I remember on my first day of university, when I chose to study medicine, a relatively unknown but long-time professor of surgery, who had dedicated his life to teaching at the university, said very seriously:
"Doctors should be angels!"
This sentence deeply moved Fang Zong.
It wasn't because of the tone, nor the attitude, nor even the old professor's very expressive body language.
Rather, it was the old professor's calm, understated cry, as if it were a cry from the depths of his heart throughout his life!
At this moment, Fang Zong would say that he is an angel!
If an angel can't save people, he's willing to transform into a devil and kill all evil spirits!
When the Seraph became Lucifer, Hell came to order...
At the club bar not far away, three ghosts gathered together, observing Fang Zong's expression.
The metallic taste of blood oozing from the corners of their mouths made them cry out in their hearts, thinking to themselves, 'How can someone be more damn eerie than a ghost?' They hesitated for a long time, but still dared not come forward.
Fang Zong turned around and left.
Go down one floor, and then down another.
It was densely packed with coffins, and also filled with living corpses.
But if someone else came, they would see a lively and glamorous club, the old-fashioned kind, with a strong Shanghai flavor.
Fang Zong simply withdrew his true yang energy and merged it into the 'lively' atmosphere.
[This is interesting. Besides the three little devils, there's no sign of the adult Granny Tao mentioned?]
Fang Zong thought to himself, and passed through the body of a woman in a cheongsam who was coming towards him, and went directly down to the fourth floor.
This is the emergency exit. Looking down, there's a brightly lit staircase, but Fang Zong had just taken a step when he suddenly pulled his foot back.
"Trying to trick me?" Fang Zong sneered and turned around.
Behind Fang Zong, the quiet staircase suddenly changed color, revealing a pitch-black void beneath his feet, with pure metal walls on both sides, covered with sharp metal fangs.
The wall slammed shut with a loud bang.
Fang Zong didn't look back and went straight up to the top floor.
He tapped his fingers on the bar and said with a smile, "Watermelon juice, please."
A wine glass filled with bright red liquid was pushed over. Fang Zong pinched the glass between two fingers, flipped it over, and smashed it on the bar.
The liquid suddenly turned dark red, and there was an eyeball inside the glass shard, staring at Fang Zong with a deathly pale expression.
A cross-eyed man walked over and said with a smile, "Don't like drinking? No problem! Want to join in?"
Fang Zong turned his head and saw a mahjong table next to him, where two other ghosts were sitting.
Besides the cross-eyed guy in front of me, there's also one with a missing hand.
The third one looks relatively normal, except it has a mouth with half a tongue missing inside. The remaining half sticks out and snaps into another sharp mouth!
Fang Zong said meaningfully, "Okay."
One person and three ghosts, just enough for one table.
Fang Zong, who was in charge of the East Gate and was also the dealer, said before the dice were even rolled, "We're playing for big stakes."
Fang Zongxiao asked, "How big is it?"
The one-handed ghost pushed out more than twenty gold bars, piling them up like a small mountain.
Fang Zong shook his head: "Not enough."
The one-handed ghost pulled out a few more gold bars.
Fang Zong shook his head again: "Not enough."
He simply slammed the oil field contract on the table: "I have an oil field in the Arab world. The annual output isn't high, but it still brings in more than fifty million US dollars. If you have money, gamble on it. If you don't... hehe." Fang Zong didn't say anything.
The three ghosts were immediately dumbfounded.
There is an ancient formation here, which is their main base.
They couldn't gauge Fang Zong's strength, but if they could overwhelm him with their aura, the formation would activate.
The human body has three fires. When the energy is weak, the flames are weak. The formation will infinitely amplify this weakness and continuously reduce Fang Zong's strength.
They anticipated:
First, they bribed Fang Zong with money, weakening his momentum as he didn't have enough capital to wager.
Secondly, blinded by evil spirits, Fang Zong lost and his momentum weakened again.
If Fang Zong loses again in this final gamble, even with his skill-level strength, he will be suppressed to a level that even magic cannot reach.
The plan was very detailed, but why did it fail at the first step?
You're carrying around an oil field contract like a bear?
Wipe my butt!
"bet!"
Even the one-handed ghost dared not show weakness; such a powerful ancient formation was beyond their complete control.
If their momentum falters, they'll be reduced to ashes with their strength!
As he spoke, the one-handed ghost looked at the ghost with half a tongue. Seeing the other nod, he and the cross-eyed ghost worked together to pull a long, rectangular box from the ground.
The box was opened, and a cold glint immediately flashed; it was a sharp Japanese sword!
Fang Zong looked at the Japanese sword and found that the blade was covered with blade patterns, resembling fish bones, but the tips of the 'fish bones' were filled with pink petal shapes, like falling cherry blossoms.
The Severed-Hand Ghost said, "The Demon Blade Shattered Cherry Blossom is originally a master craftsman's sword. In the 1840s, it disemboweled 399 people and was later buried with them. It absorbed the blood and malevolent energy of the Yin land and fused with the evil energy of a squadron of ghosts to finally take shape. It is a magic weapon!"
"A magical artifact?" Fang Zong's eyes lit up.
Then, he couldn't help but sigh and shake his head slightly.
The one-handed ghost asked, "Isn't that enough?"
Fang Zong laughed: "A magical artifact and a famous sword, of course it's worth the price. Let's begin."
"good!"
The three ghosts looked at each other and laughed.
His smile was sinister and smug.
Gambling between a human and a ghost? You're asking for death!
Fang Zong, acting as the dealer, threw the dice and got a 6. The three players (one person and three ghosts) then started drawing cards.
Fang Zong held the card up and looked at it, then laughed, "Damn, that's great!"
His hand is a pure suit, and it's a "heavenly hand," meaning he's ready to win immediately. A pure suit of Wan tiles can win three, six, and nine of Wan tiles, and it's very easy to win by drawing the winning tile himself.
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