Summer rain falls at night.
The West Lake is even more beautiful after the rain. The air is sweet and moist, and a thin layer of water vapor gently covers the calm lake surface, like a soft veil that feels cool to the touch.
Gazing at the tranquility of the night, Fang Zong smiled slightly, recalling the reassuring words Xiao Xu had uttered during their afternoon outing.
Xu Jing said: This is the Suzhou and Hangzhou she wanted.
"Peace and tranquility are the true home of the heart; chaos and bloodshed are merely temporary manifestations of violent impulses."
Fang Zong pointed his long sword horizontally, covering the beautiful night view of West Lake, and laughed heartily: "This is the peaceful and prosperous world I want!"
Tiger Overlord transformed into a little yellow cat, washed his face with his paws, and arrogantly raised his head: "Show-off!"
Fang Zong ignored him.
Perhaps, I really was being a bit pretentious.
But his original intention when he decided to study medicine was to uphold medical ethics and care for all living beings.
We were so innocent and naive back then, but that was also when we were most genuine!
As time slowly passed, he himself did not know what he had forgotten. He only remembered that when he entered university, the old professor said, "Every doctor should be an angel," and he and all the students secretly laughed.
Looking back now, I realize how stupid I was!
"I really want to do this. Will you come with me?"
Fang Zong suddenly spoke.
Hu Batian was stunned for a moment, then looked up and asked in surprise, "I have the right to choose?"
Fang Zong shrugged: "You haven't harmed anyone."
The implication is that since Hu Batian doesn't have the scent of blood, according to the rules of the Ghost Killing Team, he can get an ID card and become a citizen of the Eastern Kingdom.
Fang Zong respects citizens' right to freedom.
"I'd rather die than go with an idiot!"
Hu Batian shook his head decisively.
Go with Fang Zong? I'd rather die than go!
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong's lips drooped.
Hu Batian was startled and quickly said, "I have a reason, I really have a reason."
Fang Zong asked, "What's the reason?"
After uttering the word '2b', he suddenly no longer wanted to respect Hu Batian's civil rights.
Seeing Fang Zong's expression, Hu Batian slapped his face with his cat paw, his cat eyes flashing: "You know, I cultivate using ghost energy, so I have a lot of malevolent energy, but I have never harmed anyone. I want to stay here and wait for my little master to come back, to sing 'meow meow meow' to him, and to tell him that Brother Huang is still a good cat."
Fang Zong frowned and asked, "Your master?"
"Yes, my little master loved me very much." Hu Batian's expression was nostalgic, and his cat body trembled: "My little master sang for me, petted me, and gave me baths, but that day my little master said they were moving and they didn't have any money to support me anymore. I watched them drive away."
I've been waiting here, never leaving, hoping to see him one last time before I die.
Fang Zong was very touched and asked, "How long have you been waiting?"
“Thirty years.” Hu Batian began to wipe away his tears.
"I'll wipe it for you."
Fang Zong remained expressionless, held his sword horizontally, and rubbed it against Hu Batian's eyes.
Wipe it clean, *sizzle*: "Thirty years?"
He wiped it twice, hissing: "Thirty years ago, only the rich could afford to drive a car, couldn't they afford to keep a cat like you?"
Before Fang Zong could even speak, Hu Batian bristled, biting down on the scabbard with eyes blazing with fury, as if he wanted to tear Fang Zong apart.
Fang Zong was startled.
What? Are you really going to rebel?
Tiger Tyrant howled, arching his back and bristling with fur, roaring, "So what if I lied? Can't I pretend I'm loved if nobody loves me? What kind of lousy little master is he? He's a complete bastard! Now that he's rich, he keeps two Siamese cats and a Persian cat, saying loving cats has to match one's status! He said I, a country bumpkin, am not good enough for him, and kicked me out the door! I am loved by nobody, and I came to West Lake because I heard the White Snake was incredibly gentle, and I wanted to find her, but who knew it was just a myth!"
I just have no one to care about me! So what? So what if no one cares about me? Can't I live alone?
I've been a cat for thirty years, and I've spent all thirty of my birthdays alone. I've been bullied and have had to rely on my own hard work to improve myself!
I'm already fed up with this, and I'm not afraid of anything!
Go ahead and kill me, you bastard! Kill me, waaaaaah!
Even if you kill me, I won't go with you!
Fang Zong remained silent, slowly loosening his grip on the scabbard and pinching the spot where Hu Batian had bitten the scabbard with both hands.
Hu Batian refused to release the scabbard, his scarlet pupils forming a straight line as he stared at him like a powder keg.
Fang Zong shook his head: "We are both in the same boat."
Tiger Overlord opened his mouth in surprise, his fur smoothing out: "You don't have anyone to care for you either? No, you're a human... Are you from a single-parent family or an orphan?"
"No, I have so much money I have a headache."
"..."
"Woo woo woo!" It was another threatening cry.
Tiger Tyrant continued to bristle.
Fang Zong ignored Hu Batian, took the knife back, and took out his phone to send a few text messages.
Then call Zhao Changle.
Having cooperated for so long, Zhao Changle should fulfill the responsibilities of a partner.
He'd raised a ghost for a thousand days, only to use it in a single moment!
The call was answered quickly, and after a few words, it was quickly disconnected again.
Fang Zong thought for a while and said to Hu Batian, "Do you know that the world has changed? Even if you are strong, you may not be able to stop many ghosts. If you are not careful, you will be skinned and dismembered and suffer a miserable fate of being devoured."
Hu Batian shook his head left and right: "I'm just a cat, so my death is my own business. I'm not following anyone else!"
Do you know who I called?
Hu Batian shook his head again.
Fang Zongdao said, "I made a call to one of the guardians of the Yin-Yang Path. The Yin-Yang Path has one king, two queens, three princesses, and eighteen guardian ghosts. This guardian has been cooperating with me for a long time, but in the past, when I asked for the positions of other ghosts, he never gave them to me. This time, he was already prepared and was just waiting for me to ask. Do you know why?"
Hu Batian tilted his cat head: "Why?"
Fang Zong laughed and said, "Because the world has changed."
Yes, the world has changed again.
It's still his fault!
The ghostly energy began its third resurgence, capable of producing ghosts at the second or even third level of the spell-making stage. Zhao Changle was no longer worried about the Yin-Yang Path's forces being wiped out; instead, he was concerned about the growing power of other ghosts.
According to Zhao Changle, the wooden ghost is one of the newly recruited subordinates of the Yin-Yang Road II!
"So what if the world has changed? I just want my own cat, I don't want to be with anyone else!"
Hu Batian emphasized again: "You can force me, I can go with you, but I can kill you anytime, anytime!"
Fang Zong smiled, snapped his fingers, and turned to leave.
Hu Batian stared at Fang Zong's back and suddenly noticed that the surroundings were brightly lit, and more than a dozen helicopters were soaring in, casting huge bright light and shadow.
A projection appeared on the surface of West Lake, showing people dancing;
In the distance, there was the clamor of a band playing instruments, and someone singing.
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Thanks to Fat Tiger, Thousand Trees, and Inkstone Manor for the donations.
When you're lonely, listen carefully; everyone is singing for you.
Meow meow meow, never alone!
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