Peter said urgently, "At Blackwater Lake, we were ambushed by Playboy. Besides Playboy, there was also an ugly woman and a slut! Just by Playboy's intervention, many people were injured and need treatment... Damn it, this isn't ordinary ghostly energy!"
"Impressive?!?" Fang Zong's eyes flashed with a sharp light.
Peter was speechless. Why do you sound so excited?
Fang Zong wanted to ask a few more questions, but Peter abruptly hung up the phone.
Immediately afterwards, Fang Zong received a GPS location.
Damn it, hurry up and get here! What are you talking about? A lot of people are waiting for you to save their lives!
He got dressed, went downstairs, and got into the car. There were powerful ghosts around, so Fang Zong moved quickly. But as he started the car, he saw the windowsill of the apartment's attic through the car window.
Laura, the soul slave, peered at him from the windowsill, her beautiful eyes filled with a ghastly green.
"I think I've forgotten something?" Fang Zong suddenly had this thought, but then...
Forget it, never mind!
Compared to the current Blackwater Lake, the little soul slave is not even an appetizer!
Two hours later, Fang Zong arrived at Blackwater Lake.
The mountains are still the same mountains, okay, Blackwater Lake has no mountains, but obviously, the water is still the same water, only the houses are gone, the forests are gone, and there is smoke of gunpowder everywhere.
Fang Zong felt as if he had returned to the Eastern Kingdom for the New Year, where everything had just been set off with firecrackers!
"We're late?" Fang Zong was extremely disappointed.
“Fang…” Peter walked over, his face covered in soot.
Peter was always accompanied by Luke, Fang Zong's superior. But at this moment, two agents carrying a stretcher walked by and paused when they reached Fang Zong's side. They then pulled the white cloth over his head.
Before pulling it up, Fang Zong saw Luke's face.
"He's dead?" Fang Zong didn't know what to feel.
Fang Zong had had conflicts with Luke before, but they were only trivial matters. Seeing a familiar person covered with a white sheet in front of him made Fang Zong feel a pang of sadness.
“Luke is dead, he doesn’t even deserve to have the flag draped over his head.” Peter’s eyes flickered as he spoke.
Fang Zong wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Peter seemed a little timid in front of him.
"Fang, it's my fault!"
Peter suddenly gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice, "We were ambushed, but only about thirty people were injured by the ghosts. The rest were... landmines! Playboy laid the landmines! Luke stepped on a landmine and died. He doesn't even deserve to be draped in the flag!"
"Please accept my condolences." Fang Zong shook his head.
"Those who don't heed the advice of their elders will suffer the consequences." Fang Zong felt he should show off a bit, teach Peter a lesson, and gloat a little.
But for some reason, he couldn't laugh.
"Dingdang, ghostly aura +1!"
"Double kill! Ghostly aura +1!"
"Triblekill! Touched the third wisp of ghost energy, the ghost energy merges, Yang energy +1, absorb into the Yang energy method!"
Fang Zong began treating the wounded; he didn't need to worry about anything else, he just needed to heal the agents who had been injured by the ghostly energy.
Clusters of ghostly energy merged into his body, becoming fuel for his yang energy. The increase wasn't as noticeable as before, but for some reason, Fang Zong felt that the ghostly energy seemed much denser, and his yang energy cultivation method had also improved significantly!
Fang Zong subconsciously straightened his body. His blood, mingled with Yang energy, seemed to ignite into flames. His muscles, meridians, and bones were constantly strengthened under the forging of these flames.
Ninth Sister suddenly asked, "Do you feel unwell?"
"No!" Fang Zong denied decisively.
Ninth Sister retorted angrily, "How could I not? Anyone would feel uncomfortable if a familiar person died right in front of them. You can't fool me. Don't think I'm a newborn baby. I've seen a lot of movies..."
As she spoke, seeing Fang Zong's calm gaze, Ninth Sister couldn't continue.
"How can you really not be sad?" Ninth Sister asked with a surprised expression.
Fang Zongdao said, “I admit it’s painful to see someone I know die, but you’ve forgotten my identity. Although I joined the FBI and am considered a member of the US government, and they are all my colleagues, there’s an old saying in the East: ‘Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts.’ Even if Luke hadn’t died, if he had clashed with the East, I might have killed him with my own hands.”
At this point, Fang Zong said self-deprecatingly, "Ghosts are now the enemy of the whole world, but after every major upheaval, when peace and prosperity return, if there is no unity against external forces, then internal strife is bound to occur! Do you think the FBI will let me return to the East? I am really prepared to swim back to the East."
Ninth Sister was speechless: "Tens of thousands of kilometers!"
Fang Zong grinned.
Previously, Fang Zong could only withstand three bursts of yang energy per day, but now it doesn't matter anymore.
After healing all the wounded and killing countless times, Fang Zong felt full of power and wanted to find a place to throw a punch.
He was walking along the lake.
The area was riddled with craters, and smoke was still billowing from the craters created by the explosion. The smell of gunpowder was pungent and a bit blinding.
As Fang Zong turned his head, he suddenly saw a dark shadow darting across the bottom of the lake.
"Water Escape!" Fang Zong went straight into the lake.
This was the second time Fang Zong had gone down to Blackwater Lake. He was very familiar with the place. After a few water escapes, he spotted a dark shadow swimming in the water. The shadow had a bloated body and a disproportionate head, making it look like an alien.
"Ugly woman?" Fang Zong had heard Peter's description of the three ghosts.
Just then, the other party suddenly turned his head, his figure flashed, and he was in front of Fang Zong.
What a face this is! It's covered in cysts, as if it's been splashed with strong acid and not treated in time. In the end, it's scratching and scratching until it's unrecognizable.
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