Fang Zong quickly caught up with Hu Batian.
A woman and a cat walked through the sky. The old woman looked back several times, but all she saw were snow-white clouds high in the Indian sky.
It has to be said that India's air quality is much better than that of the East. When Fang Zong used water escape techniques inside the white clouds, he felt that his speed was slightly faster.
Fang Zong also noticed that ice was beginning to form on the old woman's body. The chilling aura that belonged to the ghosts had not diminished at all; on the contrary, it had become even stronger.
The old woman is becoming more and more like a ghost, a selfish ghost that doesn't care about the lives and feelings of the living, only about what she 'wants' and what she 'wants to do'!
"It's quite difficult to handle," Fang Zong suddenly said.
"Meow?" Tiger Tyrant pulled on the hair of the cat, who was confused. The cat's eyes glazed over for a moment, and then it understood.
The little yellow cat is a rascal, but a clever one too. He likes to rely on his cat identity to get things done. He's a pet, so if he does something wrong, he might get kicked at most. He can't lose that identity. While being a pet, the little yellow cat is also very clear about human thoughts.
When Fang Zong said "difficult to handle," he meant that he couldn't kill him.
If the old woman turned into a ghost, Fang Zong would be more lenient in killing her, for example, by beheading her directly to spare her from torture.
Now, half-human and half-ghost, she hasn't completely transformed her identity; she's still Sophia's grandmother. The little yellow cat stretched out its paws, its paw pads rubbing Fang Zong's face, offering him some comfort. But when it opened its mouth, the words that came out were different from what it was thinking.
"Humans are such a hassle!" the little yellow cat said smugly. "If it were us cats, we'd just kill them and that would be it. If the mother cat objected, we'd just pin her down and beat her until she submitted. You humans are so troublesome, with all these rules and regulations, all this talk about ethics and humanity. It's disgusting!"
Fang Zong: ...His lips twitched.
He decisively grabbed the little yellow cat, crumpled it into a ball in his hand, and kicked it hard.
Hu Batian was kicked hundreds of meters away and flew back. Just as he was about to complain, he noticed that Fang Zong's gaze was fixed straight ahead.
He looked over and immediately rubbed his cat face with his paws: "Meow!"
That's insane!
What kind of deep obsession must one have to be so twisted!
They saw the old woman's steps getting faster and faster. At first, she was running, then she was using her own energy to fly, and now she was floating forward.
The old woman's body grew increasingly cold, all the cells inside her body were frozen to death, and she lost all signs of life. Her seemingly vigorous body crackled and popped as pieces of it fell off.
Its entire body shattered, but a solidified shadow broke free from it and rushed forward at high speed!
Fang Zong said with a toothache, "She turned into a ghost directly? She didn't even know she was dead, and the old lady turned into a ghost?"
Hu Batian nodded his little head stupidly: "What kind of hatred, no, what kind of obsession! We've seen plenty of ghosts in Shancheng, but I've never seen one with such a deep obsession... Old lady, you're awesome! You're even more troubled now, aren't you?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong nodded slightly.
Spirits and ghosts are different. Ghosts are very different from people when they are alive, and can be said to be completely unrelated. However, spirits are no different from people when they are alive, except for a particularly deep obsession.
The old woman has become a ghost; she's still the same old woman he and Sofia shared. She can't be killed.
But with such a deep obsession, the old lady is practically insane. She's a lunatic who can't be killed, and even a thug in a suit would find her incredibly troublesome!
"Should we just destroy the body and cover up the evidence?"
Suddenly, Fang Zong had a very 'unethical' thought...
"Vicas, where are you, Vicas?" The old woman had already run far away, and there was no one to be seen for miles around.
Fang Zong thought for a moment and realized that they had been chasing for more than two hours. They had long since run out of the village and entered the wilderness. Looking back, there was a foggy expanse of earth, and ahead was also a barren wasteland with some ground-covering plants and some towering, weathered rocks.
The wind howled, carrying with it the increasingly painful screams of the old woman, which were gradually becoming younger.
"Vikas, get out of here! Let's get out!"
"Vikas, come out here! Fang Zong is too terrifying. I can't let you die like you did sixty years ago. Come out here, let's go together!"
“Vikas…”
Fang Zong noticed that the old lady's clothes had a red background, adorned with gold beads and trimmed with gold thread. It was an Indian wedding dress. Her hunched back straightened up and became thinner and thinner. She was a little over 1.6 meters tall, just like Hima, and her slender figure was eye-catching.
That face, that face full of wrinkles, was now smooth and delicate. It couldn't compare to Sophia's appearance in New York, but it was more beautiful than Hima, captivating men...
"Vikas, my Vikas, my beloved Vikas..." the old woman kept calling out.
No, she can no longer be called an old lady; her beauty is breathtaking.
It was only then that Fang Zong realized he didn't know the old lady's name.
“Sulpi, my dearest Sulpi…”
At that moment, a man with dark skin but exceptionally bright eyes emerged from behind the tall, weathered rocks.
The man opened his arms, and the old woman, no, Surbi, flew into his arms like a butterfly. They were like a pair of heartbroken lovers deeply wounded by the world, pouring out their hearts to each other with tender affection, just like the boy buried in the sand and the girl who was crazy in love in an Indian movie.
Fang Zong smiled, shook his head, and looked behind the weathered rocks.
He had already seen Vikas. When Sulpi shouted, Vikas was lying on the body of a young girl behind the weathered rocks, his clothes disheveled, and he was groaning and thrusting.
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