Fang Zong was very surprised to hear this.
He didn't sense anyone behind him, nor did he feel any ghosts. He turned his head slightly and saw a pair of hands on his shoulders, their fingernails painted scarlet.
"I died... so tragically..." someone whispered in my ear.
"Yes, I know." Fang Zong nodded, then casually took out a cigarette case from his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.
No wonder I couldn't sense it; it was too weak, just like those little ghosts that could only scare people before the ghost energy revived.
The little ghost saw Fang Zong put on a cigarette, and her drooping eyeball dangled to Fang Zong's palm. She noticed that Fang Zong was holding a lighter, and naturally raised a scarlet fingernail, and with a snap, lit the eerie ghost fire.
"Thank you, I have one myself."
Fang Zong lit a cigarette, took a puff, and asked the male ghost in front of him, "Shall we go or should we go?"
"Thank you for your help."
The other party smiled bitterly and said, "The name of the suit-wearing thug is well-known, so you should do it."
Fang Zong nodded upon hearing this, and with a slight tremor of his true yang energy, he shattered the little female ghost into pieces. Then he laughed and asked, "What's next?"
"I have one last wish. Could you please do me one more time?"
The male ghost spoke awkwardly, nervously observing Fang Zong's expression.
"Okay, get in the car!" Fang Zong said decisively.
The male ghost was moved to tears, his face contorted with gratitude, still resisting his own transformation into a ghost, and bowed deeply to the other party.
Then, he walked to his own corpse, took out the photos from his wallet, and while looking at them, floated along with Fang Zong into Fang Zong's Land Rover.
The vehicle turned around and headed towards Fengyang Ancient Town, fifteen miles away.
When he reached the old traffic policeman, Fang Zong paused slightly, stuffed a pack of cigarettes into his hand, and tucked his military officer card inside.
"You reap what you sow. If you do not fail heaven or man, then heaven will not fail you and man will not fail you either."
Fang Zong chuckled and said, "You can handle the rest. Call me if anything happens."
With that, the vehicle started up again.
Veteran traffic policeman Zheng Xin doesn't smoke, but his hands trembled as he carefully stuffed the cigarette into his pocket, holding the card with a shake.
More than 20 years of diligent work have finally paid off today.
It's a bit late, but...
"thank you!"
Zheng Xin bent over in the direction the vehicles were traveling, then quickly resumed the intense evacuation work.
"Actually, I can become a ghost."
The male ghost looked out the window, the distant mountains flowing behind him like silhouettes, reflected in his conflicted pupils.
Fang Zong was slightly taken aback: "Why not transform into a spirit ghost?"
"Living is meaningless."
The male ghost said, "When I died, I felt that I could become a spirit ghost or a ruthless killer. I originally wanted to become a spirit ghost, but when I found out that she was dead and I was going to become a killer, I felt it was meaningless."
Fang Zong shook his head: "Won't we become ghosts and fly away together?"
"The ghost is neither me nor her."
The male ghost laughed bitterly, "The moment I saw her turn into a ghost, I knew it wasn't her. Otherwise, why would I have asked you to kill the female ghost? Love is a strange thing. I love my wife. Even if 100 people appeared who looked exactly like her, I could still tell which one was her."
"Isn't that an exaggeration?"
"not at all!"
The male ghost insisted, swiping the navigation page with his hand: "This is it, Fengyang Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital."
Fang Zong nodded and drove according to the navigation.
After parking the car, Fang Zong revealed the Thunderclap Blast on his left hand, and walked ahead while holding the knife in one hand.
The male ghost followed behind, and even though he was clearly not a living person, with Fang Zong present, the passersby simply kept their distance and there was no major panic.
There were many whispers, but Fang Zong ignored them.
Paternity testing is not a routine medical service, so most hospitals don't have a department for it. However, the testing department in Fengyang is located to the west of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and it didn't take long to reach the service window.
When the staff saw Fang Zong, they were about to greet him when they noticed the male ghost following behind him, so they stopped in their tracks.
"You all go out first, I'll handle this." A cold voice suddenly appeared.
Fang Zong looked over and found that she was a middle-aged woman in her thirties. She was not pretty, but her neat short hair, sharp suit, and simple frameless glasses gave her a particularly aloof temperament.
A middle-aged woman was holding the hand of a little girl, who was also cold-hearted.
"My name is Shi Yan."
The middle-aged woman nodded to Fang Zong, glanced at the male ghost, and asked, "Has something happened?"
Fang Zong nodded: "You seem very calm?"
Shi Yan said, "Paternity testing is an exam, a multiple-choice exam with only one question and two options: yes or no, it's voluntary. I've been here for over ten years and I've never given a word of advice to anyone who chooses to take it. I'm known as a 'marriage destroyer.' I've seen people stabbing each other, jumping off buildings, and calmly going home to set off gas canisters. It's not an accident when something goes wrong."
At the end, she calmly added, as was her habit, "There's nothing we can't encounter, only things you can't imagine."
Fang Zong nodded and lit another cigarette: "Have you ever seen anything like this? Someone who's forcing themselves not to turn into a ghost just to see their not-biological daughter one last time?"
Upon hearing this, Shi Yan's eyes widened.
The cold, icy little girl suddenly trembled, tears streaming down her face, and she and the male ghost stared at each other.
The male ghost took out a photo, a family portrait of three, all smiling sweetly.
He looked at the photo, then at the little girl, feeling conflicted.
The daughter wasn't his biological child, but he had watched her grow up for seven or eight years, and his feelings for her were genuine. The moment he went after his wife, he already felt he had lost all affection for his daughter, but now he was extremely flustered and couldn't look the little girl in the eye.
"Sissi!" the male ghost called out.
The little girl could no longer hold back. The pain of being abandoned had chilled her heart, but the ice suddenly shattered, and she threw herself into the male ghost's arms and cried bitterly.
Fang Zong shook his head, walked to Shi Yan's side, and sighed, "If you had just given them a word of advice, or delayed them for even thirty seconds, this tragedy would not have happened."
Shi Yan said philosophically, "Whether you are a person or a stone, a passionate person or a person with a heart of stone, it's all fate, predetermined by heaven. Whether I advise you or not, it's useless."
Fang Zong asked, "You believe in fate?"
"right."
"So you didn't run away when you saw me coming?"
Fang Zong suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Shi Yan's body suddenly stiffened, and a grayish-white light flashed in her eyes.
When she tried to leave, she found that Fang Zong was ignoring her and looking at the male ghost and the little girl.
The male ghost, holding the little girl, said urgently, "Remember, you must go to the bank. Our family has cards at ICBC, ABC, and CCB, and we also have some change and 'Prefect's Treasure' (a type of currency). The property certificate and everything else are in the drawer under the shoe cabinet. Have your second cousin help you with that. Don't ask your uncle..."
After arranging the money and carefully recording the little girl's voice, the male ghost could no longer restrain himself and trembled as he tried to pull Fang Zong away.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
