He still harbored doubts, but then he heard Murong Zhen say with absolute certainty, "I've already said it, five thousand years of history are all in my mind, including the real tombs of these emperors, and all the places with dense ghostly energy..."
Soon, Fang Zong set off to leave.
The local branch of the Ghost Killing Squad had arranged vehicles in advance. When Fang Zong got on the bus, Murong Zhen, Xiao Hou, and the hundreds of demon corpses that accompanied them also boarded the bus to Dragon Valley.
"Take care of the Queen's injuries!"
Just as Murong Zhen was about to get into the car, Fang Zong drove by and tossed her a True Essence Pill: "If you really make the right prediction, I'll multiply your reward tenfold. You can have whatever you want."
"I need an ID card for the Empress!" Murong Zhen said decisively.
Fang Zong: "..."
"Can't you have some ambition?" Fang Zong threw another True Essence Pill at her: "I've given you the ID card directly. From now on, the Empress will be a citizen of our Eastern Kingdom. Even if she is a ghost, she will have the same rights and obligations. As for what you really want, think about it carefully. Don't make it seem like I'm stingy."
After saying that, Fang Zong closed the car window, and the vehicle kicked up a cloud of dust.
Murong Zhen shook his head with a wry smile, his expression extremely complicated.
What do you want?
What benefits does he want?
He himself didn't know what he wanted. He was too intelligent, so he became the kind of person who had no pursuit other than ambition. His only other pursuit was the owl, which had long since belonged to him.
So, what exactly does he need?
Murong Zhen couldn't figure it out at all.
"Never mind, I'll think about it when I have time." Murong Zhen boarded the bus and closed his eyes to rest.
He remained calm and composed, seemingly never worried that his deductions might be wrong...
When facing ghosts, Fang Zong is always reckless.
However, this time they were likely facing a former emperor, and they didn't know what level of supernatural power the emperor was at, so they were being cautious and chose to drive there instead of making a big show of using flying vehicles or recklessly expending their own power.
The highway was a constant flow of traffic, like a long, perpetually moving snake that would never stop. Fang Zong's vehicles weaved through it, but the car in front suddenly slowed down, made a slight turn, and continued forward.
When they arrived at his vehicle, they discovered a person floating in the middle of the highway.
"I lost him." Zhao Xiao's voice clearly reached Fang Zong's ears as soon as he spoke. He gestured for Fang Zong to open the car window and nimbly climbed inside. "That ghost was very powerful. It even shook me off. I heard it was Emperor Chongzhen, Zhu Youjian?"
"Perhaps, it depends on how accurate Murong Zhen's guess is."
Fang Zong spoke as he drove, but not only to Zhao Xiao.
When Zhao Xiao got into the vehicle, he saw a snow-white expanse in the rearview mirror and sat leisurely in the back seat.
Bai Baixue also arrived, without saying a word, but it was clear that after settling Zeng Rou in, she hadn't caught up with the ghost either.
They've come to form a group to gang up on the monsters.
For Bai Baixue now, monsters from within the last five thousand years are nothing, but for Bai Baixue in the past... even the Jade Emperor was nothing to brag about.
After Fang Zong spoke, there was silence. But that's good, it's good that Zhao Xiao and Bai Baixue didn't start fighting.
The vehicle continued its journey, and inside a deep mountain cave 800 miles away, there was a majestic yellow robe and little demons kneeling in worship.
"Your Majesty, shouldn't we lay low for a while?" Yang Lingshan asked, bowing his head.
On the stone dragon throne, another middle-aged man with a cold and stern face and a small mustache stroked the jade thumb ring on his left hand, his smile full of arrogance.
"Ling Shan, how many years have passed since you stole my body and buried it here?"
"Your Majesty, it has been nearly four hundred years."
"Yes, four hundred years, but people's hearts are restless and they have lost all wisdom."
Zhu Youjian chuckled softly: "A mere frame-up has turned the once-powerful suit-wearing thug into my weapon. He killed the Empress, and with the Yinshan Ghost King gone, he will be eager to cultivate new ghost forces as his defenses. Let's seize this opportunity and let the Yinshan Ghost King and Fang Zong fight to the death. By then, all the ghosts in the world will be under my control."
Yang Lingshan quickly said, "But what if we get caught? Let's stay here..."
“Not many people know about this place, so it’s difficult to find out,” Zhu Youjian said nonchalantly. “Of course, with Fang Zong’s status, position, and influence, he might be able to find out the real location where my body is kept in ten days or half a month. But they think, ‘If things are exposed, will I still stay in the same place?’ So they won’t spend a lot of effort searching for my burial place. Instead, they’ll look for places where I might be hiding. They think I will join forces with other ghosts, or fight to the death with many ghosts and the Yinshan Ghost King.”
"The most dangerous place is the safest place... Your Majesty is divinely wise and mighty!" Yang Lingshan was filled with admiration.
The relationship between the emperor and his ministers was harmonious, and the scene was even somewhat heartwarming.
Suddenly, a golden rod pierced through the cave.
The massive club trembled, forcefully creating a three-zhang-wide gap in the small hill above the cave, allowing sunlight to stream in like a beam piercing through the sky. "In Murong Zhen's words, you were a man of lofty ideals while you were alive," Fang Zong, Bai Baixue, and Zhao Xiao said as they fell from the beam of light. Fang Zong grinned at Zhu Youjian, "What a pity, your reality is far from idealistic."
Zhu Youjian: "..."
Why? He didn't even show his face, so how did Fang Zong find him?
Zhu Youjian couldn't understand it at all; his mind was a complete blank. Fang Zong, however, was overjoyed to see Zhu Youjian's Ming Dynasty dragon robe—a joy beyond measure.
This is...
Murong Zhen was right!
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