The man, with a radiant aura and a rapidly surging, fierce presence, stood at the entrance to the women's restroom.
The woman, with only her bound feet and willow-leaf eyebrows visible, appeared as if she were leaning against a soft bed in a brothel, even standing at the entrance to the men's restroom, her breath sweet and fragrant, making even the wind feel soft and gentle.
The second princess asked lazily, "What do you want to ask me?"
Fang Zongdao said, "You went through so much trouble to return to the country, managing to evade all those Tiger List warriors like Bao Xiaomei. You weren't just trying to deal with a ghost from Yellow Spring Valley, were you?"
"Hmm? The Valley of the Underworld?"
The second princess's willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows swayed from side to side, which looked eerie since her face was not visible.
Fang Zong knew she was shaking her head and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nakamura Sakura is not a ghost from the Valley of the Dead."
The second princess's voice was still languid and soft as she said, "The Yin-Yang Road has one king, two queens, and three princesses. The third princess is Little Pink, and I am the second. This Nakamura Sakura is the eldest princess, and she also calls herself the daughter of the Japanese sword."
"Then why did she tell people it was the Yellow Springs...?"
Before he could finish speaking, Fang Zong understood that it was nothing more than a scheme to frame someone.
It was such a simple scheme, yet I fell for it?
The second princess said softly, "I can't really talk about the matter of the Valley of the Underworld, but I can remind you that the ghosts in the Valley of the Underworld are extraordinary. If you encounter them, you should think carefully before taking action."
Fang Zong asked, "Are they very strong?"
The second princess shook her head again: "According to ancient historical records, Huangquan Valley has only been destroyed once. When Huangquan Valley was destroyed, the wealthy Song Dynasty, which had been rich for generations, also perished. You have to figure out the cause and effect yourself."
After saying that, she left in a red veil.
They came swiftly and left just as quickly.
Fang Zong watched the red gauze fly away through the air, took a deep breath, and then exhaled.
The uncontrollable surge of sword energy followed, leaving the long street in front of the public toilet covered with sword marks, and the tree canopies on both sides of the green belt were also broken and scattered.
He turned around, went into the mirror, put away the broken Zanpakuto, collected his spoils, and drove off in a random car.
"Come out, come out slowly, yes, okay, don't rush."
"Take it one at a time, don't fall, or you might die if you fall back."
"Okay, don't rush, one at a time."
Wang Qiang, the girl in colored glasses, the girl with contact lenses, and seven or eight others helped the detoxified 'living corpse' out of the mirror.
One floor can hold over a hundred people, so three floors can hold three hundred people.
They helped three hundred people with mobility issues out of the house. They were exhausted and covered in sweat, but they felt great.
When everyone came out, the public toilet was still full, and there were people sitting all over the outside.
Police and ambulances were already waiting, and various sirens rang all around.
"Thank you!"
"Thank you, brother. I would be dead if it weren't for you!"
"Being unable to move is awful. I feel myself turning bad, turning into a ghost. I'm being tortured to death."
Many people stopped Wang Qiang and the others to express their gratitude.
Finally, Wang Qiang, his face contorted with rage and drenched in sweat, roared, "Remember this! Don't you dare be ungrateful! Our lives, and yours, were all saved by those thugs in suits!"
Don't thank me, really don't thank me!
"It's a high-ranking military officer in a suit who's also a thug!"
The entire room fell silent.
"It's him? The thug in the suit?"
"My idol!"
"This... I'm sorry, but I even cursed someone for not giving me free overtime. I'm a bastard! I'm heartless! From today onwards, whether online or in real life, if anyone says a bad word about this thug, I'll risk my life!"
The scene erupted in cheers once again, a truly electrifying atmosphere.
Wang Qiang waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, everyone go home and find your mothers."
Anyone going to Nan'an City? Need a ride, bro... Holy crap! Where's my car?!
………………
A luxury car sped away, and soon arrived at a third-tier city under the jurisdiction of Liujiagou.
Fang Zong found a nice hotel, booked the best suite, stretched his body, and laid out his spoils on the table.
Don't worry about the gold bars; they're just a few dozen kilograms of stuff worth less than ten million yuan. What's the point of them?
Most importantly, of course, is the Japanese sword Sakura, a magical artifact.
"What a pity, we didn't get any footage of the last shot."
Fang Zong felt the power within his body; the sword energy seemed to collide like atomic nuclei, emitting a violent roar that only he could hear.
It seems that the power itself is also impatient, wanting to forcefully break through to the level of the second stage of magic!
It's a pity, it was just a little short.
A sword-qi technique that's only one level away from being effective.
One-tenth!
"What is deserved will come naturally without seeking it; what is not deserved cannot be obtained by force!"
Fang Zong chuckled to himself, his gaze shifting to the Japanese sword, Sakurayaki.
It's really beautiful; the fishbone pattern adorned with cherry blossoms, reflecting the lighting in the suite, makes it even more enchanting and dreamlike.
It's a pity it's a Japanese sword; I'm not used to using it!
Fang Zong reached out and grabbed the hilt of the knife with one hand and the tip of the knife with the other.
His hands radiated the cold, icy light of his iron armor and silver robes, while his hands were also imbued with the true yang energy.
"Smack!"
A crisp sound!
The ritual implements have fallen into dust!
The unowned magical katana shattered instantly, and before the two fragments even hit the ground, they turned into a hazy gray mist.
Countless acts of bloodshed, countless grotesque scenes, countless grudges, countless terrors!
All the various auras that were exhaled were burned away by Fang Zong's True Yang Fire!
"Dingdang, congratulations to the Summoner for destroying the artifact Japanese sword, picking up 1 blue iron crystal and 25 green iron crystals!"
Fang Zong nodded: "It's alright. There are a few less blue iron crystals, but twenty-five green iron crystals are not bad."
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