"Dingdang, you have obtained a defensive technique +1, and your Iron Armor Silver Armor has been upgraded to level two!"
"Double kill! You have touched the evil aura +1!"
"Triblekill! Summoner triple kill! Triple kill! Triple hit on Dragon's Blade Technique +1, Killing Slash upgraded to level 3!"
After touching it three times in a row, I actually found the key twice.
The technique 'Iron Armor Silver Robe' works on the outer skin and body hair, while the enhancement of the technique 'Killing Slash' transforms into a sharp energy that continuously circulates within the body.
It felt like being in a sauna, both inside and out, but even more deeply, penetrating to the very core of every cell. The blissful feeling was beyond human comprehension, an indescribable comfort that reached an extreme.
"Really, it's really even more popular now!" Fang Zong suddenly shuddered, clenched his fists, and his voice was a little unsteady.
Just as they were feeling happy, they saw Prince Ning's tall body collapse as if deflated, his ancient robe loosening, and a shiny object fell out, drifting and sinking to the bottom of the water.
"What is that?" Fang Zong pulled Prince Ning underwater and quickly caught up with the thing being swept up by the current. He grabbed it and found it was a cell phone.
He thought for a moment, then followed the underground waterway… “Method of… Water Escape!”
A huge bubble suddenly appeared in a small river three miles away from Xishan Park. The bubble burst, and Fang Zong dragged Prince Ning down to the ground on the riverbank.
Fang Zong slammed Ning Chao to the ground and then checked his phone.
It's quite fashionable; it's the latest Apple XX, and the high-end version at that!
Without saying a word, Fang Zong kicked Prince Ning in the face, saying with exasperation, "Do you know about the nationwide boycott of Apples?"
"I don't know." Prince Ning was almost in tears.
Another kick: "Do you know that Apple forcibly charges users and various software a toll?"
"Waaah, I really didn't know! Little King has been dead for over a thousand years!" Prince Ning's eyes turned red with anxiety.
"As a thousand-year-old ghost, you don't support domestic products, you deserve to die!" Fang Zong slapped Prince Ning across the face.
"Dingdang, the summoner's luck is off the charts! Touched Yin Qi +1!"
Ninth Sister's somewhat disappointed voice rang out.
Fang Zong paused for a moment, observed Prince Ning, and found that Prince Ning's body was not as firm, and black hair had grown out, and his skin looked like it was rotting.
Clearly, Prince Ning is already a minor figure.
Prince Ning's face was twisted from the beating, and he begged for mercy, baring his teeth: "Hero, spare me, hero! I'm just a little devil now, I'm no threat to you, hero!" He called him "hero" over and over again, more affectionately than calling his own father.
Fang Zong curled his lip, said nothing, slammed his fist into the ground, then pointed to the large crater he had created and said to Prince Ning, "Go in!"
"What?" Prince Ning was dumbfounded.
"From the moment you tried to bury me alive, I decided I would dig a hole for you, bury you, and build you a grave." Fang Zong narrowed his eyes. "Are you going to jump in yourself, or should I help you lie down in there?"
"Little Wang, go in, go in!" Prince Ning decisively jumped into the pit.
It's just being buried alive, right? It's only a few meters deep, they won't die!
Prince Ning had no shame. When Fang Zong threw dirt into the hole, he even ruffled the dirt, his smile full of flattery.
Fang Zong smiled at him, a kind and friendly smile.
Soon a mound was formed, and Fang Zong took out Prince Ning's phone and began to look through it.
"That's strange~~~" Fang Zong muttered to himself.
He had just discovered that the phone didn't have a password, which was why he buried Prince Ning. But upon closer inspection, he realized something was amiss.
Too much is missing!
The phone has no boot screen, no contacts, no messages, no browser, only two bare icons on it.
One is a certain voice message; once opened, it immediately emits a hollow, eerie sound, like an echoing echo from a cave.
"Friday, Qingming Festival, the Western Hills are teeming with ghosts!"
Fang Zong immediately turned off the voice recording; clearly, this was something Prince Ning used to slack off.
The other was a messaging app. When Fang Zong opened it, he was even more surprised. There were no friends on it, only a QQ group called 'Yin Yang Road'.
When I opened the QQ group, there was no chat history and no one was speaking. When I clicked again, I found that I couldn't send messages. There were only the names of the group members on the first page, and it was obvious that there were many more that I couldn't see after that.
"Thousand Locust Trees, Fallen Guest, Moon-Gazing Hermit, Old Ghost of the Past... what are these names?!" Fang Zong looked through them one by one and asked, "What is the Yin-Yang Road?"
"I can't say, I can't say it!" Prince Ning answered decisively.
Fang Zong was even more decisive, kicking half of the grave mound away: "Do you want to die, or do you want to die, or perhaps die a violent death?"
Prince Ning panicked and hurriedly said, "Hero! Your Majesty! Spare me, Hero King! It's not that I'm unwilling to talk about it, it's that I really can't. My Nine Sons' Hanging Coffins have been broken, so I'm no longer qualified to mention the Yin-Yang Road. Asking me about this is making my head explode!"
"You've been dead for so long, do you still have a brain?"
Fang Zong was very suspicious of this. After thinking for a while, he took out his phone, which was specially made by the FBI and had the Ghostbusters check it again. It was optimized to be super waterproof and super pressure resistant. He then clicked to play the software.
Immediately, the phone projected three Hatsune Miku images—blue, yellow, and green—and, accompanied by music, they danced joyfully onto the grave.
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"Prince Ning, Prince Ning, you bastard, you bastard, open the door, open the door, open the door!"
"You've got the guts to steal a man, now you dare open the door!"
"Pfft!" Prince Ning, who was underground, almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
The mound was low and the soil layer was very thin. Prince Ning was absolutely certain that he could easily dig through the soil and jump out.
But opening the door? Going out? Fang Zong would definitely beat me to death, wouldn't he?
That's right, he'll definitely get beaten to death.
The current situation is completely different from the one in front of the bronze gate!
As Fang Zong watched the dance, he casually lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then saw Meng Laode, Li Xiaoran, and Xue Nuo, leading more than a dozen powerful cultivators at the Dharma Gate level, jump over.
The crowd gathered in a circle, staring in disbelief at the lively scene on the grave.
"Is this what dancing in front of a grave looks like?" Li Xiaoran's lips twitched. Ever since she met Fang Zong, she felt that her image as a military general had collapsed.
Xue Nuo excitedly munched on her ice cream, eager to join in the fun, and skipped over, saying, "Is Prince Ning dead?"
"Jump a little longer." Fang Zong was in no hurry.
Upon hearing this, Meng Laode's cunning eyes widened suddenly, and he exclaimed in surprise, "So he's not dead yet? Good! We've captured the great ghost of the old tomb alive, which is far more meritorious than killing it! Xiao Zong, this old man will definitely put in a good word for you, this Prince Ning..."
"Don't even think about it!" Fang Zong shook his head decisively, gave a wink, and Xue Nuo tacitly stuck two kitchen knives into the grave.
With a crackling sound, a burst of purple lightning flashed.
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