"Is that room full of ancient books in the old Beijing alley yours?" Fang Zong asked, grabbing the other person's hand.
Zhou Wu was taken aback, thinking Fang Zong was threatening him. He chuckled shrilly, "A room full of good-for-nothings. One day I won't be able to resist and I'll just go and eat them. You need help? Sure!"
Fang Zong shook his head: "In the past, there were some bizarre dismemberment cases and strange car accidents here. Did you do them?"
What do you think?
Zhou Wu had a half-smile, but his eyes were sharp. Fang Zong smiled back and reached out to touch him.
"Dingdang! The summoner has bad luck, only managing to touch a wisp of Yin energy that is almost non-existent."
Hearing Ninth Sister's weak voice, Fang Zong squinted and said, "I said no."
“Yes, it wasn’t me,” Zhou Wu sensed something was wrong and felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he was quite straightforward: “It was made by the ghosts of the past. After I woke up, I ate them all.”
"Were you behind the subsequent disappearances of Japanese tourists and the 'roots erasure' case?"
"It's me, all the Japanese deserve to die, and then those who were wiped out...^^"
Zhou Wu let out a sharp laugh: "They're all cowards who start relationships and then abandon them, those with balls are no match for those without. You want to stand up for them? Fine, come on!"
Why should I?
He has no eggs.
Those cowards who start relationships and then abandon the girls, harming them but not even daring to go with them to get an abortion, have no guts.
He is not convinced!
Looking at the other person, Fang Zong knew what kind of person Zhou Wu was targeting.
I'm so curious, how can a heartless ghost choose its targets to kill?
He touched it casually...
"Dingdang, another one who's really ruthless."
It had been a long time since the 'bad luck' message was sent, and Jiu Mei was too lazy to say anything more, but Fang Zong's eyes lit up.
He was conducting an experiment to see if there was anything else besides luck that might have affected his luck, whether he had good or bad hands.
He felt that there was a high probability that the time he relentlessly attacked the puppet lover was not a simple accident.
Ghosts are inhuman, but being inhuman doesn't mean they're absolutely wicked.
Fang Zong laughed, and without saying a word, got up and left.
Stepping out of the main hall, a cool breeze from nature caressed my face.
Fang Zong's hair had grown quite long again, fluttering in the wind.
Behind him was the astonished gaze of the old eunuch Zhou Wu, and beside him, Hu Batian was rubbing his paws and washing his face on his shoulder, meowing, "Aren't you going to kill him?"
"A ghost that can suppress its killing instinct is a rare thing. God protects rare animals."
Fang Zong's words made the little yellow cat a little dizzy, but Jiu Mei understood. Her long black eyelashes fluttered around her big eyes, and she suddenly looked as pure and beautiful as tender seashell meat.
"You don't even want the benefits?" Ninth Sister asked.
Fang Zong shook his head: "The old eunuch is only at the first level of skill now. Apart from a few Japanese tourists, he probably only ate a few testicles. There's not much benefit in touching him, and it's just annoying."
Ninth Sister: "Are you really that kind?"
Fang Zongyi said righteously, "Of course! I am a representative of the new era..."
Before he could finish speaking, a rumbling sound suddenly rang out.
A sound came from behind the Wuliang Yin Palace. Fang Zong turned his head and saw a helicopter flying into the sky.
It's gorgeous and beautiful.
Fang Zong's voice suddenly stopped.
He jumped up decisively and tore the plane apart with his bare hands!
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