"Dear friend, the iron demons on the mountain say that you monsters bullied them, and they want revenge."
Open your mouth to complain, but it's all empty talk.
Bai Su's lips twitched.
With Fang Zong and Youming Feng present, all the members of the Fangshi Association squatted on the ground. In the coming days, they would be subject to inspections by the anti-corruption enforcement authorities.
Youmingfeng noticed Fang Zong and Bai Su getting into the car and talking, but he didn't join in. He drove off to handle the matter of purchasing a yacht.
Inside the car, Bai Su looked embarrassed.
“This… a long, long time ago, we did indeed bully ghosts.” Bai Su’s expression was somewhat sorrowful.
Fang Zong laughed and said, "That's right. I also know from myths and legends that the gods bully you, and you bully the ghosts. Now that the ghost energy has been revived first, the ghosts' strength will increase first. They will definitely deal with the Nine Heavens Rebirth Group. Aren't you going to do something about it?"
"Not strong enough." Bai Su turned her face away.
Fang Zong decisively suggested, "Summon the man in black robes!"
"You're ruthless!" Bai Su glared.
Fang Zong then settled for second best: "How about a peacock?"
"Sister, let me tell you."
Suddenly, a shadow fell over the car. Fang Zong saw the huge snake head close to the window, changing several times until it became a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, naked, entering the car through the window.
She sat directly on his lap, pulled his coat over her shoulders, and greeted him, "Greetings, benefactor!"
"Oh, it can transform and talk now." Fang Zong ruffled the little girl's head.
"What a load of crap!" a male voice came from ahead.
The passenger in the front seat was a lean and wiry man who turned around and glared at her: "To put it bluntly, we're currently cultivating using ghost energy. If our strength doesn't increase, going head-to-head with ghosts is just courting death! Fang Zong, don't think that just because you joined the group you're one of us. I don't care about you!"
"Hehe." Fang Zong smiled.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly his pupils turned vertical.
The man suddenly shuddered and, with a snap, pressed himself against the passenger seat.
"You called me kid?" Fang Zong continued to smile.
The man turned green with fright. He felt a kind of pressure emanating from Fang Zong, a pressure that he had only ever seen in his deepest memories with the great demon king.
But why is it that in modern society, the Great Demon King has become extinct?
Even the black-robed figure and the peacock, whom he couldn't see the soles of before, are now just like the patrolling monsters of the past.
Yeah, it's like a mini-drill...
"Your Majesty, I was wrong!" the man readily admitted defeat.
"I used to bully ghosts too. I'm a pangolin, the one in the TV series who ate ginseng, now called Xu Ba." He decisively took sides.
"But I really can't beat them." He decisively stated his feelings.
Fang Zong nodded, withdrawing the imposing aura emanating from his title, and decided not to make things difficult for the man.
We've gathered enough information.
Although he failed to defeat the demons, he realized one thing: demons are indeed human, not very threatening, and their strength is also weak, making them even less threatening.
It really is the resurgence of ghostly energy, not the resurgence of demonic energy. The terrifying monsters of the past are still eating dirt.
Fang Zong looked at Bai Su and found her playing with her phone, her slender fingers creating illusory images.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm writing a novel, and I haven't updated today's chapter yet."
Bai Su looked over very seriously: "First is professional ethics, and second is... being poor. With only a few hundred subscribers, I have to update with 10,000 words. I'll update even if it kills me. I've been eating instant noodles for three months and I want to eat meat."
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong registered an account and, without saying a word, started showering 100,000 RMB with virtual gifts.
He's rich; he's about to get another yacht worth tens of millions.
It's a small matter.
Bai Su stared at him, stared again, and stared intently.
Finally, he managed to force a strange, awkward smile, as if trying to appear subtly sassy, but failing miserably.
"Hey bro, need a leg accessory? Looking for a sugar daddy!"
Fang Zong: "...I can't afford to raise them."
"My lord, my sisters are very easy to take care of."
"I'm not Xu Xian, I don't know how to play with snakes."
………………
Inside the mansion of the Yang family's female warriors, which occupied the hilltop, a flurry of activity took place.
As soon as the convoy arrived, Yang Yuying sent people to collect explosives. This was a very simple matter, because due to the destruction of firearms, the remaining stockpile was in the Ghost Killing Team's residence, which was also hers as the director.
More importantly, it was to heal Lin Qiaoyu's injuries.
The grand mansion was steeped in antiquity. Yang Yuying handed Fang Zong a cup of hot tea and asked, "What do you need so much explosives for? And all of them, the most powerful ones?"
"Blow up the stone gate."
Fang Zong squinted as he examined Lin Qiaoyu's injuries.
He knew Lin Qiaoyu's injuries were severe, but ghosts could simply absorb ghost energy. He stuffed a lot of ghost energy into the Yin-preserving wood, but Lin Qiaoyu couldn't absorb it. Her injuries were so severe that she was on the verge of complete collapse.
At this moment, Lin Qiaoyu lay on the soft bed that had been moved in, her delicate body swaying gently.
Yang Yuying examined it for a while, then suddenly clapped her hands: "Leave it to me, sister. It can't devour ghost energy, but it can definitely devour the essence and blood of living people. That's a ghost's instinct."
"this……"
"It's alright. Our Yang family women are full of vigor. Ten men can support one of them, which is enough for her to recover."
As they spoke, ten female warriors from the Yang family entered the room, slashed their wrists without hesitation, and used their blood power to propel the blood energy throughout the room.
Yang Yuying and Fang Zong turned around and went out, standing at the door.
"You want to blow up Dongcheng Mountain?" Yang Yuying asked.
Fang Zong nodded.
"Should we go now, or wait until Lin Qiaoyu's injuries have healed?"
"Let's wait until her injuries improve a bit."
Fang Zong was very worried about Lin Qiaoyu's injuries. In addition, he wanted to wait and see if the Cold Iron Zombie would come out on its own.
The cell phone left in front of the stone gate wasn't just for provocation; he tampered with it, and it served a surveillance purpose.
Yang Yuying completely obeyed Fang Zong's arrangements and said with a smile, "Alright then, you can have some fun in Taiwan for the next few days. I'll arrange for someone to be your tour guide."
Before Fang Zong could refuse, the two girls clapped their hands and turned into the courtyard.
"Choose one," Yang Yuying said, pointing to the two girls.
One was shy and demure, like a delicate woman who had stepped out of an ancient painting; the other was very modern and energetic, with an astonishingly long pair of beautiful legs under her super short denim shorts.
Bigger breasts
She's also very fair-skinned.
"Hey bro, pick me! Pick me! Let's go to Ocean Park and Harbour City first, then go shopping at Ladies' Market, and in the evening we'll stroll around Mong Kok, Temple Street, and Causeway Bay. And then... bro, can you tell me your body shape?"
"Okay...uh...what did you say?" Fang Zong was confused.
He knows about palmistry and face reading, but those are either street scams or men using them to seduce women.
What the heck is "physical form"?
"It's about the body, the whole body. You can look at it however you want, little brother." The girl glanced at her phone, then stuck out her little tongue and licked her lips.
Fang Zong, with his sharp eyes, noticed a line of text on the phone screen:
The female anchor's alluring demeanor and poise.
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