Yang Yuying said nonchalantly, "Our history is long, and we not only have many ghosts, but also many powerful ones. You should have noticed that Lei Jiu encountered a ghost, and many disgusting ghosts have also appeared in my house."
She slammed the axe into the ground and roared, "They're just little devils! If they dare to come out, I'll kill them! But we're not warriors. Some clever ones can kill them but can't find them, and they've turned my house upside down! I can't afford to lose face by going to the Taoist Association!"
"Understood." Fang Zong waved his hand, and Lin Qiaoyu flew away.
Yang Yuying smiled knowingly, and with a flick of her wrist, a plane ticket back to Shancheng landed in front of Fang Zong.
"Labor fees".
"Isn't that too cheap?" Fang Zong exclaimed, his eyes wide.
"I'm a friend, so I'll give you a friend's price!" Yang Yuying laughed heartily.
Fang Zong laughed along, not feeling like he'd been taken advantage of.
It was just a small favor, but it deepened our friendship. How wonderful!
Yang Xiaoliu could easily resolve such a small matter by returning home, and now he has gained another friend in China.
Suddenly, Fang Zong felt that the road ahead was bright and he was not so lonely anymore.
"Dingdang, the summoner's luck has turned incredibly bad!"
"Double kill! The summoner's bad luck has really struck!"
"Triblekill! The summoner's bad luck has exploded!"
Late at night, Lin Qiaoyu returned.
Most of the ghosts he caught were those created from the deaths of other ghosts. Since a drop of their life essence was swallowed, the ghosts they created were weak. They were the kind of creatures that could only be touched by their yin energy, and Fang Zong didn't even bother to touch them.
There was one that barely qualified, but unfortunately it was too weak, only managing to touch three wisps of ghostly energy.
Lin Qiaoyu said briefly, "There are many ghosts on Taiwan, more than ten times more than in San Francisco. The powerful ones all band together, and I can't beat them."
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong nodded.
Then I couldn't sleep.
According to FBI intelligence, there are many ghosts in the Eastern Kingdom. Fang Zong didn't pay much attention to it because in the era of ghost resurgence, not only are there more ghosts, but there are also more powerful figures.
The Eastern Kingdom is not lacking in talented people and extraordinary individuals. The so-called heroes and generals are those who are born with or have mutated a power node. When the energy of ghosts is abundant, their strength will increase rapidly.
This also applies to Taoist priests of the old days.
Leaning against the sofa, Fang Zong idly smoked a cigarette, his thoughts somewhat melancholy.
I thought all the ghosts in the country would be killed, but I didn't expect that there would be so many little ghosts that can only slowly torment ordinary people.
In such an environment, ordinary people can't live a stable life!
"I wonder if my parents have ever encountered ghosts?"
Thinking of this, Fang Zong made a phone call.
Only after hearing her parents' voices could she fall asleep peacefully.
The next day, night!
Fang Zong boarded a plane to his hometown of Shancheng.
After I got off the plane, my father was waiting outside the airport.
The family runs a card and mahjong parlor, which can't be left unattended. The parlor is Fang Zong's source of funding for his overseas studies and also the livelihood of his entire family. Unfortunately, his mother couldn't pick him up from the airport.
"Ah Zong, are you tired from the flight?"
The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He bore a striking resemblance to Fang Zong in his features, but showed no signs of the typical middle-aged or elderly man becoming overweight. He was quite thin, and his temples were already slightly gray.
He was dressed in casual clothes, but Fang Zong had seen this outfit three years ago.
Fang Zong's father, Fang Yongsheng, was a workshop director at the Shancheng Urea Factory when he was young. During the wave of layoffs, he went into business and made a lot of money.
But all the money earned from the card and chess room was spent on Fang Zong.
A row of taxis was parked near the airport. Fang Yongsheng hailed one and went to collect Fang Zong's luggage.
"Dad, let me do it, the luggage is a bit heavy." Fang Zong grabbed the suitcase, and his eyes turned red as he called out "Dad".
To save some money, we haven't seen each other for three years.
My father is getting old.
Fang Yongsheng, however, was as stubborn as an old man. He suddenly pulled the suitcase over, lifted it up, and insisted, "Dad, take it!"
...
The airport is on the outskirts of Shancheng, and the journey back is long. Fortunately, transportation is convenient, and it didn't take long to reach the old street where my home is located.
This old street, lined with shops on both sides and residential buildings above, was built after the first batch of houses in Shancheng were demolished, and it has been there for several decades.
Fang Zong's home is on the third floor, which is exactly one floor above the storefront. There is a platform, and opposite the door of his home is a whole row of storage rooms.
During the economic downturn, Fang Yongsheng bought three storage rooms, knocked them down, put two mahjong tables in them, and connected them to two rooms in his house, making a total of four mahjong tables.
The small amount of money charged per table is enough for the family to live on.
The taxi stopped on the side of the old street, and Fang Yongsheng stubbornly pulled out his suitcase again.
Fang Zong got out of the car, then suddenly stopped and said with a smile, "Dad, you go up first, I'll go buy a pack of cigarettes."
"We have some at home!"
"You go up first..." Fang Zong laughed.
Watching his father go upstairs, Fang Zong suddenly frowned, and his anger turned into flames that roared up.
He was no ordinary person. When he entered the old street, he felt like he was being watched. It wasn't just one or two people, but many. After investigating, he also discovered many auras that were far more powerful than those of ordinary people.
Just monitoring him is fine!
He was cornered by Lei Jiu in Taiwan, but he didn't get angry. But now, the other party isn't monitoring him, but his family!
He became agitated, as if a fire was burning wildly in his chest, and his skin gradually turned red!
"Get out here!" he shouted coldly.
He spoke in a low voice, so it didn't disturb the shopkeepers or people on the street, but he knew the other person had heard him.
A young man stepped forward; he was very strong, and his fists looked like two iron hammers the size of bowls.
"You'd better behave yourself!" the young man said menacingly as he approached.
"Bang!" A punch!
The young man bent over like a shrimp, vomiting a lot of sour fluid, even bringing up his dinner from the night before.
Instantly, Fang Zong felt a tingling sensation on his skin, as if countless needles were pricking him. He knew exactly what that feeling was like—a gun was pointed at him!
"Fine, so you want me to make a scene? I returned to the country without a high-ranking position and generous salary, and this is the kind of treatment I get?"
Fang Zong was furious.
At this moment, the young man grabbed his arm and got up, his eyes bloodshot, as if he wanted to hit him.
But he seemed to hear something, paused for a moment, then suddenly stomped his foot and pulled a hidden earpiece off his ear.
"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Put down your guns!" A very faint voice came through the earpiece.
Before long, an elderly man dressed in what looked like a white coat and white trousers, as if he practiced Tai Chi, came over in a hurry. He grabbed Fang Zong and said with a smile, "Little Zong, right? Welcome back to China! Welcome back to China!"
He grabbed Fang Zong's hand and shook it: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! The old man didn't send people to harm your family, he wanted to protect them! There are more and more ghosts in our Shancheng, and as a great talent who has returned to the country, the old man will definitely protect your family!"
"real?"
Fang Zong gave a stiff laugh, then his expression suddenly changed, and he said coldly, "I'll take it as true!"
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