sun on Dongcheng Mountain, nor was there any brightness; only a winding fire dragon, with countless ghosts holding torches, approaching.
"Nice watch!" The plump woman's eyes lit up.
Fang Zong laughed heartily, took off his watch, and casually tossed it to the other person.
He left the watch Sophia gave him at home. This one was a Patek Philippe given to him by Peter. It was quite valuable, of course, but rather exquisite, the kind that could be worn by both men and women.
The plump woman took the watch, delighted with it, and exclaimed repeatedly, "He's truly our wonderful son-in-law!"
Fang Zong did not explain.
Lin Qiaoyu blushed and couldn't help but say angrily, "Master, you weren't like this before!"
"How can a ghost be the same as when it was a human?"
When a woman reaches middle age, she reaches another peak in her life. Even when receiving gifts, a plump woman still exudes an elegant demeanor. The other party said, "Good son-in-law, my Taoist name is Ziyu. She is Lin Qiaoyu's master. I adopted her and named her. As long as she is alive, our relationship will not be severed, nor will the relationship between Yin Yang Road and our Chongxu Temple."
Fang Zongxiao asked, "And then?"
The nun Ziyu replied, "So the young master is here to visit relatives. We don't need to fight. Yin Yang Road and our Chongxu Temple are not enemies."
"Do you really think I'm a ghost from the Yin-Yang Road?" Fang Zong couldn't help but laugh.
He squinted, carefully calculating.
There are too many ghosts in Dongcheng Mountain.
If they were to fight directly, he wouldn't be afraid of being surrounded and beaten by ghosts, but he probably wouldn't gain much benefit before the Iron Ghost appeared.
"No, I was visiting relatives first, but actually, I was also paying respects at the ancestral graves."
Fang Zong suddenly said.
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