Fang Zong knew what she was talking about and laughed, "If someone touches it, I guarantee that a very beautiful flower will bloom in the valley of the tyrant."
What flower?
"Mushroom flower".
Nalan Guigui gasped, looking at Fang Zong as if he were a madman: "The Eastern Kingdom will not allow you to do this."
Mushroom flower? No, it should be mushroom cloud, right?
With the resurgence of the demonic energy, major powers have long since destroyed over 90% of their nuclear warheads, retaining only a few for defense against other countries.
With Fang Zong's status and strength, getting one wouldn't be difficult, but it would mean turning against the Eastern Kingdom, against the world, and against all living people!
They even have to turn against all the ghosts, demon corpses, and monsters!
Does he really have that much guts?
Okay, he does.
Nalan Guigui said, "You're so carefree. It's a pity that the Empress has already moved away. She's not the kind of ghost who would dare to gamble her life on someone else's mercy."
Fang Zong wasn't surprised and asked, "Where do you think the mushroom flowers will bloom?"
Nalan Guigui smiled slightly, not echoing Fang Zong, and raised her small face to look at the sunlight streaming in through the bright window:
"Living,"
The so-called living now
They dare to cry.
It's about daring to laugh.
It is anger.
It's freedom...
I never thought anyone could truly live like this, but now it seems these lines of poetry were written for you. Who could help but envy your lifestyle?
"I've never heard of this poem before,"
Fang Zong laughed and said, "But I know you envy my lifestyle because you are not living freely and are not living the life you want."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you really want to be a traitor? To work for ghosts?"
"My soulmate, let's give each other a hug!"
Fang Zong: "..."
It's practically a showdown. No matter which ghost Nalan Guigui works for, it's equivalent to making a guarantee to Fang Zong that she won't cross his bottom line.
Fang Zong was very satisfied with this, and actually gave Nalan Guigui a hug, watching her leave in her wheelchair.
"So thin!" Fang Zong could feel that the other person was skin and bones.
"Mom..." The door closed behind her, and Nalan Guigui murmured the word, "Once I have repaid my debt of gratitude, I will come to your side."
New York City, located on the Atlantic coast, is the largest city and port in the United States, and also the largest city in the world. People from all over the country live there, black, white, and yellow, and many have lived there for generations, enjoying a life free from want.
Nalan Guigui's hometown is on the edge of New York City.
Unlike other East Asian families who like to gather in Chinatown, her family consisted of only her, her mother, and her grandmother. A single-parent family doesn't determine the happiness of its members; she possessed everything one could imagine—harmony and fulfillment—until those killers in pizzas suddenly arrived and shattered it all. This little girl always believed herself to be the happiest child in the world.
She still clearly remembers that it was a sunny afternoon when her mother pushed her out for a walk. In the distance, she heard panic as countless motorcycles came with black smoke.
"It's her, this woman from the East!"
"People from Donggu are all very wealthy and love to save money. Grab them!"
"This little slut is quite pretty..."
Motorcycles circled around the mother and daughter. When someone got off and was about to touch her, the mother screamed, "Don't touch my child!"
Her mother suddenly pushed her away, and her wheelchair ran away down the sloping road, crashing in front of a police booth, narrowly escaping death.
When she returned, the remains of her mother and grandmother, the house that had been completely burned down, and the grass covered in blood became the most profound memories of Nalan Guigui's life.
What should a little child do at this time?
Nalan Guigui went to the police station, only to hear: 'With so many people, how are we supposed to find the murderer?' 'Ha, maybe they all committed the crime, but we can't arrest them all for murder.' 'The little girl is pitiful, and she's disabled; let's send her to an orphanage.'
The death of an East Asian family member would not cause much of a stir in a place rife with racial discrimination.
"I want revenge!"
When the little girl clutching the book had this thought, she already had a meticulous plan in mind.
No police officer would be wary of a disabled person like her. She secretly read the files and memorized the names, addresses, and information of all the street racers.
She killed two people, but she was too weak; her crippled body couldn't continue. She was captured and was about to be killed!
"Who are these people living in this building...?"
That night, a hand, cold yet gentle, caressed her.
Countless streams of murderer's blood spurted out, pooling into a cup. The taste of drinking her enemy's blood made her tremble and shudder, and it also made her remember the woman whose true face she had never seen! A ghost!
“From that time on, I have been Nalan Guigui.”
Nalan Guigui turned her wheelchair and left the hotel without looking back.
Several people approached from a distance and carefully surrounded her. A bald, white man helped push her wheelchair; his muscles looked as if he could burst the air.
The muscular man said, "Miss, we've recruited enough ghosts. Shall we go back or stay?"
As he spoke, he turned his head, his hawk-like eyes meeting Fang Zong's on the 26th-floor balcony, his murderous intent seemingly spraying out like water.
Fang Zong smiled slightly and raised the juice glass in his hand.
"go back."
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