The driver hurriedly got out of the car and darted into the shadows by the roadside. A moment later, he came running back, wiping his hands with a handkerchief, and said apologetically, "I drank too much water, I'm so sorry."
As he opened the car door and got in, he suddenly covered Fang Zong's face with a handkerchief.
Fang Zong smelled an almond-like scent coming from the handkerchief. He was very familiar with this smell and was stunned for a moment.
This substance is a controlled drug in the East, but it's quite common in the United States; some people have even approached him wanting to buy it.
Seeing that Fang Zong was not moving, the driver immediately took out a rope from under the driver's seat and tied Fang Zong's limbs with great skill. He then draped a large overcoat over Fang Zong's head.
Fang Zong then understood the meaning behind the man's smile in the passenger seat, and smiled again, a smile that left him speechless.
"He's really unlucky." The passenger in the front seat moved his lips, but still managed to speak through telepathy by turning his head 180 degrees.
Fang Zong pouted: "I'm too lazy to play with him."
He was about to exert force when he realized it was just an ordinary hemp rope. Even a steel cable of the same thickness wouldn't be able to restrain a powerful expert like him, who was known for his physical strength.
"No, please, give me some face."
The person in the co-pilot said matter-of-factly, "You wanderer of the world, a master-level sea traveler, you should have heard of me. Don't disturb my game."
Fang Zong nodded slightly; he had indeed heard of the other person's name.
In reality, the entire Eastern Kingdom has over a billion people. How could there only be a hundred or so magic-level members in the Ghost-Slaying Squad? There are also the Dao Alliance, ghosts, monsters, and some idle and carefree individuals outside of these groups.
They act as they please and speak freely. Some of them don't get along with the Demon Slayer Corps, while others are quite good to the Demon Slayer Corps.
Hai Youke is one of them. It's unclear whether he's human or a monster, but he's a powerful expert at the fourth level of martial arts, and he enjoys dealing with evil people and demons.
He had neither an ID card nor citizenship, but Fang Zong felt that, in his opinion, he should give the other party some face.
Fang Zong checked his phone; it was already past 7 p.m. He needed to buy a gift for Miao Ying. Since most commercial streets close at 9 p.m., he couldn't stay past 8:30 p.m.
Having calculated tonight's schedule, I naturally held up one finger: "One hour."
"My pride is only worth an hour? Who do you think you are?" Haiyou retorted angrily.
Fang Zong curled his lip: "One hour."
"Fine, one hour!" Hai You said indignantly, "After roaming the world for so long, I never thought that my old face would only be worth an hour in Xi'an. Kid, the whole of Xi'an... wait, the suit-wearing thug seems to be in Xi'an. What a coincidence. You're that bastard kid from the suit-wearing thug, aren't you?"
Fine, if you're a suit-wearing thug, then I admit my pride isn't worth much.
If you're not, I'll make you lose face in Xi'an!
Fang Zong smiled but didn't say anything.
After about 45 minutes, the taxi stopped.
The driver pulled the tourists out of the car, then came over and pulled Fang Zong out. The back door opened, and Fang Zong was dragged out face up by the driver, with a sky full of stars in sight.
Fang Zong hadn't looked at the starry sky so calmly in a long time, and he blinked.
"You're actually awake?" The driver was somewhat surprised, but still roughly dragged Fang Zong, who was tied up like a rice dumpling, out and threw him on the grass.
Fang Zong stared at him quietly, as if he were a fool.
"Have you ever eaten a human?" the driver suddenly asked.
Fang Zong thought about it carefully.
I almost ate it once, at Cat's Barbecue Restaurant, but thankfully, Liu Yonghe didn't completely lose his humanity, he didn't put human flesh in his mouth, and there was no need to dismember Liu Yonghe into eight pieces.
So, having never tried it before, he jokingly asked, "What does it taste like?"
"It smells delicious!" The driver laughed maniacally, kicking the tourists next to him awake. He pulled a knife from his pocket, its blade gleaming coldly in the starlight: "And you? Have you ever eaten human flesh? Did you like it?"
"It's not very tasty." The tourist shook his head very seriously.
"You ate it?" The driver was surprised, then flew into a rage, plunging a knife into the tourist's thigh: "You lied to me!"
"No, I really have eaten it. It was very rough and not very interesting."
You're lying to me!
The driver didn't see the usual fear or fury, but instead his expression suddenly became one of fascination and infatuation: "If you've really eaten it, you'll definitely like it... It's delicious... I... I really like it."
He pulled the knife out and looked at the blood on the blade. Fang Zong was also surprised to see the blood on the blade as well.
Human flesh...delicious...
Fang Zong asked, "You want to eat us?"
"The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, isn't that normal?"
The driver suddenly became normal, but this only made Fang Zong think that the man was crazy. He laughed and said, "But I don't want to just eat you. I want to find some companions. I hope to find 'nobles' who also like to eat people. Only a more noble race can enjoy eating people. Really, the kind of eating that is very artistic, not just killing."
He explained his plan in detail, including how to prepare the food, how to eat some of it but not kill it, and how to lock it up in a safe place so that even if the person died and became a ghost, they wouldn't be able to find him.
He handled each matter meticulously, making it clear that he was more of a highly intelligent criminal than a madman.
Fang Zong shook his head: "I don't think cannibalism is noble."
The driver laughed: "Why not? You can become stronger by consuming the essence of your own kind, especially children. Eating children's brains can grant you immortality."
"Boring." Fang Zong was too lazy to pay attention.
There's another bloodsucker in the family, but I don't really think he's noble; I still have to call him Principal.
He shook his head: "I don't want to play anymore."
Why not play!
Fang Zong was speaking to the tourists at the beach. It was obvious that the driver had misunderstood. He licked his lips and said, "The game has only just begun. Come on, rock, paper, scissors."
He had already explained the rules of the game: Fang Zong and the tourists would play rock-paper-scissors, and the winner would eat meat—not pork or mutton, but meat cut off from the loser.
The winner gets one piece, the driver gets one piece, so they have to cut two pieces.
The driver had already taken out the hot pot stove that was charging and the dipping sauce; he didn't like eating it raw.
"Okay, rock, scissors, clap!"
The tourists were very interested in playing, but Fang Zong suddenly stood up, the rope snapped, and he slapped the driver away.
"Hey, it hasn't even been an hour yet!" Haiyou shouted.
"Rock, scissors, face!" Fang Zong stomped on the driver's face, burying his head in the soft grass, and spat out, "small fry."
Then he turned around and stared at the tourists in the sea.
"He's really unlucky, because you're looking for me, aren't you?"
Fang Zong asked a question, but his tone was very certain.
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