The old village chief trembled with rage: "Chen Er, are you even human?!"
Chen Er smugly said, "I'm not human anymore, but isn't the heart of an evil person still a heart? Old village chief, I'm being polite by calling you village chief, but if I don't, I'll have the Ghost Infant eat you up today. You better remember this: from now on, when you see me, Chen Er, you'd better call me Lord Chen Er!"
"You..." The old village chief was so angry he almost choked.
Fang Zong shook his head and smiled, not taking the other party's arrogance seriously at all, but instead feeling quite comfortable.
Demons and monsters devour human bones, but the most poisonous thing is the human heart.
When a spirit is alive, it is a person; when it dies, it retains its memories of its previous life, so it is not much different from a human being.
Since there is a human heart that surpasses even the cruelty of ghosts, there must be shining points of kindness.
Fang Zong glanced at the old village chief, nodded with a smile, then stepped over and continued to smile.
"what are you up to?"
Chen Er's shoehorn-shaped face twisted and turned green as he backed away, barely managing to calm down when his back bumped into the ghost behind him.
"Boy, I don't care who you are, but there are laws for humans and laws for the underworld! Our Chenjia Village has been established here for over five hundred years, always adhering to the laws of the underworld, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. According to our underworld laws, you ghost infant have received the inheritance of the underworld's local earth god, and are the earth god of Chenjia Village. You don't belong here, get out of here!"
By the end, Chen Er's voice was high-pitched and aggressive.
"Get out! Get out! Get out..." the ghosts echoed in unison.
This surprised Fang Zong. If he were to leave, the ghost infant didn't seem to have any intention of eating him, a living person.
He raised an eyebrow and drew his sword.
"What do you want to do? Even if I don't leave, I'm still Lord Ghost Infant's envoy. Don't you understand the rule of not killing envoys in war? You don't even know the rules for the living..."
"So noisy!"
Chen Er turned pale with fright.
He had witnessed Fang Zong's terrifying power firsthand, so he didn't expect a few ghosts to be able to stop Fang Zong. He stopped being arrogant and turned to run away.
But then Fang Zongheng swung his sword, the Killing Slash, and cut Chen Er and several ghosts in two.
It was just an ordinary little ghost, and he couldn't be bothered to touch it.
"Whoosh!" The wind howled through the air, terrifying beyond belief.
Chen Er was still on the run when he found himself floating in the sky, with pale blue flames starting to burn around his waist.
In just a moment, it was completely burned into nothingness.
"Ahem, sorry."
Fang Zong smiled awkwardly and looked at his Tang Hengdao (a type of sword).
He had only casually unleashed the Killing Slash, but unexpectedly, the crescent-shaped blade of energy swept across the village, cleaving the village wall in two.
That wasn't all. The previously sharp killing strike was now imbued with flames of true yang energy, burning down a large part of the village.
An area of over 100 meters, especially the wall, has completely disappeared.
[As expected of a sub-demon level spell, it's far more powerful than my original magic, and it's even influenced by other aspects of my magic, giving it a burning effect?]
Fang Zong was even more satisfied with his gains this time.
And there's a feeling—
Even if he hasn't reached the level of being able to pierce the heavens, he should still be evenly matched with someone using powerful magic like Emperor Chen Wu's.
"We'll repair the wall later. Lead the way first," Fang Zong said with a smile.
The old village chief exclaimed "Ah ah" twice and hurriedly stepped forward.
The villagers, haunted by the ghostly presence, trembled with fear at Fang Zong's strike, too afraid to approach the ground still shrouded in pale blue flames.
But when he suddenly shouted, his confidence in the opponent soared to new heights!
"Great hero!"
"Great hero! Please, great hero, save us!"
"We don't want to be eaten by the ghost baby..."
The spirits suddenly became ten times more enthusiastic, following Fang Zong in a large entourage as they walked into the village.
The village was deathly still. The few ghosts that could be seen were all squatting in their own places, quietly observing Fang Zong and the other ghosts who had returned.
When they heard the excited roars of the spirits, their eyes suddenly lit up, and although they were afraid, they followed them.
They were led to a rather grand building. Fang Zong noticed that the spirits suddenly started trembling. Looking ahead, he saw a cute little baby crawling on the stone steps at the building's entrance.
Fang Zong's lips twitched, and a strange light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Yes, it's this baby, the one who weighs at most two or three pounds, yet has all four limbs, and whose eyes, ears, nose, and mouth look remarkably like his.
He had seen it in his 'dream'!
The ghost baby stood up, its limbs clearly showing great strength, and looked up at Fang Zong.
His eyes held a complex expression: "Why don't you leave?"
Fang Zong: "..."
I have nothing to say, I simply can't express myself.
There was a special, intimate connection between him and the ghost baby; if one had to describe it, it would be 'blood is thicker than water!'
No way?
That can't be!
Fang Zong thought to himself, wanting to laugh, but his lips twitched as if he were crying.
"Daddy," the ghost baby called out, walking towards Fang Zong.
Fang Zong: "..."
He watched helplessly as the ghost baby walked up to him, climbed up his trouser leg, and nestled comfortably in his arms.
Instinctively protecting his heart, the ghost baby lay on his right chest, its little hand pressing against his right pectoral muscle, rubbing against him contentedly.
"Daddy," she called out again.
Fang Zong reached out and caught the ghost baby. His hand was icy cold, but a sudden warmth filled his heart.
In this position, he could touch the ghost infant at any time and make it vanish into thin air, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Even tigers don't eat their cubs. What if the other person really is his son?
He couldn't possibly be more venomous than a tiger!
Taking a deep breath, Fang Zong said, "I have no children."
The ghost baby looked at Fang Zong with some surprise and laughed, "Daddy, don't you know what you've done?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Holy crap! You really play it like this?
The scene before me was exactly the same as in my 'dream,' but even more real.
He could touch the ghost baby's elastic, cool skin, and even smell a faint milky scent with a hint of blood!
"What Daddy did, Daddy knows himself." The ghost baby opened its eyes wide, tears welling up beneath its long eyelashes: "Make a call, please help me find Mama. I woke up floating in the river, and inexplicably became the underworld earth god of Chenjia Village. I know nothing. I miss you, Daddy, I miss Mama, and I want to find my own body..."
Fang Zong felt a pang of sadness and couldn't help but take out his phone and dial his ex-girlfriend Kong Xue's number.
So far, the women he has slept with include Sophia, Catherine, and his ex-girlfriend Kong Xue.
Sophia is definitely not pregnant. Don't ask him how he knows, he just knows. As for Catherine, I've heard that vampires are pregnant for more than ten years, and the vampires born from their mothers are all super purebred babies. There's no way they could miscarry.
Upon careful consideration, only Kong Xue remains.
Moreover, Fang Zong heard that Kong Xue was in Haijin City!
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