In fact, Fang Zong had set off earlier than planned.
Li Xiaoran contacted him by phone and said they would meet in Shancheng on May 3rd. Today is only April 29th, so there's no need to rush.
So instead of taking a bus, I chose to wander around in the direction of Shancheng.
After a 30-second aerial stroll, a triple derailment collision, a natural fall, and maximum levitation ability, Fang Zong can stay in mid-air for a full minute.
If you're not afraid of getting covered in dirt, you can try it for two minutes.
While flying, I received a call from Fatty Zheng.
I'm really curious, has this "Make Big Money" guy really changed his ways? He's even daring to make international roaming and international long-distance calls?
Fang Zong took out his phone, glanced at it, and found that in front of him was a lonely little hill, which seemed to have been regarded as ancestral land by the nearby villagers, and was full of graves.
The cemetery is surrounded by mountains and water, with good feng shui, and a small stream meanders through it.
Fang Zong adjusted his direction and immediately escaped into the thin stream.
Standing on a rock in the stream, teasing a few small fish about the length of a palm with his toes, he answered the phone: "Hello."
"Ah Zong, I've struck it rich!" Fatty Zheng laughed heartily.
Fang Zong, unaware of what good news had happened, asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"
"I won't say much more, anyway, Fatty's made it big, so I have to tell you. I'm in a bit of a hurry, so I can only let you know quickly. Remember, there's a strange encounter in the cave, so go into every cave you see... Okay, that's all, I have to go now... Damn, this feels so good! More! More! Hou Xiyi! Give me all of it!"
Fang Zong was covered in cold sweat.
What's Fatty Zheng doing? Is he moaning in bed?
Just as I was about to ask, the phone was hung up.
Fang Zong was completely baffled, but then he thought, since it's a good thing, there's no need to worry about it. Fatty Zheng is having such a great time, why should he care? Disturbing him now… damn it, I have to disturb him! I'd be doing myself a disservice if I didn't call!
Fang Zong felt that the fat man was up to something, chuckled, and prepared to make a phone call.
But then, a flash of light appeared in the stream, and he stopped moving.
"What is that?" Fang Zong looked over and saw that it was the spot where he had fallen into the water and stopped.
The impact of the water escape technique overturned a large rock, revealing a faint, eerie green light beneath it.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an underwater cave with a faint glow.
"Go into every hole you see?" Fang Zong recalled what the fat man had just said.
Could it be such a coincidence? I just got a call, and now I'm having this amazing encounter? Is it really true?
Normally, Fang Zong wouldn't bother going in. Judging from the dim light, it was probably just some fluorescent stones from underground. Besides, this was someone's ancestral graveyard, and it would be against his principles to just wander in for no reason.
But Fatty Zheng...
Well, he doesn't actually have much integrity, and when no one is watching, he can get a little closer to negative numbers.
Fang Zong subconsciously activated his Water Escape technique, his figure flashing as he rushed straight in.
The air was filled with the scents of corpses, yin energy, and a mixture of earthy smells.
The cave was dark and damp, with tiny water droplets dripping from the ceiling, which had somehow seeped down from some coffin lid.
Fang Zong dodged the water droplets and walked inside. He found that the cave path was not winding or very wide, and soon he reached the end.
No ghostly aura has been detected so far.
It seems that the ancestors of the surrounding villagers were all of great conscience and lived in peace.
Fang Zong had no intention of digging up the ancestral graves of innocent people. Looking ahead, he saw that a coffin had fallen from above, possibly due to a landslide. The coffin lid was broken, and the withered white bones were scattered everywhere.
Strangely, the place was very damp, but the bones were very dry.
Around the bones, on the fragments of the coffin lid, grew a large patch of small, lush green grass.
Ninth Sister emerged from Fang Zong's forehead and said, "It contains energy; it seems to be some kind of spiritual herb."
"A spiritual herb?" Fang Zong was delighted. Was there really a fortuitous encounter in the cave?
He still remembered the effects of the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum wine; it was practically equivalent to devouring two large masses of evil spirit energy, and it was absorbed instantly.
This is much stronger than the evil spirit energy. He swallowed a ball of it a while ago and hasn't finished absorbing it yet. If he loses control, the dragon's yang energy will come out with a yin wind, making him feel like an air conditioner.
Fortunately, once it finishes absorbing everything, it should be able to level up soon.
Ninth Sister nodded and said, "It's a kind of spiritual herb, but it's too mild and has little energy, so it doesn't seem to be very useful."
Well, after the initial surprise came disappointment.
Fang Zong nodded, and without saying a word, started pulling weeds!
Even a mosquito's leg is meat; take it back, even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, it might come in handy.
Besides, it was born and left to its own devices; it was unclaimed.
If you don't take what Heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences; if you don't welcome the opportune moment, you will suffer the calamity.
There were about a hundred or so worthless plants, which Fang Zong didn't count carefully. The grass was small, tangled up haphazardly, and didn't look bulky in his pocket.
Fang Zong is a doctor, and he had decided to air-dry and preserve it when he got back, but now that things are urgent, he's too lazy to do it properly.
A day later, I returned to Shancheng.
Upon entering the clinic, Lin Qiaoyu immediately appeared, her indifferent gaze sweeping over Tang Hengdao Zhanyue, a hint of strong liking flashing in her eyes.
"I'll get you one when I get the chance. This one won't do; I need another one." Fang Zong wasn't a swordsman, and he was very kind to his ghost.
Lin Qiaoyu nodded quickly, reached behind her back, and pulled out the little soul slave.
Xiao Hunnu hurriedly bowed and greeted him with a fawning expression, but Fang Zong's gaze remained fixed on her.
"A demon-level being, or even one of the stronger demons?" Fang Zong laughed.
From his perception, the little soul slave was only slightly inferior to the ghost child. Yet, in such a short time, he had improved so much.
He habitually reached out to touch it.
"Waaah!" Little Soul Slave cried, not daring to hide.
But suddenly, the taciturn Lin Qiaoyu spoke up: "Soul Slave, protected the two elders."
"What?" Fang Zong didn't stop, his hand landing on the little soul slave's head, simply stroking it, and asked Lin Qiaoyu, "What do you mean?"
Half an hour later, Fang Zong left behind a dozen or so wisps of ordinary ghostly energy as a reward for the little soul slave.
He then walked to the bar across the street, sat down, and ordered a cocktail from the menu called "Burning Sky".
"Are you threatening me?" Zhao Changle, dressed as a bartender, still looked charming as she handed out drinks with a smile.
A burst of screams erupted as Fang Zong discovered that the quiet bar was filled with many women, and... men as well.
They all stared intently at Zhao Changle, their eyes bulging.
"No, give me an explanation, otherwise it's definitely not a fire burning the sky, it's a fire burning the bar, or a fire roasting the ghost."
Fang Zong smiled and took a sip of wine, his expression becoming even more relaxed.
In the days following his departure, something happened in Shancheng, and many people heard a piece of news called—
It's dark, don't look back!
It's a very ordinary message, but it has that familiar feel of a ghost story.
But ironically, and quite naturally, with so many people in the card room, someone inevitably got caught.
And they turned around!
Zhao Changle gave an awkward smile and said, "I have another piece of news. Do you want to hear it?"
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