What will Fang Zong do?
Of course, it'll be cutting up shoe soles, beating effigies, and using wooden puppets to stick steel needles into Peter's ancestors for eighteen generations! Plus, playing with his sister, nine times a night, sleeping with her for eighteen nights!
Peter's light brown eyes trembled slowly after being thoroughly scolded by Fang Zong.
It may sound harsh, but this is... male friendship!
Fang Zong is going to get through this 'difficult time' with him!
He also thought of Fang Zong: "It's very dangerous."
"Danger my ass." Fang Zong said leisurely, straightening his suit jacket.
Peter stared blankly, speechless. "I told you not to leave before, but you insisted on leaving. Now that I'm letting you go, you're playing the damn 'Eastern Chinese' card of loyalty'!"
He yelled at the screen, "It's dangerous, you bastard! You might never wake up again!"
"Sleep with your sister...wait, what does your sister look like again?"
Fang Zong abruptly hung up the call, stuffed his phone away, took out the Yin Cunmu and Yin Rice Bowl, and deftly stuffed them inside.
"Dingdang, congratulations Summoner! You've gotten +1 to the Demonic Aura!"
"Double kill! Touched the Demonic Aura +1, Summoner, keep up the good work!"
"Triblekill! You have slaughtered many! Demonic energy fusion, Dragon Yang Qi Technique +1!"
What the hell is this "aura"?!
After swallowing three large clusters of enhanced demonic energy, Fang Zong's body seemed to ignite with flames, and his blood surged like a raging sun! Burning!
The Dragon Yang Qi has been upgraded to level three, and the feeling is... incredibly comfortable.
Fang Zong held the Yin Rice in his hand, feeling it slowly attracting the thin ghostly energy between heaven and earth, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
When Fang Zong returned to the apartment, the elusive Yang Xiaoliu was playing with his lion statue. Fang Zong chatted with Yang Xiaoliu for a few words before lying down on the recliner.
He held the lion tucked under his arm, stroking its large head while scrolling through information on his phone.
Since we've stayed for the time being, we need to resolve some issues related to ghosts.
The FBI has many jobs, but the biggest danger right now is the possible existence of intelligent ghosts. Fang Zong felt that he should help Peter deal with it. Besides the possible intelligent ghosts, there is also the number one mysterious guy.
The terminal contains medical data, information on ghosts, and information on weapons and equipment.
Fang Zong laboriously removed his finger from the medical section and opened the section on ghost information.
The first page features Mysterio, ranked number one in danger, with a photograph catching the eye.
Then……
Fang Zong's arm suddenly twitched.
...
"Cat's BBQ Restaurant is famous far and wide. That's my shop. I believe that you have to be focused and serious about whatever you do, and grilling meat is no exception. Although it's five slices per skewer, each slice is about two centimeters long and one centimeter wide, if you cook it properly, it can become your livelihood."
"Knife skills, heat control, seasoning, and meat quality are all things to pay attention to when grilling meat well. Everyone knows that the first few hundred skewers of meat at Cat's BBQ are incredibly delicious every day, while the meat that follows is not as good."
"They thought the difference was that I grilled the first few hundred skewers while the waiter grilled the rest, but that's not true. I prepared all the seasonings myself, I cut the meat, and that clever waiter's skill in controlling the heat was no less than mine."
"The difference lies in the quality of the meat!"
"The twenty pounds of meat in front is human flesh that I bring from home every day."
"That's right, fresh human flesh!"
Every night, Liu Yonghe talks to himself and reminisces about the wonderful times he had in college.
This made him feel alive; at the very least, sleeping in a large glass cabinet filled with formalin solution made him feel that the last vestige of his personality was still alive.
After getting up at noon and washing up, Liu Yonghe checked the sky and calculated how many skewers of barbecue he could sell to the foreigners today. Then, he took out the meat he had prepared the night before from the refrigerator and started cutting it.
He usually smokes a cigarette while cutting meat, but sometimes he doesn't. When he doesn't smoke, he whistles.
The barbecue restaurant opened for business at 6 p.m.
Everything seemed normal; Liu Yonghe viewed all living beings with a condescending attitude.
"Hey boss, why aren't you going out to greet your regular customers today?" the black waiter asked with a grin.
Upon hearing this, Liu Yonghe's face twitched, and he glanced outside.
There was a customer outside, just like him, a Dongguo native, dressed in an elegant black suit with shiny leather shoes. He ordered twenty skewers of grilled meat and then played on his phone for two hours.
Liu Yonghe kept staring at the man, his eyes flickering, too afraid to go out.
"A barbecue restaurant located in the red-light district, isn't that strange? Okay, we're all men and women, eating girls and then barbecue, nothing strange about that, but with so many missing persons around here, you really dare to come here?"
Suddenly, the people from the East laughed.
He was speaking Dongguo dialect, which the foreign diners couldn't understand, but Liu Yonghe understood it and gritted his teeth at the man.
"Fang Zong, you son of a bitch!" he muttered under his breath.
At this moment, Fang Zong put down his phone, picked up a skewer of meat, and slowly brought it to his mouth.
"It smells so good!" she exclaimed, still speaking in the language of the East.
"Damn it, you actually ate it?" Liu Yonghe rushed out.
"This meat smells so good, why won't you let me eat it?" Fang Zong asked.
"It's cold, I'll get you a new plate," Liu Yonghe casually made up an excuse.
"Are you still so shameless?" Fang Zong continued to ask.
"Can you eat your face?" Liu Yonghe's bachelorish aura was palpable.
"Uh-huh."
The language of Donggu is very charming. Sometimes, a single "um" can be more suffocating than anything else, and two "ums" are even more incredible.
Liu Yonghe paused for a moment, then smiled without saying much. He had a good temper, and people who run small businesses usually understood the principle that harmony brings wealth.
Fang Zong laughed.
Liu Yonghe also smiled.
At this moment, Fang Zong pointed to the roasted meat on the plate and said very seriously, "If it can be roasted, then it can be eaten."
Liu Yonghe: ...Speechless, he raised his middle finger at Fang Zong: "Your sister!"
He sat down opposite Fang Zong, lit a cigarette, and, without caring that it was in his own mouth, offered it to Fang Zong, saying, "Want one?"
"I've quit."
Fang Zong waved his hand: "I remember I had a good friend at Little University, from a foreign country. We were like old friends meeting again, tears welling in our eyes. We were very close. He taught me to smoke, but one day he disappeared without a word. I was so heartbroken, so incredibly heartbroken, so heartbroken that I felt…"
"Damn, this is great! I can quit smoking now!"
"He's dead." Liu Yonghe still held his cigarette in his hand.
“Not completely dead, probably half-dead.” Fang Zong carefully examined the other party.
Although it's ranked number one in San Francisco's most dangerous ghosts, a closer look reveals something quite different.
Rather than saying Liu Yonghe died once, it's more accurate to say his soul left his body and came back to life. The current Liu Yonghe is essentially a half-corpse, half-human, with considerable abilities, and he's even rough to the touch.
Of course, Liu Yonghe was going to die sooner or later, so it would be easier to get his hands on him.
"Hopefully not today."
Fang Zong muttered something under his breath and glanced at the cigarette still sticking out of his mouth.
The smoke was very dispersed.
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