Over there, Li Xiaoran, who had finally found some free time, noticed Fang Zong's eyes growing brighter and brighter. After observing him for a while, he pondered, "Our techniques are all offensive, which consume a lot of energy. His is supportive; I wonder if he has any special attributes. However, every technique has its limitations. The ghosts are waiting for him to reach his limit; otherwise, they would have already drained the power from these people."
Fang Zong heard this, paused for a moment, and chuckled softly. His 'method' really had no limitations on its use.
"Friday, Qingming Festival, the Western Hills are teeming with ghosts!"
Suddenly, someone spoke up.
It was the thirtieth or so person's turn; Fang Zong hadn't counted the exact number. The person in front was a little girl in a middle school uniform, who seemed to have just come over after school. She placed her hands on the table, leaned forward, and grinned at Fang Zong with a dark expression.
Hundreds of people roared loudly, no longer calling for "ghosts to come," but for "ghosts surging like a tide." Black gas shot out from their bodies, and they collapsed limply to the ground.
"Where is the logistics? Treatment! Treatment! Send them all to the hospital for recuperation!" Old Man Meng's face lit up with joy, and then he shouted. But when he looked at Fang Zong, he suddenly felt a toothache.
Fang Zong, that kid, is really fucking weird!
The ghost in the old tomb in Xishan Park is already eerie enough. Several days ago, the ghost in the old tomb released yin energy, which continuously infected ordinary people and grew stronger by devouring the life essence of the living. Forget about treatment, they don't even have the ability to cut off this infection.
But Fang Zong treated dozens of people here, and the eerie ghosts immediately cowered. Who do you think is more eerie?
How could such a capable person not be one of us? Old Man Meng tugged at his long, snow-white eyebrows, and suddenly his old eyes lit up with a sly glint, like a cunning fox.
"Little Zong, how about joining our ghost-slaying team?" Old Man Meng extended an invitation.
"Join you?" Fang Zong was puzzled. He was still an FBI agent and had a League of Legends badge. Why would he join the relevant department of the Eastern Kingdom? Things suddenly became complicated. If the Ghost Slayers and the FBI got into a fight, not to mention who he would side with, just consider what others would think of him.
I have serious doubts. I'll end up looking like a panda, being treated like a spy by both sides!
"No rush, think it over carefully." Old Man Meng was too lazy to persuade him. He just had a whim and thought it would be beneficial for Fang Zong to join them, so he invited him directly. But he still needed to carefully consider the pros and cons.
Suddenly the sun came out, and the sunlight felt warm on my skin.
It's a very unusual situation, because almost every year during the Qingming Festival, it's rainy and gloomy.
Fang Zong looked up and found that the only sunny spot was the area around Xishan Park. The ghostly aura that had left the crowd, along with the nearby yin energy, stirred up a strong wind and frantically gathered towards the center, which turned out to be a pavilion on Xishan Mountain.
With a 'snap', the pavilion exploded, and a strange aura formed a blurry, ghostly face, baring its fangs and claws, just like the Grim Reaper descending!
Fang Zong knew about this pavilion in Xishan. It was said that someone died during the development of the park, and an item used to ward off evil spirits was buried under the pavilion. Obviously, the item worked and was then destroyed.
"Aren't you going in?" Fang Zong asked.
"The old monster is gathering power. The ghostly energy within its body is colliding and merging with the external forces, creating a very sticky illusion that no one can enter." Meng Laode didn't mind explaining this to Fang Zong. Besides, if he could get in, he would have already gathered his men and killed the monster.
"An illusion?" Fang Zong paused and considered for a moment.
He had just received a lot of ghostly energy. When he took out the energy from the Yin-preserving wood and the Yin rice bowl, he felt the heat exploding in his body, impacting his bones, muscles, and skin. But he still felt that something was missing, just a tiny bit.
Ninth Sister emerged from his forehead: "Congratulations, Summoner, your Dragon Yang Qi has greatly increased! You're almost at the level of a fourth-tier technique!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong started climbing the mountain without saying a word.
Old Meng was stunned for a moment, his old eyes darting around as he stared at his retreating figure.
Construction on Xishan Park was halted halfway through, but the basic framework was already in place; otherwise, it wouldn't have attracted so many visitors. Fang Zong entered through the main gate and followed the cobblestone path through the garden up the steps to Xishan.
The first step felt like entering another world.
Outside, the sky was clear, but the western mountains were shrouded in gloom. Fang Zong looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and thought it was normal. But when he turned around, he found that it was quiet behind him. There was not a sound, only the sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo forest in the mountains, which sounded like a sob. The pale moon appeared in the sky, emitting an even more deathly white light.
Fang Zong saw a shiny object not far away, a silver-plated lighter, so he lit a cigarette, took out his own lighter, and prepared to light it.
Suddenly, a bloodless hand emerged from the bushes beside him. It picked up a lighter. Fang Zong paused for a moment, then a gust of wind blew, parting the bushes and allowing him to see the pale hand clearly.
Behind the hand was no body, just a lonely severed arm, slowly groping along the steps in the eerie moonlight, groping towards Fang Zong's feet, then floating up and reaching Fang Zong's mouth... 'Snap!' It lit a fire.
"Hello." Fang Zong reached out and shook hands with the other person. There was no tinkling sound. Jiu Mei didn't speak to him either, and simply lit a fire herself.
He ignored the flickering flame in front of him, lit his cigarette, took a puff, and turned to leave.
With one step, clarity returned to the scene.
Fang Zong saw Meng Laode standing at the foot of the mountain. Li Xiaoran spread out eight arms, blocking the anxious Yang Tiesheng and the murderous Lin Qiaoyu. There was also Xue Nuo with a malicious look on his face, holding a lasso-like object and aiming it intently at his neck.
"You came out by yourself?" Old Man Meng shuddered in fright.
That's an illusion, not an ordinary one. In the past, this would be called being trapped in a maze; now it's even more evolved, practically a separate, special world. Fang Zong, the support character, went in and came out unharmed?
He even planned to have Xue Nuo trick Fang Zong into revealing his identity, dragging him out like a dead dog!
"It's nothing, just an illusion. It's just a waste of time." Fang Zong had experienced illusions like the Green Hat Water Ghost before, which were very troublesome. The ghosts in the old tomb were even stronger and more difficult to deal with.
I was too lazy to waste time, so I just came out.
He spoke so casually, yet Old Man Meng's eyes bulged with a greenish light.
"Xiao Zong, I think you don't need to think about it anymore. Come on! Today, this old man is treating. I'll tell you about the 308 benefits of joining our Ghost Slayer Team!" Old Man Meng grabbed Fang Zong and said with unprecedented determination.
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