Ninth Sister's skills, official title: Pick-up, nickname: ...Corpse Looting.
Of course, there were other benefits when you got Jiu Mei, such as 'initial equipment'. Yin Cun Mu was the initial equipment that came with Jiu Mei.
Green is slightly better than white, slightly worse than blue, two points worse than orange, three points worse than red, and...
There's no comparison anymore, this is utter garbage!
“Green…” Fang Zong’s tone was melancholic.
The redwood trees in the apartment courtyard were very tall. Moonlight filtered through the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows through the windows. There were no lights on, which contrasted beautifully with the red and gold glow emanating from Ninth Sister.
Ninth Sister also felt resentful.
Ninth Sister did not exist before.
In short, Ninth Sister possesses countless treasures such as the Seven Arrows of Nailhead, the Treasure-Dropping Coin, and the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife. With a wave of his hand, he gathered them together, as if a robber had entered a treasure vault with a furnace, melting and burning the treasures, kneading them into a ball, and taking them away!
Therefore, Ninth Sister is not the Seven Arrows of Nailhead, nor the Treasure-Dropping Coin, nor the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife.
She is called Ninth Sister because nine is the ultimate number!
I think I should... call out... Fang Zong... "Daddy?"
Ninth Sister: ~~~~~~~~In shock.
Do not attempt resuscitation!
Fang Zong picked up the Yin-preserving wood, which was just a palm-sized piece of wood formed by the gathering of Yin energy. It was pitch black and icy to the touch, but otherwise nothing special.
However, this is a magical artifact, and Fang Zong cannot use it yet.
Abilities, methods, spells, supernatural powers, killing formations, and great supernatural arts are what Ninth Sister refers to as power levels. Fang Zong has a stitching ability, and to use magical artifacts, one must at least possess a spell.
So he put it down and picked up the second green fragment of the Lara Croft doll.
"I have a feeling something's not right," Fang Zong muttered.
"What's wrong?"
Nine Sister shook off her wild thoughts and hummed along with Fang Zong's words: "It's just a piece that fell off. You got the ability to stitch things up from the Scarecrow, and you also got the ability to stitch things up from the Skinflint. The Skinflint even dropped this. It's obvious that the evil spirits are recruiting. The Skinflint and the Scarecrow are both Lara's subordinates!"
Um?
Recruiting wet nurses?
Fang Zong paused, his hand still.
Ninth Sister continued, "Now that the ghostly energy has revived, powerful ghosts and monsters are expanding their influence and seizing mountain strongholds. Do you think American heroes are so powerful? I've seen Spider-Man and Hulk movies. They're easy targets when they meet Lara Croft. Storm and the like can beat Lara, but when they meet zombies or drought demons, they're easy targets too."
"Mutual generation and mutual restraint?" Fang Zong had some understanding of the mutual generation and mutual restraint in traditional Chinese medicine.
Ninth Sister sneered: "You can touch any ghost or monster, no, you can pick them up! But if you encounter someone like Spider-Man or the Hulk who fights with fists, you'll be slapped to death."
Fang Zong: "..."
It's as if bullets can't kill you.
Fang Zong felt there was no need for a hero to intervene. In the United States, a country where private gun ownership is legal, a Browning… “It doesn’t matter. I don’t like fighting. I just want to learn some skills and improve my medical abilities.”
"You don't like fighting?" Ninth Sister scoffed.
"Is there a problem?" Fang Zong asked with a smile.
He finally understood. The resurgence of ghostly energy had brought forth heroes. Clearly, various advanced technologies were far superior to modern medicine, but ordinary people could still only access ordinary hospitals and ordinary doctors.
His surgical suturing skills are already world-class. Three months later, when he returns to China with his graduation certificate, won't he still be a great doctor returning home in glory?
Once you encounter more ghosts and monsters and improve your medical skills, even advanced technology will be trash!
Ninth Sister said quietly, "What you touch might not be a medical skill."
"Then I'll be omnipotent and omniscient!"
Fang Zong said resolutely, "One day, I will become the most amazing doctor in the world!"
Twenty years of hard study, my major... I absolutely cannot throw it away!
As the saying goes, Yin reaches its extreme and Yang begins to emerge.
Today, Fang Zong received six clusters of ghostly energy. Three clusters condensed into one, and Fang Zong received two clusters of yang energy.
The yang energy felt like an exploding fire, burning in his lower abdomen, surging through his blood vessels, strengthening his muscles and bones, and increasing his strength. Fang Zong felt his blood burning hot, and the urge to procreate brought about by the fundamental improvement in his body made his mouth dry.
Besides... it's not good to hold it in.
Fang Zong took out his phone, only to find it was out of battery, so he decided to go out.
It was nighttime, and the lights outside were bright.
The international student apartment is a three-story villa with an attic. He likes peace and quiet, so he lives in the attic. The landlady, Sophia, who is also his current girlfriend, occupies the third floor all by herself. The first and second floors are occupied by other international students.
Unfortunately, Sofia wasn't home.
Self-reliance leads to abundance, and Fang Zong planned to solve the problem himself.
Ninth Sister: "...My eyes! Aaaaaahh ...
...
2019.
The third day of the new year!
Unfortunately, Ukdo's ghost didn't appear that night. Fang Zong wasn't surprised; being killed by a ghost doesn't necessarily create an evil spirit.
He got ready and went out for a drive in his old car. It was his day off, and he didn't have to go to work.
The international student dormitory was quiet; the corridors and the lawn outside were deserted.
At that moment, a little girl dressed in a kimono, walking like a kitten on tiptoe, crept up into the attic, holding the landlord's key in her hand.
"Shanzi, what are you going to do?"
Sophia suddenly appeared, as if she had walked out of thin air from the wall, but Shanzi was not surprised.
“I think… Fang got up and went out, so I wanted to tidy up his room, make a folding bed, you know, in Japan…”
"This is San Francisco, not Japan!"
Sofia wore an off-the-neck top, her perfect shoulder and neck lines flowing out an even more perfect curve. At first glance, she looked as gentle and charming as water, but she seemed like a tigress, squinting her eyes and her coffee-colored eyes flashing.
"This isn't India either!" T-shirt retorted sharply.
Shanzi still remembers that the night before last, her heart rate was low, her blood pressure was low, her pupils were constricted, and her lips were purple. She thought she was going to die far from home when she saw Fang Zong, and it was Fang Zong who saved her.
"I encountered a ghost the day before yesterday, and Fang Zong saved me. I should do what I should do." Shanzi said gently.
"It was Fang Zong who saved you!"
"But until the day before yesterday, we all thought Fang Zong was an ordinary person!"
Sofia's apartment is not an ordinary apartment.
Besides a dozen or so ordinary international students, this apartment also has four extraordinary international students: Fuyuki Sumiko from Japan, the landlady Sofia from India, Zhao Xiaoliu from the East, and Fang Zong, who seemed ordinary before but suddenly saved Sumiko's life.
Sophia pouted: "Given Fang Zong's personality, he'll make the bed when he gets up, but I'll allow you to mess it up and make it again."
Shirt: "...What?"
We still have to get in!
Shanzi stepped into the room in her wooden clogs and slammed the door shut. Just then, a dark shadow eagerly drifted into Fang Zong's bedroom.
Accompanied by wails, despair, and billowing black smoke spreading in all directions!
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