The wooden ghost scoffed, "I don't think so."
Fang Zongdao said, "You're not a level two ghost, how do you know?"
The wooden ghost suddenly laughed; Fang Zong could only say that it was the face of a dead man.
Because no living person could possibly experience such extreme fear while simultaneously displaying a sinister smile.
"You bastard, it's just a clone!"
Fang Zong was stunned and speechless. He hurriedly reached out, only to find that the other person's body had disintegrated and his hand had touched nothing.
All that remained was a distorted, simple wooden face, staring at Fang Zong and unleashing pure, wicked emotions.
"Kid, things change, just wait for our Yin-Yang Road's revenge!"
Fang Zong: "⊙0⊙".
real?
The sunshine around West Lake was particularly bright.
Fang Zong was not in a good mood.
Although he managed to find a clue about the wooden ghost, it was unusual that he went out and didn't gain anything.
Wait a minute! It doesn't seem like we really didn't get any benefits at all?
Fang Zong looked at Hu Batian, who was still meowing, thought for a moment, and waved his hand, calling out, "Dahuang!"
Hu Batian was completely dumbfounded.
Rhubarb? What rhubarb?
Without saying a word, Fang Zong flipped over and sat on Hu Batian's back, swaying back and forth a couple of times, feeling quite comfortable!
Back in San Francisco, he wanted to ride a lion, but it was just an ordinary creature, and following it would only lead to his death sooner or later.
Hu Batian is different; in terms of strength alone, he is two levels higher than him.
He escorted the students into downtown Hangzhou, riding a tiger, with a girl beside him and a boy behind him, swaggering all the way.
Half a day later, escorted by the ghost-slaying team, Hu Jing and the other students boarded a large school bus one by one.
As Hu Jing watched her best friend's body being carried upstairs, she turned and hugged Fang Zong: "Brother Wu, thank you for playing with us for so long."
Fang Zong ruffled the other person's hair and smiled, "You're very good."
This is not praise, but the truth.
Having gone through this experience, Hu Jing and her students have matured significantly. It can be said that once they take the lead, they will always be ahead, and they will all become outstanding young talents in the future.
Hu Jing, in particular, serves as the link between more than thirty classmates and is the center of attention. She is very likely to become a business tycoon in the region or a leader in a certain industry.
Hu Jing raised her head and stared at Fang Zong.
Suddenly, she took out her bag and quickly washed her face with makeup remover. Surprisingly, she looked much prettier than with heavy makeup, at least a 9 out of 10 for a girl with an oval face.
She looks like a Korean celebrity, but more natural, with no signs of plastic surgery.
"Brother General, may I ask your name?"
Fang Zong replied, "My surname is Fang, and my given name is Zong."
It doesn't matter; we've already been flashy enough while touring West Lake.
His name and title, when separated, are just a name.
Hu Jing nodded repeatedly: "Your brother must be on the Leopard Ranking, right? How old is he?"
"You can't answer the first question. As for the second," Fang Zong clasped his hands together and pulled them apart:
"So big."
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