"Of course." Fang Zong said with a touch of nostalgia, "When I first came to America, I lived in a dorm room, a two-person room, and he was my roommate. In a foreign land, we depended on each other for survival. I was even willing to eat human flesh before severing ties with him. You tell me, how deep was our bond? Was it deep enough to swallow whole?"
Ninth Sister rolled her eyes: "Fine, I know you two are close. Liu Yonghe told you where these kids are hiding, right? But did he tell you that the other side has firearms?"
Ninth Sister patiently and skillfully guided her.
Fang Zong also shook his head decisively: "No."
Ninth Sister suddenly flew into a rage and shouted, "No? Then didn't he still sell you out? Summoners and ghosts have no humanity, be careful he doesn't trick you to death! I don't want to die with you!"
Fang Zong just smiled, his kindness unwavering.
At this moment, Ninth Sister looked thoughtfully at the surveillance footage and suddenly understood.
Wait a minute, something's not right... You bastard, you're insulting my intelligence!
Ninth Sister suddenly went berserk: "Fang Zong! You you you you... do you believe I'll take you down with me?"
Fang Zong looked at Ninth Sister with pity.
This child's intelligence still needs to develop.
In fact, Liu Yonghe's attitude had always been subtle. Fang Zong knew that Liu Yonghe was on a particularly dangerous line when they were at the Cat's Barbecue Restaurant.
He ordered barbecue and waited for two hours, his murderous intent growing stronger. Then, Liu Yonghe stopped him from eating human flesh, leaving him with no choice but to sigh.
Liu Yonghe, the cat-loving man, still bears some resemblance to an old friend.
Fang Zong was willing to be lenient with his old friend, but there was a condition: he had to be on guard, such as with the surveillance and arranging for Lin Qiaoyu and Liu Yonghe to be together.
A half-dead man who makes human flesh dishes, and a ghost who cherishes his reputation.
These two are unlikely to have anything in common.
Fang Zong thought for a moment and then said, "Let's not mention Liu Yonghe. Who do you think is behind Laura the Ghost Doll and Nami in the carriage?"
"Behind?" Ninth Sister asked, puzzled.
"That's right, behind."
Fang Zong stroked his chin, looked at the smoke and fire on the screen, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Compared to Liu Yonghe, the matter concerning the ghost doll is more interesting.
The little soul slave at home is still weak, but the ghost doll and Nami have suddenly become powerful. Moreover, according to the FBI's intelligence, there is no news of a large-scale loss of weapons in San Francisco. Where did their firepower come from?
The probability of killing several arms collectors is low.
Fang Zong muttered to himself, "Laura and the others must have found a powerful backer. If they can arm themselves into an army, they can arm other ghosts into the same army. The world is about to change. This is no longer a simple game like in novels and movies. This is... a great era!"
"Huh?" Ninth Sister was completely bewildered; she really didn't understand.
Fang Zong simply shook his head, his smile carrying a profound meaning.
After the ghostly energy revived, Fang Zong was also curious about what kind of world this would become.
He bypassed the Great Firewall to access the internet in China and found many stories about the resurgence of spiritual or ghostly energy. But at most, the country would create a few more special departments, or at worst, offer courses in schools to teach people how to create ghosts.
Things are different now; the ghosts are going to become an army.
So, how should countries around the world deal with their own arms stockpiles?
Nuclear bombs, hydrogen bombs, thermobaric weapons, nuclear submarines, aircraft carriers... Compared to the entire Earth, there are just too many of these things, and it would be difficult to prevent them from being plundered and abused by the monsters.
In that case, what would the countries do?
Inside the cramped interior of the tank, Fang Zong seemed to see an overwhelming black wave.
He was swept up in the tide of this great era, and step by step, he was getting closer and closer to the eye of the storm...
"Fang Zong, come out here!"
Suddenly, a shrill sound came from outside.
Fang Zong glanced at the screen and saw that Laura and Nami had already surrounded them with the ghosts, but dared not get too close, so they frantically pulled the trigger from ten steps away.
Clearly, their rocket launchers were out of ammunition.
"Fang Zong, come out here! Don't cower like a turtle. Aren't you Easterners very concerned about your reputation? Are you even a man?!"
Nami, the ghost from the train carriage, stood at the very front, waving her two large, white, and perky breasts while cursing.
Fang Zong blinked, turned on the tank's external speaker, and then took a deep breath...
"Even a real man wouldn't sleep with you! You're not even alive! If my own brother freezes, can you afford to compensate me?"
"You, you, you, you're not a man, you're a coward!"
"Come in if you dare! If you dare to come in, my own brother will fight you to the death!"
"Gulp~" Suddenly, the sound of swallowing saliva filled the air.
Many ghosts stared intently at a certain disheveled ghost in the carriage.
Going out? That's definitely not going out. Fang Zong isn't afraid of having a lot of ghosts on the other side, but if it's a hail of bullets, he can't dodge them and he'll be killed!
Nami and Laura didn't dare go in either. What would they do there? Get groped by Fang Zong?
The two sides stared at each other through the large metal sheet of the tank.
"Alright, let him starve to death, let him die of thirst, let him suffocate!" Nami, the ghost of the carriage, made the final decision.
Fang Zong looked at the many ghosts outside, which were still scattered. Although they surrounded the area, they were quite organized. He smiled coldly, turned on his phone, and listened to music.
Are you trying to trap me? Do you think I can't make phone calls?
Just as science currently has no way to deal with ghostly energy, these ghostly beings also do not yet have the power to block communication. If Fang Zong hadn't been thinking about hiding his strength, he would have already brought Peter and the others over.
And so, the song, amplified by the tank's loudspeaker, echoed across the fields...
"Let us be companions in this mortal world, living freely and unrestrained! Galloping on horseback, sharing in the splendor of life! Let us drink and sing..."
A song for Nima!
Laura the ghost doll and Nami the carriage ghost looked at each other, speechless. Fang Zong, you...you think we don't exist?
The thirteen powerful ghosts nearly went mad, and their underlings, who were of low intelligence, were enraged and their ghostly aura soared to the sky. They were so angry that they tried to crash into a tank, and it was only with great difficulty that they were brought under control.
They stared at the hard sheet metal alongside Laura Nami, their eyes a dead green.
At that moment, the music suddenly stopped, and Fang Zong's surprised voice came out: "I say, how come you don't even have a ghost pagoda?"
"Fang Zong, I'll fuck your mother!" The leader of the thirteen great ghosts cursed.
Ghostly Pagodas? If they had ghostly pagodas with silver-armored corpse generals, would they still be here listening to your songs?
If there are three of them, they'll dare to flip the tank over and play with it, then carry it and throw it into the river to feed the fish!
Thankfully, they stopped playing music; it was nauseating.
"How pitiful, there isn't even a ghost pagoda." Fang Zong was very worried about the other party and manually changed the channel.
Then……
"Love for Sale," "The Mistress," "Ten Things You Shouldn't Have Done," "Bitter Coffee," "Wrong, Wrong, Wrong," "Can't Afford to Get Hurt," and "My Wife Is the Boss"—these super-powerful songs that would make people spit on them overnight were played in rotation.
All the ghosts: ˋ︿ˊ#
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