By the lake, he had broken off dense tree branches, scattering leaves all over the ground. After landing, Fang Zong stood on the shore, turned around, and looked at the edge of the lake with a somewhat dazed expression.
In the water, the green-hatted water ghost stared blankly at Fang Zong.
What's wrong with this person?
The green-hatted water ghost thought: I'm the one who's harming people, but how did you eat my power?
Okay, you had the upper hand, but then you suddenly ran away?
Fang Zong looked at the water ghost awkwardly. "I never expected this!"
He paused, stretched his foot towards the broken water plants by the lake, and pretended that he was still entangled.
Green Hat Water Ghost: ...You're insulting my intelligence!
With a furious and venomous look in his eyes, the water ghost stared at Fang Zong for a long while before suddenly turning around and running away.
Fang Zong was taken aback, then quickly chased after him.
Don't run away! I still need you to help me with my diving skills. If diving becomes a magic technique, maybe... I really might be able to swim back to the East!
During the chase, Fang Zong was pleasantly surprised to find that while he was just as clumsy on the surface of the water, once he entered the water, he had learned to swim without any instruction. He was very fast, zipping around, and it was incredibly exhilarating.
With a few swings, Fang Zong caught up with the water ghost, but suddenly, with a whoosh, the water carried Fang Zong into the sky.
Fang Zong was thrown out of the water and was surprised to see that the entire Blackwater Lake had surged up, it was like a flood, the water covering the sky and the moon!
Wait a minute, you green-hatted water ghost, you shouldn't have such great power!
Blackwater Lake isn't very big, but it holds an astonishing amount of water. If the Green Hat Water Ghost had that kind of power, he could wipe out several streets in San Francisco with a single attack while carrying the water out. Why would he be hiding here?
Fang Zong's mind was a bit confused, and subconsciously, he derailed and crashed into the green-hatted water ghost.
Just as I was pondering this, the vast expanse of water that had filled the entire sky suddenly scattered and shattered into another scene.
This place looks familiar; it's the entrance to the house we just saw.
The sky was still dark, as if I had suddenly teleported from the middle of the lake to the shore, but there were streetlights around, which, although not bright, did not give me the same ghostly feeling as before.
"Hey, Fang!" someone greeted.
Fang Zong turned around and saw that the water ghost was standing behind him. His complexion was normal, he was a white man, and his tongue was no longer hanging down... In short, it was what the cuckolded water ghost looked like when he was alive.
Fang Zong habitually put on a smile and greeted him in return, "Hey, hello Hunter."
Incidentally, we shook hands, which counts as touching hands.
I didn't touch anything.
According to FBI records, Hunter was the name the cuckold used when he was alive. He was a well-known painter who injured his right hand in a car accident, became depressed, and then quickly became cuckolded.
Fang Zong looked at Hunter, his brows furrowing.
This scene change must be an illusion. Illusions aren't considered attacks, so no wonder I couldn't touch anything.
But what is the green-hatted pufferfish trying to do by getting himself into the environment?
Just then, Hunter said with a dejected look, "Hey, Fang, it's good that you still remember to look at me. I'm no longer a good painter. My old friend... Fang, come in, I'm going to treat you well."
Hunter took out his key and opened the door.
The living room was empty and dark, with only sofas and coffee tables visible. However, there were clearly some bottle-shaped objects on these tables. Judging from what Hunter was carrying, they were probably empty beer cans and vodka bottles.
Is this Hunter's decadent life?
Fang Zong thought to himself, a smile playing on his lips, but just as he was about to enter, a woman's scream suddenly rang out.
"Oh my god! Eon!"
That sound is simply unbelievable and sparks the imagination!
If you listen carefully, you can also hear a series of thumping sounds, the impacts are very rhythmic.
Fang Zong chuckled.
Hunter glared at Fang Zong, not having time to question Fang Zong's laughter. His face turned ashen, and he rushed into the bedroom with two bottles of wine. Fang Zong followed him in and saw Hunter roughly open the door. The next moment, an unspeakable scene appeared before his eyes.
A muscular, devilishly handsome, and naked man was pinning a naked woman down, spreading her legs, and making slapping sounds as he pulled out.
The woman had fair skin and a voluptuous figure. She clung tightly to the man's waist, her moans coming in waves.
Hearing the bedroom door open, the woman turned around and shuddered violently.
Fang Zong saw the woman's face change from flushed excitement to surprise and fear. Not surprisingly, it was an old acquaintance, the little star Ghost.
No, it should be described as what the little star ghost looked like when he was alive.
Without saying a word, Hunter picked up the bottle and smashed it against the back of the man's head. The man fell to the ground, his head and face covered in blood.
"Excellent bottle-making technique!" Fang Zong clapped his hands and exclaimed.
In that instant, even the strongest man would die.
From a medical perspective, the kind of character in movies who is full of energy despite having several unopened glass bottles broken on the back of his head simply doesn't exist!
Then, Hunter raised the bottle to the naked woman, suddenly slumped down, bit off the cap, and gulped down most of the bottle.
He was at a loss and burst into tears: "Why are you doing this to me? Why! Mary, I love you, you know I love you, I wouldn't hurt you!"
The naked woman screamed, "Oh my god, Hunter, you've killed someone! You've killed someone! I'm calling the police..."
"Bang!"
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the naked woman fell to the ground.
But she quickly got up again.
Fang Zong looked at the broken bottle in his hand. Yes, it had hit him on the back of the head. He died instantly. He shook his head and picked up an even bigger one.
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