If you wanted to be emperor, fine, but you also made some foreign devils want to cooperate with you.
"If you don't want to be emperor, if you don't act out of personal selfishness, then the whole world is your enemy!"
Fang Zong shrugged, seemingly unconcerned.
If we're talking about seeing ourselves as enemies, most of the powerful demons these days probably have that thought.
He killed too many ghosts, even uprooting two entire groups of ghosts, and he also destroyed the Yin-Yang Path.
Those ghosts had long considered him their greatest enemy.
As for monsters and gods, monsters can try his cloud-tearing, wind-drilling eyes, but as for gods... times have changed. Even the future nature goddess of the Norse mythology was eaten by her own big yellow dog.
"Finally, aren't you afraid I'll betray you?" Ou Zizhan suddenly stared intently at Fang Zong.
Fang Zong waved his hand and smiled: "You know better than me to trust those you employ and not to employ those you don't trust."
What if I really betray you?
Fang Zong blinked: "Reason?"
"Can't find it!"
Ou Zizhan stormed off in a huff, scrolling through various documents on his phone as he went.
He never looks at his phone, he always reads paper books, but this time he couldn't care less. He searched for every clue, trying to find out how the ghosts would deal with Fang Zong.
They'll definitely use every possible means possible.
But specifically, which method will be used?
He must search diligently!
The night of September 13, 2019!
The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming to an end!
Aside from Ou Zizhan, Blood Scorpion also has no home.
In a valley shrouded in blood-red clouds, Blood Scorpion sat alone by the window, his fingers scratching the bamboo windowsill, creating a fresh mark.
"Forty-three years have passed. This is the forty-third Mid-Autumn Festival I have spent in the Blood Fiend Sect."
Blood Scorpion sighed softly, "There is no family affection in the Blood Fiend Sect, but why do I miss my wife who is far away so much every Mid-Autumn Festival? I have no family, let alone a wife. Why do I miss my dear wife in Gao Village so much every year on this day, except for Ou Zizhan?"
"Pooh!"
Suddenly, Blood Scorpion stood up, pointed at the empty space ahead, and cursed, "I knew something was messing with my brain! Gao Village? You think you're Pigsy? Pigsy carrying his wife? You little thief, let me tell you, there's no one in this world more shameless than me. No matter what you are, human or ghost, I'm not buying your act!"
After cursing to himself, Blood Scorpion sat back down, looked up, and his eyes suddenly flashed with nine sharp, rake-like rays.
Its power surged twice in a row.
He laughed loudly: "You really are Pigsy, you want to eat me? Trash! Idiot! Scum! Sun Wukong! You wanted to eat me, but I still managed to gnaw half of your flesh off. I'm a level six magic user now. I'll go find Ou Zizhan to show off first, then find Fang Zong to show off, and finally... never mind, I still can't beat the old sword demon."
He stroked the blood-red lotus on the table, which Dongfeng Express had airdropped directly down two hours earlier.
Because of this, the old sword demon even called him over to give him a warning, saying that just because he's joined the Ghost Slayers, he shouldn't dare to forget his roots.
"Heh, forgetting your roots?" Blood Scorpion laughed disdainfully.
In the entire Blood Fiend Sect's dictionary, there is no such word as 'forgetting one's roots'. If it weren't for the old sword demon's overwhelming strength, his extremely high seniority would only have aroused the sect's disciples' perverse desires to surpass, trample, and even torture him!
Just then, someone spoke from three hundred meters away. A young man stood at the entrance of his small courtyard, hesitant to enter.
"Elder, the Ancestor is summoning you."
Tell him I'll go right away.
Blood Scorpion quickly got up, first hiding all the Blood Lotus, then tidying his clothes, hiding at least thirty kinds of poisons and ten kinds of hidden weapons in his clothes, before pushing open the door and going out.
A blood mist filled the outside, staining the flowers, grass, and trees red.
Blood Scorpion sprinted for ten minutes before finally making a quick, slow walk to enter a giant sword-shaped hall carved into a cave.
Before I even went inside, a muffled rumble of thunder suddenly reached my ears.
"The four ghost alliances have offered a valuable treasure, requesting that you deal with the suit-wearing thugs. Do you dare to challenge them?"
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