"Lin Qiaoyu." After reading the information, Fang Zong shook his head, his eyes darkening.
This Lin Qiaoyu is quite famous in Taiwan. As the island's film industry declines and loses its former glory, many artists choose to go to mainland China or the United States to develop their careers.
Lin Qiaoyu was one of them. Not long after arriving in the United States, news spread that she—
The scandals involved bribing directors, screenwriters, cinematographers, and even lighting technicians, stunt doubles, underlings, and extras.
Then she died; she hanged herself.
A line of blood-written words was left on the wall: I'm sorry, I've disgraced our ancestors!
Many things cannot be seen from the surface.
Just like the case of Lin Qiaoyu, everyone called her a slut, and that she became a ghost after she died. The FBI also called her a slut, but when they investigated further, they discovered something unusual.
In fact, a certain director tried to sexually harass Lin Qiaoyu, and when she refused, he tarnished her reputation.
Lin Qiaoyu felt: I have disgraced our ancestors!
You've disgraced our ancestors!
So, in the prime of her life, she tragically passed away!
Fang Zong took a deep breath, his face turning ashen, and crushed the armrest of the recliner with a series of sharp cracks.
Just then, his phone rang. Fang Zong glanced at it, answered, and heard a concerned voice: "Fang, are you in a bad mood? I know Sophia isn't here. How about we go to a bar? We can talk about it when we get back tonight..."
Fang Zong: "...What are you doing?"
You should know that I am used to being very serious and never joke around. How could someone as serious as me casually spend the night with someone?
It also interrupted my burning anger on behalf of my beautiful fellow countrymen!
The person making the call was a female student from Latvia, who was watching him from her third-floor window. Fang Zong gave her a few perfunctory replies and then hung up.
Go on, be good, go find your true love.
Latvian women are pretty, but they're nowhere near as beautiful as Sofia. Fang Zong was certain that his refusal wasn't due to that; he was more of a looks-obsessed person—no, he was definitely more interested in inner qualities!
One good woman is enough; if there are too many, you won't have time to appease them.
Are you saying we shouldn't be doing anything important?
Fang Zong said: Two at most!
So, with a grumbling in his mind, he opened a photo editing app, added a big red cross to a certain director's photo, and sent it to Yang Tiesheng.
What happened next, whether to kill or capture, Fang Zong didn't care anymore.
In any case, compared to a certain well-known director, trusting the FBI is more about giving face to the head agent.
Death doesn't matter, but living is worse than death...
Then it doesn't matter at all.
"In Kaifeng there was a Bao Qingtian! He was impartial and incorruptible, able to distinguish between the loyal and the treacherous..."
At night, an old movie was playing on the television.
The little girl was engrossed in watching the TV series when Fang Zong said, "Why don't we stop raising soul slaves and start raising ghost dolls instead?" The little girl developed a strong interest in everything in the Eastern Kingdom.
But... who knows where it got this old stuff from, or maybe it was a whole set of videotapes?
Fang Zong went down the elevator and entered the Super God Apartment. He studied the medical data he had just obtained, making a lot of paper copies and making dense annotations on them. He was completely focused and attentive.
A forehead covered in sweat is a sign of excessive mental exertion.
Three hours later, Fang Zong stood up and stretched, thought for a moment, and then took out all the iron crystals.
Fifteen white iron crystals and two green iron crystals.
The materials I obtained before, along with the eight white iron crystals from the broken magic weapon, are enough to synthesize a high-quality white-grade longsword!
"How do I use it?" Fang Zong asked.
Ninth Sister was too lazy to even show her face. She used two words: one was "want" and the other was "smash." Her words were concise and to the point.
Clearly showing disdain.
Fang Zong put the fifteen white iron crystals together, thought for a moment, and instead of using his fist, he found a hammer and smashed it down. Immediately, there was a loud bang, and the iron crystals scattered into a snow-white mist. The hammer was left with only a broken handle.
Damn! If you hit that with your fist...
When Ninth Sister speaks concisely, she really is a real pain in the ass!
Ignoring his antics with Ninth Sister, Fang Zong stared at the white mist, mentally conceiving the image of a long sword.
Unfortunately, he didn't understand cold weapons and could only say one word... "sword?"
The white mist was about two meters in diameter. As Fang Zong thought, it contracted violently, the snow-white mist condensed into liquid, and then into solid, but there was no change in temperature.
How amazing!
Fang Zong felt that this did not conform to the law of conservation of energy.
Even if he touched the power of ghosts, it still conforms to the law of conservation of energy.
It's perfectly normal that I have what you don't!
A sword slowly appeared.
The sword is three feet and three inches long, entirely silver-white, with a cold, water-like gleam emanating from its blade. On the hilt are two ancient seal characters, giving it a very sophisticated look.
Fang Zong grabbed the sword hilt, and the sword energy within his body immediately surged in, as if it were an extended version of his arm, connected to his flesh and blood.
He seemed to be standing atop the Bauhinia tree, opening his mouth and coldly uttering: "The sword is three feet and three inches long, and one inch and two inches wide, and it is..." Suddenly, Fang Zong ran out of words.
He recognized the two ancient seal characters.
Very elegant ancient seal script…………………………
Whiteboard?
What the hell is this blank longsword?!
Fang Zong was speechless.
Then, half a minute later, Fang Zong looked at the hard alloy block cut into thin slices and was once again dumbfounded and speechless.
Seriously, what the hell is this blank longsword?!
...
Anything made by Ninth Sister is guaranteed to be of the highest quality!
"A plain longsword, three feet and three inches long, one inch and two inches wide, with a blade as smooth as flowing water, incomparably sharp..."
The image of the longsword flashed through Fang Zong's mind, filling him with a sense of pride and a strong urge to roam freely with the sword in hand.
However, the sword energy within his body still suppressed Fang Zong's burgeoning ambition. Compared to other techniques, the sixth-level ability of sword energy was somewhat inadequate.
Sword energy coursed through his body, and Fang Zong's eyes flashed with sword light. His longsword rose, and sword energy soared like a dragon.
Half an hour later, Fang Zong stopped.
Sword energy can also be strengthened through training, but Fang Zong clearly lacks the same pursuit and perseverance as he has in medicine. Moreover, he doesn't know swordsmanship, so the effect is minimal, and his technique is disorganized.
Suddenly, Fang Zong looked in the direction of the elevator.
The elevator doors didn't open, but a shadow floated out, revealing straight legs beneath light blue jeans that were eye-catching.
"Can it be eaten?" Lin Qiaoyu threw the soul slave Laura on the ground.
"There's nothing to offer you. If it misbehaves, just eat it. I raise ghost dolls the same way."
Fang Zong didn't care.
The reason for keeping Laura as a soul slave was to try and nurture her for a few days to see if he could improve his nerve surgery suturing technique.
Even if we lose the little soul slave, we still have the ghost doll.
Little girl: "...I'll be good!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs.
At this moment, Lin Qiaoyu looked at the white longsword, her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "What a fine sword!"
Then he looked at Fang Zong and said, "But you are not suited to sword practice."
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