Fang Zong believed that the generals of the Ghost Killing Squad were no different from ordinary people.
I'll cry, I'll laugh, and I'll feel awkward sometimes. But after the laughter and commotion, I'll still go back to work, study, and keep improving myself.
After parting ways with Li Xiaoran and the others, Fang Zong went back to the Ghost Killing Team to settle some accounting matters before returning to the old street.
Little Soul Slave was still watching the clinic, but inside, Dad was making do on the hospital bed, dozing off.
"Dad, wake up, go back to your room and sleep." Fang Zong gently nudged him twice.
The father was clearly not a deep sleeper, and he woke up immediately. He quickly shushed the woman, looked around, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see Fang's mother. He patted the side of the hospital bed and gestured for Fang Zong to sit down.
"Dad?" Fang Zong sensed something was wrong.
Fang Yongsheng lit a cigarette, thought for a moment, and then lit one for his son as well. The father and son finished their cigarettes in silence.
Then, Fang Yongsheng said directly, "Xiao Zong, tell your father honestly, are you the kind of military general in legends?"
"Hiss..." Sure enough! Fang Zong had a toothache, and his father couldn't hide it from him.
Fang Yongsheng lit another cigarette: "Don't think I'm stupid as your father. You hadn't even graduated when you were in America, so how did you become a high-ranking official in the FBI? Now that you're back, the government is taking care of your image and making you look good. They're handling all sorts of miscellaneous tasks. If you didn't have enough value, would the government be supporting you like this?"
“This… Dad…” Fang Zong was speechless.
Fang Yongsheng laughed heartily: "Alright, what man doesn't dream of being a hero? If you have the ability, then go for it. As your father, I won't stop you. Just remember to be careful. Everything else belongs to others, but your life is your own!"
Fang Zong nodded, and Fang Yongsheng, with his hands behind his back, slowly went upstairs.
But soon, Fang Zong heard the sound of smoking upstairs.
"Master, your eyes are red. Is this what you call being moved?" The little soul slave climbed onto the table and stared at Fang Zong.
With a cunning glint in her eyes, she, being a ghost, habitually considered things from a self-interested perspective. However, she found herself puzzled and seemed to need to learn something.
Fang Zong twirled the little soul slave's head and laughed, "He's worried, but he also wants to put my mind at ease."
Then, he tightened his grip and, just as the little soul slave was trembling with fear, threw several dense wisps of ghostly energy at her: "Learn more. Soul slaves have the ability to learn. When you learn human emotions, I won't touch you anymore."
The little soul slave seemed to understand but not quite, yet a sinister and cunning glint appeared in his eyes.
"Don't try to fool me!" Fang Zong slapped him across the face.
Over the next few days, Fang Zong worked at the clinic, mainly serving patients injured by ghostly energy, and secondly, patients with acute illnesses, such as fever and colds, who were usually transferred to other hospitals for treatment.
The large floor-to-ceiling mirror upstairs was also removed. Li Xiaoran brought people to dismantle it, and Fang Zong simply kept quiet.
Why are you making a sound? She only looked at him a few times, and he cuddled her for one night and took everything from her!
April 10th, sunny.
A few days passed, and everyone around knew about the clinic's special nature, so things quieted down. Fang Zong sat at the entrance, observing the various aspects of life, and suddenly felt that the world was still the same, peaceful and serene.
For several days in a row, the ghost-slaying team had no other plans. The ordinary little ghosts were simply devoured by Lin Qiaoyu and the little soul slave.
Fang Zong continued his daily life: reading, breaking rules, resting, just like when he came out—monotonous yet not at all boring.
Two days later, Fang Zong was reading on a recliner outside the clinic, stretching and looking at the pink hair salon across the street.
Just then, a drunkard was kicked out, his body crackling with electricity. Xue Nuo walked out of the hair salon, munching on ice cream in front of Fang Zong, "Hey, do you think my decor is bad? Why do these bored guys keep coming in?"
Just as Fang Zong was about to speak, the roller shutters of the two large storefronts next to the hair salon suddenly opened from the inside.
Zhao Changle waved with a smile, "Come and sit down?"
"Okay." Fang Zong nodded.
Li Xiaoran went out to join the ghost-slaying team, Xue Nuo was still watching TV while munching on ice cream, and only Fang Zong walked into Zhao Changle's store.
The room was dimly lit, with soothing Spanish music playing. I hadn't realized that Zhao Changle had grasped modern society so quickly and even kept up with international trends.
It was a quiet bar. At the round bar counter, Zhao Changle slowly mixed drinks and then pushed them to Fang Zong.
Fang Zong took a sip and thought it was pretty good. Looking around at the surroundings, he asked with a smile, "You like this kind of vibe?"
"Do you know what it feels like when someone steps on a landmine?" Zhao Changle asked rhetorically, exhaling a smoke ring.
Fang Zong tilted his head and also took a cigarette to smoke.
Stepping on a landmine? That depends on who stepped on it. If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely feel despair and terror. But if it were him, he would have to roll up his trouser legs to avoid blowing his pants up.
Oh right, I need to change my shoes; I doubt they'll survive.
Zhao Changle turned around, opened a cabinet, took out a woman's skin, and hung it up. He positioned the skin so that the front of it faced the street, as if it could see the smoke and fire of human life.
He pointed to the woman's skin and laughed, "This is my mother."
"Then what?"
Fang Zong also laughed. He could sense the faint yin energy on the woman's skin; it wasn't even qualified to coalesce into a ghost.
Zhao Changle's face turned serious, but unfortunately, as the saying goes, God gave him the wrong appearance. No matter how serious he was, he still had a provocative air about him.
He coughed twice, then said more seriously, "My mother will become a ghost sooner or later, and not a spirit ghost."
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