There were many positions, some of which were quite obscene.
Kayako, as expected of a Japanese female ghost, was incredibly proactive, helping the Yinshan Ghost King unlock many different positions.
Fang Zong was planning to watch the Yinshan Ghost King "bring glory to the country," but unexpectedly, what he saw was a "tutorial video," a tutorial video by the Japanese ghost Kayako on how to unlock certain difficult poses for the Yinshan Ghost King.
The Ghost King of Yin Mountain, once the supreme ruler of the Yin-Yang Path, was a powerful figure (ghost) who had slept with countless women.
Compared to Kayako, she's practically an innocent child...
Fang Zong raised an eyebrow: "Was Zeng Rou's affair orchestrated by the Yinshan Ghost King?"
"If it weren't for something important, what ghost would dare to show up on this island right now, meow!"
Hu Batian was smug. After the incident where the four ghost alliances, or even the transnational ghost alliance, dealt with Fang Zong, the ghosts were like mice seeing a cat when they saw Fang Zong. Moreover, he was a cat, and the power of his human servant was his power.
Look, in this era of resurgence of ghostly energy, it's my cat owner who strikes fear into the hearts of ghosts!
The little yellow cat's eyes crinkled with laughter. Instinctively, it used its tiny paws to grab a two-meter-long fish and slammed it to the ground. "Cat slave, make... uh..." The title that had been blurting out of its head without any thought caught Hu Batian off guard. He immediately covered his head in shock.
Sure enough, with a 'bang', the little yellow cat was kicked out of the window.
"Hehe, Lord Thug, you and Lord Tiger have such a good relationship." Suddenly someone spoke, smiling.
A young man walked into the next room. His features looked particularly harmonious. He was the new president of the Taiwan Taoist Association. Although young, he was very sensible.
President Li Muyun glanced at the thrashing fish, clapped his hands, and two spirit maids dressed in ancient Taoist robes came out, picked up the fish, and left. Without Fang Zong having to say anything, he knew to help Hu Batian prepare the fish properly.
Then he lowered his head and stood aside without saying a word.
Meanwhile, Fang Zong was still staring at the little yellow cat's phone screen.
He had originally planned to turn off this little 'movie', but he discovered that the Yinshan Ghost King's aura was constantly growing stronger during his 'mating' with Kayako.
Kayako transformed into countless identical female ghosts, entangled with the Yinshan Ghost King. One male ghost and countless female ghosts resembled a group of maggots in a basin, yet they radiated a crystalline power that made Fang Zong feel a chill in his heart.
The ground beneath them was constantly melting.
They continued to sink deeper into the ground.
In the end, all that remained was a patch of dark, glossy soil...
"This is pure Yin soil, which is recorded in the ancient books of our Fangshi Association. It is said to be able to communicate between Yin and Yang and can directly reach the underworld. My master is very interested in this kind of thing, so I also know a little about it."
Li Muyun glanced at the screen and spoke tactfully, saying respectfully, "In ancient times, there were nine heavens and eighteen levels of the underworld. When the ghost soldiers and generals of the underworld came to the mortal realm, they had to use treasures to return to the underworld at a specific time. If they missed the time, ordinary little ghosts would be reduced to ashes. Only Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Black and White Impermanence, or even more powerful underworld generals could forcibly return."
When they returned, their power underwent a wondrous transformation, turning the surrounding soil into pure Yin soil. Pure Yin soil is extremely rare these days, yet such a large mass of it appeared.
Fang Zongxiao asked, "Will it be useful to you?"
"I dare not. The eighteen levels of the underworld have long since vanished. If I were to enter using pure yin soil, I would surely perish."
As if remembering something, Li Muyun looked lost and dejected.
Fang Zong ignored Li Muyun and let Li Muyun arrange his daily life.
After having afternoon tea, I looked at some medical information for a while, then watched a TV series. When I looked up, the sky was already turning yellow.
Time flies, but in the surveillance footage, it seemed like Zeng Rou was living through an eternity.
She waited for you from afternoon until dark, her beautiful face listless, and her movements somewhat restless—long-term invisible torment had caused her neurasthenia and tension.
We can't wait any longer!
Zeng Rou decided to call the police station. Just as she was about to dial the number, the doorbell rang. She opened the door with trembling hands and found two policemen standing outside.
Zeng Rou's mood suddenly relaxed, and she instantly understood the meaning of the word 'savior'.
On the other end of the surveillance screen, Fang Zong looked at Li Muyun with a puzzled expression: "Did you send these police officers?"
Li Muyun shook his head dumbly.
In fact, when Zeng Rou called the police, he personally received her. Because Fang Zong was in charge of the overall situation, he only gave Zeng Rou a perfunctory answer and would never send a police officer to accompany her.
Besides, while he is indeed the president of the Fangshi Association, the Fangshi Association is merely a non-governmental organization similar to a united sect, far weaker than the Dao Alliance.
Without Fang Zong speaking up, he wouldn't have had the authority to mobilize the police at all.
"Okay, maybe...heh."
Fang Zong chuckled and continued watching the surveillance footage.
Two police officers reported the results of their investigation to Zeng Rou, which made Fang Zong particularly suspicious. He wondered if he had been too relaxed, so much so that Zeng Rou had gone to another police station to report the crime, which he had overlooked. One of the police officers was older and, unlike his colleague, was not stunned by Zeng Rou's beauty. He spoke in a very formal and serious manner.
“Ms. Zeng Rou,” the older police officer knew Zeng Rou was emotionally unstable and tried to soften his voice, “Our investigation has yielded no results. Although it doesn’t make sense, it’s not impossible in cases of cyberbullying. We estimate that if someone really wanted to harm you, it would have happened tonight. So please cooperate and we need to stay here until early tomorrow morning.”
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