The Drum Tower, also known as the Zhongdu Watchtower, is considered a 3A-level tourist attraction.
Fang Zong walked along the ancient city wall, one hand on his knife and the other in his pocket.
In an era of resurgence of ghostly energy, carrying cold weapons is no longer prohibited. As long as the Thunderclap is well hidden, no one will suspect that he is a military general.
About ten minutes later, I saw a food street.
Fang Zong walked over and found more than a dozen luxury cars stopped at the street corner. Many men in suits got out of the cars and started to stop people hand in hand.
"Pretty arrogant?" Fang Zong stroked his chin.
This is a tourist attraction, yet they're offering to book the entire area—no, the whole street?
Is he meddling in other people's business, or is he ignoring it?
Two thoughts flashed through Fang Zong's mind, his stomach rumbled once, and he stopped worrying about it and strode forward.
Just as a conflict was about to erupt, someone suddenly spoke up:
"Everyone move aside, I'm just here to have some fun, don't make such a fuss."
"Although I am a man who owns an oil field, and although I am a prince, in the Eastern Kingdom, I am just an ordinary young man."
"What are oil fields? What are princes? What is money? I..."
Very ordinary.
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong's lips twitched.
I really want to ask: 'Why are you speaking so loudly, you're just an ordinary person?'
The men in suits were all obedient, and no one blocked his way, so Fang Zong slightly changed direction and walked past them.
Just then, a young man stepped out of the car. His face was pale and sickly. He smiled at him and said, "Brother, you were just trying to meddle, weren't you? You were definitely trying to meddle, weren't you?"
Fang Zong turned his head in surprise and asked very seriously, "Is it okay to ignore it?"
The young man nodded: "Of course, although I am a man who owns an oil field, I still understand the principles."
"..."
Fang Zong was very curious to know what kind of expression the kid would have if he burned down the kid's "oil field".
He continued walking, intending to find a shop to fill his stomach, but the young man followed him.
I glanced back, then decisively turned left and entered a snack shop.
The other person also turned left and threw a gold bar at the cash register, saying, "It's on me for all the guests today."
There were quite a few people in the store, about a dozen, and they all looked over in surprise upon hearing this.
Bathed in the strange gazes of the crowd, the young man laughed heartily: "Yes, it's on me." As he spoke, he saw the shop owner bite the gold with his teeth and laughed even harder: "No need to bite, it's real. I originally used gemstones, but some people said I was a fraud, so I switched to gold bars... Hmm, did you bite it out?"
"Yes, yes, everyone! Eat as much as you want!"
The shop owner was overjoyed; his eyes practically bulged with delight at the half-pound gold bar.
The young man sat down opposite Fang Zong and extended his hand: "My name is Manong. I used to be a programmer. Later I found out that I was an Arab prince and changed my name to Marha. You know, non-Arabs cannot be included in the royal family genealogy, so I became one of those whose birth mother is unknown. But I really do own two oil fields."
Well, it's not just an oil field anymore.
They own two oil fields!
Fang Zong completely ignored Malha and continued eating.
The local snacks were pretty good; I don't know their names, but they tasted spicy and fragrant.
“Dude!” Malha stared intently at Fang Zong: “You should have realized that I came here specifically to see you. Someone said you could solve my problem.”
Fang Zong continued eating.
There's a story behind this.
Malha sighed and continued speaking, then he realized...
Fang Zong left with the food tray?
"Dude, listen to me first!"
Marha caught up and sat down at the table opposite Fang Zong, who had sat down for the second time. "If you solve my problem, I'll give you gold!"
Fang Zong continued eating; the food was really delicious.
"I'll give you diamonds!"
Eating is so delicious.
"I'll give you an oil field!"
Malha was getting anxious and a little thirsty. He reached out and a cup of hot drink appeared in his hand. He drank it through the straw.
At that moment, he noticed that Fang Zong had raised his head, his expression one of utter shock.
That's right, there's nothing in the world that money can't solve.
[Very good, very good. What gold can't buy must be good quality, what diamonds can't buy must be top-tier, and what you can only buy from an oil field... uh!]
Marha felt a sharp pain in his heart.
Things that can only be bought at oil fields are too expensive!
"Dude, I keep my word. If you can clear up my doubts, I'll really give you an oil field. You have no idea, I'm being tortured to death, my brain..."
Malha chattered on and on, looking anxious.
Fang Zong also began to listen attentively, staring at what was behind Malha.
What did he see?
One hand!
Just now, when Malha reached out, there was nothing there, but then a slender hand appeared out of thin air and handed Malha a hot drink.
Ghostly energy accompanied it, and it wasn't just any ordinary ghostly energy.
It's a demon of the highest level!
Fang Zong interrupted Malha and asked, "Your hot drink?"
"Oh, you want a drink too? I'll get you one."
Malha misunderstood, and reached out again, her slender hand appearing once more, offering him a second hot drink.
He seemed not to see the slender hand and laughed, "It all started when I had a headache. Anyway, I suddenly had a headache that day and felt like I had forgotten a lot of things, but as long as I wanted, I could drink whatever I liked."
Fang Zong nodded slightly, his smile somewhat stiff.
Seriously, you're really awesome.
A low-level demon, working as your waiter?
Just now, Fang Zong was about to grab that hand, but he felt that the other party was more than twice as strong as him, and was easily escaped.
Is it really true that the oil field is forever that such a powerful ghost is working as a waiter?
As Fang Zong pondered this, he opened the lid of the hot drink and found it was just ordinary heated juice, so he took a small sip.
Then... "Pfft!" It all came out.
It's so damn sweet, it's sickeningly sweet!
Fang Zong looked at the other person strangely, "How can you drink something so horribly sweet?"
Marha blinked and said, "Is it too sweet? But I think it's just right, anyway, I really like drinking it."
He then took another big gulp.
Almost at the same time, Fang Zong heard someone's sweet laughter: "I'll make you swoon!"
"..."
That's weird, so weird!
Today's events are extremely strange!
Fang Zong carefully sensed it and discovered that the ghost brought with it the aura of a spirit ghost, so he simply ignored it, turned around and went out.
But just as they reached the door, a silver line suddenly swept across the sky, its cold, white, sharp, ghostly aura eroding every inch of space like an arrow!
"Ghostly aura upgraded? Cold iron ghostly aura?!" Fang Zong couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
The resurgence of ghostly energy is not a one-time event, but rather a continuous increase in intensity and density.
Judging from the current situation, it's already quite impressive that newly born ghosts possess magical abilities; the Blood Swimming Ghost is the top-tier kind.
But if it were to recover to this state, with an aura as cold as iron, it would be a magical-level ghost!
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