A beautiful woman, a poignant legend.
The voice coming from the phone was very low, but who were all there? LeBlanc was already quite remarkable, but in front of Old Wang, she was nothing but trash.
Upon hearing the woman's stunningly beautiful yet mournful voice, LeBlanc tried hard to recall who it was. As she tried to remember, Old Wang's expression changed.
“My teacher’s wife.” Old Wang’s face twisted in pain.
Upon hearing this, LeBlanc's pretty face contorted, and her alluring pale purple lips became wavy.
As for Fang Zong… [⊙﹏⊙, what? Your master's wife?]
Isn't that bad? Really, isn't that bad?
If I remember correctly, the woman on the other end of the communication seemed to have reserved him, and was going to be his ghost wife after he died.
LeBlanc gritted her teeth, her heart pounding with panic, and tried to remain calm as she said, "Mr. Fang, what exactly do you want? Don't think that finding an old-fashioned person from the East is enough..."
"No, she's from my generation. She said she'd be my ghost wife if I died."
At Fang Zong's words, Old Wang took two steps back, leaned against a stone pillar, and clutched his heart.
Faced with Old Wang's incredulous gaze, Fang Zong returned a very simple smile.
Now I understand why Bao Xiaomei was so kind to the 'ghost wife'.
"What's dirty about it? You're so beautiful," Fang Zong said into the phone.
The person opposite immediately laughed and spat out a resentful "You're such a jerk!"
The 'ghost wife' saw right through her and laughed, "Since you have such a sweet tongue, just say it. As long as you don't cry for help, I'll grant your wish."
"No, I just want to give you some news."
Fang Zong's lips twitched. It seemed that his 'ghost wife' couldn't wait for him to die so she could marry him. He asked, "Do you know Pantheon, the King of War?"
"A nobody, not even at the skill level yet."
"But the previous generation of Pantheon was a magic-level mage, and he even turned into a ghost."
Fang Zong decisively said, "I heard, just heard, it's pure rumor. I was just chatting with you. I heard that America sent the previous generation of ghost Pantheon into our Eastern country. Well, I was the one who took over and dealt with him. Unfortunately, before he was dealt with, the Hungry Demon had already killed hundreds of people."
"A few hundred? That's not many."
"But it's so pitiful. I remember there was a good girl among the victims. Her younger brother was disabled in a car accident, her father had Alzheimer's, and her mother suffered from neurasthenia. To support her family, she turned to prostitution, but she was still a good girl. I remember her name was something like Xiaofang? So pitiful. After finishing work and taking care of her family, she would even do volunteer work to help disabled people in her spare time. On her way to help others, she was bitten by the starving demon and had her flesh chewed up and bones gnawed on."
"Oh, right, I remember it was people from Mania, America, who brought the Hungry Demon in."
"I understand." The voice on the other end suddenly turned cold.
"Don't do anything reckless," Fang Zong said emphatically. "We're just chatting, it might not be real. Don't send anything like the Fear Clown..."
"Click!" The other end of the phone hung up immediately.
Fang Zong blinked and smiled.
At this moment, LeBlanc's face turned green.
"The Fear Clown?" LeBlanc said blankly, not knowing who the Fear Clown was.
When Fang Zong left America, the FBI was already frantically destroying modern weapons, not for any other reason than fear of the Joker's insane attacks.
Countless ghostly armies wreaked havoc across the country. The FBI even joined forces with the League of Legends to carry out a decapitation operation. Three terrifying level 2 magic users and a bunch of level 9 magic users were almost wiped out by the Fear Clown.
When they dispatched their top experts to crush and annihilate them, the other party had vanished.
It really has completely disappeared.
Mr. Fang, are you bringing this up again?
And they've even brought this to Mania? My territory?!
Lephne was speechless for a long time, at a loss for words. Fang Zong looked at her with a half-smile and asked, "Aren't you going back?"
"What?"
Fang Zong said in a serious tone, "If I were you, I wouldn't care about the Swift Wind Sword Master anymore. I'd hurry back to mobilize troops and request reinforcements. Sigh, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it, I was just chatting. You know, this female ghost is hoping I'm dead."
LeBlanc: "...Don't even think about it!"
He turned around and made a phone call, arranging for someone to take the Swift Swordsman away directly.
"What? You're saying the injuries are too severe, and he might die en route? Just a possibility, he's definitely going to die if he stays behind. Get him on the plane!"
LeBlanc issued the orders and left quickly, without even bothering with basic diplomatic pleasantries.
"Why did you call me here?"
Fang Zong pretended that nothing had happened and asked Old Wang.
Old Wang shook his head, looking at Fang Zong as if he were a treasure, and excitedly said, "How about I let you handle diplomatic incidents?"
"No way!" Fang Zong refused decisively.
There are no small matters in diplomacy; he couldn't be bothered with those troublesome backstabbing and intrigue.
"Alright, basically all diplomatic incidents are handled by true master-level experts. However, there is one more thing. If you find it difficult, you can refuse."
Old Wang said solemnly, "It's about suppression."
“Suppression?” Fang Zong repeated through gritted teeth.
In the East, and even in the world, there are many amazing places, the most famous of which is the Bermuda Triangle.
However, after the resurgence of ghostly energy, these places became absolutely dangerous, and were suppressed by true master-level experts to prevent the birth of too terrifying ghosts.
Fang Zong had long coveted these places, but he couldn't find any information about them. Even when he asked the two senior skeletons, they remained tight-lipped. Clearly, he had no right to inquire about such matters.
And now, I'm qualified!
Fang Zong asked excitedly, "What happened?"
"Wilderness Underworld Village".
Old Wang became even more serious.
As Old Wang spoke, Fang Zong's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and Old Wang began to grit his teeth.
It seemed that the more dangerous and terrifying he described, the more excited Fang Zong became.
Old Wang said softly, "The desolate underworld village on the western outskirts of Haijin City was originally suppressed by Emperor Chen Wu of the Dragon Fist. However, a few days ago, something changed in the desolate underworld village, and Emperor Chen Wu lost contact with us. You should be careful, Emperor Chen Wu is a true master of the Arts level. Although he is only at the first level of the Arts level, his Dragon Fist is incredibly powerful. Any defense is a weakness to him. If he dies and becomes a ghost, he will likely also be at the first level of the Arts level, or even become a ghost at the second level of the Arts level."
If you think you can't suppress it, I'll send more people, but our skill level..."
As Mr. Wang spoke, Fang Zong's smile grew wider and wider.
Old Wang's lips twitched. Alright, let's forget about the dangers and just talk about the benefits:
"Five million in travel expenses, the entire territory of the suppression area, and all the treasures inside—if you can completely resolve this, 90% of the transaction tax will be yours."
"I've never heard of anyone who can solve the problem of the suppressed land."
"Two bowls of the Crimson Blood Elixir can increase an ordinary person's lifespan by three years!"
"make a deal!"
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