We made a mistake; we made the wrong decision when we came here!
"Hmm?" Fang Zong slowly turned around.
He looked at Wu Yongci and asked, "What else have you figured out?"
Wu Yongci hesitated for a moment, as if she wanted to speak but was too afraid to.
Fang Zong coughed and quickly replied, "I know you protect us to some extent, first me, then Han Die. But whether Han Die lives or dies depends entirely on your mood. As for me, you wouldn't mind taking me out with you if you wanted to. If Han Die's life is worth one dollar, mine is worth a thousand. As for Zhao Xian's life, hehe, it's a negative number!"
"Not bad, kid!" Fang Zong chuckled.
Wu Yongci is a good kid. He's smart and sensible. He's a little lacking in IQ, but his EQ is higher than Murong Zhen's.
If he had followed Murong Zhen, he would have become an outstanding strategist in three to five years!
“Kid, your life is worth a million now. After you get out, go to Dragon Valley in Shancheng. Just say I arranged it. Go there as a counselor. Your monthly salary will be the same as the students’.”
As Fang Zong casually remarked, he grabbed Zhao Xian's head and shoved it directly into the old ghost's mouth.
The old ghost's mouth was forced open, revealing a head the size of a soccer ball, but its mouth was larger than a basketball. It struggled painfully, yet its eyes gleamed with excitement. In its subconscious, voracious swallowing, Zhao Xian's body withered like a dead tree.
Old Ghost had recovered considerably, his old eyes glaring menacingly at Fang Zong. Suddenly, he turned around, his gaze burning as he fixed on Wu Yongci and Han Die.
"Eat, I want to eat!" he roared.
After suppressing his desires for eighty years, the old ghost broke his vows and could no longer hold back.
He roared fiercely, then grabbed his own throat, pinched out ten finger marks, and slapped his own face repeatedly.
Finally regaining his senses, he looked at Fang Zong and smiled bitterly.
"Young man, if I hadn't lost my temper just now, you would have killed me, wouldn't you?"
“Yes,” Fang Zong took a puff of his cigarette and pointed at Han Die with the finger holding the cigarette between his fingers, “Why don’t you try again and swallow this girl too?”
Han Die: "...No!"
Wu Yongci: "...Principal, please have mercy!"
The old ghost paused for a moment, then spat and said, "Young man, you were joking this time!"
The three people and the ghost fell silent. Fang Zong smoked by himself until the old ghost calmed down and his old eyes were completely clear. Then he tapped the ground with the hilt of his knife.
The old ghost laughed and said, "My surname is Han, and my name is Han Fangcheng. Young man, feel free to ask me anything."
Fang Zong snorted, "Say it yourself."
"Alright!"
The old ghost knew what Fang Zong wanted to ask.
It turns out that this place really is the territory of the Qishan Ghost Alliance, but before the ghost energy revived, it was just Han Fangcheng's home.
For eighty years before the resurgence of ghostly energy, the old ghost lived a secluded life. Although his days were not very comfortable, he was quite carefree. However, loneliness consumed his heart, making him gradually unwilling to live alone as a ghost.
When the ghostly energy revived, many ghostly creatures gathered around Qishan.
Han Fangcheng took in many ghosts and taught them to control their inner desires, not to devour the living, and to coexist peacefully with the living. Among them, Han Zheng was the most outstanding, and his strength and cultivation improved rapidly.
Han Zheng found a job delivering food in a nearby county and lived like a normal person, never making a mistake.
Later, Han Fangcheng felt even more at ease, so he adopted Han Zheng as his godson and entrusted the ghosts to Han Zheng's command...
"Xiao Zheng is a good kid, he's just a bit too ambitious."
Han Fangcheng sighed, "Everything was fine at first. The ghosts were well trained by Xiao Zheng. But later, when he heard that the Yin-Yang Path had fallen apart, Xiao Zheng had some ideas."
"Young man, you know that ghosts are reviving in the world today. Whether the living will rule the world or ghosts will rule the globe is still uncertain. The Yin-Yang path has fallen apart, which is like the Qin dynasty losing its deer, and the whole world is chasing after it… Xiao Zheng… sigh… you should be able to guess what happened next."
Fang Zong nodded: "Yes, I guessed it."
It's quite simple. To put it bluntly, it was a power grab. Han Zheng imprisoned Han Fangcheng.
His smile was particularly kind, and his attitude towards the old ghost seemed much more amiable.
But suddenly, the knife was drawn, its sharp blade landing directly on Han Fangcheng's neck:
"I roughly understand, but there's still one thing: what is a blue butterfly? I'm really confused about seeing things in life on a butterfly's wings."
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