Looking at the Yin-Yang King reduced to ashes, Fang Zong fell into deep thought.
He only has one soul slave, the little soul slave Laura.
So, should we keep this newly acquired soul slave or not?
Ninth Sister thought to herself, "If you crush these three fragments, you should have enough blue iron crystals to synthesize a magic weapon."
Fang Zong shook his head and remained silent.
In terms of equipment, he has the Shattering Star Blade, a magic weapon, and the Yin Preservation Wood, which is used to store the cold iron ghost energy. The Thunderclap is outdated and can only be used as an auxiliary tool.
He desperately needed equipment, but what kind of new magical artifact should he get?
Clothes? Shoes? Knee pads or shoulder pads?
It's a tough decision.
Ninth Sister added, "If they stay to be soul slaves, the Yin-Yang King can recover his level four magic skill within half a year."
Fang Zong shook his head again.
To acquire a powerful expert at the fourth level of the skill realm within half a year is undoubtedly a wonderful thing. Whether it's the Dao Alliance, the Ghost Slaying Team, or any other sect, they're all overjoyed.
But if it were him, he would find it utterly useless.
Half a year? As long as his luck isn't too bad, would he still care about a fourth-level technique after half a year?
"Forget it, I don't care about being a Yin-Yang King, but there are still more than a hundred vacancies for monsters and more than a hundred spirits in the school. I'll think about it and talk about it later."
Fang Zong put away the three blue fragments, turned around and said, "Let's go."
Xue Nuo swallowed a piece of ice cream, clutching her tummy and complaining of the cold, but still asked Fang Zong, "Where are we going?"
"Yutian Village".
"What's the point of going there? I've already blown it up."
"Blow...blow it up?" Fang Zong was completely dumbfounded.
Several young Taoist priests gritted their teeth and shrank back. Listen to this: an entire village was blown up, yet this young lady looked perfectly normal and was even happily munching on an ice cream cone.
Witch! Killer! Village destroyer!
The young Taoist priests and nuns dared not utter a sound. After looking around, they followed Fang Zong and the other two.
Standing amidst the ruins, Fang Zong was disheveled, because the village... was really... completely... destroyed.
There wasn't a single intact house, nor a single intact tree.
Amidst the ruins, smoldering embers still emitted smoke, which would reignite with a gust of wind. Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps approached, and Fang Zong turned around to find a dozen villagers running toward him, their faces contorted in pain.
"Ah Cui!"
"Sister, sister!"
"My daughter, my daughter..."
These dozen or so people, young and old, had pain that seemed almost tangible, about to drip from their faces.
Fang Zong initially thought they were crying because they had no home, but after asking them a few questions, his face darkened.
Yutian Village has 463 people registered.
Currently, only a little over a hundred people are still alive!
Especially among those who are even slightly pretty, from eight years old to thirty-eight years old, not a single one is alive!
The villagers, who had been bewitched and couldn't remember anything, are now remembering and more and more are rushing back to the village.
They didn't care whether they were still fighting or whether they would die; they just held onto a sliver of hope that their loved ones were still alive and could be saved!
"The Yin-Yang King has really courted disaster."
Fang Zong shook his head, reached into his pocket, and squeezed hard.
The three blue fragments vanished instantly, and the Yin-Yang King was reduced to ashes. Even the Three Lives Stone, a legendary treasure left in the underworld, would not leave any trace of the Yin-Yang King.
When the soul slave is destroyed, the soul vanishes.
Evil will be punished, and the justice of Heaven is clear!
"Wait here, I will arrange for someone to come and pick you up and give you a place to settle down and live a good life."
Fang Zong appeased the villagers, but of course, he could only offer some material compensation, which could be considered as Xiao Nuonuo compensating the villagers with their houses and land.
There was really nothing that could be done about the emotional aspect, because after the Yin-Yang King died, the effect of the 'ghostly blindness' spell disappeared, and the villagers soon discovered hundreds of corpses somewhere in the village.
The sight of it evokes painful memories, making it uninhabitable.
Fang Zong called the city's ghost-killing branch, and the other party yelled that it was their mistake to take over the matter of relocating villagers and compensation.
“They’re so pitiful.” Xue Nuo put down her ice cream cone.
Li Xiaoran nodded slightly.
They were just rather indifferent, but not cold-blooded, which was what Fang Zong liked most about them.
Li Xiaoran asked Fang Zong, "What do we do next?"
Fang Zong laughed and said, "I'm going to find some other ghosts. I'll just wander the world and treat it as a vacation... Why are you here? Are you looking for me?"
Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoran turned her head away with a cold expression.
Xue Nuo said with a grin, "Haha, Xiao Ran is angry, right? A Zong, you always go it alone. Have you forgotten that you have me and Xiao Ran as teammates? Xiao Ran and I are working very hard. We are both at the second level of the spell level now, and we will soon be at the third level. Together, we can kill a fourth-level spell user. You can't leave us behind again!"
Fang Zong: "This..." He hesitated.
Li Xiaoran said, "Old Wang sent a message saying that tomorrow is the Ghost Festival, and the country is preparing to rearrange the Tiger List rankings for the Ghost Festival. He wants us to go together. After the Tiger List rankings are finished, Xue Nuo and I will help you deal with the ghosts."
"It really won't work." Fang Zong shook his head again.
"Why not?" Li Xiaoran stared at Fang Zong's face, not angry, just asking.
Fang Zong smiled wryly: "As you know, I can control ghosts. I can only find those at least at the fourth level of the magic level. If I encounter a fifth-level ghost, I'll fight it. I'm not afraid of a sixth-level ghost either. If a seventh-level ghost doesn't run away, I can crush it just the same. But you guys are no match for me. It's too dangerous."
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