In an instant, Fang Zong rushed to the front of a large ghost, grabbed one with his left hand and another with his right hand, and continued to derail and crash into it. He stood on one leg and hooked his leg around the third large ghost.
At the same time, sword energy shot out, shattering six or seven little devils and blocking the path of more than a dozen little devils.
"Dingdang, you've sensed the ghostly aura of the burned ghost. Ghostly aura +1!"
"Double kill! Congratulations to the summoner for a lucky break! You've gotten the Burning Ghost ability, Fire Resistance +1!"
"Triblekill! You've gone on a killing spree! Congratulations, Summoner, you've unlocked the Burning Ghost's ability, Fire Control +1!"
"Quadruple kill! You're close to going berserk! Congratulations, Summoner, for unlocking the Workshop Ghost's ability: Shock Resistance +1!"
Fang Zong killed the two large ghosts in his hands, then grabbed the head of the large ghost that was hooked by his leg, and dragged it forward while touching the corpse.
He also drew his white longsword and roamed freely in the ghostly black mist.
A large group of ghosts looked completely bewildered; they were speechless.
Logically speaking, shouldn't a group of people be chased around by a ghost? That's the way things work! Occasionally, there might be a brave living person, but without weapons, they'd be scared even at the sight of a ghost.
But what about now?
Without their living weapons, they were ruthlessly carved out a straight line by Fang Zongheng!
The world has changed, and they no longer recognize each other.
The ghosts were on the verge of tears.
Fang Zong killed three large ghosts in succession, his eyes fixed on the one that had been leading them.
Upon seeing this, the leading ghost almost wet himself in fright.
"No! There are so many ghosts, why are you staring at me?" It didn't care about anything anymore, randomly picked a direction, and ran away.
"Hey, bro, don't run away." Fang Zong smiled slightly and rushed over quickly.
He didn't care if the other ghosts escaped; after all, the probability of getting power from a small ghost was low, and it was impossible for all thirteen large ghosts to stay.
Besides, ghosts can be killed, but they can never be completely eradicated.
We'll touch them as many times as we can, and kill as many as we can!
Fang Zong was absolutely not greedy. He ran quickly, staring at the leading ghost and the smaller ghosts that blocked his way, cutting them all in two with a single sword strike.
Kungfu Ghost was about to cry; it felt that life was like a coffee table, full of tragedies.
When he was alive, Kung Fu Ghost was a martial arts enthusiast, Chinese Kung Fu! He finally managed to become a disciple of an Eastern martial arts school, learned the true teachings, killed his master, seized the school, and took his junior sister as his own. Relying on his Iron Shirt skill, he acted arrogantly and domineeringly, with a bright future ahead of him.
Unexpectedly, the dead master had a backup plan; when it had mastered the Iron Shirt technique to a certain level, it died.
"I'm already unlucky enough, why are you still following me? I'm hard to catch, I run very fast, go chase other ghosts!" Kung Fu Ghost continued to run away in tears.
Fang Zong didn't even bother to pay attention.
After three consecutive derailment collisions, Fang Zong approached Kung Fu Ghost and reached out to grab his shoulder.
"You won't catch me!" Kung Fu Ghost dodged with a simple iron bridge move.
"Kung Fu?" Fang Zong's eyes lit up.
"Yes, I know kung fu. I know your skills, and I won't let you catch me, nor will I hit you!"
Kung Fu Ghost continued to run away, and when he turned back, he said smugly, "Don't chase me anymore, there's no point in chasing me. Look at that ghost who fell from the building, his strength is no less than mine, go and catch him!"
“What you said is correct,” Fang Zong smiled.
Then, a derailed impact continued to approach, also adopting the starting stance of the "Three-Five-Eight Grappling Hand" technique, aiming to grab the Kung Fu Ghost's neck.
Kung Fu Ghost: "...Damn it!"
I know kung fu, and so do you. Are you trying to kill us ghosts?
Kung Fu Ghost suddenly stopped, performing a series of iron bridge maneuvers—one, two, and another—rapidly bringing its entire body close to the ground. Fang Zong also knew kung fu; it dared not spar, fearing a misstep could have dire consequences.
This is still in the suburbs, without as many buildings as the city center. It wanted to find a cave to go through, but unfortunately, none of the caves had thin walls.
Just like how you can't hide on the ground, if the obstacles are too thick, even a ghost can get stuck inside and become a fossil.
Suddenly, a small river appeared in front of us.
The river wasn't wide, but the current was rapid and it looked very deep. Kung Fu Ghost was delighted. He plunged into the water, raised his head, and sneered at Fang Zong.
"Stop catching me, go find other ghosts. That ghost who fell from the building is really good."
Kung Fu Ghost offered his advice with utmost seriousness.
But at this moment, Fang Zong took off his coat, his feet getting wet...
"The technique—Water Escape!"
With a loud bang, Fang Zong appeared in front of Kung Fu Ghost, creating a burst of water that sent Kung Fu Ghost flying. Before the ghost could escape, Fang Zong grabbed its foot.
"Dingdang, congratulations to the Summoner for having a lucky streak! You've obtained Kung Fu Ghost's ability, Copper Skin ability +1!"
In an instant, Fang Zong felt a surge of heat rush through his body, and his blood seemed to be vibrating wildly like a vibrating egg, pounding against every inch of his skin, including his younger brother's skin.
His skin tightened violently, becoming even more delicate and fine. Fang Zong could even feel his arms, chest, abdomen, and thighs contracting intensely.
The skin was pressed against the muscle, revealing every single strand of the large muscle mass!
Like steel bars, every detail is clearly visible!
"This feeling..." Fang Zong opened his mouth in astonishment, his eyes turning green when he looked at Kung Fu Ghost.
Actually, Fang Zong was more afraid of the FBI, where he worked, than the ghosts.
Nobody wants their head pointed at by a gun, and the FBI is an even bigger violent organization. If one day, seventy or eighty sniper rifles were aiming at you from a distance, it certainly wouldn't feel good.
But with just a +1 to copper skin ability, Fang Zong felt that ordinary knives couldn't cut through his skin!
What if it becomes a Dharma practice?
Are you no longer afraid of firearms?
Fang Zong grabbed at it with his other hand, his eyes gleaming with a deep, hungry light.
"Damn it! How could you go into the water? Are you even alive? Don't you need to breathe? Why the hell are you clinging to me like this?!"
Kung Fu Ghost really cried.
It gritted its teeth frantically, and before Fang Zong could touch the corpse a second time, it chopped off its own leg with a chop, then hopped on one foot, breaking through the water and rushing up the hillside.
It can still fly, but unfortunately, even with its strength, its flight is limited, and Fang Zong can only reach it.
Looking around, there was nowhere to escape.
With nowhere to escape, the Kung Fu Ghost simply crawled into the tank that had just been abandoned, slammed the top cover shut, and locked it from the inside.
Then, he cautiously peered out through the tank's periscope.
"Hey, is someone inside? No, wait, is there a ghost still alive?"
Fang Zong tapped on the tank's cold armor, and asked with a smile as he put on his coat.
"You're dead, get out!" Kung Fu Ghost said in a tearful voice, "You can't get in, why don't you go catch some other big ghosts? That ghost that fell from the building is really good, I'll even tell you its lair! Okay? Please."
Why, why do you have to keep chasing me?
Kung Fu Ghost was full of resentment.
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