"Hey, what's going on? Did they change the person?"
Fang Zong said with a grin.
Zhao Xian immediately looked up, suppressing both his voice and his anger, and asked Fang Zong, "If you can save us, why won't you?"
"Because of the scientific principle, if I repeat it again I'll kill you."
Fang Zong retorted directly with one sentence. Seeing that the old ghost had crawled towards his feet, he squatted down and looked at the old ghost's wrinkled face with great interest.
Saving people? Of course not!
What Han Die and Zhao Xian just experienced was only a tiny fraction of the devouring power of Qishan Blood Milk.
Qishan Blood Milk only has the ability to cultivate a ten-day Blood Lotus; it's not particularly precious. It would only drain the entire Qishan area in a few hundred or a few thousand years, and it certainly doesn't have the ability to directly kill a person.
To put it bluntly, Han Die and Zhao Xian were just experiencing initial discomfort, a temporary spike in blood pressure. Once they adjusted, they would be able to climb back up on their own.
But clearly, fear had consumed Zhao Xian's reason, and he probably shook off Han Die and ran away on his own.
So when Han Die was in Wu Yongci's arms, Fang Zong glanced at Wu Yongci and showed a slight smile of appreciation.
"You just saved the little girl?" Fang Zong asked without turning his head, continuing to use the hilt of his knife to stroke the wrinkles on the old ghost's face.
Wu Yongci was quick-witted and knew Fang Zong was asking him a question. He smiled and nodded, "If you don't save us, we're doomed. Even if I don't save Han Die, I won't survive. It's better to save her this once..."
You know, I've been pursuing her for a long time. If I don't help her now, I'll lose face.
While Zhao Xian spoke with a smile, his head was lowered, and the anger hidden within was more vicious than the murky liquid in the abyss.
He gritted his teeth, not daring to provoke Fang Zong, but that didn't stop his inner rage.
I'm going to file a complaint against you! I'm definitely going to file a complaint against you!
I'm going online, I'm going to definitely smear you!
Zhao Xian concealed his dark side, but a poisonous fire erupted within him. Suddenly!
A huge gust of wind slammed him right next to the old ghost.
Tiger Tyrant licked his paws to wash his face, then spat twice and muttered, "So dirty, even we cats find this kind of bear-like creature disgusting." As he spoke, he rubbed his little paws on the ground.
Fang Zong laughed and tossed fifteen Blood Lotus blossoms to the little yellow cat, telling it to put them away. He then stroked the wrinkles on the old ghost's face and said, "I need these Blood Lotus blossoms. Why don't you just eat this guy and recover some of your strength?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the wrinkles on the old ghost's face trembled violently.
He shook his head with a wry smile after only two tremors.
The old ghost said helplessly, "Young man, you don't need to scheme against me. I've been a ghost for over eighty years and I've never eaten a single living person. Eighty years ago, I couldn't suppress the urge to devour the living, so I built this cave and lived in it alone. I would occasionally wander into the village, just to get a little bit of the living atmosphere. Eighty years, how long is that? I've long since completely suppressed the instinct to devour the living. I've only suppressed it, but... I've truly suppressed it completely."
Fang Zong remained silent and slapped Zhao Xian on the head.
His strength is over 200,000 jin, which is more than 100 tons.
It was as if three hundred safes had been smashed on Zhao Xian's head. Even though he controlled his strength, he was still slumped on the ground. After raising his head, he laughed in a particularly stupid way.
"Haha, you're all bastards, you're all idiots!"
"Han Die, you think I really like you? I just want to get my hands on you, you slut..."
One slap turned Zhao Xian into an idiot.
Fang Zong politely raised his hand and said with a smile, "Please forgive my poor hospitality, senior."
Old Ghost: "..."
Damn it!
Are you testing me, kid? Or do you really want me to devour this young upstart?
Aren't you the great general of the Demon Slayer Corps?
This was the first time the old ghost had ever seen someone like Fang Zong, a high-ranking official.
He lived in a chaotic era, but even in those times, officials still valued a basic sense of face.
Fang Zong doesn't care about anything. If he doesn't like something, he just doesn't like it. He's making use of it by inviting him to eat.
"Won't that work?" The old ghost was still hesitating.
Fang Zong said earnestly, "You can do it."
"Is it really not going to work?" The old ghost continued to resist his inner desires.
As the saying goes, "Old people are shrewd, and old ghosts are clever." This old devil had long seen through Zhao Xian, realizing he was the kind of seemingly dull-witted but actually a dark and cunning scoundrel not worth befriending.
But isn't eating bad people also eating people?
Fang Zong continued with a smile, "You can do it."
Her smile was gentle and kind.
Han Die was so frightened that she huddled in Wu Yongci's arms, not daring to utter a sound.
This...this is the force that rescued them?
She thought Fang Zong would save them; after all, a military general would save people. Just now, Fang Zong hadn't paid any attention to her and Zhao Xian, so she still held onto hope. But now, what hope did she have left?
Fang Zong knocked Zhao Xian senseless, and then let the ghost eat Zhao Xian!
How terrifying!
Wu Yongci's face stiffened, and his body trembled slightly as he said, "Military generals are not soldiers. Military generals are not soldiers. It's been said many times in the news. I didn't understand before, but I do now. Although military generals also kill ghosts and protect their country, if they were soldiers, their first priority would generally be to protect our lives. Military generals are different!"
He suddenly understood, staring bitterly at Han Die: "We brought this upon ourselves. From the moment we ventured into this place to explore, in the eyes of the military commanders, we were no longer citizens, but people courting death. The news broadcasts every day say there are no gods in this world, much less judges of the underworld like Ox-Head and Horse-Face; if you encounter anything unusual, you must avoid it and try to call the police..."
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