Upon hearing this, Zhao Changle glanced at Lux.
Fang Zong thought for a moment. Since the matter of Yin-Yang Road was still a secret, he simply waved his hand, dismissing everyone.
Li Xiaoran didn't care about this and his expression was indifferent, which made Xue Nuo unhappy. She pouted and fiercely ate ice cream before leaving.
"Alright, go ahead and speak." Fang Zong nodded slightly.
Zhao Changle laughed and said, "I know what you mean. You mean this old school was the work of ghosts from the Yin-Yang Road? You've got something wrong, haven't you? The Yin-Yang Road isn't mine!"
"Once you've got your eye on you, do you think you can run away?"
Fang Zong fiddled with his fingers for a while, then looked over with a strange expression: "You're stronger than me, but you wouldn't dare to attack me. It would be a loss for you to provoke me. Besides, we still have a chance to cooperate."
Suddenly, a cold, silvery-white light flashed across Zhao Changle's body.
"Gulp." Fang Zong drooled and couldn't help but swallow.
"Damn it!" Zhao Changle couldn't help but curse, leaning back and chugging a bottle of liquor. He then said, "Ghosts are like that—they only remember the beatings and not the bites. You don't need to threaten me. I'm a spirit ghost. But I have to warn you, the ghosts that came out of the old school are even scarier than those in the Yin-Yang Road."
Fang Zong asked, "Why?"
"You don't understand?"
"I understand, but I'm afraid you don't."
As he spoke, Fang Zong extended his palm.
Zhao Changle also extended his palm.
The human and the ghost clasped hands together, smiling kindly and sincerely. Then Fang Zong withdrew his hand, trembling as he wiped his hands with a rag.
Zhao Changle gritted his teeth: "This ghostly man is attracted to women!"
Fang Zong shrugged.
That night.
To get from Shancheng to that relatively remote county in Jining City, you need to go to Jining City first and then catch a bus. After glancing at the itinerary, Fang Zong booked a helicopter without hesitation.
The helicopter was being guarded by Gongsun Ke's team members, who were gritting their teeth but dared not utter a word.
Yang Tiesheng glared at him: "What? The consultation fee is free?!"
Fang Zong slapped Yang Tiesheng on the head and held up a finger: "This helicopter is mine now, as payment for the medical consultation. You have no idea how much trouble you've caused me."
The other party remained silent, while Fang Zong led his men up and had Yang Tiesheng pilot the helicopter.
Actually, the trouble is quite significant.
Those three strange energies weren't ordinary ghostly energy; they even had a locating function. Rather than having them come looking for us, it's better to go and eliminate them.
Unlike the Yin-Yang Road, the opponents are scattered and disorganized, making them even more terrifying.
Where there are gangs, there are rules. Take Prince Ning, for example. Although he harms people and widely absorbs the life force of the living, he doesn't dare to release all the little ghosts to create a night parade of a hundred ghosts.
The lone soldiers are different; they act recklessly, and Fang Zong doesn't think they'll stay holed up in a small county town forever.
More than forty minutes later, the helicopter arrived in the county town.
Looking down from above, the scenery was exceptionally beautiful, but in Fang Zong's eyes, the entire county town was filled with a gloomy atmosphere, giving off a somewhat lifeless feeling.
"What is this?" Fang Zong asked in surprise.
Ninth Sister exclaimed with delight, "The area is huge! It seems this ghost has obtained a good treasure. Summoner, steal it!"
“It is to act on behalf of Heaven,” Fang Zong said earnestly.
Before the helicopter even landed, more than 300 meters above the ground, Fang Zong jumped out.
Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo knew his abilities, so they jumped down after him. Xue Nuo, in particular, hugged Fang Zong's neck, laughing hysterically.
"This is way more exciting than clubbing!" After landing on her air walk, Xue Nuo asked to do it again.
It was already night, and the moonlight, like water, gently spilled over this somewhat old-fashioned town, casting a tranquil atmosphere over it.
They landed on an upper floor of a residential building. To the east was a row of old houses, and down to the lower floor was a rather secluded street.
After turning a few corners, you soon see a very special school in the distance—
Kaiming Middle School!
The street beneath his feet was still bustling with people, but looking ahead, Fang Zong felt that only the phrase "withered vines, old trees, and crows at dusk" could describe it.
The tall trees stand desolate, bathed in the fading sunlight.
Fang Zong walked into a supermarket on the street, bought a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and asked, "What's going on over there?"
"You mean Kaiming Middle School? That was decades ago."
The supermarket owner was a young man who shuddered at the mention of this, but perhaps because he was usually quite talkative, he was willing to chat for a bit: "That wasn't Kaiming Middle School, it was Experimental Primary School. Recently, there's been a development project, and Experimental Primary School was going to be demolished and moved to the new urban area, but unexpectedly, as soon as they pushed down the building and dug up the ground, it became Kaiming Middle School."
Fang Zong frowned: "What do you mean?"
The supermarket owner cautiously glanced outside before saying, "Kaiming Middle School was actually a middle school from before the liberation. It's long gone. Now that it's popping up again, you don't need to ask what's going on. That's all I can say. You'd better not go over there out of curiosity."
"Don't worry, I'm just asking." Fang Zong put down a hundred-yuan bill, patted the supermarket owner on the shoulder, and wiped away a wisp of yin energy.
"A middle school before liberation?" He went out, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, but he didn't light it. After thinking for a moment, he headed straight for Kaiming Middle School.
After crossing the street, the road suddenly became muddy and difficult to walk on, but this was nothing to the three of them. They walked in the dark, their steps as swift as dragons.
From the darkness, the bright lights of the middle school classrooms were clearly visible. The school was about 300 meters away, but suddenly a very dilapidated old house appeared next to it.
Xue Nuo, munching on her ice cream, asked with a smacking sound, "People still live this close to ghosts?"
Listening closely, he exclaimed in surprise, "So people really live here!"
Fang Zong turned his head and saw that the inside was dark and gloomy, but he could vaguely hear a sound, like Xiao Qu's voice. He shook his head and said, "No, it should be a gatekeeper." He drew his Yin Yue Blade, climbed over the wall, and went straight into the room.
Not long after, Fang Zong emerged, and his male aura ignited into fire, burning down the old house.
Almost at the same time, all the lights of Kaiming Middle School in front of us turned on, flickering dimly.
When they reached the school gate, a slender figure could be seen upstairs.
The figure swayed in the wind, then fell down with a 'plop' sound, like a water bag breaking.
She also sang softly: "At dusk, the east wind blows, birds cry mournfully, and fallen flowers resemble a person falling from a tower..."
Upon hearing this, Xue Nuo, with ice cream all over her mouth, licked it with her little tongue and blinked, saying, "What a great image!"
"Quite the artsy type," Fang Zong laughed. "Things were different before liberation. Back then, middle school students were older and more valuable than college students are now. They were all artsy types. And look, some artsy types are even jumping off buildings."
"Boom!" Suddenly, a strong wind blew up.
Without saying a word, Fang Zong drew his knife and charged forward.
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